#you know what else came out at the start of the 2000s????

[imustbenuts]

im free from yakuza kiwami 2. fuck the writing in this one. this was a complete mess of pulling from the most popular generic east asian drama tropes at the time of 2006 and having it be handled by a super inexperienced writer at the helm.

i went from having no expectations, got somewhat surprised, only to end up downing alcohol and laughing hysterically before the credits rolled. so that should set the mood for how i feel about this one. thought vomit under the cut, a lot of info dump about culture incoming

yakuza kiwami 2 is pure heterosexual east asian romance bullshit.

im gonna just. describe as best as i can what i know and remember from the general media coming out from the 90s to the 2010s in around this part of the world before i just start explaining why i think this story is a mess.

so. 2 parts i swear is responsible for this rubbish.

1) East Asian Beauty Standard

the general consensus for a beautiful feminine woman AT THE TIME in this sphere is the following

be willowy thin (fat = lazy and ugly)

have black hair that ISNT short (dyed = too much individuality, too much WESTERN INDIVIDUALISM, gasp how dare!)

fair skinned (bc dark = she works in the fields and is from a lower class)

young. if you heard of the term "Christmas Cake" in japan context, yeah. (ie women over age of 25 are undesirable)

be educated and refined, bc that indicates class and femininity (failing this means shes vulgar and gasp like a barbarian)

be submissive to her male peers in the sense that her authority cannot override his at least in public (for the sake of his face)

dresses feminine and not like a man (trousers and jeans are man-ish. traditional clothing, skirts and dresses are preferred. the further back the stronger this sentiment is.)

incidentally, theres a lot of classism tied to this EABS due to sinocentric culture influences. it has to do with the chinese court system and how korea and japan copied it and a lot of the culture wholesale but. anyway. thats like over 1000 years of history in there thats not really worth detouring to rn.

and also, the worth of a man is sometimes (not always) upheld by how classy and feminine this wife of his is. as of 2024 though, this line of thought is still around in the more conservative pockets. also, the education might not matter as much these days as how deep her and her parents' pockets and wealth are.

moving on.

2) media tropes

so. off the top of my head.

if you wanted a popular romance drama in this time period, the popular offerings no matter where you looked tended to offer the same flavors of tropes.

the woman always has dark hair, is fair skinned, thin and younger than her male love interest. ive never seen this broken or subverted in my time absorbing via osmosis the dramas playing on local tv growing up in the early 2000s.

everything else about her can be subverted though. sometimes she can wear fancy pants or have short hair to indicate her strong individualism. BUT, her personality no matter how strong it begins, no matter how her intro begins will 99% of the time encounter an effect where catching feelings turns her into a meek loyal woman to her love interest.

bc she cant override his authority in this culture context.

at worst, she becomes highly irrational and even hysterical in the dramas when bad things happen. this includes things like love triangle, or a fallout of family business, drama, plot or whatever. she would cry and sometimes even die.

see: sawamura yumi. sayama kaoru.

meanwhile, the male love interest can be anything. ive seen middle aged guys to young good looking upcoming actors playing the lead, with looks varying from haggardly okay to young and handsome. it. really depends on the genre.

depending on what specific country it came from, the drama would have the male either grow, become manlier (by learning honor ig), become stupid in the name of love, but he rarely if ever actually dies. the woman effectively becomes yoshi for mario to lauch off on when they're crossing a chasm

the romance is forced. a lot of the BIG LOVE SPARK ie kissing happens in tense moments bc it builds drama, but in reality comes too fucking close to sexual assault (some of the old jackie chan movies does this iirc for slapstick even)

see: sayama getting kissed right after handling her biological father's ashes less than 24 hours ago and admitting to kiryu that shes scared. this scene right fucking here.

bc in general, the scriptwriters for popular dramas tended to be guys themselves and tended to write more human dudes. and the women in the stories are reflective of the ideal societal expectation at the time: being a Refined Housewife.

so her character development is often headed in the direction of marriage and being a stay at home mom.

if it sounds a little like tradwife bullshit, it is.

Refined Housewife

(i have massive negative thoughts about this which i KNOW for a fact is a thing bc a lot of these societal culture femininity was impressed on me as a kid in a world where it was already getting increasingly impossible to have 1 spouse be a SAHP. and also i hated the whole thing about giving face to the patriarch of the house when i personally saw so much ego dick measuring from my uncles. anyway understand that this is both a bias an a lived experience, so proceed with that in mind)

there is a problem with the Refined Housewife expectation: education.

in general, education has been a good metric to judge how classy or smart one is in asia's largely on-the-surface meritocracy based culture. people will look at each other's school first and then judge them from there, and pretty hard too.

so everyone regardless of gender will be expected to study super hard. and bc having good test scores and going to good schools looks good for the family's face, parents will often pile on tuition to the child to get them a leg up in life.

bc also no good degree from good school means no future.

but then... the woman is expected to be a housewife. 🙃 meaning... the education, her accomplishments, are kinda... tossed away in this context. put a pin in this.

it wont matter how much she studied or accomplished, bc the expectation is that the woman would marry and obey her husband, and give him face/honor that way. the kids will come eventually bc having kids = being filial to ones parents in this context.

also uh. no, having adopted kids is not thought of as being filial. continuing the bloodline is.

and if you've been paying attention, then yes, ive been skirting around the backbone of sayama kaoru's writing foundations this entire time.

Her story has been butchered so clumsily i cant even...

lets just. ugh.

she fits the EABS standard, her tropes are trying to subvert the expectations of a womanly woman in this context, she has IMPRESSIVE education and career achievements. she works in a male dominated field, and is keenly aware of sexism. she is strong, stronger than her male peers, at least we are told.

by 2006s standards, its still considered a fresh take with those alone in japan. sexism there is its own flavor of crap. (if you noticed ive not spoken about LGBTQ+ stuff at all, its bc how ridiculously BINARY the expectation is at that point in time. it still is today but less so)

however, the writing has this sense of trying to copy the popular tropes at the time while not fully understanding and dissecting them, and ends up butchering sayama's character before the romance even properly began.

i mean, for fucks sake even, sayama and kiryu has a whopping 14 year age gap. when im told these are supposed to be believable people living in japan, this is too big for me to just go 'oh ok!'. and remember the Christmas Cake thing? shes 25. (FUCKING--!!!! !!)

the problem here that i see is the writer trying to apply all of those while trying to play the tropes straight. trying to imitate. trying to make a statement but then finding out theres nothing within yourself to stand by what you want to say and backtracking.

we are told:

sayama is strong yet she goes down with 1 slap by random thugs and needing kiryu to come in and body them. because romance ig.

we are told shes a yakuza hunter but she doesnt scare a single one beyond her introductory scene.

she goes from defiant and bossing kiryu around to getting her actions overridden by kiryu and ryuji, both men, towards the end

her subtext is that shes not feminine and therefore conventionally undesirable, but then kiryu tells her shes actually feminine and therefore desired, as if its all that matters.

she becomes so stricken by grief and freaked out that she runs off solo to deal with ryuji in the most out of left pocket planning ive ever fucking seen.

and then yells as she takes out her police baton to take down the big yakuza dude, drawing attention and turning herself into a hostage.

i know the writing will fumble but i didnt expect it to fumble this bad.

for all the good the surface chemistry kiryu and sayama has, its being undermined by a fundamental failure to understand tropes and then using said tropes as a crutch so much that everything here has become a bloody mess.

this failure of over-relying on tropes without understanding them extends to yumi too. sawamura yumi was young and beautiful, and became the Refined Housewife to the Not-Male-MC and ends up regretting it, and gets killed for it.

her defining trait is that she is beautiful in subtext. thats. thats what the tattoo is. in a world where the tattoo makeths the person, thats what she is and all that she is.

dear lord.

ive read up a bit more on sayama and you know what. good that she chooses her career over kiryu. the romance would have caused both of their characters to explode with the trajectory this was heading in. ffs sayama could have had her own game. she has so MUCH potential.

and also GOOD that the writer is forced to think of kiryu in the position of the Stay At Home Parent for haruka and the orphanage down the line!!! subverting the fucking traditional BS expectation! yes!!!!!

all i got was sayama and kiryu making out before the bomb went off in front of my alcohol and salad while they're like 'eh, haruka will forgive us for dying :')'

and i ran out of alcohol.

sexism? maybe. incompetence? definitely.

hhgrhgrhrghrghrgrhgr wow this got long. ugh. guhhhhhh.

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #sayama kaoru #kiryu kazuma #yakuza kiwami 2

[originalartblog]

Do you know who's also 15 has a final form values friendship above most things wants to keep everyone safe and has fought and won against multiple gods or god-like entities???

anyway I firmly believe a little bit of Sonic could have saved Chuuya.

#they even both had life-threatening adventures inside storybooks can you believe this #sonic has like 3 things: freedom friendship and saving the world #one of those things chuuya severely lacks #this series started in 2012-13 chuuya was 15 seven years prior which means chuuya was 15 in 2005-6 #you know what else came out at the start of the 2000s???? #the best 3d sonic games that's right (also arguably the single worst but shhh) #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #not tagging the blue boy 😔 #nawy's doodles #i swear if the colors are too saturated/contrasted on my phone again i'll scream #if the blue and red hurts your eyes i'm so sorry i'm currently waging war against screen display gamuts and losing

[br7ght]

Top Material Lucy Bronze

summary: You're convinced you're the only person that can make Lucy Bronze squirm, and while no one believes you, you're determined to prove it

warnings: dom!lucy, dom!reader, slight alcohol consumption but no one is actually drunk I promise (I know because I wrote it), fight for dominance.

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 2000 (part 1)

Build up to part 2 coming soon!

Lucy was flirting with everyone, apart from you. At first you presumed that you just weren’t her type, but now it was growing unusually suspicious. The entire team had started out drinking, but now it was only the strongest drinkers left, everyone else leaving to go back to their hotel, stumbling back together knowing they wouldn’t make it up for training tomorrow. You were sat silently at the table, legs crossed, sheer black tights rubbing against each other as you took the straw into your mouth, sucking up your mojito like it wasn’t filled with alcohol.

You were looking around the table, observing at how everyone was all over each other from laughing too hard, the alcohol controlling their movements, clearly beginning to get to their heads. This was everyone apart from Lucy, you’d barely see her drink, she liked to keep a clear head, always being the one to look after everyone else.

Mary was definitely the next to go, you thought to yourself. You were watching her sway against her drink, barely able to keep herself up, slumping against Millie, her eyes fluttering, and you could tell she was trying desperately to not fall asleep in mid conversation. Millie was barely paying any attention, throwing her head back laughing with Rachel who had said something stupid as she was caught up in their own tipsiness.

“Maz you alright babe?” You ask, nudging her with your shoulder. Her head immediately falls against your neck, and you wrap your arm around her, supporting her against your body. “Come on I think it’s time I take you to bed.”

“Woah, bit full on young’un, she’s wifed up remember.” Beth giggled, your cheeks flushing red as the rest of the girls instantly stopped their own conversations and turned to look at you. You were the youngest of the group which meant you usually found yourself at the centre of their jokes, which you didn’t mind of course, the girls liking to take their age as a reason to tease you.

“Oh, shut up Beth, she obviously didn’t mean it like that.” Leah said and the group fell silent and you were instantly tricked into believing that one of them was actually standing up for you. She was smiling at you and you felt yourself smile back and that was your first mistake. “We all know she couldn’t take anyone to bed, it’s gotta be the other way around, ain’t that right?” With that, they were all set off again, giggling at your presumed innocence.

“Ha ha, really funny you guys.” You rolled your eyes, your arm wrapping tighter around Mary as she joined in with the giggles inbetween her head dipping when her eyes fell shut and it looked like she was falling asleep between laughs.

“Come on, you know we’re only joking.” Rachel teased, giving you a light shove as you sat with your back against the booth, still supporting Mary’s weight against your body, giving up on holding herself up now. “But it is true babe, you’re don’t exactly give ‘I’m going to take you to bed’ energy.” She smirked at you, and you were convinced that your eyes were stuck in the back of your head from how much they were rolling tonight. You looked around at the table and noticed Lucy’s hand on Leah’s thigh, gripping lightly as they were sat back against their seats. You felt an instant rush of jealousy, a similar one to how you’d been feeling the rest of the night at watching Lucy flirt with every woman she came into contact with, but somehow her making advances on your teammate hurt a little bit more than the other strangers.

“What? And you lot do?” You teased back but failing and their assumptions were seemingly correct. It didn’t help that you were faced with the laughing faces of Leah, Beth, Millie and Lucy, the members of the team with the most top energy and you, sat in your tight black dress and silk tights were not exactly fitting the dominating vibe. You could feel your cheeks getting redder, your face burning up.

“Don’t kid yourself baby, it’s okay that you’re not quite top material just yet.” Lucy smirked, her eyebrow raised as she gripped harder on Leah’s thigh, the younger woman’s lips clasping around her drink at the movement. That’s the first thing she’d said to you and her patronising tone had made you determined to prove her wrong, but with Mary lulling against your side you knew that now wasn’t the right time.

“Come on, I think she’s right, I think it’s Mary’s bedtime now.” Millie said, lifting herself up off the seat and helping the drunken body off of your side, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and lifting her up onto her feet.

“I’ll help you, Mils.” Rachel chimed in, taking her other arm, and saying their goodbyes. Lucy and Leah were awfully close to each other now, whispering into each other’s faces as you just watched in silence. The jealously that seethed through your veins was confusing you, it wasn’t difficult to admit that Lucy was attractive, everybody knew and thought the same even if they didn’t admit it. God, even the straight members of the team could be turned by one seducing look from the older woman.

“Come on let’s dance before we follow suit,” Beth suggested, and the three of them all stood up, taking their drinks with them, Lucy’s hand around Leah’s waist and you felt that was your final straw. You got up with them but once they reached the dancefloor you couldn’t bear to watch the two of them dancing up against each other and while you knew you and Beth got along just fine, you didn’t fancy third wheeling with her as you watched Leah suggestively swaying her hips in front of Lucy.

You followed your feet, letting your body take control as you walked past the dancefloor and straight into the women’s bathroom. As soon as the breeze of the restroom hit your face you felt yourself able to breathe again, looking at your appearance in the mirror, frustrated both in how you’d reacted to the team's endless teasing, but also how you were feeling about watching Lucy with Leah. You knew you’d made an effort tonight, pinning up your hair in a messy bun, rubbing off your eyeliner over and over again until it was actually straight, and dressing in the hottest outfit you owned, but for what. It wasn’t until now that you understood why.

You wanted Lucy Bronze to notice you.

“You stupid idiot.” You say to yourself in the mirror, blinking your eyes hard to stop the tears from flowing against your make-up, if anything could go worse tonight it would be walking out of the bathroom with blotchy cheeks from where the tears had rubbed splotches of your face from your skin.

You heard footsteps from behind you, your head hung but immediately shaking your head and looking in the mirror to see who it was. The tall brunette was stood behind you, her eyes fixed on your ass before she noticed that you were looking right at her. Her eyes instantly met yours and you wiped your cheeks with your hands, turning your back against the mirror, leaning against the sink.

“You okay newbie?” Lucy asked, looking at your bloodshot eyes and stepping another foot closer in an attempt to comfort you. She’d been calling you newbie since you joined last year, your innocent look constantly reminding everyone that you were the newest recruit.

“What did you mean by what you said Luce?” You asked, the tears that were running down your face had stopped, and you felt the confidence that you needed around the table coming to you now when you were backed against the bathroom sink. “Not quite top material?”

She was smirking at you, not feeling an ounce of remorse for the humiliating comment that she’d made to you around the others, the same comment that had forced you into the bathroom in an attempt to escape the embarrassment of them talking openly about your seemingly submissive look. “I just mean that you look like you need to be taken cared of, not the other way around, nothing serious, nothing to get upset about.” It was genuine comfort now, but as the warmth of her body got closer to yours, her finger tucking the stray curl of hair behind your ear and your breath hitched. “See, you’re just easy to make nervous.”

She was right, you weren’t exactly showing off your best moves right now, but who would be, not when Lucy was right up against you, finally showing you the attention that you’d been craving all night. You knew that she must be used to making pretty girls weak at the knees, her mysterious, confident persona usually having this effect on people.

“What and you’re not?” You question, responding to her advances by gaining inches closer to her, while you were shorter you knew you could sway your hips in a way that she wouldn’t be able to focus properly on your face. You were instantly proven right, her eyes losing contact with your face, not even trying to hide the way she was following the curves of your body with her gaze.

