#ALSO keep in mind i'm only in act 1 and this is their first night so it's super early in the story

[yellowhollyhock]

Okay so about Leo and the Shredder

First off there's their first meeting. Shredder bribes him with sword but much more than that, he entices him with the idea that there is a Great Evil which needs to be defeated, acting like he and Leo need each other as allies in order to protect the city. Gives this altruistic teenager the idea that he has a chance to be part of something bigger than himself. To give himself to a cause

Then Leo finds out from Splinter that Shredder is the evil one. In his mind, partially because of the specific way Shredder manipulated him, this is an epic battle of Good vs Evil. Everything the Shredder said was true except flipped. Master Splinter was already the epitome of goodness, but when he defeats the Shredder, it confirms for Leo that good always triumphs, and that his family is a force of the universe upholding that principle. Not monsters, not freaks, not even only ninjas who stay in the shadows: heroes. Responsible for making goodness triumph when the scales fall out of balance.

Then the window scene. He's already decided that doing the right thing is synonymous with standing up to Shredder. That night is nothing like a fair fight, Leo has a really bad time and could have been killed if they hadn't wanted to use him to scare his family. Shredder is the purest representation of evil to Leo, and he's literally using him as a weapon against his family (a kind of vengeance for not joining him that first time; if you will not be my sword, you'll be instead shattered glass, intended to make a loud noise and frighten my enemies, either out of the fight when they see what I've done to you, or out of hiding to be exterminated).

"I will not live in fear" is such a powerful moment, not just because it's wrapping up Leo's arc (Splinter brings up heights while his brothers say he was never scared of anything, but we've already seen Leo scared, not just as a tot but all through the show. He's terrified of making the wrong choice, usually manifesting as a fear of disobeying Splinter, whom he trusts to guide them true), it's also so powerful and important because he's talking about his family. He's responding to Shredder using him as a warning to them. He's standing back on his feet and drawing a line in the sand. He's saying, go ahead and destroy my body, do your very worst to us, You. Cannot. Make me afraid. And I'll be their courage if they lose it. He's on the offensive now; not just to defend against evil, but to go out and defeat it.

But you know, the next thing that happens is the hiding. The shame because he first talked to the Shredder, he was out there fighting while his family was safely hidden, he didn't have the strength to protect April and was protected by her instead. And he absolutely believes in what he said, but living it? It's a very high standard he's set for himself, and he feels he needs to take a bit of time to punish himself for not living up to it in the past.

So the first slump comes from finding out the Shredder was still alive, that they hadn't succeeded like he thought. Raph pulls him out of it, getting him busy with his hands, giving something he can hold and say 'my brothers got my back, and I'm strong enough to keep getting back up.'

Then, the City at War arc.

Shredder is gone, again. For good this time, they made sure. .... they made sure, right?

There's a lot more going on here than Leo feeling responsible and worried about the civilians getting caught in the crossfire. Mainly two other big things

1) The Shredder was a straightforward threat, warring factions of gangs are more complex.

Remember how he baited Leo with Good vs Evil? This was their big thing, not just a good deed. This was supposed to be destiny. So why is the world still dangerous and complicated? If defeating Shredder wasn't it, then what's next? Whatever it is he needs to get the drop on it this time, it can't be like it was before. It has to be better than it was before, otherwise what was the point?

2) Is he really gone?

"We did the city a favor!"

"Did we, Raph? Did we really?"

@nightwatcherraph pointed out to me how his voice gets growly like it does is season 4. One thing happening through this arc is Leo, like Splinter says, learning how to follow his heart, to do the right thing even if everyone tells him he shouldn't. But the other thing, the thing Splinter doesn't see, is the beginning of what will snowball into Leo being unable to heal and move on without serious professional intervention down the line

And you know? Not on a conscious level, but I think Raph does see it. He knows, he senses, something is off, but he doesn't know what, and that drives him crazy. I mean that's not the only thing going on, but it's there.

Because last time, not so long ago? Raph was able to pull Leo out of it when he saw him in a funk. This time, he's not budging.

Leo is worried about things being worse than they were with Shredder alive, that's real, but the way he asks this question also makes me think of the other possible meanings. Because they thought they'd gotten rid of him before, didn't they? If things aren't better, then maybe he isn't really gone.

I don't think Leo's thinking that on a surface level. I do think his body is having a real reaction to the idea that Shredder could still come back, and he's looking for reasons for that deep-down feeling of wrong.

When Master Splinter has a dream, it pretty much confirms things for Leo. This is our big battle. This is Good (following his Sensei) vs Evil (Shredder). This is destiny, Master Splinter literally had a vision. Once this is done, his family can rest.

Rest?

Hmm.

Die?

If it's destiny? If it's for the greater good? He wouldn't hesitate to give his own body--but now it's not just him. 'I could never ask you to,' Splinter is saying, and isn't that what he said to Leo earlier that night about even going after Shredder in the first place? In the moment he absolutely knows they have to do this, he waits for his brothers to say it too, but he pushes for it, he's confident. After all,

"It our fault. We couldn't stop him. We failed."

Ninjitsu is where Leo tends to excel, and he was no match this time for Shredder, nor for Karai (the ways she fits i to and influences and mirrors him throughout all of this is fascinating, but getting into it would double the length of the post, at least).

Just like in City at War, he feels he has to atone for his failures.

And then he doesn't get to die, and has to live with, again, two big things

1) He brought up the idea to overload the power core. They all agreed, but it was his idea. Shredder wouldn't have killed them--Leo would have (not my opinion, Leo's opinion)

2) That. Was it? It's over. They're not assuming Ch'rell is dead this time--they know where he is. He's in prison. Where destiny has been trying to lead him for decades.

So... what is Leo supposed to do with the rest of his life? The Big Thing, the Good vs Evil showdown... happened and ended?

Seriously, who wants to peak in high school?

okay that's not funny but I'm leaving it

If he's fulfilled his larger purpose, then he's no good except to his family, which... well. See number 1

Training with the Ancient One helps a lot--but then what happens?

The epic showdown of Good vs Evil! Ch'rell is gone, but that doesn't mean Shredder isn't around.

And Leo is, through that fight and going forward, a healthier, happier turtle. But there still continue to be Shredders, and he still has this absolute belief in fate--his fate, his brothers' fate, to be wielded, by Master Splinter, by the Tribunal, by the mysterious hand of fate, in the fight against darkness and evil. We see him develop an inner peace and handle things much better, but that belief in his family's role in the universe never goes away.

For example, we get a glimpse of it in BTTS, when they're telling Donny about what's going on in the city, and, busy with his quest to bring Splinter back, he dismisses them. "I'm sorry, but it's not my problem."

Leo's expression is just,, so crushed. They're all betrayed, but Leo is kind of floored. Not your problem? People are getting hurt? Fights are happening? You don't care that evil persists?

He looks so personally offended, and it does bring City at War to mind again, doesn't it? But this time, Leo doesn't dig his heels in. He's matured. He's appalled, but he stays level, and eventually Donny comes around.

That's the thing. They always come around. Leo will never fully stop believing that it all comes down to them, down to him, because experience just keeps proving him right

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request establish relationship with The Void (reader is also dating Bob) where it’s like, soft moments Void has with sunshine reader, please and thank you!!

#1

‘You trust in those belligerent fools continues to baffle me.’ The Void says as he watched Walker, Yelena, Ava and Alexi with suspicion and skepticism. He knew your heart was pure as gold, much like Bob’s which was one of the main reasons for your relationship being as beautiful and effortlessly filled with light and life, you both held similar values then you and The void did.

And yet you loved The Void all the same as you saw no point loving one part of a man without loving his darkness also, something The Void had once said you were extremely foolish for before finding himself where he was currently in being cuddled up in your arms, with you running your fingers through his hair and giving him kisses on occasions.

‘I can’t help it, they’ve saved me more times I can count.’ You replied softly, keenly aware of Void’s protectiveness over you with how hesitant he was to allow you closer contact with the Thunderbolts, not for any particular reason other then they were getting too close to what was his and Bob’s. The Void acted like your second shadow, always lurking close by, making sure that the message was clear to anyone who seemingly didn’t get it the first time; you were off limits and were not to be taken away from him should they wish a reckoning unlike another, and thankfully many understood when when they were biting off more then they could chew with The Void and left you both be for the majority.

‘Are you saying my protection isn’t enough?’ The void asked and you were quick to press a kiss to where you believed his cheek to be, his form was a hard one to navigate but after countlessly tracing your fingers across bob’s face, you believed yourself to be well aware enough to know where your kisses landed on The Void as his white pinprick eyes watched you unsettlingly.

‘I’m never saying that silly.’ You told him as you pressed another kiss to his cheek. ‘Your protecting of me is sweet and reminds me of that of dragons of fantasy books and movies I would always watch, ones where they’d fiercely protect their horde of gold and other riches with fire and annihilation.’ you add as you felt Void shuffle himself further into your arms, wanting to hear more of your words while hogging your warmth that seemed to be the only thing calm him down whenever one of the Thunderbolts step out of line in his eyes.

'Do you like these horde obsessed dragons who'd go to war for what's theirs?' The Void asked, his white pinprick eyes looking deeply into your own, much like two stars in the night that were for you and only you. While others might find them unsettiling and creepy, like they're being seen through and being disected to their foundations, yet to you it was anything but those things knowing that this powerful being was more then willing to wage war to keep you with him.

'i do.' you replied as you press your forehead against his, feeling nothing but protected, safe and weridly at ease because you knew that while you were within the presence of the Void, you could feel Bob with you as you felt Void raise his hand and caress your face with gentleness as you melted into hi touch with a smile.

'It makes me feel special, like i'm worth hoarding and keeping out of the hands of others, even if some people see it in a possessive light.' you added, knowing that many people saw your relationsip with The Void as posessive, but to you it was one where he did everything in his power to keep you safe and show a side of himself that went against everything you thought you knew about him. Yet you didn't mind it one bit as you knew that The Void was more then originally conceived, especially when he's nothing more then putty in your hand and asking deep and thought provoking questions.

Void brings his other hand to hold your other cheek softly as though he was handeling a feather, something delicate that he knew he shouldn't use his full strength on, unless he wishes to destroy that delicate feather entierly. 'Then i shall strive to keep you as protected, as safe within my care as i can and will wage war should i ever find that you were ever hurt or brought to harm, for i cannot exisit without my light to my darkness as we are equal beings on par with no one but each other.' Void finished as he kisses your eyelids, forehead and brim of your nose before snatching a final kiss ffom your lips, making you smile against his lips.

'sap.' you muttered playfully.

'only for you my light.' Void responded without heistation.

#2

'do i scare you?' Void asks.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at him, sure you had been made aware of the type of being the Void was by Bob, but now that you were seeing him yourself your feelings hasn't changed much regarding him.

'No.' you replied as you moved over towards him, reaching out to hold his face, pausing briefly when it seemed as though The Void flinched before allowing you to hold his face, letting out a sigh he seemed to have been holding ever since asking the question. 'why? should i be afraid of you?'

'No.' The Void anwsered as though your questioned had personally hurt him.

'Do you want me to be afraid of you?' you continued to ask, wanting to know why he was thinking like this, what was the reason behind it and considering how The Void usually holds himself, this only made you worry that something had gotten under his skin.

'Never.' The Void steps closer to you, hands holding you in place by the small of your back, making sure you were always within reach of him and never too close where he felt as though you'd feel suffocated.

'Then why ask if you knew the answer all along?' you spoke softly as your thumbs caress his cheeks while you tried to look for the anwsers you seeked within his pinprick eyes that reminded you of two lonely stars, together yet so isolated within the mass expanse of darkness, only within the company of the other for all time always; but there was beauty in that and you liked to think that you and Bob/The Void were those pinpricks that make up his eyes.

'For the reason why any other human would ask such questions, fear of one day that those fears will be realised and used against me.' Void tells you as he reassures himself in your existence by focusing on your hands upon his face and you just being in front of him, focusing on your breathing and the calm that you brought him as the fog within his head slowly disipates and gives way to clarity and content.

'i'd be more scared for the people who wronged you, the people who overstep the line with you, and those who were too confident that they could ever harm you.' You tell him as he remained silent and still as an unmoving shadow, waiting for you to say more should there be more for you to say, displaying his unwavering patience towards you.

'i could never be scared of your power when you use it to keep me safe, to keep me secure becuase the day i'm scared of you is the day i know i have lost the man i love forever.' You brings your hands down to his shoulders and massage the tenseness you felt there at a slow pace, encourging him to unclench his jaw and relax his shoulders for he was in no situation where he should feel on edge, or backed into a corner for that matter.

'And i have never yet felt that way and i know i never will. because i love you so blindingly, so unwaveringly that no matter what happens to us there will always still be an us when the dust settles.' you finished just as his shoulders fully give way and relax under your touch, his hands on the small of your waist tightening their grip before easing slightly as though he was checking that you were real, that you were here with him to calm him and reassure him that you could never seen him as anything but your protector and safehaven.

The Void tugs you closer to him until you were flush to his chest as his hands grew bored of being stationary and began to rub up and down your back. 'You took the words right out of my mouth my love, thank you for being the calm to my chaos, the peace to my destruction, but now it's time for rest don't you think?'

You smiled as you kissed his jaw. 'As long as you're there with me.' you said.

'of course.' The Void says softly as he leads you to bed, where he holds you closely for the duration of the night.

[deesseshesca]

PAC: How do y’all feel about each other sexual energy ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~3 )

Haven't slept since last night...

Hello Chérie d'Amour !

How y'all doing ? Hope those last few days have been treating u better than me. When it comes to me is time for me to take a real break. I'm going to be inactive for a month. I am so sorry for my single babe since birth, it was finally your turn to thrive but don't worry, I try to create some good juicy content before I leave for a moment. All readings will be on sale up until this weekend because of recession. I feel like you guys need to catch a break but keep in mind you will only receive the product in May 2025. In April everything will to back to regular prices. That being said, I hope April brings you nothing but success.

MUCH LOVE,

SHESCA.

PILE 1 

YOU : You feel that he has experiences and you are one on his list of potential lovers. I am not going to lie before I even get further, this does not feel like romantic love. It could be platonic love with sex (FWB or sexual arrangement) at least from your side. I don't know if that's how y’all relationships begin or how it was always supposed to be. Ahhh… now lets go. You can sense the deep desire he has for you. Maybe he has prey eyes when he lays them on you. May have possessive  mannerism  with you. Also may tell you to go around and tell others you are his because he hates the thought that anyone can even think they have a chance with you. I just heard: “ You are too pretty for your own good”. You do applaud the fact that he never cares and always show you off no matter the circumstance. Not the type to be disrespectful. May actually be quite the feminist not the performative kind. You may never think he cares so much for women rights because he dont look like it. May have a darker or alternative aesthetic. If not then has the aesthetic of somebody that dont care for women rights : pick up car, bible verse tatted, country accent and love hunting. Actually very emotionally available yet avoidant. Which mean he can express himself and can be transparent with his feelings. Probably dealt with his childhood trauma, not the type to ghost after fucking you. Actually take care of you and give some aftercare. Asking you if you are "ok", before the act and after. Clean you up and tell you he leaves before doing it so you dont wake up feeling funny. Would hate for you to feel use. Avoidant because he can't see himself being in a relationship because he dont think he deserves it. You can feel all this by the way he treats you right but can't seem to give you the title you desire. Want you to be his, act like you are his and don't mess with other people, yet don't want to ask you out properly. You can feel like his manifesting you. What I mean by that, is that you are going to see him grow. From running from you, to trying, to loving you and appreciating you. He wants you, you can see it in his eyes, his actions and his words. You feel like one of most prize objects in his life, he treats you as such and you know that you are all he wants.  Also he has a big dick. To my virgin babe don't worry, he is no monster. Will probably do a lot of foreplay and y'all may also have many nights that all you do is oral sex prepping for the big gun. If you are a virgin, he is very scared of hurting you. 

HIM : 

Before anything : I hear and see you caressing his cheek while saying: “My baby, my baby…” with a sad tone. 

They fucking love is crazy. At first I was unsure and I would be the first to tell you to run the fuck away from something, y’all know me. I don't play those games. 

HE FUCKING LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! The way you look, the color of your hair, your hairstyle, if is curly or not, the color of your eyes, the way it light up, the shape of your face, the face you make when he fuck you, he loves you body, every inch. Clothes or nah, he is fucking turn on all the time when it comes to you. The style you have, nails or nah, lashes or nah, makeup or nah, shave or nah. He loves the sound of your voice, the moan you make when he's thrusting deep into you, the way you talk dirty and the way you tease him with nudes, the way  you end up play hard to get it just for the fuck of it. The reality is you guys meet when he just came out of the dark night of the soul. He just fought suicidal thought maybe even survive an attempt. He may be clean from self harm tendency or his sober from substances. He’s still in woods but his not dancing with the devil no more. You are going to force your way into his life. He is a loner and he dont like to mingle but you are coming in with your zest for life … LOL ! What you don't know is that you are the sun of his life. Just by existing you bring him all the joy, life never thought worth giving him. Don't get me wrong it aint co-dependent. He doesn't live because of you. Nah he lived so he could found you. Going back to him, he is too fucking tired to start fighting his avoidant issue but without realizing it he will be growing with you. You are going to enter his life when he is in the 8 cup era( me : surprise the card did not come up) , like he let go of something but he is not yet sure of the next path but knows he must leave so he did. Your warmth  ( dang all I wanted was the sex … here I am in love reading) is something he yearns for. He will often hit you  up, so he can spend your work break with you in his car so you guys can cuddle. He will hit up after work so he can see you. He will beg to see you. Not for sex just to sleep. If he has night terror, you make them stop. Don't worry you ain't got no super power, it's just because he feels safe in your embrace. In my visions regarding your couple, he is always sleeping. Damn y’all fav spot is your bedroom. Lol … babe don't take it personally but he see you as a liability. No job asking for princess treatment just eating and using all his money. He would love how wet you get. You are going to make him feel like his dick has super power in the bedroom because he can make you squirt. To my virgin no worries is actually bound to happen since he's big and you go that WAP. You guys may develop a size kink together. 