“It’s not usually one of my biggest weaknesses.” She leered, trying to match your response, your bodies awfully close now but you knew that you could make sure she regretted everything she had said to embarrass you purposefully in front of everyone.

“I bet I can change that.” This tone of voice wasn’t exactly new to you but the fact that it was directed to the woman who you were desperate for changed the stakes of the bet you’d just made. She let out a uneasy laugh, you didn’t think it was supposed to come out that way, but it was attractive nonetheless. You found yourself looking up at her, but not in the way she was used to. You were looking at her like you were ready to pounce against her body rather than the other way around. She was failing to make you a nervous mess, failing to twirl you around her finger, this was all new to her.

“Don’t pretend to be something you’re not, you know you want me to take you here, right now.” This was all she had, you weren’t even thinking about the number of girls she’d used that on before, but you were more than determined to make her know that you were different than what she was expecting.

“I’m not pretending.” This was the first time your words had come across as you meant, taking your chance, and pressing your lips against hers. Your wave of confidence taking over your sentence, your lips breaking for a moment, your eyes both filled with lust as you took another glance at each other before you took the reins again, your lips slotting together perfectly. You swiped your tongue against her bottom lip and to your surprise she gave in, allowing access into her mouth. You took the opportunity, your tongue exploring hers, your hand finding its way to the back of her neck. You drew her face closer to yours and she gasped in response, not used to taking the passenger seat during a first move.

You harshly stroked your finger against the back of her neck, tangling your fingers in her hair and pulling slightly, maintaining your dominance but not without a fight. Her hands were gripping your waist, trying to move down to your ass that was tightly clothed within the black dress. You slapped her hand, batting it away from your curves. “Not so fast.” You whispered in her ear, your tongue trailing from her ear lobe all the way down to her collar bone, gently sucking against her skin before taking her face within your hands, forcing her to look down at you. She had your red lipstick smudged across her mouth and nothing was going to change that, not now you’d made it this far.

“Fuck you’re going to be difficult to pin down hm?” She questioned, her usual dominant and confident tone disappearing as it was your turn to smirk at her now, your hands being given full freedom to grip her back, not letting her inches away from yourself.

“You won’t be pinning me down, that’s not how this is going to go.” With that you collided your lips together again, taking her hand off of your back and dragging her into one of the available stalls.

#lucy bronze #lucy bronze smut #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze fic #lucy bronze fluff #lucy bronze fanfic #woso fanfic #woso community #woso fic #woso x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso blurbs #woso #engwnt

[addicsvt]

11:11 pm

pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

@ADDISCVT 2024

#caratlibrary #caratsland #fluff #angst #mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen #svt #mingyu svt #mingyu seventeen #kim mingyu seventeen #kim mingyu svt #mingyu fluff #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #birthday #bday #husband #golden retriever #<3

[baby-yongbok]

You're So Pretty

Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- Genre: Smut - The Sugary Sweet Type

-`♡´- Summary: “You love seeing me in a bonnet?” -`♡´- Word Count: 3.3k -`♡´- Warnings: Unprotected piv (Safe sex is great sex) - [That should be it] -`♡´- A/N: This is 2000% self indulgent. I've never felt pretty when wearing my bonnet and I've always been so shy about it. I just thought of this idea out of the blue and I've been obsessed with it ever since! This might be some of the fluffiest smut I've ever written and it's really more about the connection than the smut (to me) I hope you enjoy because I love this! + the reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ . All feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading! 💗

-`♡´- Masterlist -`♡´-

The privilege of lazy mornings was not something that Seungmin came across often, so when he had the chance to lounge in the golden morning sunlight shining through the slightly broken blinds of your bedroom he took in every single second of it. It’s been weeks since he’s been able to lay in the tangled sheets with you, watching with starry eyes as you hug more than half of the blanket to your chest. It’s still early, his body has gotten so used to his insane schedule that his eyes opened right when the sun started to rise but he can’t find it in him to be mad about it. Not when he has the best view of his life right in front of him. 

He turns on his side, resting his cheek against his bent arm as he scans your sweet features. Your soft breathing and snores - that you won’t admit to - fill the air around him, a soft smile adorning his lips as he takes you in. Gosh, he’s missed you. Missed this. He reaches forward, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb and pushing away a stray strand of hair that escaped from your bonnet. The pale pink silk covering your hair shines in the orange glow as more of the morning light creeps into the cracks of your curtains. The butterflies on the print nearly come to life in the shimmering glow. 

He gently drapes his arm over your waist, shifting towards you so that he can embrace you properly. He’s never been one for skin ship but in the years that you’ve been together he’s found that you are his only exception. He can’t stand not having his arms around you, the feeling of your soft skin under his touch calms him like nothing else in this world. 

You shift under the new touch, snuggling into his arms and nearly shrugging your bonnet off. He smiles, reaching up to adjust the edge of the cap so that it stays on. You always tell him that your pink bonnet is your favorite and for this reason the elastic is looser than your others. It’s fallen off in the middle of the night more times than you can count, allowing your curls to sprawl out over you and Seungmin’s pillows. 

You hum sleepily as he pulls the bonnet down and he hums back, mimicking the soft sound and making up a melody to lull you back to sleep. His fingers trace over your face, cradling your cheek in his palm. A sigh of contentment interrupts his humming as he traces over your features, he’s already memorized every inch of you but he can’t help but to pretend like it’s the first time he’s seeing you every time his eyes land on you. Your eyelashes flutter as his thumb brushes over your lips and a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He leans in close enough to feel your breath on his face.

"I know you’re awake" He pulls back, watching as you fight the grin pulling at the corners of your lips.

“I’m not.” A husky chuckle escapes him, the sleep coating his vocal cords making him sound deeper than usual. “I’m sleeping.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his white cotton shirt. “You talk in your sleep now?”

His arm wraps back around your waist, tracing imaginary shapes into your back through your thin tank top. “Mhmm.”

“She snores, she talks in her sleep, I wonder what’s next.” You earn yourself another chuckle as you pull back from him, a scoff leaving your lips as you glare at him. “There go those pretty eyes.”

“I do not snore.” He hums, hugging you back against his chest. 

“You do, don’t worry it’s cute.” It’s your turn to chuckle as your arms find a home around his waist, you mimic his earlier actions, tracing shapes into his back as the two of you lie in the warm silent morning glow. He rests his chin on top of your head, settling into your fluffy bonnet and allowing the scent of your shampoo to flood his senses. “Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning, my love.” Your bonnet starts to slip off again and he smiles against it. You sigh, fisting the fabric and pulling it off of your head, revealing your surprisingly tame curls. “Sorry about that.” A shy chuckle escapes you as you pull away a bit to catch his gaze. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“That thing is annoying and I bet it’s not that pretty to look at.” A deep blush paints your cheeks as you stare up at him. “You always say that you love my hair so I bet I look ugly in the -”

“Never.” His voice is soft yet firm, sweet but hushed. His honey pupils are wide and sincere as they stare back into yours. “You never look ugly, especially not when you're wearing your bonnet. I love seeing you in it, I've always loved it.”

“You love seeing me in a bonnet?” Your furrowed brows meet his slight pout as he slides down a bit to meet your eyes. You both lay your head on his pillow.

 “I do.” His big puppy eyes stay locked on yours as he twirls one of your curls around his finger mindlessly. “You’re stunning all the time but I love it most when you’re comfortable. When I see you in your bonnet, especially your favorite one, I know that you’re comfortable and that makes me the happiest man on this planet. I think that it’s cute.”

“Cute?” You can’t help the blush that runs over your cheeks. You’d be lying if you said that his words didn’t make your heart flutter and swell with love for him but it would be out of character for you to not tease him just a little. “I’m just cute?” He smiles at your pout, running his hand down the curve of your waist.

“You’re not just anything.” You blink up at him, his touch is waking you up faster than any coffee ever could. “You’re cute, You’re beautiful, stunning, hot, breathtaking.” 

His large hand squeezes your hip, pressing his pelvis - and morning wood - against you. Your hand rests on his chest, lazily fisting his shirt as he showers you with sweet nothings. 

“You’re right, you’re not just cute when you have your bonnet on.” He pushes his chest against yours and you move your hand so that your fingers are running through his blonde locks.

“What am I then?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and he mimics it with his response, leaning in dangerously close to the delicate skin of your neck. 

“You’re sexy.” He grins at the shiver he feels run up your spine, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. “Seeing you relaxed in your bonnet is the sexiest thing ever. I love knowing that you’re comfortable around me.”

You sigh into him, the sweet scent of him mixed with his words making you feel dizzy. “Are you comfortable around me, baby?”

“So comfortable, Min.”  He pulls you closer, his soft lips pressing against your forehead. You feel your body relax into his as his lips trail down the curve of your neck. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe and loved in his arms. 

“Do me a favor, please?” He reaches behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple and causing a chuckle to tumble from your lips as you press your own soft kiss to his neck. “Put it back on.” 

He holds the pink satin out to you, offering it with a smile as you take it from him. “Usually you’re telling me to take stuff off, this is a first.” He chuckles, his voice sounding more normal now. 

“We’re getting to that part.” He kneads the soft flesh of your thigh as you scoop your hair back into the cap, making sure to get every curl until Seungmin stops you. “Leave this one out.” He wraps the coil around his finger, pulling it down and watching it bounce back. 

“Why?”

“It always slips out when you’re sleeping. I love it.” A toothy school girl smile sweeps your features before you quickly hide it behind your hand. “Nuh uh, let me see.” He moves your hand, holding it in his as he studies your features once again.

“That’s my pretty girl. So cute. So sexy.”  He whispers as he pulls you flush against him, rolling over on top of you and hovering just enough to make sure that he doesn’t crush you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush against yours. You let out a small giggle at the sudden movement as he lowers himself onto his forearms. You blink up at him, feeling the sleepiness float away as you get lost in the moment, only able to feel the love and pure desire radiating from him.

 Neither of you speak another word as you simultaneously soul gaze and brush blushed lips over every inch of available skin. Short chuckles and lazy smiles make their way into the mix as your hands glide over the smooth cotton covering his board shoulder and back, you rake your fingers through his hair as he presses his hips into you. Before the two of you even realize it you start grinding against each other, his hips rutting against your dripping core.

 You aren’t sure when you got so turned on but you’re almost positive that your panties are ruined. Seungmin on the other hand knew that he wanted to feel you as soon as his eyes fluttered open and landed on you, he meant it when he said he finds you attractive in your bonnet. Your comfort turns him on more than you could ever know. You do so much for him on a daily basis, you support him through hell and back so when you both have the chance to take it slow and you slip on your bonnet he’s the happiest man alive. It just so happens that his happiness is accompanied by a hard on. 

His lips are relentlessly pressing against yours, kissing, sucking and lightly nipping at your bottom lip. “What are you doing to me, pretty girl?” He’s breathless, whispering against your lips before going in for more. “Making me so desperate for you so early in the morning.”

“I like when you’re desperate.” You smile into the kiss and he mimics you, grinding against your clothed cunt hard and slow. The drag of his cock against your panties is dizzying, your eyelids flutter shut before you can even think to stop them. “You feel so good against me.”

“Can I make you feel good while I’m inside of you?” Sweet kisses are planted along your jawline, an airy moan escapes you and your clit throbs as you try to think of a clever answer but the only thing on your mind is him. There’s only Seungmin. You offer him an enthusiastic nod that he appreciates but won’t easily accept. “Gotta give me more than that, princess.”

“Please, Min, wan’ you inside.” Suddenly you feel sleepy all over again, maybe you’re drunk off of him. His sweet kisses and gentle yet demanding touch, his scent, his voice, it’s all so intoxicating. 

He supports himself on one arm while the other reaches down to dip his boxers down and free his cock. It slaps against your inner thigh and you can’t help but to whimper at the warmth of it as the soft skin rubs against you. He follows but hooking his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them aside and hissing a curse once he feels just how wet you are under the fabric. 

“Do you always get this wet when I call you pretty?” His middle finger traces the lightest possible circle around your clit. One, two, three times before trailing down, parting your folds with the same finger and prodding your entrance with the tip. You buck your hips up into his touch, desperate to feel more of him. “Or is it when I call you sexy?” 

His finger breaches your hole, filling you with half of his finger and pumping a couple of times before slowly pulling out and teasing your clit again. “Seung, please, I need you. Wanna feel you, baby.”

“Your wish.” He eagerly drags the head of his cock along your folds, he’d never admit it but he’s glad that you asked to skip the teasing. Usually he’d keep it going but this morning he needs you just as badly. He misses you, all of you.

You gasp as the head of his cock stretches your cunt, your eyes roll back as the rest of his length follows and a moan drags from your throat as he bottoms out, filling you so deliciously that your breath stutters. “Is my command.”

He starts moving slowly, rocking his hips almost lazily into you. He fills you to the brim with each thrust, giving you every inch that he has to offer and making your eyes roll back in pure bliss.

“So pretty like that.” His thumb caresses your cheek as you moan beneath him, slowly coming apart at the seams. “So pretty when your eyes roll back for me, so sexy.”

“You’re pretty too, baby.” You reach up to cup his face in your hands, he melts into your palms. His hips stutter at the contact and his eyes flutter shut for just a second. Your touch is the purest thing in the world to him. You never fail to make him melt. “So pretty, so fine, you’re sexy.” 

“Yeah?” A quick kiss to the tip of your nose interrupts his strokes. An elated smirk adorned his features as he stared down at you with bright golden eyes illuminated by the morning sun. 

“Yea - oh my gosh” You’re interrupted by a moan as the head of his cock drags along your swelling g-spot. That’s when he knows that you’re ready for more. 

“You’re prettier.” He scrunches his face at you playfully as he pushes himself up, still settled deep inside of you. He shifts onto his knees. “You want more?”

“Please, Minnie, more.” You reach for him, intertwining your fingers with one hand while his other pushes your thigh back just enough for him to get a good look at how he’s stuffing you full of him. 

“I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt okay, pup?” All you offer is a nod but due to his own burning desire he decided to accept it this time. He rocks into faster than before, finding a pace that leaves you both throwing your heads back. “My princesses cunt is drooling around my cock. Takin’ me so well.”

Your free hand grips at the sheet while the other squeezes Seungmin’s hand. He leans over and plants sloppy kisses onto your knuckles while his other hand grips at your thigh. The way that you’re clenching around him has him seeing stars and the sweet sounds filling the air around him are only adding fuel to the fire inside his chest. Usually he’d want to tear you apart, fuck into you at a rough and unrelenting pace but not right now. Right now he wants to watch the way that the golden light makes your cocoa skin shimmer, right now he wants to stare into your caramel eyes and get lost in the galaxies inside of them while you squeeze around him so impossibly tight that he has to write songs in his head just to keep his composure or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll get so lost in you that he’ll forget the words to every song that he’s ever sung. Maybe that’s what he wants right now.

“Minnie - min, feel so good ‘s so full, baby.” He picks up the pace just a bit, filling you to the hilt with each thrust. 

“You like that, pup?” Your blissed out expression is all the answer that he needs but he still liked hearing you say it. “Wan’ give my baby the fuck that she deserves.”

“Oh god, right there, Min, please.” Your pussy is fluttering around him like you could cum any second. He shakes his head, smiling down at you with adoring eyes but you’re too busy biting your finger with your eyes screwed shut to notice. That’s fine, you look pretty like that, so pretty that his cock is twitching and he’s nearly ready to bust himself. “Min, Min, Minnie” 

You didn’t even have to actually ask him, he already knows what it means when you call his name like that. His hand abandons its grip on your thigh and his pointer and middle fingers softly - yet firmly - press against your swollen clit circling the bud just how you like it. 

“You’ll make me so happy if you cum on my cock, princess.” You prop yourself up on your elbow, desperately wanting to watch the way that his cock fucks you open so perfectly. “You see that? See how your pretty cunt swallows my cock?” 

You clench around him once his filthy words fill your ears. How could he fuck you so sensually while saying such erotic things? “ ‘S perfect. Was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, baby it’s yours. Made just for you.” His hips stutter as you moan for him, his hand squeezes yours where your fingers are still intertwined. The energy around you is pure, loving, sensual, orgasmic. “M- Min I-I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, can I please.”

“ ‘M gonna cum with you, pup. Gonna fill your pretty cunt, okay?”

“Please please, yes.” You drop down, lying back against the pillow and Seungmin follows you so he doesn’t let go of your hand. He hovers over you, keeping the same pace as before while his other hand grips at your waist. 

“Cum for me, c-cum pretty baby, oh fuck.” He wants nothing more than to look into your eyes while you come undone underneath him, shivering and calling his name into the air like a prayer but he can’t help but to allow his eyes to flutter shut as he takes it all in. You feel so good, sound so pretty, so perfect. 