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PILE 2

YOU : You feel as tho he has a breeding kink. He loves nutting in you or loves seeing his cum on your tits, your butt, stomach or your face. A fan of facial. You may have a very pretty face, a bit childish, don't worry he aint a pedophile. You have a round face, very chubby cheek, and round deer eyes, may have a rather coquette or very feminine aesthetic. I am seeing light makeup, you may like to get doll up before y’all fuck. Don't act all innocent; you enjoy seeing the aftermath of y’all encounter. You get all doll up, so you can see the wig lifting (if you wear one), your makeup mush, you lips red, the hickeys on your body  or even like seeing your clothes tear down on the floor after the act is over (me: you guys are literally the representation of the quote : I love pink, violence and sex). You know he has a good sex reputation. He may have been a player until he decided to settle with you. You knew it and he never tried to hide it. If you guys do end up break up, he is forever going to be the best sex you ever had. The man knows what the fuck he is doing. You are not here for the sex tho. He knows it. You are here because he get you. Maybe people around expected you to act a certain way, you may attend private school, may be the oldest sibling in your family, may hold a job with power, whatever the situation is, you are held to a higher standard than the rest. Some of you may be the daughter of a pastor or religious important figure. With him, you get open up and even do stuff that would not be allowed by people around you. Having sex may be forbidden in your family before marriage. You may also smoke with him and drink 2. You guys talk to each other about hardship and he just gets it. The thing is pile 2, is like you guys are living in a golden cage. You have gone through so much trauma but you can't talk about it because there's almost a policy of : “ you hear nothing, see nothing and speak of nothing” in y’all family. I’m hearing the song of Pretty Little Liars. They have a darker aesthetic and they are more of a loner so you would think they are the one with the destructive habits but is all you. Now that I’m thinking about it, you may be the only one smoking and drinking when y'all are together and he just makes sure you don't go overboard. You may actually be the one asking him to go this hard in the bedroom. What's funny (not really), you don't feel like he loves you for you. You think, I am writing black on white, you think he only loves you for your tight pussy. You know I dont stand for BS so imma be very honest babes. He aint the problem. Y’all seriously hate yourself very deeply. It's really sad. I did not say I pity you but it breaks my heart, sensing the depth in which you hate your own gut. You see him as an enemie. Almost as a war weapon … I aint playing Chérie d’Amour. You make me think of the way Katniss thought of Peeta in the book of Hunger Games (the first ones). In reality, you don't think no one could ever love you. 

PS : You also feel like he is very emotional. Is easy for him to cry and he doesn't hide himself when he does so. He would cry a front of a kid show or while listening to the news. He may actually stay from the news because he easily absorbs emotions around that. A truth empath … LOL ! He is very loving in the way he dirty speak, I am hearing: “ Look at me …”, “ Is ok I’m here …”, “ You are doing amazing love …” 

HIM: 

I ain't going to lie, this is toxic. Not the yelling, verbally or physically abusive type of toxic. No breaking each other's spirit . Is more the type he wants to save you from you  and you are incapable to stop destroying yourself. Don't get him wrong, he ain't got no savior complex but he sees so much potential in you… yet all you see is his flaws and nothing is really changing your mind. If he is the one reading … RUN ! But since is you, there's nothing I can do but watch. Congrats you have manifested your first relationship  ( I swear I mean it with no sarcasm). There's a lot of lessons here. This may be your wake up call because you are the one closest on in this PAC getting in a relationship. May even happening this Aries season. Is not a matter of “if” but a matter of “when”. 

He feel like you have a facade because he can sense all you truly crave is softeness. You don't actually want this hardcore sex, you want something softer. Otherwise you will want to be degrated, the fact that you prefer him talking in a softer tone, caressing you and holding you when the act is done shows your true intention. You hide behind that tough cover. In front of people you play the perfect innocent daughter while in front of him you play this though women that nothing sacred anymore. He can also feel that you are disgusted by the fact that you do desire love and affection. He doesn't want you just for your tight pussy. He love the depth you have and the beauty you hold. You are a very pretty babe in his eyes, the prettiest woman he ever laid his gaze  upon. Also he’s in love with the poetic tone you give to your pain. You could quite literally love writing  poems or being a writer in your free time. You may play an instrument or love singing. He enjoys listening to you talking about philosophy for hours even tho he doesn't always agree with you. For him, you guys together are the embodiment of the song : Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. He feels like you are wasting your time with him. You deserve so much more than him. He ain't going nowhere. He feels like you only want him close to you just so you can hurt him. You wish you could destroy people around you but instead you keep hurting his love with fake promises and treating him like he is replaceable. He won't leave because he actually enjoys this arrangement.  If it is the only way for him to have you then that is how it must be. He may have a Mars in Scorpio or in Pisces. 

PS : Now I understand, he aint innocent either. While you destroy yourself with hate, substance and sex. He destroys himself by finding people he knows are going to hurt him. Is more than the victim complex, is the martyr. If he aint in pain then he ain't living. Right now in the spiritual world you are like falling stars colliding into each other and nobody is stopping you because there's life changing lessons that must happen. 

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PILE 3 

YOU: You are extremely grateful for all his exes. You thank them for the way they tame his masculinity and raise him to be an amazing bf. You are grateful for his sisters for showing what is it to actually deal a real women. Most importantly his mom for making him a gentleman. You feel like he loves trying new stuff in the bedroom and dont mind doing it in places that are not traditional. Everytime he grabs you, you don't know in which position you are going to be. He may love going round after rounds with no break ( me : Shit that a whole workout). May be the type to start making out in the car in broad day light with the windows down because he never gave a fuck. Will probably introduce you to sex toys, nothing crazy ladies. He ain't your BDSM type at all but his masculinity never was scared of a pink dildo or a rose toy ( amen to that !). You feel like he has multiple options. You see people flirting with him in front of you like you don't exist. You may keep your relationship private because when you post him, people add him with no shame. Also you applaud the effort he put in the bedroom. He put in the work. Coming in with new techniques  like the pillow or the bear hug. There's something about the way his hip moves, like he is going to hit your g-spot like nobody damn business. Over and over again at that. 

PS : Your first relationship may be an interracial one. For him, you're the first woman of that race he actually dated, not that he found you kind ugly, he just never had a chance to date one of y’all. Also don't worry, no fetishes, purely in love with learning your culture with respect. 

HIM :He feels like you have no idea of your sexual needs. Don't get him wrong,  he knows you are a virgin so you don't know how to move but the problem is that you don't seem to even know what you want. It's almost like you have literally no idea what sex is. Like a new concept falling from the sky. You are acting like you are a pre-teen who just now learned about sex. On the other hand he enjoys the way you are spontaneous many claim to be but they are not. There's a difference between being spontaneous and adventurous and people don't seem to know it. He loves the way you are down for anything at any moment. Which he always craved and missed in his last relationship. Going back to what I wrote, he feels like you are like a doll with no opinion. You just go with whatever he says with no real back bone. You don't tell him if you like what he just did. You don't show different emotions depending on different position or touch. You are just here looking at him nodding. He enjoys your moans but would prefer if you could appreciate him more in the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't expect you to have the vocabulary of a porn star but tell him he's doing a good job. Telling him is hitting the right spot, telling him he's handsome and telling him you have been craving him. At the end of the day he aint stress because he is sure y’all are going to figure it out. It's just the beginning of your sexual journey and he knows with time and patience you are going to open up to him. 

PS: He knows you are nervous. The first time y’all are going to do it, you may actually be anxious. I see you looking around nervous and having jabbing movements. You will open up about the fact that you are not sure you can satisfy him. What you don't realize is just the thought of you, turning him on sooooo bad. He can't sleep without taking a cold shower because he is always sexually frustrated when it comes to you. You are literally his dream girl. Trust me babe, no need to worry, you are his female fantasy. 

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PILE 4 

YOU : You love the fact that he makes you feel wanted. You feel like you are the object of his desire. He makes you feel like he can't make a move without you in his life. Without you his life ain't complete. He makes you feel super sexy, always begging you for a pic of you. Not caring if it is a selfie, a nude or even just an OOTD. I see you taking a bunch of pictures that you keep in a folder for when he is needy of your presence but can't be near. Also you can sense how he gets no pleasure being in the dominant role of the relationship. For some of y’all, he will take the lead in public. For the other in this pile, he will be walking around unafraid to show how much of a simp he is.For the first type, he may be very tall and loves going to the gym. He cares for the finer things in life, I see luxurious cars and watches. He may work a white collar job and hold a title of power ranging from manager to CEO. Not the time to talk a lot, have a rather deep voice and have a mug face normally. While for the other he’s a student, shorter, may be older than you but have a baby  face. The first one would be the type to text you that he is waiting at your door, giving you unexpected surprise and making sure everyone knows you are taken because he is possessive. While the other may be the type to follow you around, be down with all your sidequest, take your picture like one of your fans and always have this fool expression on his face when it comes to you. You may tell him what to do but he will always pay for everything and give you the princess treatment. They both have something in common, they love to be dominated. Love it when you play with them. Edge theme, tell them “no” just to hear them whine, don't worry it won't be on your first time but will love it when you use toys on them 2. Will love it even more if you bound them in beautiful pink ribbons. Loves when you challenge them not to make a single noise or they wont get to fuck you tonight. They make you feel love. There's not a single doubt in your mind and others that he loves you. By the way he acts, speaks about you when you ain't there or even takes care of you like  you are the most delicate being on this planet. Whether it be with letters, text you poem, buy flowers or when he travels and always comes back with something that reminds them of you. The way they refuse to end FaceTime because they want to sleep and wake up to you. Scream to any women approaching  them that their fucking taken may wear a fake marriage ring to seal the deal because the mere fact that other women may flirt with them piss them off. 

PS : The biggest munch alive. Will literally cry if you don't let them taste your delicious pussy. 

HIM:He knows you are very strict, you don't play mind games. Your standard are high and you don't mind cutting a man off mid date, mid convo or even relationship if you don't feel respected. At the same time he knows your love can never go bad. You are not really the type to talk about the feelings, you are more the type to show it in your actions. The fact that you bake  for him, your eyes light up when you look at him, your voice softens when you speak to him or even the way your body relaxes when you touch him. On the other hand, he still can sense a blockage in you. It's like you are always waiting for him to fail. You never allow yourself to enjoy the bliss of this relationship. Waiting for him to become abusive, waiting for him to start yelling, waiting for him to start breaking shit around or even start cheating. Just so you can say : “ I knew it ! You can't trust this man, frl, frl.” The issue with this way of thinking is undervaluing the efforts put in by your partner and he also makes him feel like he is constantly passing a test. That may be a big red flag for him that he will consider the worthiness in longevity in your relationship. I see him entering the relationship knowing he found the one. I also sense he can let go, if he ever feels like he can't give you what you truly desire.

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And I'm back with Part 3 of the "Merlin accidentally conquers Camelot" au! Thank you all so much for your patience and continued support for this story! It makes me so happy to see people get excited by my silly (and occasionally delusional) au ideas!

NOTE: You can find part 1 here and part 2 here.

EDIT: And you can find part 4 here!

And without further ado, onto the new stuff!

It was rather drafty in the lesser furnished cells of the dungeons. Merlin knew this well, as he had spent many nights during his first couple of years in Camelot trying and failing to get any sleep on the cold stone floors of those cells, kept awake by the freezing chill that would sweep through the dungeons at any given moment.

Merlin also knew that Arthur had never been kept in one of those cells, even on the rare occasions that Uther had him locked up for going against his orders. Whenever Arthur had to be put in the dungeons, he had been put in the fully furnished cells, meant for prisoners who were members of noble families.

Even when they were held in the same dungeon, the nobles and the peasants were subjected to wildly different experiences.

With that in mind, Merlin stopped by Arthur's chambers (or... were they his chambers now? Merlin certainly didn't want to think about that.) to grab Arthur's favorite blanket off of his bed. It was a luxuriously soft blanket, dyed a rich Pendragon red. That blanket was fit for a king and a pain for a manservant to wash, but Merlin had always taken good care of the blanket, knowing how much Arthur liked it.

Merlin folded up the thick blanket with meticulous care, ignoring both his own trembling hands, rendered unsteady by the volatile emotions welling up in him, and Gwaine's presence behind him, silent for once. Despite Gwaine's undying loyalty and penchant for mischief landing Merlin in an even worse situation than before, he seemed to understand the solemnity of Merlin's actions and the profound sense of grief over the life he had lived once before that had been so suddenly torn away from him.

The motions of carefully folding up the blanket filled Merlin with both comforting familiarity and near-crippling sorrow. Would he ever do this again, ever provide support and comfort for Arthur again? As much as Merlin wished to stay optimistic, even if his plan to reinstate Arthur as the rightful king of Camelot succeeded, the darkest corners of his mind hissed that Arthur would never tolerate his presence again, let alone trust him, after usurping him and, in Arthur's eyes, proving everything Uther had ever said about sorcerers to be true.

Merlin's heart plummeted, nearly stopping him in his track towards the dungeon entirely, at the mere thought of what Arthur must think of him now: a treacherous, conniving sorcerer who had manipulated Arthur into becoming his friend only to betray him. Merlin blinked, banishing his tears before they could roll down his face and fall onto the blanket in his arms, and forced his feet to keep moving steadily forward. No matter what Arthur thought of him now, how deeply Merlin has unintentionally wounded his friend, or how catastrophically Merlin's world felt like it was crumbling down around him, he needed to set things right.

Merlin clung desperately to that conviction, the thrumming need to set things right again, as everything else in him wanted to curl up in a dark corner and never move again. After an eternity and yet all too soon, Merlin descended past the gates of the dungeon, where he forbade Gwaine from following him any further, down the noble cell blocks, which were filled with sleeping, but thankfully uninjured knights, and finally through the dark, damp, empty, and cold peasant cells.

He couldn't see Arthur at first, but his magic sensed that he was here. Like always, it jumped, tugging on Merlin to act, whenever Arthur was nearby, causing Merlin to pause his step in order to focus on whatever his magic was attempting to do. This time, it tugged his attention towards the unlit torches lining the walls of the cell block. Light them, his magic seemed to beg of him, our king is cold!

Merlin's immediate reaction was to stop his magic, to push it down so that no one would notice, and, after a deep breath, he did just that. As Merlin stood still, holding Arthur's blanket in his arms and cherishing what would likely be the last few seconds that he could ignore what had happened over the last day and pretend that everything was normal, he heard the voice that he'd been both yearning and dreading to hear for the past day coming from the cell at the very end of the dungeon.

"If you're waiting to sneak up on me, you'll have to try harder than that. I can hear that neither magic nor a crown have made you any more stealthy, Merlin."

Merlin flinched backwards, expecting but yet somehow still unprepared for how much vitriol and bitterness Arthur hissed out his name with. He had heard Arthur yell out his name in variety of tones over the years, ranging from annoyed to bemused to downright furious, but he had never heard his name pass from Arthur's lips like this, spat out from his mouth like it was poisonous and vile. It caused so much hurt to well up in Merlin's chest that he felt it like a bruising punch, causing him to wince in pain, still hiding where Arthur could not see him.

As Merlin stood silently, only a few steps away from Arthur's cell and facing Arthur's well-deserved fury, and tried to desperately blink away the tears gathering in his eyes, his magic abruptly tugged his attention towards the torches again, more insistent this time. Letting out a stuttering breath, Merlin obliged with his magic's request this time, and the torches lining the walls burst into bright, golden flames in an instant, filling the cells with a merry warmth that felt entirely out of place.

Merlin heard a sharp gasp coming from Arthur's cells as soon as the torches lit up by themselves and winced. Right, Arthur was fresh off of Merlin's betrayal, so he was probably pretty jumpy, especially around magic.

Merlin's guilt rose alongside his frustration. Everything he does with his magic, he does it for Arthur, and yet every single damned time it backfires on him and somehow hurt Arthur! A spell meant to heal his father kills the king instead. A battle waged to ensure his continued reign steals his sovereignty instead. And lit torches meant to provide him with warmth and comfort scares him instead!

But before even more guilt could build up inside of him, Merlin heard Arthur's voice once more.

"I won't be scared by a coward of a sorcerer who would steal everything from the man he claimed to serve! Or is the great Emrys too important to even face the fool he tricked into believing that he was his friend?"

Before Merlin's mind could even process Arthur's words, his feet were already carrying him to the end of the hallway, right to the front of Arthur's cell. He needed to prove Arthur wrong here, their years of friendship weren't a lie or a trick, Arthur needed to believe that! Too much of Merlin's life, his very soul, was woven into his bond with Arthur, he couldn't let Arthur have any doubt that their bond was even real!

As he finally arrived at the door to the cell that held Arthur, Merlin's heart stuttered again, this time with grief. Based on the ferocity in his voice, Merlin had expected to see Arthur pressed up against the bars, ready to battle his perceived opponent. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of Arthur, sitting alone on the dirty stone floor, his face wearing the same dejected and defeated look it had just days earlier, after Morgana had taken the citadel and Arthur doubted his own ability to rule his people. The only difference was that the lost look in Arthur's eyes from before was gone, replaced by a scornful glare that had Merlin feeling like he was the scum of the earth.

Merlin opened his mouth, ready to apologize, plead for forgiveness, whatever it took to just stop Arthur from looking at him like that, like Merlin was his enemy, but no words could form in his mouth, as too many emotions were welling up in his chest that it closed off his throat entirely. Merlin drew in a deep, fortifying breath, purposefully avoiding eye contact with a still-glaring Arthur the entire time. Once he felt like he had his feelings even marginally under some tenuous control, he finally met Arthur's gaze and held out the blanket like a pathetic peace offering.

"I brought you your blanket. I know it gets cold down here."

Merlin was rather proud that his voice only wavered slightly, not giving an indication of how disastrously close he was to breaking down into tears in the middle of the dungeons. Arthur merely stared at him for a moment, bewilderment appearing on his face for a few seconds before it was quickly wiped away by angry sneer.

"I don't accept gifts from the likes of you, sorcerer! It's probably cursed or enchanted to kill me so that you can finally get me out of your way for good!"

"No!"

The blanket fell to the floor as Merlin grasped the bars of the cell with both hands and pulled himself as close as he could to Arthur, who had flinched back at Merlin's outburst. His magic flared again, wanting to break down this barrier between them so that he could get closer to Arthur, but he denied its request, knowing that such an action would only agitate Arthur even more.

"Arthur, please, I never meant for any of this to happen! You must believe me! I only wanted to for Camelot to be safe from Morgana and for you to retake the throne! I only want to secure your reign, not end it!"

That, it seemed, finally got a reaction out of Arthur, but it wasn't the one Merlin was hoping for. Arthur finally stood up from the floor and stormed over to the cell door, getting close to Merlin, but just out of reach.

"And why on earth should I trust a word you say?! You've done nothing but lie to me for years, even when I gave you my complete trust! I thought you were my closest friend, the one person in my life who would never betray me, but as it turns out, I never even knew your real name, much less where your true loyalties lie!"

Merlin's face fell at Arthur's accusations, knowing that he was, in some ways, completely right in them. Still, he met Arthur's accusing glare with as much honesty as he could. After all that his own actions had taken from Arthur, he owed him the truth at the very least. Merlin spoke again, trying to muster up a calm, soothing tone despite his strong emotions.

"I know that you don't have much reason to trust what I say now, but I will do all that I can take make this right. I was born with magic, yes, but I was born this way for a purpose, and that purpose is you, Arthur. I am Emrys, destined to be the guardian of the Once and Future King, who will rule over the greatest kingdom history has ever known and bring peace the likes of which has never been seen throughout the land."

Merlin could see the moment of realization on Arthur's face as he put together who exactly the Once and Future King was, his eyes going wide with shock. Despite the situation, Merlin has just a bit of a smile on his face as he reminisced on fond memories.

"When I first met you, I just couldn't understand how such a prattish clotpole could ever be a king of legend, but the longer I stayed by your side, the more I could see the king that you were destined to become. A great man, a great leader, who will always stand up to protect his people, even if it means putting himself in danger."

Merlin's speech trailed off as he smiled gently at Arthur, trying desperately to give him reason to believe Merlin, to believe in the prophecy that tied them together, and, above all, to believe in himself.

To Merlin's surprise, he could see Arthur confusion melting into... something. It looked like something along the lines of hope or awe, which gave Merlin hope in return. But just as quickly as it was there, Arthur's expression shifted again to a frustrated anger.