“Oh my- fuck.” You press your hands against his chest, fisting his t-shirt as he pants above you. A couple seconds of silence surround the two of you before you break it, a light chuckle leaving your lips. Seungmin smiles before he even opens his eyes, looking up to meet your sparkling orbs as your sweet chuckle fills the air. 

“I love you.” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over your glee, you offer him a toothy smile in response as you comb his hair back with your fingers. 

“I love you more.” An airy scoff escapes him as he sits up, trying his best to gently remove his softening cock from your dripping core. 

“Impossible, I love you more.” He groans at the sensation and you sigh at the feeling of semi-emptiness. Seungmin watches for a second as his cum runs out of your cunt, hypnotized by the sight. 

“Nuh uh.” The sound of you closing the drawer of your nightstand and handing him a pack of baby wipes pulls his attention away from the beauty in front of him.

“Yuh huh.” He plucks a wipe from the package, warming it in his hand before starting to clean you up. “If you think you love me more than I guess I just have to show you how much I love you all day.”

Your walls clench at the thought, pushing more of his cum out of you and earning a chuckle from him. “All day, huh?”

“Yup.” He smiles as he throws the pack of wipes to the side, moving to cuddle next to you. You snuggle into his side, staring up into his bright eyes. The morning sun casts a glow over both of you. 

“Does the bonnet stay on?”

“Yes, pretty.” He leans in, pressing his lips against your forehead in a sweet kiss. “The bonnet stays on.”

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Now Playing at the Video Store - Jean Kirstein x reader 18+

pairing: Jean Kirstein x afab! Reader summary: Nights at the video store are reruns for Jean. But it's a short skirt, a pretty smile, and your X-rated taste in movies that offer Jean something to tune into every weekend. word count: 7500+ content warnings: smut, explicit language, dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism notes: Reader-insert but Jean's POV. He's a little pervy here. Set between the late 90s and the early 2000s. Mild plot.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Very little grabs Jean’s attention at the video store. 

It’s the usual crowd every week. The gamers that snatch up the latest gaming titles, the oddballs that bring a stack of horror films at the counter (Jean thinks with too much enthusiasm), while the rest are just there to hang out. 

It’s repetitive, it’s boring, it’s his part-time job. 

However, it’s you that walks in one Friday evening that stirs his interest. 

How can you not? You flash him and his coworkers a cute smile as you enter the store, short skirt flouncing when you spin a heel. You pass every aisle with tunnel vision, a woman who came here with something in mind. Jean likes that. You’ll be a quick and easy transaction. Of course, after some shameless flirting on his part. 

From behind the counter, Jean sorts through a stack of returned rentals. He flits a look to find where you’ve wandered off to – way in the back. 

You step forward and pause, scoping out your surroundings before making another move. 

He keeps a tab on you, perplexed as to why you wait for a customer to pass you by while you rock back on your heels, scanning a nearby shelf with what looks like feigned interest. Strange. What are you doing? You lost?

Nope, Jean concludes, because after another minute, you enter the backroom, disappearing behind the door with a very distinct sign. 

’18 and over ONLY!’

Jean’s mind blanks. Now this is something noteworthy. 

Time slips away from him, and he’s not sure how long you’ve been in there, occupied with the Friday evening rush as customers approach the counter. Groups of friends and couples queuing up, eager to start their weekend with a movie marathon. 

Despite all that, Jean steals a few looks at the back of the store, curious to see if he’ll catch you resurface.   

More time passes, the line trickles and to Jean’s surprise, you step forward at the end of it, a DVD pressed to your stomach. 

Jean blinks at the title hidden in your grasp. He means to look up and meet your eyes. Instead, his gaze stops at your chest beneath a thin long-sleeve Henley. It’s shameless, but Jean’s an easy guy. He sees tits, he stares, and he wants them in his mouth. 

You clear your throat and Jean smiles, finding your eyes at last. 

“How’s it going?” he says. 

You cling tighter to the DVD. “I’m alright.” 

“Were you ready to check out?” 

Your lips purse in a smile. “I think so.” Yet, the DVD remains tucked away from prying eyes.  

There’s no one else in line. His coworkers, Connie and Reiner are on the floor right now, organizing the shelves or goofing off, he doesn’t care to know which. It’s just you and him, and Jean doesn’t mind it one bit. 

“You sure?” he says, biting back a smirk at your nerves. 

It’s like you’re debating, turning over something in your head. Jean’s willing to wait. You look that good, he’ll stand here all night. 

You slide the DVD onto the counter, slyly, like you’re conducting a drug deal. A onceover at the cover, and Jean’s dick twitches.

The lewd image of a woman, her best ‘O’ face on display while three of her fingers are buried deep in her pussy. 

Jean doesn’t understand the lack of discretion when it comes to these DVD covers. Little is left to the imagination, but a glimpse at your shy expression is doing the opposite for him. 

There’s no saving his mind from the gutter. It plummeted the moment he saw you in that skirt. And after this, there’s no going back. 

Solo porn. He wonders… He shouldn’t… He imagines…it’s wrong. Is it? What sort of faces do you make when you’re touching yourself? Better yet why do you want to rent this? 

“Just that.” 

Your meek voice pulls Jean back to the present. And what sort of noises do you make?

The cogs in Jean’s head spin, twisting with sinful thoughts, he forces himself to get them in check. As if appraising your choice like some movie snob, Jean nods slowly, scanning it. “ID?”

You avoid his eyes, fingering the neckline of your shirt. You barely tug it to pull out your ID from the confines of your bra. It’s swift, but distinct that Jean chews on a groan, growing more rigid between his legs. You hold out your ID between tight fingers. 

Same age as him, another neighborhood over. He imagines you’ll be a regular. Really, Jean only hopes. 

He slides the DVD across the counter, mustering enough nonchalance. Although he’s enjoying how flustered you’re getting by the second, with three hours left on the clock, Jean’s not sure he can manage his erection for that long.  

Still, he feels out your name on his tongue. “Due in seven days. Enjoy your night.”

You retrieve the DVD, albeit not in some hurry like he would have expected. You hold it close against your chest, wearing a coy smile as you read his name tag. “Thank you, Jean.”

Jean’s grateful for the privacy behind the counter because it takes a solid ten minutes for his boner to relax. When Reiner and Connie return, they notice something’s up. 

“What’s with the smile?” Connie lifts a brow. 

“Got a date later?” Reiner taunts. 

With you, Jean fucking wishes. When he’s back in his apartment later, his mind drifts to the thought of you fingering yourself while his hand drifts past the waistband of his boxers. 

…

Midweek, Jean finds your rental in the return bin. 

So, you already had your fun with it, a few days before it’s deadline. He turns over the DVD in his hand with a sense of perversion. Did those soiled hands touch this? It’s a thought he ponders throughout the rest of the week, with wishful thinking that he’ll see you again. 

And wishes come true because you’re back that Friday. Another quick smile to Jean, then to Connie, then to Reiner and you head to the back. 

The idea of joining you back there scratches at the back of Jean’s skull. He wouldn’t mind observing your selection process, nor would he mind getting to be in such a private space with you alone. But he refrains, saddled with carting around rentals in the rom-com aisle on the opposite end of the store.

A while later you approach the counter. Connie flags Jean down, needing to use the restroom, the impromptu reunion playing out. 

“Good to see you again.” Jean smiles in earnest around your name. You scratch at the shell of your ear, timid and already a little flustered, he bets from browsing through so much porn. “All set?”

Biting your lip, you swiftly hand over two DVDs this time. 

Heat blazes beneath Jean’s skin, his pulse igniting at tonight’s haul. More solo porn, with one DVD featuring the porn actress creaming on a dildo. It’s not the woman on the cover he pays any mind to though. He looks at you, fantasizing the nuanced faces you’d make while getting fucked. They run rampant across his perverted mind. 

God, you’re something else. Despite your timid nature, you’re very bold to rent these movies, back-to-back, and he thirsts to see more of you – with less clothing. 

He scans the first DVD, feeling brave. “Date night plans?” Jean scans the next DVD, placing it atop the first, appearing innocuous. 

Your mouth tightens into a line that Jean’s unable to read at first. You lick your lips, a faint smile unfolding. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He grins at that, pleased that you knew what he meant. “Solo date night plans?”

Now it’s your turn to grin a little, understanding the meaning behind that question. “Maybe…”

You’re a tease and he fucking loves it. 

While he’d love to carry on the conversation – elsewhere ideally – a rush of customers gather at the counter behind you, and it’s not long before Connie’s back from his bathroom break to help kill the line. 

For now, Jean’s fine leaving it here, hopeful that he’ll see you again soon. “Enjoy your Friday.”

“You too.”

He will, because he’s already got an image of you, legs spread out before him as he watches you fuck yourself with a toy. 

…

It becomes routine. Friday night, you walk in, greet him and the others and make your private selection in the backroom. When you’re ready to check out, Jean’s sure to be the one to process those rentals making it seem coincidental. 

But there have been a few times when either Reiner or Connie beckon you over while Jean’s busy with another customer that you seemingly aren’t ready. Only when Jean’s free do you approach the counter again. 

Maybe you’re still too shy to let his coworkers in on your choice of movies, but Jean likes to think you reserve your attention for him only. Whether it’s delusional of him to think so, Jean doesn’t care. The interactions he has with you are special, and he’s just as eager to see what selections you’ve made every time. 

It’s a familiar dance he does with you. 

He flirts enough that leave you a little flustered, stumbling over your words a few times, only to recover with a warm smile as if it didn’t belong to someone who just rented a DVD of a porn actress using a wand. 

And for the rest of the night, it’s all Jean can think of until he plays out that fantasy, fisting his cock to sleep. 

…

Tonight, Jean catches you on your path to the back. He’s restocking returned rentals in the comedy aisle. Your presence triggers a sixth sense in him. When the door chimes, he just knows it’s you. 

It’s never a disappointment. You slow your steps as you pass through the aisle, a coy smile in greeting. 

Jean nods, gaze adrift at the cropped shirt you’re wearing. It hugs your tits nicely, the outline of your bra pokes through. But it’s the sparkle of jewel on your navel that has Jean’s mind wandering in lewd places yet again. 

God, he really wants to see you naked. What else is hidden under those skimpy clothes? Nipple piercings? Maybe a tattoo on your lower back…?

And yet, you peer up at him, bashful and sweet, hands clasped at your front. “See you in a little bit.”

He watches you head towards the back, catching you throw a look over your shoulder only to avert your eyes shyly. 

You’re a minx of a thing. A tantalizing balance of soft and sexy. Like an innocent femme fatale. 

But your visits are so fleeting, a tempting treat of what-ifs every time he sees you, all of which revolve around those movies you rent.  What if instead of a dildo, you were creaming on his cock? 

What if he watched you while you edged yourself with your fingers?

What if you let him suck on your tits just once?

Several more what-ifs rattle in his skull in anticipation to meet you at the counter. When you reemerge from the back, you look to him and he drops the DVDs back onto the shelf and is behind that counter in record time. 

“All ready for me?” Jean’s voice drips with tease. 

You rock back on your heels, presenting the latest rental on mutual masturbation.

His mind goes into orbit, cutting you a look that you wither under. You must be thinking the same thing as him because why else would you rent this other than the intent to send Jean a message. 

Still, you act nervous around him. 

He doesn’t understand how you can suddenly turn so shy when bringing movies like this to the counter every week.

Some customers want to rent The Titanic, and you want to rent porn. Who’s he to judge? And if he was to judge, he prefers your taste in movies.

Nothing wrong with watching nookie, and nothing wrong with having it. And Jean wants to have it with you more than anything, these interactions reaching a fever pitch. 

He shifts on his feet, a boner fast-forming he’s not quick enough to distract himself from the thoughts of you looking up at him with that shy expression while on your knees. More customers approach. Focus…

Thankfully Reiner hops on the neighboring register to help the others. 

“Alright.” The strain between his legs rushes upwards, reaching his throat. He coughs lightly, finding his voice again. “Same time frame. Seven days.” 

Your hand reaches out as he slides the DVDs forward, dainty, painted fingers brushing his, sending a spark to his cock. Jean bites back a groan. 

You bat your lashes, hugging the DVDs to your chest. Shameless and hard, Jean’s eyes fall there, enamored with how your arms push them up, intentional or not, if it wasn’t for his paycheck, he’d fall right into them.  

“Thanks again, Jean.” 

He watches you leave, forlorn and hot all over. Another customer steps forward, but Jean doesn’t have the patience for them. He pats Reiner’s shoulder, choking on his words. “He’ll be right with you.”

He passes Connie on his way to the employee restroom, ignoring his odd look. He would have sprinted if it didn’t hurt to move his legs. 

Behind the door, Jean locks it and undoes his zipper. 

Dripping pre-cum, his cock is heavy in his hand as he touches himself. He thumbs the tip, hissing from the sensitivity. 

Throwing his head back, Jean strokes his cock, muttering your name over and over again. He’s already so close to finishing that he doesn’t have time to tease himself with the fantasies of you, relying solely on your chest pushed up in that dress of yours earlier with that coy expression you always wear. 

“F-f-fuck,” he breathes through gritted teeth, letting the memory of your voice uttering his name lead him to paradise. 

His fist is warm and sticky with his spill, pouring thickly down his fingers. Jean doesn’t stop stroking himself, doesn’t stop thinking of you until his dick softens. 

“Shit,” he sighs, cleaning himself up. 

The rest of the evening he can’t get you off his mind. His thoughts drift when he has down time and he fights to keep another erection at bay. 

Later that night, he’s on his back, playing a new movie of you behind his eyes. 

…

After a few weeks, you’re more relaxed whenever he processed your rentals, and Jean had dialed up the flirting. His heart fluttered every time you smiled and laughed at something he had said, which was often suggestive. 

And every time his mind ran wild with indecent fantasies, inspired by your latest rental. A new DVD each week. Solo porn. Softcore, with toys, with a man watching. Jean nearly nut on the spot when he glimpsed at the cover of a woman squirting. 

Much like your weekly routine, Jean had developed one too. Touching himself after every shift, moaning your name, a vision of you creaming all over his hand, his face, his cock. On replay, a movie he dreams of experiencing.

Seeing you was the highlight of every shift, the reason for his better mood on Fridays. 

It was addictive, something he couldn’t get enough of.

He was eager to get to the video store. His coworkers had never seen him this happy to be at work. It was out of character of him. 

Jean checked the time: 7pm on the dot, you’d walk in through those doors soon. As he waits and works, Jean wonders what sort of outfit you’ve got on; what parts of your body will he get to preview tonight, and what movie you’ll rent this time.

So, when you were a no-show, that thrill came to a screeching halt. Jean was perplexed, expecting you all night. You never missed a Friday before. 

He checked the clock as it inched closer to the end of his shift, there was still no sight of you. His mood soured as he rang up a guy that had grabbed two DVDs from the back. 

He processed them swiftly, void of hospitality. 

He had never been so bummed to clock out of work.   

…

A month. 

A whole month flew by without a single sight of you. 

At first, Jean thought you’d come in later that weekend. 

You didn’t. 

Then he assumed that you were busy that Friday and couldn’t make it. You’d be back the following week. 

Nope. 

As much fun as he’s had with his little crush on you, Jean’s a realist. After two weekends of your absence, he didn’t expect to you see ever again. But that didn’t stop the disappointment from creeping in for the rest of the month.  

Maybe there was a crumb of hope there that you’d turn up suddenly. He’d grown accustomed to these interactions with you, that he still imagined you walking in through those doors, flouncing in a skirt towards the backroom. 

But you hadn’t. Thus, life at the video store returned to normal, much to his chagrin. 

It was fun while it lasted, he thinks. The only regret he has was not taking it a step further with you. At the time, however, he saw it going in that direction. The momentum was building up, and soon it would have happened, he believed. 

And now he’s spending another Friday night, bored and disinterested. 

The evening rush passed through like normal. Connie and Reiner volunteered to stay behind the counter for the remainder of the night, so Jean took it upon himself to sort through new shipments of X-rated DVDs. 

Jean squeezes into the backroom with the box in tow, letting it drop in a heap on the floor. He surveys the shelves, filled to the gills with DVDs and VHS tapes, an assortment of every genre of porn available. He has no clue how he’s going to fit any more videos in here. 

The room is cramped, more akin to a walk-in closet than an average room. To save space, wired shelving had been mounted a while ago to display the videos for quick and easy selection. Because when it comes to porn, people do judge by the covers. 