"Even if what you're saying isn't some trick, your little bedtime story is wrong anyways! I can't be the Once and Future King if I'm not even a king in the first place!"

Merlin sighed deeply, knowing that they'd get to this point eventually. He had a plan, but would Arthur ever agree to it?

"I've tried! I tried to simply order the council to make you king again, but they won't do it! Geoffrey stopped me with some old laws that Bruta wrote! He said that I can't abdicate the throne to you because you're no longer legally a nobleman."

Arthur eyes widened frantically at the mention of Bruta's laws, his breathing picking up with panic. He backed up from the bars of the cell and began pacing around.

"Bruta's code, damn it, I forgot that they applied in these situations! Wait..."

His eyes snapped back to Merlin, looking red-rimmed and on the verge of tears. His voice, which was so full of fire mere seconds ago, now sounded hollow. Merlin's hope wilted upon seeing Arthur like this, and his magic flared again, still wanting to destroy the barrier between them.

"This means that the Pendragon house is no longer recognized, doesn't it?"

Merlin could only nod, unsure of what he could do to comfort Arthur. At Merlin's confirmation, Arthur took a shaky breath, trying to collect himself from the inner turmoil that he was surely experiencing.

"Everything... I've lost everything."

Merlin gave Arthur what he hoped was his most comforting smile, but it didn't do much for Arthur's hopeless disposition. After a small sigh, Merlin spoke again in a soft, comforting voice.

"Arthur, all is not lost. I have a way to make you king again! We just have to make you a noble again, and then I can abdicate the throne to you! And luckily for both of us, there's an easy way to make a peasant a nobleman quickly! And you should know, you wrote it into the laws yourself!"

Arthur blinked at him, not comprehending what Merlin had said for a couple seconds, before a sliver of hope showed on his face. However, as soon as it was there, it was gone again, once more replaced by anger and betrayal. Arthur quickly stormed over to the cell door, this time reaching the door itself and wrapping his hands around the bars so that he could yell in Merlin's face.

"I knew it! This was a trick!"

"What are you talking about? How would me knighting you and then giving you back your throne be a trick?!"

"You would have me swear on oath of fealty to you, which would legally, and for all I know magically, put me under your command! This was all just another plot to control me, wasn't it?!"

"Oh come on, you wouldn't have to mean it when you take the oath! You'd just have to say the words and then let me abdicate!"

"So now sacred oaths of loyalty are nothing but empty words to you?!"

"Gods, you really can't make anything easy for the both of us, can you, you prat! I'm just trying to give you your crown back!"

"You would have me disrespect the sacred oaths of knighthood! I would never swear an oath of fealty to you! It is a sacred bond of trust, which is apparently something that you know nothing about, Emrys!"

Merlin flinched back, still unused to Arthur saying the name given to him by the druids, much less hissed out in anger. Merlin backed away from the cell door and took a deep breath, trying to find some solution to this mess.

"So, I take it that you would not accept a knighthood from me?"

"Never."

Merlin sighed again, his eyes drifting around the dungeons as he tried to think of a different way to make Arthur a nobleman. Eventually, his eyes drifted back towards Arthur, who was still holding onto the bars of the cell door. As Merlin looked at Arthur, pondering any solution that he could possibly come up with, a metallic flash caught Merlin's eye, drawing it to Arthur's left hand.

There, the torchlight was reflecting off of Ygraine's ring, the one that Arthur rarely ever took off. Merlin was glad that Arthur still had it with him after everything that had just happened to provide some comfort, but it still didn't present Merlin with any solutions...

Wait.

Oh no.

Swallowing thickly, Merlin called out to Arthur again.

"Arthur, do you know of any, any other ways to elevate a peasant to the status of a noble?"

"I'm afraid not. Me granting knighthoods to peasants was the first legal opportunity for peasants to elevate their stations. There is no other way."

Merlin closed his eyes and tried to hold back his frustration. He wouldn't have to resort to that, surely?

"And you've really thought this through, Arthur? If you don't accept a knighthood, I don't think that there's any other way that I can legally make you a noble again, much less the king. Are you really prepared to go the rest of your life as a peasant with no title, no lands, no riches, nothing?"

Merlin could see that his words gave Arthur pause, forcing him to at least reconsider Merlin's offer. Merlin internally pleaded with Arthur to please don't be an idiot, just take the offer!

Finally, Arthur seemed to have reached his decision, as he glared at Merlin once again with conviction.

"I might be forced to live out my days as a peasant, but at least I'll be a peasant with my honor and integrity intact."

Merlin was, at this point, sorely tempted to bash his head into the stone wall behind him. Why, why did this clotpole have to make his life so difficult?!

Merlin gave a heavy sigh as he nodded, accepting Arthur's decision. Arthur looked rather smug about Merlin conceding to him, which he wouldn't be feeling if he knew exactly what Merlin had in mind as his contingency plan.

"Very well then. You've made it clear that you won't willingly take this one opportunity for me to give you your throne back. But make no mistake, you are the Once and Future King. This is your destiny, and I will see that it comes to pass, no matter what I have to do. I know that it might be unfair, but I only ask that you forgive me for what I do next. Please remember, everything I do, I do for you and the kingdom that you're destined to build."

Arthur's expression had gone from smug to confused to concerned very quickly, but Merlin didn't acknowledge the slight fear that had appeared on Arthur's face. Instead, he carefully pushed Arthur's blanket, which had been lying at the foot of the cell door, through the bars, ensuring that Arthur could grab it.

After that, Merlin turned on his heel and walked out of the now silent dungeons, his footsteps sounding authoritative and ominous as they echoed off of the stone walls.

Despite his measured footsteps, Merlin's mind was moving at sprinter's pace, trying to plan out everything that would need to be done in the coming days. The first thing that he definitely needed to do was let the steward know that he needed to plan a wedding on short notice.

After all, it wasn't uncommon for conquerors to marry their war prizes.

I hope you all enjoyed this continuation! Were you right in your guess as to what Merlin had in mind at the end of part 2? Please let me know if you'd like another part of this story!

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And, as always, than you for reading through my ramblings! :D

[noxitsnox]

if we get too closе, would it be okay?

hyun-ju x gn!reader - highschool au

summery: hyun-ju came out to her- now ex- girlfriend who spread the rumor around the whole school.

tags: trans/homophobia (the word tr**ny is used one (1) time), bullying, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff i promise, let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: i am obsessed it's not fair. this is pre-t but i'm still going to use she/her pronouns for hyun-ju <3 also english is not my first language and this isn't proof read, so i apologize for any mistake. @exactlyinfp

hyun-ju didn't want to go to school that day. her girlfriend, ex girlfriend now, broke up with her just because she trusted her, because she didn't want to hide anymore and she believed that her girlfriend of almost two years would understand. but she didn't. she called her all kind of names and blocked her everywhere.

she hoped this was where it ended. that they could just ignore each other and keep living life as it is. it would have been so much easier that way. but the moment she entered the school hallway she knew something happened. the looks she was getting were strange, full of hate. definitely not the looks you receive when you just broke up. she tried to ignore it and walked to her class with her head down.

it was early. a lot of time passed before some of her classmates entered the room. maybe it was better if they stayed outside. their chatter died down as soon as they saw her. one of them, who was seated next to her, took his desk and dragged it as far away from her as possible. “you're sick”, he said under his breath. “stay away from me.”

she stayed silent as the realization hit her. if he knew, everyone else did too. fighting tears, she forced herself to keep cool.

slowly people filled the room. everyone ignored her, even her so called friends looked at her with disgust. only y/n seemed to be acting as if nothing happened. maybe they didn't know about it yet. they’ll turn their back to you like everyone else, she thought.

“oh hyun-ju, how are you?”

y/n waited for an answer that never arrived. so, with a sad smile, they spoke again. “it's fine. you don't have to talk with me. you have my number in case you change your mind.”

———

for the rest of the week she ignored everyone. she was barely alive.

every morning she entered school feeling like a criminal. her locker in the changing rooms was filled with insults. some guys even tried to push her on the ground. that was the only moment she reacted. she could ignore words, but physical aggression was were she drew the line.

every night she cried herself to sleep, wishing she had someone on her side, someone to talk to. her family didn't know about what was happening in school and she hoped for it to stay that way or she wouldn't even have a home anymore.

it was on saturday afternoon that she lost it. she was out, getting some groceries for her mother at the local market, and she saw her ex with her friends. she tried to hide before they could notice her, but she wasn't fast enough.

"oh god, isn't that that tranny you used to date?", one said pointing at her.

"don't say that out loud, please. what will people think of me?"

hyun-ju ran away without even taking food from the market stall. she kept running until their voice became indistinguishable echoes.

she sat on the side walk and took out her phone, looking for y/n contact. she started crying, the tears blurring her vision.

their words came back to her. you have my number in case you change your mind. were they serious? she hesitantly called them, hoping for the best.

y/n didn't take long to answer and for that she was grateful.

"hey, you called!"

"i- yes... listen can you, can you come here?"

"oh hyun-ju, you're crying? is everything okay?"

"i don't even know anymore. please, just come here." and with that she hung up the phone, quickly shared the position with them.

she hugged her knees as she waited.

———

y/n was happy that hyun-ju called, even if the situation wasn't ideal. even though they weren't intimate, they cared about her and it made them sad to see her suffer. especially if she was being ridiculed for something beyond her control.

y/n tried to get to her as fast as possible. they went out in their sweats without bothering to put on something nicer. they didn't like the idea of hyun-ju seeing them in that state, but they also realized that they had to put vanity aside at the moment.

as soon as she saw y/n she got up and hugged. they remained in that position for a while. hyun-ju cried and cried while y/n rubbed her back, doing what they could to comfort her.