Though Jean doesn’t understand how anyone can properly look at them with the dim, warm lighting barely reaching every corner of the space. If anything, it’s the perfect room to stash away explicit videos while exploring the options under the veil of privacy. 

Jean grabs a few DVDs from the box, looking for any available space on the shelves he can find. As he rearranges a few already on display, his eyes glaze over the covers with little interest.

The door clicks open. 

“Oh!”

Oh.

There’s a flutter in Jean’s stomach to see you at the door. It’s a surprise after a few weeks of your absence, he’s unsure if it’s you or a mirage. And for once he’s left speechless, using that beat of silence to soak you in. 

You’re wearing another dress, short-sleeved, with a cinched tie that displays a peek of your breasts. The dress is a little form-fitting despite the looser fabric, sitting high on your bare thighs as you shift foot to foot in low heels. 

By some miracle, Jean’s composed. He waves a DVD (on blowjobs) in one hand, greeting you like normal. “Hey, long time.”

You laugh, breathy and stilted. There’s the flustered customer Jean’s been aching to see again. He couldn’t imagine better circumstances to reunite. Alone in the backroom where all the porn is stored away. 

“I got a new job, and I’ve been training a lot on the weekends.” You rub your arm, a nervous habit, Jean assumes. It’s cute. 

“That explains the dry spell.” The choice of words tumbles without thought. However, Jean doesn’t correct himself. On his part, there is some truth to that. 

You shrug, smiling. “Yeah, I haven’t had much time to watch anything…It’s my first weekend off, so here I am.”

The air stagnates, the walls and shelves close in, Jean imagines drawing closer to you. 

He brandishes the DVDs in hand again. “Help yourself. Got a couple more in today, and I’m trying to figure out where to stash them.”

Your lips open, but say nothing, turning your attention to the nearest shelf. 

It’s the first time it feels awkward between you both.

It might be because it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other. But Jean watches you with a sidelong stare, noticing how you stiff you are browsing the shelves. 

It clicks in his head. 

It’s very, very intimate in here. The proximity couldn’t be any smaller and Jean imagines that you’re used to being in the room alone, browsing with abandon. 

You’re a little nervous and Jean finds it endearing. 

So, he slinks into character of the dutiful video rental clerk. “Find anything you like?”

You shift a glance at him with a shake of your head. “Still looking.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

It’s a harmless offer given the circumstances of what you’re searching for. Porn or not, it is Jean’s job to help out a customer. 

You relax a little, treading slowly with your words. “Something similar to the usual stuff I watch…” Your voice trails off, a revival of the little minx he remembers all those weeks ago. 

Jean hums. “Right…the solo porn. Might have something in this box here. That your favorite kind to watch?” Jean gauges your reaction, he presses his lips together, gleeful to read the answer on your face. 

You shift on your feet, finger slipping off the end of the shelf. “Sort of.” You laugh faintly. “Is that weird?”

Jean sniffs out the brush of nerves. It’s the green light he’s been dying for. “Of course not. Everyone has their kinks. You practice with them, don’t you?” He rifles through a stack without reading the covers.  

But when he turns again, you’re the most flustered he’s ever seen. You stand rigid, hands playing with the hem of that short dress, unable to hold his gaze.

Jean could be deluding himself, but when you look up, they’re wide-eyed and glossy. If not for the shit lighting in here, he’d get a better look. Despite all that, Jean’s been around the block because you’re more obvious than you think you’re being, clenching your thighs together.

Plus, Jean’s no saint. He doubts you are too, not with your rental history. After weeks of your absence, he’s not quick to let you disappear again. He’s not going to hesitate. He’s going to see where this can go. 

“That’s how we all learn right?” Jean dials up the tension, cautious not to let it simmer too hot just yet. 

This gets you to breathe out a laugh, shoulders going lax. “You watch porn?”

“Sure, who doesn’t?” 

You shrug. “My friends don’t really like it.”

“What’s wrong with them?”

Your raise a brow, and Jean’s sure you’re trying to hide a smile. Another laugh slips out of you, surprised and lighthearted. “Don’t know. They just don’t like it.”

Jean hums, contemplative, but not really. He couldn’t care less about their opinions. “Shame, they don’t sound as fun as you are.”

Amusement tucks into the corner of your lip as you tilt your head. “How do you know I’m fun?”

Jean smirks, confident and sure. “I can tell. Why else would you watch them?”

Maybe you’re a natural and don’t realize the way you bat your lashes just then has Jean’s heart skipping a beat. A new kind of tension thickens in the room as you pass him a look. 

Jean blinks. If this is a bait you set out intentionally, Jean’s on the move, sidling closer to crowd your space.  

“Doesn’t it make you want to experiment?” He leans down to capture your gaze. “What’s the point of these videos if it doesn’t inspire some sort of action, huh? You’d like that, right?”

You gulp, staring at him, suspense hanging like a shadow over your eyes. “Do you?”

Jean’s grin broadens, a hand ghosting your face. “Hell yeah…” Tipping up your chin, his voice trails off.

His senses are drenched in you. Your warmth mingles so close to his body, your shallow, bated breaths echoing in his ears. The floral scent of your perfume, so fragrant, it makes him dizzy. The same for your eyes, glossy with renewed desire, anticipation hanging by a thread. What’s missing is your taste. 

So, he helps himself, whispering his thoughts against your lips. “I’m more than eager to…take some action with you right now.”

He kisses you gently, swallowing down his carnal urge for the moment, wanting to savor the plushness of your lips. You kiss him back with the same softness, melting into his presence. 

It’s the nudge Jean accepts readily, widening the kiss; poking his tongue to cut through the seam of your lips.

Jean’s mouth waters, relishing in the candied sweetness on your tongue. “Ooh…you taste like sugar.” Jean deepens kiss to inhale your taste again. 

Pressing up against your body, Jean leads you backwards until you’re pinned to the wall from his weight.

Your soft mewls stutter into a whine as Jean’s bulge catches on your front.  

It’s cute that you let him take the wheel, following his lead. You go still as he takes your lip in his teeth gently. Jean enjoys being in command, it’s so innate in him. But he wants to know your own tricks, what gets you off other than these B-rated videos. 

Pulling away, he admires the raise in your brows and tilt of your chin, like a doe waiting for guidance, Jean bristles. 

“You touch yourself to these videos?”

Your lips clamp shut, pursing together. He waits and you nod slowly. 

“Show me,” Jean husks. “Be a naughty girl and show me how you touch yourself.”

He doesn’t want to be too greedy, though he is, and the request is just as much for him as it is for you. The number of nights dreaming of you playing with yourself, soaking your own fingers with your slick, moaning, whining, crying out in ecstasy, Jean wants you to spoil him with that vision.

You’re flustered, tits heaving, he can see the pert nipples behind the fabric. He needs to work carefully, to coax you into it. 

Thumbing your lip, he kisses your hairline. “Don’t be shy now, baby,” he teases. “I already know about the kinky shit you like, remember? Show me what they do in those videos. Let me see how you touch yourself.”

You peer up and the look you give him is better than anything he could have ever imagined. You lick your lips, taking a slow gulp. Your fingers toy with the ties of your bodice without undoing them.  

Jean holds that minx-like stare of yours. “Get comfortable. It does get very stuffy back here.”

Your hand falls away, dragging one tie down. The neckline cinches tight for a moment, squeezing your tits together until the fabric loosens. 

Jean’s eyes dip to your cleavage, bated breath held fast in his chest. The itch to tear the dress off is tempting, but it doesn’t compare to the brewing sexual tension. That suspense of getting to see you in a way that he’s dreamt of is none other. Jean would happily pause this moment just to bask in it for a little longer. Because like any good movie, it takes time, some build-up to get to the best part. 

You tug and pull at the ties a few times, never looking away from Jean’s gaze. True to his earlier statement, Jean swears the room rises in heat, a fever prickling along his skin, waiting, waiting, and waiting, choking on the thickened tension. 

Jean knows you can’t stand the wait either, because you lower the bodice, taking the cups of your bra in your fingers, and your tits are on full display. 

The sight of your bare skin, blooming with goosebumps around the flesh, peaking at your nipples is both too much and not enough for Jean. He wants to touch you, suck on your tits until they’re wet and bruised. But he stops himself from doing either, because more than that right now, he needs to see how you touch yourself. 

“Shit…That’s a beautiful rack,” he murmurs. “Prettier than all the fake tits on these DVD covers.”

Your chest rises in a sharp inhale and Jean watches in a daze, following your hands as they roam down your sides to slip under your dress. 

You give him another one of those shy smiles, dragging your hands down. Cotton panties slide down your thighs, past your knees, and fall to your ankles. You step out of them, mindful not to get them caught in your heels as you kick them aside. With that stripped away, you gather the end of your dress. 

This time, Jean can’t keep his hands to himself. He bunches up the fabric for you, lifting up your dress and groaning to finally see your pussy. “Fuck…every inch of you is fucking beautiful.”

Flattery curls the corner of your lips, spurring you into motion again. A hand drips to the center of your thighs while Jean watches.

His jaw falls loose, a breathy sound escaping his lips. Your fingers splay out your folds, barely gracing your clit. You like to tease yourself it seems, because you rub in a languid pace, inhaling as you press that bundle of nerves. 

Jean hums with a nod. “Get yourself nice and warmed up, baby,” he says, gaze drowning in the sight of your pussy. He fists the dress tighter to contain himself. 

You rub yourself slowly, low moans spewing forth. When they hitch, your legs widen; two fingers curl past your pussy lips and into your twitching hole. 

You’re sensitive, he can tell. The more pressure you apply, your mouth forms that ‘O’ expression that’s been the center of his filthiest fantasies.  

Jean presses you against the wall, face warm from the way your glossy eyes stare up at him. 

You’re so much smaller like this, swallowed up by his shadow. Jean leans closer with his forearm, a cage to keep you to himself. 

Meanwhile, you touch yourself as instructed, whines filling the air. Jean’s not sure where to keep his eyes: your needy face or your fingers touching yourself. 

“Do you think about anything when you touch yourself?” He strokes your face with his knuckles, wanting to pick apart your lewd mind, certain that you have some of the wildest fantasies stirring in that pretty head of yours. “What do you think about?”

“I think of you.”

Jean freezes up, your confession replaying between his ears on loop. A heaven-sent answer. 

You shy away then, hand going still. “I’m sorry – I –”

Jean grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. The worry flickers behind your gaze, overshadowed with curiosity. He kisses you, deep and rough, inhaling your moan, then pulls back to admire the moisture on your lips.  

You make another noise of surprise when Jean seizes your wrist, taking your fingers in his mouth. 

Tangy, sweet, tasting like perfection to Jean, he wants to have more of you. 

Kisses shower your neck, your jaw, your lips, everywhere like falling stars. Jean can’t decide which part of you he wants most, never satisfied in one spot, and needing more at the same time. His lips pepper your throat, his facial hair nuzzling you there. 

You laugh, curling your fingers into his shoulders. “Jean, that tickles.”

If you had thought that Jean would relent, you were mistaken. He couldn’t get enough, weeks of your absence has left him starved.   

“Let me take it from here.” Jean levels you with a heady stare. His fingers push past your soft lips, he bites back a moan at the stroke of your tongue. “Drool on them. Make it messy."

Your tongue swirls, coating his fingertips with saliva that connect in a thin thread when Jean pulls his fingers free. 

He catches your gulp, anticipation rolling through you like a chill. 

Without preamble, Jean cups your pussy, hissing in delight to feel how wet you are. All this for him. Your pussy reacting not only to his touch but the thought of him. Pride spreads through his system like a drug, traveling to his aching cock. 

He strokes you, finger sliding up the slit and catching at your apex. You gasp, legs spreading apart. Jean plunges a finger inside. 

There’s a tightness that greets him, twitching at the contact. He massages your walls with dexterity. Your shaky breaths pour out and Jean eases another finger inside when he feels your body stretch and squeeze around his touch.  

His gaze lowers to watch his fingers sink in and out of you, slippery and wet imagining how that’ll feel around his dick. 

“Jean…”

Light brown eyes crawl up your body, raking over your bare tits. Leaning forward, his lips and teeth meet your hardened nipple. 

You hiss from the added stimulation, pussy clenching around Jean’s fingers, he thrusts another deep inside of you while he laps at your breast. You breathe out his name again, grabbing onto the roots of his hair. 

Jean growls, nipping at your flesh, curling his fingers, gathering more slick that makes him dizzy and pussy-drunk. He meets your eyes, soaking in your gaping mouth. 

Your nails claw into his hair tightly, pussy twitching as Jean fingers you with fervor, swiping your clit hurriedly, a tremor moves from you to him, indicating your release is on the horizon. 

Jean pulls back to gaze at you hard, giddy to capture the moment you fall apart. “Cum for me. Cum on my fingers.”

The image of you has Jean choking on his breath. 

Your eyes roll back behind fluttering lashes, a long moan of his name wrapping around his ears. His mouth splits into a dazed grin when he feels your pussy twitch, soaking his fingers with your orgasm, that drip into his hand and down his wrist. 

He steadies the pace of his fingers, basking in your pussy’s warmth until you slouch back against the wall, catching your breath. 

He busies himself with cleaning up his fingers, smirking to catch you watching him with a sense of intrigue. Much like himself, Jean knows you’re a voyeur, the perfect match for him, and he leans close to purr into your lips. 

“You make the prettiest face I have ever seen. All for me too.” He feels you smile into his lips, momentary surprise flashing through him when your arms enfold around his neck with more strength than he would have imagined. 

It enthralls him even more when you trail a hand down his chest. It roams south, fingers splayed flat to drag along the muscles of his stomach that flex in response. Your touch continues to explore until you reach Jean’s belt. 

Almost in askance, you pull at the buckle.

Jean breaks away from the kiss to lift a cocksure brow. “Need me to touch you more? My fingers not enough for that pretty pussy, you need me to fill you with my cock too?”

Jean’s loving every bit of this. Regardless of how painfully hard he is, Jean doesn’t mind delaying his gratification to tease you, coax you into taking some of the reins and beg him to fuck you. 

You bite your lip, and there’s a pull at Jean’s belt, going loose. 

“That’s it, baby. Don’t be shy. It’s all yours.”

Your fingers are clumsy anyways as you undo the buckle. Looking up, Jean encourages you with a smile, humming his approval when you reach for the fly of his jeans.

Again, you pause with another look to Jean. There’s a little more confidence there veiled with a coy smile. You drag his jeans and boxers down, freeing Jean’s cock with an exhale.

Jean holds back from kissing you again. That mouth of yours gaping in awe sends a spark of lightning straight to Jean’s dick. While Jean can be humble, he can’t deny feeling cocky, knowing that the size of his dick belongs in a porno.

And it fucking aches, angry and red at the tip, a thick vein wrapped around the base, pulsing with need. Jean strokes himself, feeling the weight of his dick in his hand, pent-up and hard. 

You swallow. “Uh…wow…” Your gaze lifts up in a slow drag and all it takes is the exchange of one heated look and Jean kisses you again. 

He grabs onto your thighs, sweeping you off your feet to spread you out. You take hold of his shoulders, locking your hands around his neck, bucking down to feel his dick. 

“Fuck. I’ve been so ready for you for weeks.” 

The tip of his dick nudges your folds apart. Pre-cum leaks from the contact with your pussy, mixing with its slick. Jean shudders from the skin-to-skin touch; eager to slide into you with abandon, but a part of him also wants to prolong this moment, to savor every stroke to memory. 

Lifting you higher is effortless. He admires the way your body moves with his strength. He lines up with your pussy with a bated breath. 

His gaze drips down in admiration, the excitement reaching the corners of his mouth. Your pussy’s so pretty, glistening like a treasure in the dim room. It’d look even prettier with his cum spilling out. 

There’s a sharp twitch in his cock. He can’t wait anymore; he wastes no more time. 

Pushing in, Jean’s eyes flutter. Your warmth is so tantalizing, so inviting, Jean doubts he’ll ever want to leave. The way your walls suck him in slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch, it’s the only sensation Jean needs to feel. 

“How does that feel, baby?” Jean pushes forward, grunting at the clench around his length.  

You’re speechless for a moment, like words are too difficult to string together, only verbalizing with another throb of your pussy. “I…I…like it.”

Jean breathes a strained laugh, unable to tear his eyes away from your face. You try to slink back, flustered, if not for Jean’s hold. It’s endearing as it is arousing to witness each layer of you, from fiendish to flustered, to innocent to debauched. 

Jean presses deeper, a dark moan rushing out from his lips. Your walls are so tight around him, pulsing to keep him inside with a vice-grip and Jean can really start to feel you now, it makes his head spin.