"sorry... i don't know why i did that", she said as she let go of them.

"you don't have to apologize. do you feel better now?"

"i do, thanks."

an awkward silence fell until y/n suggested they start walking with a wave of their hand, "do you wanna talk about what's happening?"

"i just want to forget about it. can we talk about something else?"

"oh sure", y/n looked at her and smiled. "do you wanna hear about this manga i'm reading?"

a/n: i realize that for an xreader the reader is barely there 😬 sorry. let me now if you liked it!!

[hermetiqa]

What study habits will help you this school year?

Reminder: it doesn't matter if you saw this reading a day or a week or a month or a year after posting this. My readings are timeless. You'll see this when you're meant to see this and receive your message.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath before picking a pile. If you feel drawn to more than one pile, it's alright, you may take the piles that you're drawn to. What's important is to take it how it resonates and leave what doesn't.

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PLEASE HELP IF YOU CAN

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Pile 1

The study habits that will help you this year are the ones that will keep you engaged in your lessons and courses/subjects. Something that keeps your mind active and keeps you interested in learning. Be curious about what you're learning. Take studying as something positive and don't take it as a responsibility. Have the mindset that you're privileged enough to study and learn these stuff. Be in a state of wanting to learn, not needing to learn. Also, leave your "failures" behind, such as low grades or not being able to get a perfect score on your exam. Instead, focus on what you lacked that caused that result.

Study techniques:

Make flash cards

Use white boards (the bigger, the better)

Act like a teacher, pretend that you're teaching

Similar to the previous one, you can also pretend that you're reporting the lesson in class

Make mind maps with only your knowledge and check what you missed after

Pile 2

I'm getting a lot of energy here from you, Pile 2. First of all, STOP CRAMMING. You might have survived the last school year by cramming but it won't help you anymore, especially this time. You need to study in advance especially when you know you have exams coming up. Stop studying the night before the day of the exam. Also, leave the past behind. Let go of your "friends" who distract you from studying and just want to go out to parties. Change your routine. Your previous routine could be a success for you but it drains you. Find some balance between studying and leisure.

Study techniques:

Study with your friends together

Put notes on your walls so you can look at them anytime and you'll learn them naturally

If you exercise and you happen to have a treadmill, put notes on the wall in front of you so you can read as you exercise (walking or jogging)

Similarly, you can record yourself reading your notes and listen to your record while jogging outside or exercising

Read your notes outloud

Pile 3

So here's the studious pile. I'm seeing that you tend to study hard, not study smart. And that's your mistake. You should study smart, not study hard. Stop memorizing and start understanding your lessons more. Stop rewriting your notes over and over until you reach your desired perfection of your notes, the "aesthetic" that you want. Instead, do your best to write well when you're taking notes in class. That way, you won't have to rewrite them at home. When reading your notes, it's best for you to use different colors of highlighters. Also when someone offers you some help in a lesson that you struggle with, accept it, even if you only struggle a little. Lastly, enjoy learning! Don't stress yourself too much about it and overthink you'll fail.

Study techniques:

Don't stay up all night to study and wake up early in the morning to review, especially to recall what you've already studied

Never ever cram and always finish the easiest tasks first

Drink coffee when studying (only if you don't have health issues or you weren't advised that you should avoid coffee)

Keep on rereading your notes and rewrite what you remember, then keep track of what you tend to forget

Make tests for yourself or look for tests online

[leyaholmes]

Verso Imagine ; I will never let you go away from me again

I do not recommend to read this before you had finished Act 1 and 2

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I try my best, please be gentle. And I don't have finish the game yet, so some description are going to be unclear because I don't now the why from the how and the for what of the question.

This is an idea, not my best, but the best I can do without having finished the game yet.

It takes me 4 days, I am not gonna lie, I'm happy to be free form this story now TvT

TW : mention of dead, near-death experience, mourning, angst but fluffy ending.

You were part of the expedition Zero with Verso. For the first expedition everyone was naive enough to be happy to "save the world". Nothing would had never prepared you to the truth.

At first, neither you or Verso see a problem to the immortality. It was before realizing you were having to kill everyone who will ever try to save the world too for keeping it. Quickly, you had decided to live with your life choices but without hurting anyone who had never the luck to choose.

Renoir was a problem. This man will always be a problem as long as he will breath. So when it was appearing clearly that Verso will not continued to help him, he had tried to separate you and Verso. Killing you was according to him the best way to do it. Renoir was convincing himself that without you Verso will finally see the true.

Tough luck, you were not likely to make his project easier and Verso was not to. You had would to run away with Verso by your side. But Verso, stubborn he was, only desired to fight his father. He convinced you to go away without him, saying he will found you later. Accordinf to him, your priority was to escape from Renoir. You had hesitated a long time before finally leave without him. After all he seemed like if he was knowing what to do more than you.

When he found you, three weeks after this event while you were sure you had let him die, he was looking exhausted. But the main shock come from the scar on his face. It was still fresh. Worried for him, you proposed you help that he refused. He had passed the night alone, in an isolated corner of your makeshift camp.

Since, your life with Verso was "peaceful". If we take apart all the remorse, the pain and the distress you shared. The life was certainly boring and dangerous sometimes, but you were grateful to be both in this, and not alone. Being alone in this world where the time had seemed to stop for the objects, when for trade with the Gestrals you have to fight (Monoco who the only hobby was to fight everything and everyone was just the icing on the cake) and with the giants Nevrons. Even if it's on some point of view this was an amazing place and that in despite of everything you were liking Gestrals, anyways, you also had good reasons to go crazy.

Your relation-ship with Verso was complicated. He did not share anything about his life, the conversation you can have were always vague and unclear and he was having this odious habit to disappear without any warning. But, he was having a good heart, always carrying even if he kept distance between you and him, always ready to help and always the first to have problem for his friends. Like this day when you were looking for Esquie's stones and a Nevron taken both of you by surprise. But most of the time he was distant with you when he was more open with Monoco or Esquie. Till an event that had made him change his behaviour…

Verso had disapeared again when you chosed to do something for keeping busy your mind. It was better than waiting him to return to the camp with anxiety. You decided to hunt some Nevron that were making your camp in danger those last days because pf their proximity. During the hunt you had faced a Nevron really strong. Type of them you usally avoid because they are so tall that they can eat you. You had tried to bypass it, but a wrong sum of distance made you fell. The Nevron turned to you and throwed his hand on you. You started to run but can not escaped from the giant hand. You felt your body been lift in the air. You tried to cut the Nevron's fingers but your sword had strayed on the ground. You used an another sword but it was more little than the one you had losted.

At the same time, you saw the mouth came closer. Your first thought in this situation was to Verso because if you die like this he will be alone. And the second was that you will absolutely not die by beenning eat. The Nevron maked a strident scream as you cut permanently one of his finger. In a desperate way to slow uour fall, you stabed your dagger in the Nevron body, which cut it all the way down because of your weight and the strenght with which you had fallen on him. You had done the half of the distance which separated you from the ground when your dagger go out the Nevron's body. You fell free during less than ten metre. Your body touched the grown with violence as you heard disgusting sound from your left leg. If the bones were only broken you could were lucky. The Nevron was now focus on his injuries more than you and gathering what was remaining of your determination, you ran untill the forest where you had will at least be protect from the giant Nevron.

Finally safe the adrenaline had started to leave slowly but surely your body as your leg started to hurt more and more. When you had realized you were lost, it was clear that you will not survive. You were ignoring where Verso can be, and anyway, you were alone in this forest. You were laying against a tree, closed eyes trying to forget the pain in your body as you were accepting the fatality.

When you regained consciousness you were laying on something definitively more comfortable than roots. You started to look for Verso around you but trying to move was harder than you expected.

"Do not dare to move, you have had enough issues today don't you think ?"

That was Verso voice without a doubt. Now he had changed his position you perfectly saw his figure against the light. He helped you to sit up a little more straight as he holded you a bowl of water.

"How did you find me ?" You asked once you were rehydrated.

Verso placed the bowl and looked at you. His gaze was grave. His skin seemed pale.

"You are very lucky because for the first time in my whole life I had decided to listen to a presentiment that made me looking for you. My way had crossed the way of that giant Nevron greatly messed up. And what was not my surprise when I found your sword on the grown and you were nowhere. When I had found you, you were breathing so fraily that I believed you were dead. That's how I found you."

You were thinking he was mad at first, but the light had reflected a tear running down his cheek. He seemed in fact, more hopeless than angry.

"I'm sorry." Was the only good thing you found to say. You move your hand on his, making him feel you were alive.

"Be more careful the next time. You need to rest now."

After this event, you became closer to Verso than never before. None of you ever said to the other that you were loving him, or at least liking his company. You had shared particular alchemy which needed no words to exist.

It was just living through your actions. Verso had taken the habit to check on you discreetly after each fight and reciprocally you did the same. But there are a lot of other things.

Like how you had learned to appreciated Verso's fighting obsession and you were always supporting him when he was fighting against the Gestrals or Monoco. You were so supportive that one day you had strated a street fight to "defend his honour" as you said. Reciprocally Verso learned to love your dancing obsession by watching you dance until late in the evening during quiet day.

Or how Verso was so surprise to learn that you were a dancer before the fracture as you were surprised to discover his love for write poems. One night he was observing you dancing. He approched you discreetly as possible. You did seen him only during a pirouette that make you end at two step of him. "You are magnificent" he whsipered so low that you had thinked to dream at first. You smiled adn thanked him. Later, when you gone to sleep, he had confided to you that he will love to see you dance while he was playing piano.

And even some days, when the weather was not pleasant, you were sleeping together because it will be unnecessary to get sick by catching cold.