“Let me fill the rest of you up then. Because I want you to fucking love it.” 

True to his word, Jean pushes into you to the hilt. 

The throbbing in your pussy is almost too much for Jean, he takes a moment to muster his patience, and for you to adjust to his size. He gives you an open-mouthed kiss, sloppy and greedy as he inhales your sounds of pleasure.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you so good, these DVDs will be useless.” It’s a promise Jean wants to make good on. 

You seem to take that as a signal, gripping onto Jean in anticipation, whimpering out his name.

Jean pulls out just until his tip ghosts your entrance, adjusting his hold on your hips, so that your knees drape over his elbows, bending you in such a pretty shape. 

And in one deep plunge, he fucks into you. 

Your tits spring in tandem with the buck of Jean’s hips. More goosebumps sprout from the peak of your nipples, marked and bitten from Jean’s teeth. 

You moan out, mouth unhinging in a series of gasps. Jean beams, feeling the clench around his dick, fucking into that burning hot spot deep inside of you. 

A hum catches between your pressed lips as Jean fucks into you with more fervor. 

“What’s that, baby?” he teases, fucking into you at the same rapid pace. “Something you want to say? It’s too late to be shy…”

A squelch between your legs robs you of the chance to speak. 

Jean’s brows raise with amusement. “Oh, your pussy’s trying to tell me something. You hear her? She says she loves getting fucked by me. Tell me, baby, is your pussy being honest?”

You crack a smile, pupils wide, a whine slipping out. “Yes…yes, Jean – just like that.” 

He keeps fucking you like that, pressing you against the wall, paying no mind to the tremble of the nearby shelving or the few DVDs tumbling from their stacks.  

Your head falls back against the wall, arms clawing at Jean’s shoulders, legs squeezing him closer. Jean didn’t think he could reach you any deeper than he does in that moment. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He lifts you up higher, choking on your name. “You know how to take a cock, huh? You know how to take my cock, you filthy thing.” He teases, pounding into you with abandon. “This is what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?”

The more you clench around him, the more Jean babbles. 

Your whimpers spill into the air with every well-angled thrust. You’ve lost your voice. “Mhm – mmph!”

Jean’s dick spasms, his ego has transcended, and nothing will ever bring him down from this moment. To know that you’ve fantasized about him while you watched those rentals, the same way he’s stroked himself, imagining the noises you’d make and the touch of your skin.

It’s pure bliss he’s in and he wants to chase the rest of it, gulp down every drop as he gets closer to euphoria.

“Let me feel you cum – let me feel you cum,” he chants, pumping harsher. “I want you – wanna feel this pussy throb for me. Show me that pretty face again when you cum, baby. Let me see those eyes roll back –” Everything is said so quickly, he’s desperate to feel you twitch around his dick, to replay that face you make. 

And within a couple more strokes, your back arches in his hold, chest rising like a wave. Your eyes roll back again like it did before, accompanied with a gasp echoing in the backroom as you cum for the second time. 

He grunts, thrusting into you, and he feels it, spilling his cum so deep inside of you, finally reaching that climax he’s wanted for so long. 

You’ve fallen limp but Jean clings to your legs, voice strung tight with a low, satiated groan, reveling in every twitch of his nerves, buried deep in your pussy. 

Slumped against the wall, dress bunched at your waist, lax in Jean’s arms, you’re a vision. An image he wants to imprint in his mind forever. You deserved be plastered on a DVD cover, a stunner with an A-list pussy. 

Carefully, he sets you down on your feet. You cling onto him, arms wrapped around his neck, wearing nothing but a dizzy smile. 

Jean could get used to this. Pressing forward, thumbs rubbing up and down your hips, Jean smirks. “Better than the movies.”

Your laugh breaks through the hot air. “I wouldn’t mind having more practice.”

Jean’s smirk widens with delight, unable to control his restraint, kissing you. “Stick around for thirty minutes, and I’ll be off the clock.”

You nod, accepting another kiss. 

“Good,” Jean purrs, holding you close. “After, we can take it back to my place, yours, anywhere…for round two.” A kiss to your jaw. “Round three.” Another to your neck. “Four…” 

Or maybe the next round will happen in this room, because neither you nor Jean can peel yourselves off the other. 

In an ironic twist of fate, you’re tied together in a heap of sweaty limbs an image that belongs in its own porno. 

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The screen freezes, paused at the image of Jean’s back turned to the security camera as he holds onto you. 

“Oh shit – how much do you think Jean will give us to keep this a secret?” Connie breaks the silence of the video store. The last few customers took off a while ago, and the store has been empty for the last hour. 

During that time, he and Reiner did what they often did when it was empty, chill behind the counter doing nothing. Except tonight, they surveyed the security cameras only to discover the peep show happening in the backroom. 

He turns to Reiner, wearing a devilish grin. “Scratch that. We need make a few of copies of this. They could be the next Pam and Tommy!” He grins wider, more ideas, no doubt flooding his mind as he scrambles for the store’s phone. “I got to tell Eren.”

He turns away, dialing up his friend, whooping and raving with excitement about what he just saw. 

For Reiner, however, it’s a different kind of excitement that keeps his gaze fixed on the security footage. One that’s left him with a raging boner at seeing his coworker, Jean fuck a customer in the back, inspiring some of his own fantasies. 

He clears his throat, throwing a look over his shoulder. 

Connie’s oblivious, still prattling on the phone. Bless him. 

Reiner sneaks away, not stopping until he approaches the back. He flits a look up at the sign and debates. But softs moans muffled behind the door are more than enough to convince him to turn the handle and step inside.  ;D

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Um hello! I saw your asks were open! If it's not too big of a deal, could I ask for Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first?

A Fight For Love

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this <3

Ace x reader / Deuce x reader Summary: Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first. Warnings: Yuu!reader, (english is not my first language)

You could hear a commotion from the common room. You aren’t supposed to have anybody over today, your sweet day off from all the bullshit this campus has brought upon you since day 1.

But obviously, the universe had other plans. It’s when you hear a loud meow and a crash that you finally acknowledge what will most likely transform your afternoon into a wild goose chase for a solution to a problem you have nothing to do with. 

Sometimes you wonder how the world was able to go on without anybody's extinction before you came along. 

It’s with a sigh that you get up from your newly bought bed (Epel somehow, someway, destroyed the previous one) and walk from your bedroom to the corridor, to the stairs, and finally to the common room, where you find before you what could only be considered a scene from a shitty comedy show from the early 2000s. 

Ace with a chair in his raised hands, ready to throw it at his opponent. What shocks you from that vision is the fact that the chair in his hands is from his own dorm, which means he has to have brought it with him himself, for some reason. 

Deuce has Grim in his right hand and a pillow in the other and you can see the cat trying to scratch his attacker for freedom.

Poor Jack in the middle with both his hands put in a position to stop the idiot duo and his body angled to shield Epel who until that point looked unbothered from all the chaos. 

Thankfully the moment you enter the room everybody has the dignity to either look shocked and apologetic or downright embarrassed. Grim takes his chance to jump away from Deuce’s hands and runs to you.

“What the hell is everybody doing and why are you doing it in my dorm? Of all the places in the world!” Now that’s when they all look down, trying to make themselves look pathetic in your eyes to hopefully not get an earful from you.

“He started it!”

“He started it!”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to stop them!”

“Myaah!”

They all scream in unison making your head spin and they continue to do so, screaming at each other who did what to whom for that reason and the other. ‘It was my idea first!’ ‘I thought about it before you!’ ‘I care about it more!’ ‘I’m older’! Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses, excuses. Couldn’t they be more cliche?

“STOP! Everybody out! I don’t know what’s going on and I honestly don’t care. It’s my day off so whatever problem you’ve brought upon yourselves, deal with it. On your own.”

Miraculously they all leave without saying a single word. In your heart, you know that this is something that you’ll have to help solve one way or the other. Since the day you came to this freakish land is like you’ve become the go-to problem solver and everybody else has lost the ability to be independent. But one thing at a time, now the most important thing to do is go upstairs, get under those warm fluffy blankets, and take a fat nap. 

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“Oh Great Seven, now she’s angry with us. Again!”

“Ace, stop whining as if it’s not your doing as well.”

The duo continues to bicker back and forth until they reach their dorm room. Jack and Epel left them the moment they saw a chance to escape their idiocy, so it’s only the two of them. The two of them who are immediately confronted by their oh-so-lovely, red-faced, angry housewarden.

Once Ace is able to tuck himself to bed without breaking his neck due to the collar now attached to it, he thinks that maybe stealing a chair wasn’t one of his brightest ideas…

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Monday, dreadful dreadful Monday. 

Like every day the two idiots are waiting for you outside of your dorm so that you can walk together to your respective classes, but before you can even reach them you can already hear them bickering and arguing over Seven knows what.

“Ok, this is getting tiring. What are you two babbling about that is getting you so worked up?” 

“I need to tell you something!”

“I need to tell you something!”

Again with the screaming over each other. “Well unfortunately I can’t hear both of you at the same time so you’ll have to decide who goes first. So?” That’s when they choose to remain silent and not say a word. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to hang out with these two without going mad. “Whatever, if you don’t want to talk then so be it, just deal with this thing on your own and make peace, we don’t want to get in trouble again, do we?”

They both nod their head in agreement and start walking to the school with you.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

They find themselves in their dorm room at the end of the day, trying to come to a decision without it becoming a brawl. Riddle is already weary of them after yesterday's shenanigans.

“I really want to go first! If you say it before me I won’t have the courage to say it ever again! You wouldn’t have these reservations and you know it!” Deuce whines.

“Ok, but what if the prefect hears you first and immediately agrees to go out? Then I won’t be able to get a date! I want to go first!”

“Fine! I don’t want you to say it first and you don’t want me to say it first. I get it. Then let’s come to an agreement, who can get the prefect alone first gets to ask first, that way it’s fate that gets to decide. Do you accept?” Ace at that grumbles a bit but ultimately shakes Deuce's hand and seals the deal. Tomorrow the game begins

You wake up, dress up, and meet the guys outside. The routine goes on without a hitch, whatever they did to deal with their problem worked because you don’t hear them argue all day. Granted it seems like they don’t want to leave your side either, nearly asking if they can come to the bathroom with you, but a win is a win and you learned to take what you can get. The only moment of reprise you get for the day is when the duo as to leave in the afternoon to go to their respective clubs, well not exactly, they did ask you if you would come with them to hang out a bit more but with how tiring the day has been you decline and tell them that you were going to relax a bit around the campus and to text you once they’re done if they still want to spend time with you.

You were in the library trying to learn about fae history when you hear hurried footsteps coming towards you. Most likely Ace since he told you that he got out of basketball practice early and asked if he could talk to you.

When you finally see him he’s sweating profusely and has a stink clinging to him.

“Did you seriously come here directly without at least taking a shower? You smell so bad, dude!”

He doesn’t seem to care about your statement and simply straightens up and looks at you with a solemn expression. 

“Dear prefect, there is a very important thing that I must make you aware of!”

“Dude calm down, you’re being really weird right now.” While you study him, trying to ascertain his well-being, all he does is blush.

“IhaveacrushonyouandIwouldliketogooutwithyou!”

“...what?” And now he looks even more embarrassed, the poor guy can’t catch a break. He speaks clearly and slowly now, trying to make sure to use the right words.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You’re funny, strong, and proud. You’re a great person and an even better friend and I would be honored if you’d agree to go out on a date with me.”

He is looking right into your eyes, hoping to be able to discern your feelings after his confession.

“Oh, sure. That’d be nice” 

“What? That’s it? It’s that easy?”

“I mean, why shouldn’t it be? You like me, I like you, let’s go out. Simple really.”

“Sweet!” He smiles to himself and walks away, not saying another word. It’s only when he’s halfway to his room that what you just said sinks in.

“WAIT! THEY LIKE ME?!”

The botanical gardens have a charm to them, they are always a little warmer than the outside world, a little humid, and full of plants with colorful flowers and fun-shaped leaves. It’s a relaxing place to be in, no wonder Leona has a habit of sleeping here so often.

You were enjoying the beauty of a flower, one that resembles a chrysanthemum, tho not exactly.

Somebody clears their throat behind you and when you turn around you see Deuce standing a few feet away from you. He gives you a small smile and gestures for you to sit down on one of the benches with him. He takes your hands in his and looks briefly into your eyes just to then look back down at your intertwined hands.

“Listen, I have to tell you something and it’s very important”

“What did you do this time? I promise I won’t be mad,” He raises his head so fast with a panicked face.

“NO! You got it all wrong! I’m not in trouble! I’m in love with you! … I wasn’t supposed to say it like that…”

“Oh, well how were you supposed to say it then?” You tilt your head lightly trying to not make him more sad than he already is.

“I had this whole speech prepared. I wanted to say all these nice things…” And how can you not feel something pull at your heartstrings just by looking into those puppy dog eyes?

“Well, how about you tell me all about how much of an amazing person I am on our date? Saturday for lunch? At Mostro Lounge? Azul owes me a favor still so we might even be able to eat for free,” The look of pure unadulterated wonder in his eyes is enough to make you smile. Tho the scream he lets out does make you wince in pain a bit. Your ears are gonna need to be checked out.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

B-u-c-k-y? Bucky

Pairings: father!Bucky Barnes x child!reader, featuring Steve Rogers x child!reader and Tony Stark x child!reader (all platonic)

Imagine: The beginning of your relationship with your father and a glimpse at the progress

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of Hydra, mention of child mistreatment, mention of experiments, reader describes as tiny to clarify more that hydra treated them bad, mention of medical equipment such as syringes, not proofread, if you find anything else please tell me

A/N so don’t know where this came from but I haven’t been able to write something in months so I’m just happy to be able to write again hopefully, don’t know if I like it or not but here we go anyway enjoy

Kinda short, dunno about 2000 words or so

might make more parts to this

Sparks lit up the dark corridor as Bucky and Steve walked down the stairs to be met with red lights flashing above each door as the alarms blasted their annoyingly high pitched sound that made your ears ring afterwards. One look at each other, they gave a nod and split up as they took one side each of the corridor.

The first room Bucky opened was filled with cabinets made of plastic and in each was different kinds of test tubes with what looked like some kind of poisonous liquid. Syringes were spread out over the desks neatly. Bucky felt chills run down his spine as he saw the hospital bed (or more like a table with white a quilt?) in the middle of the room. Handcuffs made to restrain a person laid neatly on the bed. Blood covering the sides of the bed and his mind went back to 1945, when Arnim Zola experimented on him. Which had coincidentally also been at a hydra base. His gun raised as he searched the room for any kind of lifeforms, when he found none he went on to the next door.

This continued for at least five more doors, some of them being lab rooms and some what looked like prison cells fortified with extra protection, meaning whoever had once been inside couldn’t have fled on their own.

When he opened the sixth door, Bucky scanned the room and had it not been for the red lights flashing once in a while and the lamp that flickered out a dull light he would've missed the tiny child in the room. Knees pressed to their chest. Hospital gown clinging to their skin from blood and cold sweat. The room had cold chills and even for Bucky who tolerated the cold more than others he could feel the freezing temperature in the room. He lowered his gun and put on the softest expression he could muster during these circumstances. Bucky glanced out the door and yelled out with a soft voice (to not startle the child) once for Steve, Bucky’s gaze not soon after fell back to the quivering child, that was you, who stared at him with wide scared eyes.

Bucky took a careful step towards you as he kneeled down slightly to put his gun onto the floor. He gave you what was supposed to look like a kind smile but looked more like a grimace as he thought about what you must have been through. As soon as you saw Bucky coming closer he watched as dark blue smoke covered your tiny frame and not a second after you were gone. Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked around the room for you. His eyes fell on the coroner farthest away from him. You had covered your ears with your hands and your eyes were shut. Your body was tense and knees still pressed to your chest as you quivered further into the corner. Bucky stayed in place not knowing entirely what to do. At that moment he saw Steve walk through the door sparing a glance towards you before back at Bucky his shield raised as they both heard people run their way. With a sigh from Bucky they both left you for the time being as Hydra soldiers started to fill the end of the corridor.

As soon as you heard the sound of shots (your hands not able to muffle out the sounds that came right outside of the room you resided in) die down you opened your eyes. You watched with curious eyes as Bucky (not that you knew his name) walked into the room once more. Like before he put his gun down and gave you a kind smile, this time his hand slowly reached out for you. He watched as you pressed yourself girder into the corner as you stared at his hand.