Now, Verso was not going anywhere without you and you were more comfortable with his company than never before.

During three decades you lived pacified of your remorse, sharing them with each other the days when they come to haunt you. Three decades during which you had learned to love each other without having the need to tell it a single time. It was just in the exchanged look, in the air between you and your way to communicate.

When you were going out, Esquie was the first to tease Verso about why he does not proposed you. After all you were living together since so long and your mutual affection was clear. Worst, you were even not a couple because someone was too scared about his father to live each moment to the full. to Verso was always having the same answer : he was not loving you like a husband can love his wife or like a boyfriend is supposed to love his girlfriend. Esquie was always laughing at him, saying he was too hung-up and that on day it will be to late to make a move.

Sometimes Verso was surprising himself to wish he had listened to Esquie teasing more carefully.

Everything seemed to be fine while you were eating with Verso and Monoco at the top of a mountain after having defeated a lot of Stalacs and others Nevrons of all kinds. Monoco and Verso were, like they used to, argued about which one had killed the most of Nevrons. Of course, they were disapproved mutually the numbers they proposed to each other. You would been laughing with them if you did not felt sick. Since you woke up this morning you were feeling sick but a sickness really weird. You said nothing to your friends because you know they would haved postpone this trip. And despite your state, you were awared of the important for Monoco and Verso to pass time together and Verso would haved never leave you alone if you had been honest.

Now, sitting with them at the end of the day you were feeling the insistent gaze of Verso on you. He was clearly suspecting something. Speaking of the devil, Verso sat down by your side and taken a deep breathe before talking.

"What is happening with you ?" He asked gently.

"I do not know... I'm not feeling well. I probably need to sleep, it will go better later."

"You are sure ? Because, I did not want to be the overprotective guy of the team, more the time pass more pale you seem."

"I'm going to be ok, no reasons to worry I swear." I said during I stand up to take some deep breathe.

You were going in circles around the campfire, trying to escape to the pain, when suddenly a completely unexpected terror capture your body. Your body was paralysed, you were suddenly freezing. As you gaze met Verso you only saw the same terror than yours tormenting him. As he ran toward you, you had lowered your head looking to your body. The petals around it were gorgeous. Verso was calling you, terrified. Looking at him, you understood immediately that do not looked too good. Scared, you tried to hug him. You were not understanding what was happening but you did not had wanting to die.

Everything happened so fast, you had desperately screamed Verso name as you were walking toward him but before you even had a chance to reach him, you disappear. Literally. Of you, they were only lasting petals which were flying in the cold breeze.

And easily as it seemed to be, Verso and Monoco were now only two on the top of this moutain. The only proof of your existence was a bracelet in snow right where you just had disapeared. The one you made at the same time you made one to offer to Verso with complementary colours. Verso had never felt so distraught and useless than this day.

You were so naive to believe that after having found Gustave, Lune, Maelle and Sciel you will been capable of anything. Because the true was standing in front of you, awful and painful as always. An old man was killing Gustave in front of you and you can not done nothing to prevent this. You were hating to feel so useless, if you did not found a way to move quickly Maelle was going to die to.

You tried to save time by distracting the old man. You screamed, cried, insulted him, you had done everything you could without moving your body. The old man seemed to lost his patience enough to approach you. You continued to insult him and to demonstrate the hate you had for him. If you had to die, you had to make it something.

As the old man raised his cane to hit your face, you had closed your eyes. But the punch never came. When you opened your eyes the first think you saw was an expedition uniform. Nut it was really damaged and old. An unknow man saved your life.

Unknow did not felt to be the rightword to describe him, but you clearly can not had known this man in Lumiers because he was giving something you would never had forget if you had ever passed by him, if you had ever met him.

Even his voice when he talked to the old man seemed familiar to you.

As the old man disapear, you finally recovered your hability to move. You stood immediately and started to walk to the unknow man who disapear too before you can said anything. You did not even saw his face.

Later when you had set up a new camp in a deafening silence you finally had the chance to see the face Mister Mysterious. Maybe if you were not unsettled and tired as you were, you would asked important questions like "How do you find us ?" or "How can we be sure of your honesty ?" but the only thing question that escaped from your lips was "How did I know you ?".

Your gaze was meeting Verso gaze, you were sure this man was not as unknown for you as he was for the girls. By the way, the same girls were watching your awkward interaction with attention.

"I'm not really sure... For being honest you are looking exactly like a friend I had three decades ago. She was the victim of the gommage."

You prudently came closer to Verso.

"Since I am little, I make dreams about things I feel like I had already lived. When I wake up, I never remember exactly the people or the subject of the dream but I always feel a hole in my heart. Here, I had wrote all the things I was remembered after I wake up in this notebook since the last ten years." You said as you were holding out in the notebook.

Verso taken the notebook. When your fingers had brused Verso's fingers you felt a strange blush going to your head. You were waiting for him to say something, looking at your hands anxiously, thinking you were maybe crazy. After some time to brows your notebook Verso laughed.

"I can not understand half of this because of the lack of information, but according to what I had can gotten your dreams seems to be moments of your past life for sure. For exemple, I will never forget the day we met Esquie and François and you seem to do not having forget it too. "The strange man fell in the water and got hurt" the true would be more something like "Esquie defied him to dive in the cold water, he missed and a rock injuried his head." He said giggling a little bite.

Verso continued to explain you what he was understanding in your notebook while you were sitting around the camp fire. It was strange to listening to someone you never saw in your life but at the same with who you feel seen and safe for the first time since you "restart ?" it in Lumieres three decades ago.

All your life you were feeling like Lumieres was not the place where you were supposed to be. During thrity years you were feeling incomplete and as you were strating to understand why, you were also realizing that you were remembering some specific fact about Verso.

"Your favorite colour is purple." You said suddenly.

Verso looked at you surprised before nodding his head as approval.

"I can't remeber a lot of things, but I remember things like you were liking to write poems and playing piano. Oh, and we were sharing a best-friend.. Nomoco ? Comono ?... MONOCO right ?!"

"Yes it is. He will be happy to see you."

"I know I'm not supposed to ask this so you do not have to answer to this question if you do not want to. What are we ? I feel like I have a lot of feeling for you and all of them bring me comfort that I never experience before.."

"Well… We were something like close friends. If you ask to Esquie, he will say that we were a couple. But none of us ever said "I love you" because what we were sharing was just the way it was and I suppose that we never feel the need to explain it. On one hand, I am not really sure about my feeling. It's easy to say you love someone when she is the only company you have which is like you, which is understanding your pain as no one ever did. On the other hand, I am mourning you since three decades. At first I was thinking that the pain will go away with the time but it was never. When I saw you earlier, looking for trouble with Renoir I had almost lost my mind. You were here, in front of me and you were already putting yourself in trouble… And I was scared"

Verso taken a deep breath before putting his hands on yours. When he looked at you with his sweet gray eyes you had felt a familiar warmth going all over your body.

"I do not know about what the futur is made, but if you authorise me, I will appreciate to show you all the love I never show you before. I am not affraid anymore, I do not know why I am having a second chance but this time I want to make the thing great. Let me tell you about your past life. Let me tell you how much you were making me go crazy when you were laughing, how good you were at fighting and at dance. And let me show you this."

He held two bracelets out to you. He did not needed to explain because you were remembering making a dream about those bracelets. You were trading with Gestrals for some precious stones. You were wanting to make something special for celebrate your twenty years of friendship with someone. Now you were discovering who was this someone.

"This one is yours". He said, taking gently your wrist to put the bracelet on it.

You had taken time to look at it. You immediately saw the way that the pearls on your bracelet were matching Verso colour eyes and the way that his bracelet was matching pearls with your eyes colour.

"I feel complete with you. And in peace like I never feel before." You confess.

Verso came closer to you. He put his hand on your cheek and suddently hugged you tightly.

"I had wish I can hug you like this again since so long that it is feeling like an eternity. I will never let you go away from me again, never, I promise."

@eddiemunson-86-baby I hope you will enjoy it and I hope it is not a disaster. After 4 days on it I am going crazy, i can't even see the spelling mistake TvT

[kaileyrose28]

Popped Cherry (part 2)

Note.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ: Good Girl is about an semi-established relationship between Jason and FMC. She's Roy's 18-year-old daughter, Jason is Roy's 38-year-old best friend, she's just the prettiest thing he's ever seen and it's hard to keep his mind when she's around. She's just such a good girl.

18+ (I have to say this), this has sexual content, like seriously.

Kinks or fetishes: Age kink, innocence, dom/sub variables, corruption, slight exhibitionism, dirty talking, experienced man/inexperienced girl, female virgin taking, perv Jason, gentle sex until the very end, big dick/little pussy, unprotected p in v but on birth control (wrap it anyway)

3,827 words. Female focused sex, female oriented pronouns when your talked about by others.

Read Part 1 before reading this, context is somewhat important.

By the time night rolls around you’re busying yourself in your room with preparing everything.

You’ve got candles lit on your desk and dresser, because yes you’re one of those people and it also means they can keep the light off to avoid suspicion. Your bed has a towel on the sheets so you don't stain or wet anything during... everything.

That poses too much risk tomorrow morning when you need to clean. How're you meant to explain away a large wet stain, or possibly off-colored stains on your sheets? You don't even want to try.

You lay down on your bed, bottom half on top of the towel, you’re wearing a nightgown with no panties on beneath, like he requested, and now all you have to do is wait.

Fiddling with the collar of your nightgown as you do, the little bows ribbon strings soft on your fingertips.

Meanwhile downstairs, Jason's nursing a beer, trying to act normal around Roy. He has no clue that Jason's about to defile his little girl upstairs—some part of him feels gross about it, and bad. But the other part, the perverted half, is thrilled about it.