“hey, hey, okay, it’s okay” Bucky raised both his hands into the air to show he meant no harm as he cautiously took another step closer. “I won’t hurt you” Steve watched from the door opening as Bucky interacted with you. His gaze shifted to the metal objects (or what looked like toys for children) in the room that had started to slightly hover over the ground, including Bucky’s gun.

Bucky’s eyes glanced towards the hovering objects and was a tiny bit glad that you hadn’t done anything to his left arm. “What's your name?” he let out a sigh as you didn't answer knowing you probably wouldn't answer anything he asked you, hell he didn’t even know if you could understand him. His head tilted slightly as he took slow steps forward until he knelt in front of you. The metal objects (except his arm) are rising higher into the air.

“are you alright, you hurt?” He said clearly as he watched you start to pick at the side of your arm where blood was running down onto your hospital gown. He watched as you picked at multiple wounds, some of them he could clearly see were from syringes and his eyes saddened. Both Bucky and Steve watched as you pressed yourself deeper into the corner, as you tried to hide the many bruises that littered your body.

“can I-we help you, can you let us help you out of here?” Bucky gestured with his hand to him and Steve as he said the word us. Once more he didn’t get a verbal answer but instead he got you to move out of the corner slightly. Bucky held his hand out to you once more and watched as you carefully placed your tiny hand in his much bigger one. He couldn’t help but to give a soft smile once more towards you.

"Can you walk?” And yet again there was no answer. Bucky looked at you with an uncertain expression as you stood up. Your body swaying from side to side. He carefully and slowly to make sure you could stop him if you wanted to, took you into his arms. Making sure you wouldn’t fall he stood up straight and started to walk towards Steve who smiled slightly at Bucky as he watched you shut your eyes and bury your head into his chest. The metal objects all crashed to the ground with a loud clatter of noise in various directions.

This had all been four months ago and Bucky had finally started to get you to trust him enough for you to let him teach you how to talk, write and read. By now you also trusted the rest of the avengers enough so that you wouldn’t try to hide from all of them except Steve (excluding Bucky). Tony would most days let you sit beside him as he made new iron man suits and at some time along the way he’d let you help him by using your powers to bend a metal the way he wanted it to be. This would in the end result in you running up to Bucky proud of your accomplishments and for Bucky to ruffle your hair and tell you how proud he was. These interactions with Tony also led to you having more control over your powers at least one of them. You still tended to teleport yourself unintentionally to the other side of the room if you were scared.

Today it just so happened that Bucky held another lesson with you to help you speak. So far you were able to say yes and no and some other basic things such as “hungry” and “tired”. However even though you were starting to learn you still most of the time stuck to being nonverbal and only shook your head yes or no or shrugged your shoulders when you didn’t know.

At this moment Bucky had tried to teach you to say his name and so far your tries had been good but as he knew you were a slow learner which he realized the first time he started to teach you, he knew you wouldn't be getting his name right in a while. For Bucky however this was just a minor setback as he felt he had to teach you everything after all as it so happened he was your father.

As soon as you had gotten to the Avengers base they tried to find out if you had any family that had filed a missing child’s report and to know what your name was as you refused to speak (them not knowing you didn’t know how to). Bucky had to promise you that he would be there for every test they did to you to make sure you were as healthy as you could be at that moment for you to let them be near you with any medical devices. As it turned out Hydra had somehow created you from Bucky’s DNA meaning he was listed as the father in the old Htdra records they found at the Hydra base they had attacked. They had also found out that you were around 8-9 years old. There wasn’t a specific date listed anywhere on when your birthday was, only what year you were born. This had shocked all of the heroes as they by the way you looked were way younger. All the more information they gained only made Bucky feel more guilty. Even if he didn’t know about your existence he still felt guilty over the things you had suffered with Hydra. The fact that you looked so much younger made him feel more guilty as it showed how poorly they had taken care of you. If he just looked at you he would assume you were around 5-6 years old and maybe your powers helped your appearance look younger but it still made him feel guilty.

Bucky had to shake himself out of his thoughts as he watched and heard you try to pronounce his name correctly.

“B-b-a-b-a-ck-y” You fumbled over the words as you hugged the Iron Man plushie Tony had given you a few days prior after he saw you holding a Captain America plushie. Ever since you hadn’t let go of the new plushie, much to Bucky’s demise and Tony’s ego.

Your father couldn’t help but to smile at you, it had been a long time since he smiled as much as when you came into his life and he hoped that maybe you could heal the part in himself that he found to be broken.

“not A” he pointed to the letter a in the book you held in front of you “sweetheart, it’s b-u-cky” Bucky pointed at each letter as he said them. He had originally wanted to teach you to call him dad first but as you had no idea what that word meant yet and only ever heard people call him bucky that's what he went with to for now to not make you confused.

“ba-cku?

Bucky chuckled slightly and remade his actions as before. He pointed to each letter as he said them. “b-u-c-k-y, bucky”

“B-u-c-k-y?”

“That's right sweetie, B-u-c-k-y” Steve spoke from beside you as he took the other seat next to you as he brought you a plate with different types of sliced fruit as they were still trying to see what you liked to eat.

You took fruit from the plate and tasted it. Munching on it you smiled slightly up at Bucky. “Bu-cky, Bucky? Bucky”

Both super soldiers let out encouraging smiles as you repeated Bucky’s name as if it was a chant. Bucky’s smile held more pride than the others who had heard you as he ruffled your hair. He smiled more brightly as he watched you stand up and ruffle his own hair mimicking his actions. With that he let out a small laugh and kissed the top of your head as you sat down once more, ready for Bucky to teach you other words.

#Bucky Barnes x child!reader #bucky Barnes x reader #bucky Barnes x teen!reader #x reader #mcu x child!reader #marvel x child!reader #x child!reader #Steve Rogers x child!reader #Bucky Barnes x child reader #tony stark x child reader #marvel x reader #marvel x platonic reader #Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

[clareguilty]

Ghost/f!reader - Possessiveness, Edging

Second kinktober prompt! If anyone is interested in commissioning another Ghost or MWII prompt pls let me know <3

Ghost/f!reader | Possessiveness, Edging, Uniform, Size Kink Rating: Explicit | No warnings Word Count: ~2000

You should have woken up at the sound of the door.

The fact that you don’t even stir until the padding of the too-small bunk is sinking under sizable new weight means that you’re in way worse shape than you originally thought.

Still, the only person who would be trying to squeeze into your bunk in the dead of night is pretty low on your list of threats to watch for.

“L’t’nant?” You mumble, scooching closer to the wall so he’ll have more room. Not that it would make a difference. The bed is barely big enough for you. Ghost would hang off the edge at every end even if he had the whole bunk to himself. “What’re ya doin’?”

“Heard they had to pull you out of a hole earlier,” he manages to settle in behind you — not comfortable, but at least close. “Came to see how my girl was doing.” His voice is low, more of a rumble than anything else. You can feel the rough material of his vest against your back, and you want to grumble at him for not even dressing down before coming to bother you, but it’s nice to feel his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Bad,” you groan. “Medical has me off the field for a few weeks at least.”

Ghost makes an inquisitive sound low in his throat. You aren’t sure what he’s asking, so you just ignore it, choosing instead to bask in the comfort of having him here with you. It’s dark and quiet in your room, and even being cramped on the smallest bunk the SAS could offer is nice compared to the shitshow you just crawled out of.

He shifts slightly, trying to keep from falling off the damn mattress, and his fucking gear pokes you in the side.

“Could you take that shit off?” You want to jab him with your elbow, but you can’t. You settle for kicking at his shin with your heel.

“Can’t,” he sounds apologetic. “I’m heading back out as soon as they get a bird ready.” He has nothing to be sorry for. This is the way it’s always been. The two of you catch each other for hours at a time — passing moments — in between missions.

“How long do we have?” Your voice sounds small and you hate it. Now is definitely not the time to be weak. 

“Hour? Maybe two?” He runs a gloved hand over your side. “You should sleep.” He starts to move, to pull away, and you can’t have that. You can’t even reach for him.

“Wait,” you kick him again before he can stand. “Stay. I’ve got plenty of time to catch up on sleep after you leave.”

Ghost doesn’t say anything, but you watch his silhouette step away from the bunk. Before you can even try and protest again, the fucker has flicked the lights on.

“What the fuck?!” You curse, shielding your eyes with your good arm as you jolt upright.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” Ghost is kneeling by the bed before you can blink, inspecting the sling on your arm and the concerning amount of tape and bandages beneath it.

“Just a strain,” you would shrug, but you can’t actually move your shoulder. “Some fucker wrenched it out of place, and then a beam fell on it when the building came down.”

He’s still got his mask on, but you can see the tension in his jaw. “Someone touched you?” He growls. His hands are hovering over the sling. Too scared to hurt you.

“Graves’ men.” You reach out with your good arm and lace your fingers between his. His gloves make his hands bigger than they already are, but you make it work. “They got some kind of code or something and turned on us. We couldn’t send a signal out. I was trying to fight my way out when someone had the brilliant idea to blow up the entire base.”

“Please tell me you killed the fucker.”

“With his own fucking gun,” you spit. Piece of shit.

“That’s my girl.” Ghost brushes a hand over your hair. He trained you to be able to take care of yourself. The touch is sweet, but then you realize how closely he’s watching you. The way his eyes flit across your body, calculating.

“I’m fine,” you promise. “Just the arm. Nothing else. It’s not even that bad.” You pull up your sleeve to show him.

That turns out to be a mistake.

There’s a dark purple palm print, bluish at the edges. It wraps around your arm in the exact place that the American soldier had grabbed you earlier. You didn’t even notice the bruise before. It was all the same throbbing pain.

Ghost is gentle, surprisingly so, as he lifts you off the cot with strong hands beneath your hips and lays you on your back, splayed across the bedroll. “Absolutely not,” he hisses. “No one gets to mark you but me.”

There is the screech of metal on concrete as he yanks the cot away from the wall, giving him more room.

He can’t get your shirt off without destroying all of the medics’ hard work, but he yanks your pants around your ankles and tugs them off before tossing them aside.

Honestly, you like this turn of events. There will be plenty of time to sleep after Ghost has shipped off to wherever he’s going. You’re going to be grounded and on bedrest for at least a few days, the least you could do is kick it off with a bang.

“Fuck yes,” you hiss, shifting your hips to get more comfortable on the bedroll. 

He runs his hands over your thighs, and you wish he would take his damn gloves off so you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

Instead, he takes his time. Seeking out the tension in your muscles and kneading in with his thumbs. It feels heavenly, but it’s not what you want right now.

“Ghost,” you warn, “hurry the fuck up.”

He responds by pinching your ass, and it’s so cheeky and childish that you can’t help but giggle. “Don’t rush me, Dove,” he orders. There’s so much command in his voice that you have no choice but to obey, and he knows it. He trained you, after all.

He does finally remove his gloves, and you all but melt at the heat of his hands. His thick fingers drag through the wetness between your legs, and you arch your back, hissing in pleasure when he drags his thumb over your clit.

Usually it’s so quick and rough between you, those heated collisions after a firefight or the rushed scuffles in the dark. This is more time and quiet than you’ve had with Ghost in weeks. He knows it too, because he refuses to give you exactly what you want.

“Please,” you gasp, reaching for his wrist with your good arm to try and direct his fingers where you want them.

He catches your hand, pinning it to the cot and leaning in to growl in your ear. “You’re going to be patient.”

You want to tell him that patience isn’t on the table when he has to ship out in less than two hours, and that he better make you come before then, but you know better than to talk back to your lieutenant.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to speak, because he chooses that moment to increase the pace of his fingers against your clit until you’re hurtling toward that peak. All you can do is gasp and moan as he brings you off.

Except the bastard doesn’t. He pulls away at the last possible second, pinning you in place with his hands on your hips so you can’t even move as the overwhelming pleasure disappears in an instant.

“Ghost!” You cry out. “Fuck! You piece of shit!”

The fucker just has the audacity to laugh. You want to punch him straight in his stupid mask, but your good arm is currently in a sling.

“Patience, Dove,” he warns you again.

By now, the aching pleasure has receded back to a humming need, and Ghost slips his fingers back between your legs. You nearly kick him when he presses two slick fingers inside you and curls them, the stretch and shock of pleasure overwhelming after his previous torture.

“Yes,” you breathe.

It’s slower this time. He doesn’t rush as he works you over. He drags his rough, thick fingers over that same spot again and again until you’re shaking and whimpering before increasing his pace and pressing his thumb against your clit.

You’re so close, and it’s so much stronger this time. Every muscle in your body is tensing, and you don’t even mind the pain from our injuries when every other sensation feels so good. You can’t even keep your eyes open.

And then it stops. Again.

You actually do kick him this time. At least you try to. He catches your foot before it can connect with his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You demand.

He leans over you, cupping your jaw with his clean hand.

“We’re going to do this one more time. And you’re going to behave. If you can do that, I’ll let you come on my cock. Understood?”

You lay there panting, staring up into his mask and the burning intensity in his eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

This time, you don’t fight. He doesn’t waste your time like he did before, bringing you right to the edge and holding you there, fucking you on his fingers as you bite your lips and dig your fingers into the bedroll.

And when he pulls away just before you can tip over into an absolutely mindblowing orgasm, you hold yourself back from trying to wrestle him to the ground with his own knife.

He wrestles with the fasten of his trousers, freeing his cock before settling between your legs on the bunk. “You’ll stop me if it hurts?”

You dig your knee into his side. “Just fuck me already.” You don’t care if it fucking hurts. You just want to actually get off.

He’s still gentle as he lifts your hips and lines up his cock, sinking in to the hilt in one blinding motion.

At least he’s done dicking around at this point, because he actually fucks you like he means it. And he doesn’t knock your hand away when you reach between your bodies to rub your clit.

“You wanna come?” He asks, and you feel your blood burn white hot at the question. “Gonna come on my cock?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer automatically.

And then it crashes over you, all of that built up pleasure. Every single touch. You’re absolutely sure you’re going to need to go back to the medics because you definitely just fucked your shoulder back up again. But it’s so worth it when Ghost is making you feel this good. You almost regret trying to kick him. Almost.

“That’s right,” he says, thumb tracing over your spit-slick lips. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You, sir,” you pant, chest heaving and heart thudding as you come down from the blinding rush of sensation.

“And can you give me one more?” He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he’s fucking into you again harder than before. You know he’s going to make you come again.

You don’t stand a chance, already clenching around his cock as he forces another orgasm out of you.

It’s only when you’re limp and absolutely fucked out beneath him that he lets himself come. You want to be angry about the mess, but you’ll clean it later.

Ghost doesn’t bother trying to get your pants back on. Just half assedly wipes up the mess between your legs before climbing back onto the tiny cot and curling around you. You don’t even mind the roughness of his vest and the way all his gear jabs and pokes you.

“How much longer ‘til you leave?” You ask.

“Not long.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then: “I’ll wake you before I go- if you want to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when you’re gone.” You grab his hand that’s draped over your waist. He hasn’t put his gloves back on yet, and you trace all of the scars and marks on the rough skin.

#ghost/reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #kinktober 2023 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mwii #ghost mw2 #simon riley/reader

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Imagines Edition: Little Bird

totaalllyyy not projecting a little bit here! (this is a lie. i cried for two hours straight over this song.)

here’s a little wedding planning fic! happy ending! i promise!

warnings: crying, mentions of a rough childhood, particularly absent fathers

word count: ~1.8k

22-23 Season/Summer Series Masterlist

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The last thing you wanted while starting to plan your wedding was to have a mental breakdown in front of everyone.

And by everyone, you mean everyone. Trevor, Jack, Quinn, Luke, Cole, Alex, and your essentially adoptive parents Ellen and Jim.

You had your music on shuffle as you started looking at color schemes and flower arrangements. It was great at first— the speaker played Taylor, early 2000s pop music, Morgan Wallen and other country songs, 5SOS, and even some One Direction.

And then Little Bird by The Jonas Brothers came on.

You barely noticed it at first, treating it more like background music. Until the chorus. And the second verse. And the rest of the song.

'Cause I know if I'm doin' my job correct

Nights like these will happen less

So please just keep me in your heart

When you fly into somebody else's arms, little bird

Yeah, yeah

Walked down the aisle, breakin' my heart

Lay down my pride, I know I gotta let you go

'Cause he's gonna love you when I gotta leave you

Gotta believe it when the Lord takes me home

You got a little emotional at the chorus and decided to push past it. It was just a song. But when Joe started singing about a father walking his daughter down the aisle, you lost it.

Trevor was quick to jump out of his seat and wrap his arms around you. He was standing while you were still sitting, cradling your head into his chest and rubbing your back.

“Turn it off,” Trevor said softly, but urgently, to Jack.

Jack ushered to the speaker and unplugged it, ceasing the music in the middle of the next chorus. Trevor and Quinn shared a panicked look. Everyone was dead silent and still, no one knew what to do. The lyrics that got to you were wedding and father related. The whole song is about a father’s love for his daughter, something that your biological father didn’t have for you.

“I won’t be offended if you need Quinn, sweet girl,” Trevor whispered to you. “Just nod your head if it’s him you need.”

“B-both,” you choked out.

That took your fiancé off guard. He wasn’t sure if there was ever a moment where you needed both of the two most important people to you during a breakdown.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Quinn said.

Trevor slowly released his hold and held out both of his hands for you to take. He pulled you up and threw one arm around your shoulder and used his other to place a comforting hand on your upper arm.

You bit back your sobs as you left the kitchen to go upstairs into your and Trevor’s room in the lake house. The second the door closed behind you, you threw yourself into Quinn’s arms, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Quinn wrapped you up tight, and Trevor sat down close to you and Quinn and returned to rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“It’s alright, Sissy,” Quinn cooed. “We got you. You’re safe. Let it all out.”

You violently sobbed into your best friend’s chest. Your entire body was shaking; there was no way that the rest of your loved ones downstairs couldn’t hear you.

“Why didn’t he want me?!” you shouted through your cries. Then, softer, “Why didn’t he love me?”

“He didn’t deserve you,” Quinn answered low.

“He still doesn’t deserve you,” Trevor elaborated on Quinn’s words.

You continued to bawl. You sobbed so hard that your head was starting to pound. You sobbed so loud that your throat was burning. The boys stayed mostly quiet, only occasionally offering assuring whispers of “it’s alright,” and “let it out” variations.

Your sobs, over half an hour later, eventually died down into a silent cry with only sniffles as a tell.

“He doesn’t deserve me,” you said weakly.

“That’s right, Quinn agreed. “You decide who deserves you. And I think five year old you made the decision that your biological parents don’t the first time they forgot to pick you up from our house.”

“I always liked it better there.”

Quinn kisses the top of your head, “We liked it better when you were there. We worried when you weren’t.”

At some point during your breakdown, you had laid down in Quinn’s lap. You slowly sat up and turned slightly to dive into Trevor’s chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he pulled your legs over so that you were sitting between his legs, turning you towards Quinn so that you could see him and he could still place his hand on you. Trevor put his arms around you and started to stroke your hair while his cheek rested on top of your head.

“You deserve me,” Trevor whispered. “You deserve everything and I plan to give it to you.”

“You already have,” you told him, hugging him tighter.

“Then I’ll give you everything and more. And I’ll tell you every day that you deserve me. And Quinn. And Jack. And Luke, Cole, Alex, Jamie, Ellen, Jim, all our teammates, and every single hockey player that you’ve deemed your son.”

Trevor’s words brought more cries from you, but in a good way this time. Quinn lifted your legs and scooted closer to Trevor so that he could lay your legs across his lap. You kept one arm tightly around Trevor, but you held your other hand out for Quinn to hold.

Quinn grabbed it and squeezed it gently, “I’ve never met anyone more loved than you.”

“You’d probably explode with any more love,” Trevor quipped. He smiled when he got a small chuckle out of you. He always knew when it was okay to lightly joke to help get you feeling better. You love that about him.

“Quinn?”

“Yeah, Sissy?”

“I know I originally asked you to walk me down the aisle, but would you be offended if I asked Jim to?”

Quinn broke out into a smile at your question.

“Not at all. I think it’s a great idea,” he answered.

“How about you officiate us?” Trevor suggested. “And I’ll finally cave and let Y/N have Cole as her Man of Honor instead.”

“I’d be honored,” Quinn said.

You didn’t say it out loud yet, but something about Trevor asking Quinn’s permission to ask you out on a date and then asking him to marry you two brought you immense joy. It felt like your story together was coming full circle. It was perfect.

You held on to Trevor’s hand as the three of you made your way back downstairs. Everyone’s eyes were immediately directed towards you, all of them filled with either worry or sympathy.

Jack got up off the couch and walked over to you, “Want a hug? Or do you want Trevor?”

You gave your brother a soft smile and wrapped your arm that wasn’t attached to Trevor around his waist. Jack’s arms slid around your shoulders as he held you in a firm hug.

“How do you want to ask this?” Trevor asked you.

“Ask what?” Cole asked. “Are you eloping? Are you asking for permission to elope?”

“No, dumbass,” you laughed lightly. “We do have something to ask of you, though. You and um… Dad.”

The room stilled. It had been addressed multiple times that Quinn was walking you down the aisle.

Cole and Jim moved so that they were sitting next to each other on the couch; you and Trevor took a seat on the ottoman.

You turned your attention to Jim, “I’ve already talked to Quinn, and he’s not offended or anything. But Trevor and I— well, I guess mainly me, decided to ask if you’d like to walk me down the aisle instead? You’ve been a dad to me for almost all my life. Not just a father, but a dad, too. And I’d—“

You started to get choked up. Everyone now knew what you were going to ask, but it was clear that you wanted to get it out. Trevor rubbed your back for some encouragement and to help calm you.

“I’d like you to walk me down the aisle,” you said.

Ellen was crying, and Jim had the happiest face on him that you’ve ever seen.

He took your hands in his as his eyes started to water a bit as well, “I’d like nothing more.”

You got up and hugged him, really hugged him. Quinn means so much to you, but you weren’t really sure why you didn’t go with the most obvious and important father figure in your life in the beginning of planning. Hell, you’ve been calling him “dad” since you were in middle school and really started to understand things about life.

You wiped some tears as you pulled away and forced out a fake laugh to shake off some of the intense emotions you were still feeling. You sat back down and faced Cole this time to ask him your next question.

“I know Trevor and I originally asked you to marry us, but since Quinn isn’t walking me anymore, Trevor had the idea of him marrying us instead. He asked Quinn’s permission to date me in the first place, which obviously later turned into us being boyfriend and girlfriend, so I thought it was a perfect idea that he’d be the one making us husband and wife.

“I was originally going to ask Taryn, but I haven’t yet so she doesn’t even have to know. So, Cole?”

“Yes?” he smiled. He knew what was coming.

“Would you be my Man of Honor?”

Cole dived towards you and tackled you into a hug, “I would be HONORED to be your Man of Honor, best friend number two!”

You let out a real laugh as Cole snuggled himself against you even harder to where his face was practically making a permanent indent in the ottoman cushion.

“Alright! Tell me how you really feel,” you teased.

“Nothing else has changed, right?” Jack asked. “I’m still one of Trevor’s best men?”

“Yeah, bud,” Trevor assured him. “I’ve got my groom party set in stone.”

You were really happy with your decision. Yeah, sometimes your past comes back to you with a vengeance, but you just have to take a step back and remember all the good that the bad brought.

Your fucked up family brought you a real family.

A family that every one of your school classmates thought you were apart of anyways.

A family that showed you what a family should be.

A family that showed you what love was.

A family that still shows you what love is.

A family that brought you the love of your life.

A family that brought you the best people in your life.

A family that brought you back to life.

It wasn’t that day, but eventually you were able to listen to Little Bird with a smile. You sing along to it with so much heart and emotion every time; all because of Jim Hughes.

All because of your real dad.

You’ve been a Hughes for seventeen years. And soon, you’ll be Mrs. Zegras-Hughes to finally, legally, solidify that.

You can’t wait.

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[goldsainz]

INTERESTING… — one shot.

pairing: harry styles x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: emotions get in the way of award presenting.

warnings: kinda angsty?

NOTE: i just love petty 2000s drama… like the christina/eminent beef was great. obviously didn’t want this to be a copy paste, so i changed up the situations bit. hope you enjoy!!! (btw this is the edit that inspired me)

[ word count: 1,1k+ ]

You were usually pretty calm when it came to award shows, especially when presenting them. There was no pressure, no disappointments, and most of the time you got to meet a celebrity you wouldn't usually approach or give one to a friend.

You were now backstage, waiting for your name to be called on stage to present “Song Of The Year” for the BRIT Awards. Which felt like a full circle kind of moment since last year you had received the award, and now had the honour to give it to someone else. But there was one factor that made you slightly nervous; your ex boyfriend is a nominee.

Now, the chances of him winning were one in nine, but As It Was had already won a Grammy for the same category, so really, the odds were not in your favour. You wanted to believe the people at the BRITs wouldn't do that to you, or even your own manager, but luck didn't tend to bend to your will,

When you were finally called on stage, you grabbed the envelope containing who the winner was, and resisted the temptation to peek at it. You lightly grabbed the long fabric of your dress, not wanting to trip because of it, and made your way to the podium.

“Hello, BRITs!” You smiled at the audience, the microphone away from your face so that your laugh wasn’t audible, “Last year I was up here, not giving away, but receiving this award. It was a very happy moment for me, and I hope that it is too for whoever wins this award. This is Song Of The Year, here are the nominees!”

You turned your head to the big screen, as each nominee was displayed you couldn't help but silently hope in your head that Harry didn’t win. Not because he didn't deserve it, no, in fact he was probably the most worthy of the award. But because you couldn't bear that being your first interaction after months of no contact. 

“And the BRIT award for Song Of The Year goes to…” You carefully held the mic so you could open the envelope. 

The moment you saw who had won, a frown appeared on your brows, “Haha… Interesting…” Was what you had muttered under your breath, cursing in your head when you realised it had been picked up by the microphone. 

You plastered the world’s most fakest smile, and through gritted teeth, shouted out the winner, “As It was, Harry Styles!”

You didn't even clap when you placed down the mic on the podium, leaving it for Harry to pick up and use. You held the envelope in front of your body, hands clasped on the award, as you waited for Harry to get on stage. You couldn't actually leave until after he received his award, but you wanted to put the most amount of distance between you.

Your grip tightened just a little bit more when you saw Harry walking up the stairs to the stage, your knuckles started to turn white, but you paid no mind to them. Seeing him so close, after so much time, stung more than it should have.

Your eyes connected, and it suddenly felt like a contest on who would look away first. You made no move to step forward, letting him come to you. When he finally reached you, you gave him his award like it had the plague on it. You knew it was petty, you knew you would get a scolding for acting this way, and you didn't give a shit. 

For a second, you thought he was going for a kiss on the cheek. In fact, you would bet the thought had crossed his mind. But, as if reminding himself of who was standing before him, he didn't. You were thankful he did not because you didn't know how you would have reacted if he had. 

“Hello! Um, this album and this song…” He had started his speech, but you tuned him out. You just wanted to get the hell out of there, ready for the mouthful you were about to give both your manager and whoever decided it was a great idea to have you present the award.

When he finally finished his speech, you almost bolted away from the stage. You sucked in harsh breaths, the cool facade you had tried maintaining, quickly dropped the moment you were backstage. You swore that his eyes drifted to you when he finished speaking, but your face was on some still spot where you could drift away. 

You took your earpiece out with a little too much force, almost taking out your earring in the process too. You were ready to curse out someone when you heard your name being called out, by the one person you didn’t want to hear it from.

Your steps didn’t falter, ignoring the staff's stares, you made your way towards your team. You suddenly came to an abrupt stop when your arm was grabbed by Harry, who spun you around.

“Come on, Y/N, look at me.” You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his tone, his voice was so soft and sweet it almost made you want to hug him.

You lifted your eyes from the floor to him, immediately noticing the little smile on his lips. You mentally cursed yourself for even looking at his lips. 

“What, Harry?” You bit out, watching his smile falter at the abrasiveness in your words.

“I… It was nice seeing you again.” He carefully said, as if weary of how you would react.

“Oh, was it?”

“I would’ve liked seeing you in another context, but, yes, it was.” 

You stood in front of him silently for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer. All that came were things you definitely couldn't say, and others that were too polite.

“Wish I could say the same.” Harry’s wince at your response was anything but satisfying, it only made the pit at the bottom of your stomach grow. You gulped down the knot in your throat and stepped out of his grip, watching as his hand awkwardly fell by his side.

“Look could we maybe—” His words were cut off by your hand in the air, shaking your head at him.

“Congrats on your award, Harry.” The moment you said those words you turned around and walked away. It was easier to ignore the problem than to face it, especially at an award show. Even when you felt his piercing gaze on your back, your feet continued moving along. It was easier said than done, but you hoped you didn't cross paths with Harry anytime soon. 

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[itsbubbleteataro]

Like we're gonna die young

Warnings; drink and alcohol abuse (getting clean) angel dust being angel dust, the Vs

Parings; Alastor x fem reader

Part one of ?

(I blasted so much early 2000s/2010s pop with a sprinkling of punk, playlist here

You didn't think you were a big deal. You were just some pop star from the early 2000s who ended up in hell. You just liked to keep the party going. When you showed up in hell you found yourself with animalistic features.

Your already wild multi-colored hair be wilder and longer. Your legs now looked something akin to a wolf's. You have two large wold ears. Shrugging you did the only thing you knew how, party. You walked into the nearest club, got too drunk and broke out into a Kesha song. Next thing you know, your a social media hit.

It's been a few years since you came to hell and became an overnight hit. You went to the same bar, acting as some kind of unpaid performer if you were on enough drugs or drunk enough.

You were in a booth, sipping on something someone handed you a while ago, scratching your arm. You were withdrawing, trying to go clean on your own. You knew that you couldn't do alcohol on your own, you would need to get medical help for that one, but drugs? You figured you could do it.

You were three days, you found that scratching your arm seemed to work for now, but it wouldn't quench the hunger that was there. It's been two days and you already wanted to relapse.

You were irritated, only made worse by a new presence at the club, the Vs. All three of them, sitting in the vip section. You gulped as you watched them all take a seat, and the owner of the club, Rina walked over.

Rina had animalistic traits just like you did, only instead of wolf like, she's more fox like. Rina has skin that's more akin to fur, cunning jade colored eyes and long well kept black hair. Rina looked at you with sympathy. She's the only one who knew you were at least trying to get clean.

"(Y/n) I hate to ask, but do you think you could preform tonight? I know you don't work here but the Vs are hear and I'm panicking!"

You nodded agreeing and standing up. You quickly swallowed the rest of your drink while Rina looked at you thankful. The two of you were close, friends. Yet you refused to work under her. You were thinking leaving your empty glass on the bar as you leaned against it.

You snapped your clawed fingers as you knew what song you wanted to do, your fluffy tail waving back and forth to the sound of the music that was already playing.

Before you could even start a second familiar face walked up to you. You recognized her. Cassidy had short black hair cut in a bob. Her eyes inky pools of black with white. She dressed as if she fit into the club crowd, but you knew her better and knew she would much rather wear something else. She snaked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close,

"(Y/n) I need a favor~ I promise I'll get you whatever ya want if you do it"

Cassidy asked quite straight forward. You nodded your head so she continued,

"Get Vox to talk about himself for me, I've got a hunch he's been up to something"

"Cassie, you know he already does that-"

"Yeah yeah I know but I hear he's been doing a little cheating~"

You raised an eyebrow. Now this was interesting. You always thought Vox and Valentino were an item, apparently they weren't exclusive if they were. You had no idea Vox had even gotten himself into a relationship, let alone knew anyone who would openly date him. You felt bad for whoever he was with, that is if what Cassidy was saying was true.

"Ya got proof?"

You know Cassidy usually doesn't talk to you about things like this unless she has proof. Both you and Rina gasped as the picture Cassie held up with a smirk.

Sure enough it was Vox with a man, making out in a back alley. You smirked, having just the song to push his buttons the way Cassie wanted you too.

As the three of you conversed on a little plan, Angel Dust, Husk, Cheri bomb, Nifty and Sir Pentious walked in the club. Charlie and Vaggie were in Heaven for a meeting about the extermination and Alastor was out for an overlord meeting. Charlie had asked Cheri bomb to take them all out on an outing while the three were away and they ended up at the very same club you were.

The bunch took their seats, Angel Dust making sure to keep an eye on Nifty and making sure she wasn't drinking too much, ending up placing her in Husk's care as she played with his feline like ears.

The music in the club was quickly replaced by yours. (Link here to song) people started cheering as they realized they you were finally singing for the night.

Your foot thumped against the ground as the song started, tail wagging with excitement. As you opened your mouth to sing you cringed, you sounded tipsy. Shaking the thought from your head, the show went on.

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb realized right away who you were from the start of your performance.

"Holy shite it's (y/n) she's here tonight? Fuck yeah!"

Cheered Cherri Bomb as the group now watched you. While everyone but Nifty, she was busy playing with Husk's wings. Husk raised an eyebrow as Angel Dust pulled out his phone to record the performance.

Meanwhile Rina had taken the picture from Cassie and use her abilities to shift her appearance. Her usual fox like features turned to a more hellborn like one, choosing to look like an imp from lust as that would fit in more. She took the picture from Cassie and set off behind you.

You sang and made your way over to the Vs. you smirked, wanting to get under their skin, but not enough to the point where they would kill you.

As you placed your finger under what you would consider to be Vox's chin, the firm flat metallic edge of his flat screen tv face, Rina walked up, setting down the picture Cassie took.

You take your leave, hips swaying as Angel Dust watches closely, eyebrow lifted. Rina leans over the table and slides the picture to Vox and also takes her leave.

Angel dust focuses his camera on Vox, whose screen glitches for a moment as Val raises an eyebrow before moving it to Rina who shape shifts back into her regular form, before locating your form once more.

You're dancing on the bar, shaking your hips, hands in your hair, enjoying the rush of the show. Angel stops his recording and turns to the group, motioning for them to head back.

The group makes its way to the hotel where Angel makes the mistake of leaving his phone open, with the video up and playing on the main table, having been called over by Charlie for something.

Alastor comes waltzing in after his Overlord meeting, looking over at the miniature picture box he so detested. He raised his staff, about to break it, when he watched your interaction with Vox. The way you looked at him with a slight smirk on your features followed by the picture being slid over almost made him feel something.

Was it admiration? Was it respect? He didn't really care to find out quite yet, all he knew is that he found you quite interesting. He paused the video as it zoomed in on you, smile wide on your face, clearly drunk, but enjoying yourself.

Yes he didn't quite enjoy seeing how drunk you were, but it still didn't change the fact that you had managed to get under Vox's skin with nothing more than what seemed just like a photograph.

He may not have knew how he was feeling but he did know

He just positively had to get his claws on that photograph

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@slytherin4ever @iheartpieck @luzzbuzz



#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n)

[ectonurites]

Now that we’re halfway through it what are your thoughts on Kon’s solo?

I've been enjoying it! I think it's been fun so far—I do think that letting Kon have a story where he's out on his own just doing a classic little adventure like this rather than... something super tethered to the greater DCU/its continuity messes is refreshing after the last few years he's had.

Like I definitely don't want him isolated from all his friends in space forever or anything like that, but I think him getting to do this on his own right now is cool. I think the thing Porter seems to be going for with Kon 'chasing after the glory days'/trying to find some shred of his old life to cling onto (even if it's just a space imitation of it) is definitely interesting and like... makes enough sense to me for him and where he's at after The Everything.

I just gave this 'how Kon has changed across the eras' post of mine from a while back (fall 2021, so written shortly after the whole Suicide Squad Match Ordeal™) a re-read and something I was talking about at the end was how after all the experiences he's had he has looped back around to embracing aspects of his old self (that he'd been pushing away for a long time because of 2000's-era Trauma And Angst) and I think this current book is definitely like, playing with that.

What I was talking about in that post ended mostly after YJ 2019 though—his state of mind at that point being more or less 'okay I'm back now let's goooooo!!!!!' before The Horrors of realizing he came back to a world that really had moved on without him for years really set in. Like, he knew about that by the end of YJ 2019, but I think he needed to sit on it for a bit and see it firsthand... also even though I know the book was a mess and not well received, I think we should still acknowledge Dark Crisis: Young Justice—where he got a firsthand taste of the olden 90's 'I hadn't died yet, I hadn't disappeared yet, I hadn't been replaced yet' days in Mickey's dream world. After experiencing that and getting some reality checks from the rest of the team, he knows he can't seriously just go back, you can't go back to the past like that... but...

The new understanding of himself he'd achieved just before/while stuck on Gemworld—where we saw he was making active choices about who he's gonna be based on what he wants rather than Clark-based expectations or anyone else's input, and where he was rolling with the changes and circumstances that had been thrown at him—has been thrown SERIOUSLY out of whack!

So rather than it being that 'he's returning to aspects of who he used to be while incorporating the experience and maturity he's gained along the way over the years' situation from YJ 2019, it's started warping into 'he's regressing back to the safety of being the Metropolis Kid/his 90's era self just out in space this time so TECHNICALLY it's DIFFERENT'. Which I think is an interesting approach! And him acting completely and totally in denial of that being what he's doing (even though it's clear he knows damn well it is) is also totally in line with classic Kon—thinking back to the Young Justice (1998) #7 camping trip LMAO.

But like, the thing is, Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #1 started with an editor's note clarifying it takes place before Action Comics #1051 which began the new family-focused era of the book... that Kon is very obviously present for.

So we already know he's gonna figure out that there is a place for him back on earth and that he doesn't need to completely regress and try to relive his past somewhere else, he can just be himself and carve out his own path at home and have a place within the family. We're not stuck guessing about what Kon's fate is gonna be after the fact—instead, this book gets to focus on this journey he's going through and we're along for the ride to see how he's gonna finally reach that conclusion! Which is fun!

Anyways, that was a lot of word dumping—Kon just gets me going man, you know he always does—but in conclusion: I'm enjoying the book overall, it has definitely kept me as a Kon fan engaged, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes!

+ as much as ideologically I am opposed to DC Round Robin, I'm definitely (at this point anyways) glad that this book got to exist.

#dc spoilers #tuesday spoilers

[littleroaes]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, tbz [ TEASER ]

FULL FIC

Y/n's stale love life gets a catalyst at the start of the autumn semester when two weeks earlier; her younger brother got egged on by his friend to post the box of secret love letters she has collected during 12 years. how does she handle the end of summer and five leaked love letters?

PAIRING ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) fem!reader x lee hyunjae, lee juyeon, ji changmin, kim sunwoo, eric sohn

GENRE, WARNINGS fluff, university!au, humor, to all the boys i loved before!au, 2000s and 2010s au, summer!au, sprinkle of angst, sporty people, nerdy people, parties, friends2lovers, childhood friends, bickering, slice of life, coming of age ( more info in full fic ! )

RELEASE DATE end of may

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT 10 - 17 k

TEASER WORD COUNT : about 500

this will be my fic for the @deoboyznet love letter collective event! ( idk if i should use the dbn tag since it’s just a teaser ) i've wanted to write a "to all the boys..." fic for so long and i'm finally doing it! if someone wants to be tagged for the full fic lmk!

like and reblog are highly encouraged!

THERE'S A THING YOU DO–OR SHE DOES AT LEAST–WHEN SOMETHING'S BEEN OCCUPYING YOUR MIND.

Dad told her once after an argument with a best friend to take a paper and a pen; then, let it out. Fold the paper, lay it in a box, and shelter under your bed. 

It’s inherently the same concept as a diary she suppose. Though, somewhat more effective. 

Nonetheless, from that first letter a series of what one can only describe as an uncontrolled teenage angst ensemble of love letters emerged over the course of twelve years.

...

There are five of them. 

The first one is Lee Jaehyun, a three year older popular student who she had a trivial crush on in middle school (together with everyone else). In all honesty she didn’t know much about him; just that he was cute looking. There’s a sort of emotional torment in recalling her one sided adoration while leaned out the school window to see him play football. Even his name haunts her still in uni as her roommate had a crush on the shining hockey player the entire two semesters.

In short, everyone liked Lee Jaehyun. 

Next is Eric Sohn, her childhood friend, the boy next door, her first love? He has many titles she realize. He lived in an impressive house north from hers, one that hosts many parties every time his parents take the trip to their summer resort. At some point, it felt like he knew every kid in town. Luckily for her; Y/n has never been the jealous type. Despite being each other’s ride or die since ten, Y/n has never confessed the secret ways she looked at him back in the sandbox.  

Third is Sunwoo–just Sunwoo; she never got his last name–from summer camp who she even (jokingly) got married to. Her first summer at thirteen, away from her parents, with kids her age. When recalling it all back, that summer feels as if taken right out of a movie, and she fell head first, three meters deep with the boy. Sunwoo always stood in the center (bad and good…mostly bad tbh). They got paired up for the kayak; it pissed rained and their coordination couldn’t take them ten meters. But she remembers every word he said as butterfly inducing nonetheless. After that, at night they snuck out of their cabin’s to watch the stars. And when that summer too ended, she swore her heart shattered into million pieces.

The fourth is Lee Juyeon, a boy she had never seen before until his cat got pregnant by her own. Scuba Steve (long story) had been gone for some days until another family came up to their door with him. For half a year, it felt like she saw Lee Juyeon everyday. He was just as enchanted by kittens as her (if not more) and they would visit each other just to cuddle with them. Her teenage heart used to rush with the mere presence of him and they together named all the kittens–until they were sold off. Then they eventually stopped seeing each other. Though he still lurks around as a poet’s ghost around campus (source: Eric). 

The last one, Ji Changmin, the son of her mother’s friend. He teached her calculus for a while in high school. To be fully transparent, she didn’t learn much from him that year because all she did was leaning on the kitchen table while adoring him until the rims of his glasses slipped. He always scolded her endearingly when she didn’t listen (which was the majority of the time). Ji Changmin always wore cute polos with neat pants–now when thinking about it, her mother might have approved if they got together. But it’s too late. He went to uni; and simply left her with a newfound thing for glasses (still wearing cute polos in uni). 

And that's all five. She sometimes wonders if it was a mere symptom of youth that resulted in those letters. Since uni–outside a campus crush or two-–that compelling yearning for someone has never come back to her. 

to be continued

© littleroaes, written and all

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[seireitonin]

Some Jane hcs?

🖤Yes :3 luv her 🖤 (will be going off Jane R, the canon one not Jane A. I love the lesbian representation Jane R is! :) Also some of these are gonna be canon)

Jane was a woman with a normal life

The two suburban parents, normal school life, normal love life

Just normal and happy

Her and Mary met in high school

Mary was a cheerleader and Jane being her best friend at the time watched and supported her

Jane didn’t realize she was a lesbian till she saw Mary with a boyfriend in high school and got extremely jealous and didn’t understand why

And Jane never liked a boy before but she knew she felt something for Mary

When Mary and her boyfriend broke up Jane and her cuddled as Jane comforted her and they shared their first kiss

They stayed together ever since then

Even though it was the 90s/ 2000s when they started dating most people accepted them

Jane’s parents included

They got married as soon as they were able to

Jane’s normal life continued with Mary until her parents were killed by an at the time 19 year old Jeff

Jane was absolutely devastated and wracked with grief

She stayed in bed not moving for months

Some days she just cried and screamed and nothing else

She also got paranoid

What if he tried to hurt Mary next?

How could Jane let that happen?

She couldn’t

So she did research on Jeff like crazy

It was really unhealthy

Also took self defense classes and made Mary take some too

But with all Jane read about this guy, she knew that still wouldn’t be enough

She wanted to avenge her parents, the police were useless in helping

She wanted to protect Mary, Jane can’t bare to loose the love of her life

So what’s the answer to those problems?

Take a risky government observed and produced experimental drug called Liquid Hate of course!

She went into the facility blank faced, telling them they could experiment on her

Inject her with as much as they needed

Make her stronger and she would do anything for them

She was willing to throw away her old life completely for revenge

Jane didn’t care. In her mind any chance she had at a “normal life” died with her parents

She would be too afraid, too full of grief and pain and paranoia to live a normal life and move on

So she would become a weapon to protect the one person that matters to her. Mary.

It’s all she could do

And that’s exactly what happened

Her transformation was slow and painful

Pre transition she had dark hazel eyes and really dark brown hair

Now she has all black eyes and lips, pale skin and black hair

When she was injected with it it’s like all her anger came out full force for 2 minutes and she lost all control of herself

She destroyed everything in the room, lashed out at the scientists, injuring a lot of them

They had to sedate her and strap her down

When she came to, she apologized and is more or less acts like her normal self

She looked in the mirror

Her old life was truly gone

They told Jane all about her new powers which include

Enhanced strength and speed, vocal mimicking, shape shifting, healing, regeneration and regeneration of limbs, drug and alcohol tolerance and almost infinite stamina (this is canon btw)

Jane was now an assassin for the CIA and FBIs Justice Department (also canon)

And she didn’t even tell Mary

Jane went home and Mary screamed until Jane calmed her down

“Mary, it’s me! I-“

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“What I had to do to keep you safe.”

“And that is?!”

Jane explained everything

“What…how…you…”

“I know it’s jarring okay? But it’s still…me. I understand if you can’t love me because I look like this. I understand if you want to go. But just know I truly did do this for you and for myself. I have to protect you and avenge my parents.”

“You are so impulsive and stupid! But you’re still as beautiful as ever. You know I’m never going anywhere.”

They shared a kiss in the kitchen

Jane was so lucky to have Mary

Jane takes out any criminal asked of her and ones not asked of her too

Rapists, serial killers, p3d0s, abusers

Anyone that society doesn’t need

But her ultimate goal is to kill the man that killed her parents

Jeff the killer

She won’t stop until that happens

Jane doesn’t kill or hurt innocent people

She wouldn’t dream of it

Why be like the man she hates?

Jane’s actually really nice despite everything

She can be very sarcastic and snarky too though but can you blame her?

She’s still violent towards criminals though

Like extremely violent

They remind her of Jeff and she calls it “practice” for when she finally gets her hands on him

His death will be slow and painful

Jane has a sister and other surviving family members that she hasn’t seen in a while (how could she even begin to explain her life now)

Jane is 38 years old

Born September 1st 1985

Jane is Wasian (white and Asian, Japanese specifically) but looks more Japanese

She kinda looks like a type of vengeful Japanese spirit called the Onryō and has come to like it

people think she is one sometimes

Especially when she makes weird ass noises to freak out her victims/ mess with them

Jane really relates to Onryō due to the stuff that happened in her life

Her mother would often tell her stories about the Onryō especially around Halloween

Jane finds it ironic that she kinda looks like one with her pale skin, tall stature and long black hair

Especially when she wears white since Onryō are often depicted in white burial kimonos

She especially feels like one when she comes out of the darkness, quietly and slowly as if she’s floating her black eyes looking at her victim through the dark

She specifically relates to some parts of the story of Lady Owia. A man ruining Jane’s life, “killing” her old self and the life she knew, making her a vengeful person and leaving her “disfigured” and looking like an Onryō

Sometimes she still gets upset and will scream and cry at night in the middle of nowhere, making her look and sound like a spirit in pain

Despite the fact she’s still alive she sometimes feels like she died with her parents

Maybe she is just an Onryō in a humans body

She can speak fluent Japanese thanks to her mom

Jane understands Kagekao fully

Both of them being gay Japanese people who have pale skin and are good fighters is really coincidental

Kagekao thought Jane was a spirit or something supernatural due to the grief and vengeance coming off her

But to his disappointment she’s just a cool looking human

Jane really doesn’t like him

He’s a serial killer who kills people for shits and giggles like Jeff and she can’t stand that

Jane knows he’s a demon because he told her and Kagekao thought Jane wouldn’t understand him

They both also have voice mimicking powers and they use it against each other all the time

Jane is jealous of his parkour skills though, she wants to get better at it

When Jane is in a violent mood or in a fight black veins will appear all over her body, but it’s most noticeable oh her face and especially on her temples and forehead leading into her eyes as the veins pump and bulge with blood. Very unsettling to look at.

Jane is usually 5’10 but if she wants to look more intimidating in a fight she will make herself taller like 6’3-6’5

Jane is romantic/ trad goth and listens to the music since she was born in the 80s and grew up in the 90s it’s nostalgic for her

Jane wears black everyday because she thinks all other colors look bad on her

She wears white to sleep though

Jane’s eyes are pitch black so you have no idea where she’s looking or what she’s looking at

It’s kinda scary when she looks at you especially if it’s dark

But she’s pretty so it’s okay

Loves Japanese comfort foods and will cook them a lot like really good ramen, mochi ice cream, udon, kastu curry, tempura and hot pot

It reminds her of her mom

Jane’s kinda happy that she has long shiny black hair like her mom now

If you were ever gonna run into a Creepypasta and live, Jane’s definitely your best bet

Likes to shapeshift to look normal to take Mary on dates

Wears black dresses when she’s not fighting but when she is, jeans and a sweater all black of course

Sounds like Amy Lee from Evanescence when she sings

A smooth soothing voice when she talks

Lived with Mary in their home till she got roped in with all the other pastas (but that’s a completely different hc list completely)

Since Jane works for the government she’s rich. Like really rich

So she’s always clean and put together

Can walk in heels like a pro

Jane’s a queen and I love her

This isn’t proofread I made this at 3 am sorry lol

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