He throws back the rest of his beer, his dick twitching in his pants. "Night." He calls out to Roy, receiving a 'night' in return from him. He makes his way up to your room, heart pounding in his chest.

When he reaches your door, which he only knows is yours because you painted shit on it—flowers, hearts, the like—raising his hand, he knocks softly on your door.

When you hear the soft knock at your door, you pause for a second, determining who it is knocking. Usually your dad would throw a goodnight right after for you, when it's silence you know it's Jason that's outside your bedroom door.

You shift around for a second, finding a good position on your bed, atop the towel beneath your hips, before trying to look casual.

"Come in." You say just loud enough to be heard but not any louder. You’re nervous but not as much as you thought you would be.

Jason twists the handle slowly, pushing the door open just enough to slide his big body through. He takes you in instantly—spread out on the bed like a damn buffet, tits pushing against your silk nightgown, hair spread out like a halo. His dick tents his pants. 

"Jesus."

His first response to seeing you after slipping into your room makes your lips twitch with a smile, slightly amused. You didn't have many nightgowns that screamed 'hey I'm sexy' aside from this one, but even this one was a bit simple.

Nothing like some woman your age would wear to look sexy and hot, but whatever it works.

You shift slightly to sit up against your pillows more, making sure the towel beneath you doesn't shift. "Hi," you mutter softly, albeit a little nervously. Only just a little bit.

"You okay?" He asks softly, watching you carefully. You look nervous but not scared, your nightgown doing little to hide your body. "Do you still want this?" He adds, unbuttoning the top of his shirt slowly. He doesn't want to pressure you into anything.

His soft questions don't register at first, him slowly unbuttoning his shirt is quite distracting. You watch his fingers pull buttons free for a minute before looking up at his face when you register he's asked something.

His concern is sweet, and definitely appreciated.

You nod a little, lying back against your pillows slightly. "I'm okay and I still want this, I promise." You say softly, giving another small nod even if your words are enough.

You’re excited even if you're nervous, you want this.

You really want this.

He exhales slowly, relieved. Crossing the room in three long strides, he looms over your bed. "Fuck, you're cute." He grunts, reaching out to stroke your cheek. His other hand finishes unbuttoning his shirt fully, shrugging it off to bare his tattooed torso.

You lean into his stroking touch on your cheek, eyes dropping to his tattooed torso when his shirt's shrugged off. Some tattoos are cut through with old scars.

"Scoot back on the bed." He murmurs, his eyes locked with yours. "On your pillows."

Your eyes move back up to his when he murmurs directions for you, you plant your hands on your bed and scoot back more for him. You lift your hips to pull the towel beneath you up as well. Letting it sit beneath your hips again.

You don't want to be on your pillows because you'd rather keep things clean of bodily fluids as best you can. For obvious reasons.

He notices the towel but doesn't mention it, finding it actually kind of hot that you’ve thought this through. He kicks off his shoes, then unbuckles his belt slowly, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. "Comfortable?"

You watch him slowly get undressed in front of you, his hands undoing his belt with slow movements like he wants you to see everything. Whether it's so you don't get nervous or not, you’re not sure.

You look up at him again when he speaks, his question making you smile slightly. "Yeah." You murmur softly, nodding a little. You almost feel like you’re dreaming, that he's not actually here about to pop your cherry.

But he is and you’re excited and nervous.

It's risqué and maybe stupid, he's older by two decades and your dad's best friend, but you want him regardless.

He lets out a soft sigh, pleased that you’re comfortable. He stands up, letting his jeans and boxers drop to the floor before kicking them aside. His dick is already hard and straining, precum leaking from the tip. He crawls onto the bed, settling between your spread legs.

You inhale deeply when he's nude before you, eyes roaming down his body. His dick is big like you figured it would be, he's big so of course it would be, but holy shit.

That's supposed to go in you.

You’re not so sure it would fit.

You lean up slightly when he settles between your thighs, fluid leaking from his dicks head, you nervously pull your nightgown off. You’ve never actually been naked in front of anyone.

You lay back down after dropping it off the side of the bed, trying not to focus on it as you settle down flat. 

Well, fuck him, you’re gorgeous. Every inch of your skin is dusted with those fucking adorable freckles, your tits are perfect, capped with rosy nipples that are hardening under his gaze. 

He settles his hips between your thighs, his cock throbbing against your mound. "Christ,"

His roaming eyes on your body make you nervous, the way he's taking you in. You can see the dilation in his eyes, and it's all it takes for you to feel more comfortable—he's attracted to you.

When you feel his cock settle against your mound you jump a little, a bit startled because of you focusing on his face. You look down, his thick and long dick looks like it'd never fit but you’re the virgin here, he's older and experienced and probably knows what works.

But still, Jesus. The thing's a monster.

He reaches down, spreading your thighs further apart to give himself better access. "You're so fucking tiny." He mutters, staring at your virgin pussy. It's a dusky pink and smooth, with a tiny little slit. He rubs the head of his dick against your entrance, applying gentle pressure.

The way his rough hands spread your thighs apart for himself makes you tingle slightly, and his muttered words make your cheeks heat up. The way he's staring at your pussy, like it's mesmerizing, makes you nervous but you don't move away from it.

Your breath shudders when you feel him rub the head of his dick against you, applying that gentle pressure and it makes for a weird but not unpleasant sensation. It makes you want to clench up but manage to stay relaxed, open to him.

Watching him nervously but not at all unwanting of it all.

He pushes against your entrance, applying a bit more pressure. His dick is leaking precum, making it easier for him to slide inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He grunts, his eyes locked on where you’re about to connect. He pushes harder, his tip popping inside your tight little pussy.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when you feel the burning stretch of him inside your pussy, however little it is. It's a sharp sudden pain you hadn't anticipated but you know it's normal.

You bring your hands down instinctively to his large hands holding your thighs open, fingers curling around the back of his hands tightly. Your head drops back against your pillows, eyes closing as you focus on breathing and adjusting to the sudden intrusion into your body.

Your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths, brushing against your arms.

"Just breathe, sweetheart." He whispers roughly, pushing in another inch. Fuck, you’re so tight around his head. He can feel you stretching around him, those virgin pussy trying to adjust to his size. He squeezes your thighs gently with his hands, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

His rough whisper accompanied by another inch of his dick pushing into you is met with a whimper—one of your hands drops down from his to cover your mouth. You don't want to be too loud and risk someone hearing.

Your eyes open and you look at him through your lashes, her brows drawn in a furrow. He's so big, which she anticipated but having it push into her pussy is a whole other thing.

It hurts, for sure, but her desire to have him takes priority. She tries to relax, taking deep breaths through her nose and exhaling out just the same.

Jason groans as he feels you tightening around him, those little gasps and whimpers going straight to his dick. Fuck, you’re doing so well taking him. 

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours as he pushes in another inch. "Such a good girl."

Your eyes close when he leans down, forehead to yours as he pushes in another inch of his cock. It almost feels like too much when you know it's not, the foreign sensation of being invaded making it feel that way.

His praise makes you feel like you’re doing a lot more than what you are, that you’re doing so good. You relax slightly, despite the ache of the stretch, and try to loosen your muscles up. Your eyes open and meet his gaze, it's as intimate as anyone can get with his forehead to yours.

And to think this man's your dad's best friend.

"Fuck, I'm so deep in you." He mutters against your lips, his hips pressing forward until his pelvis is flush with yours. He's bottomed out in your tight little pussy, his dick throbbing and leaking inside you.

You grunt and your hips jerk slightly when he bottoms out in you, his hips pressing flush against yours. His words are dirty but they send a tingle up your spine nonetheless.

You exhale deeply, eyes dropping off him to look down where you’re flush together, albeit curious. You were almost a little surprised he fit entirely inside you with how he looked compared to you.

The pain slowly trickles away after a few minutes, something else replacing it that makes your skin feel sweaty. Your eyes flicker back up to his, a little unsure what the fuck your feeling in your belly right now.

He watches you carefully, seeing the slight change in your expression. Your body is less tense, those pretty tits rising and falling faster. "Do you still hurt?" He asks roughly, his hands sliding down to cup your bottom, spreading your cheeks slightly. That delicious pussy contracts around his length, making him hiss.

When his hands, rough and calloused but gentle in a way, slid down to cup you and spread your cheeks slightly, you couldn't help your reaction. It made something inside you get brushed against and it felt like a frisson up your whole body.

Your breathing quickens slightly but at the sound of his hiss your focus recenters onto him, did you... hurt him somehow?

"No. Are you okay?" You answer his question and ask one of your own, your brows furrowed in concern.

"Fuck, yeah I'm okay." He growls, squeezing your ass cheeks. The feeling of that tight little pussy wrapping around him is incredible. Jason starts to rock his hips slowly, his dick sliding in and out of you just an inch or two.

You go to respond to his growled words, despite the squeeze his hands have on your ass, when his hips start to move and it's like a white sheet goes over your vision for a solid second.

The sensation is entirely new and mind blowing. And a bit painful too.

Your back arches just a little and you choke out a moan before quickly covering your mouth with your hand again—god forbid your dad comes to investigate a weird noise coming from your room.

Not when it just got good. Toe curling kind of good, a feeling you never knew could even exist before now.

"Fuck." He hisses, feeling your small hands muffling your noises again. He hooks his arms under your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, opening you up even more. He starts to thrust shorter, deeper strokes, hitting deeper inside you.

The new position has you feeling like you’re teetering at some kind of edge, leaning precariously toward falling. Your back arches more and your hand muffles the moans gradually growing in consistency. Your thighs shake against him, your stomach sucking in with each stilted breath you take.

Whatever he's hitting deep inside you has you seeing stars and feeling like you’re a buzzing, live wire. Your breathing picks up pace as your hips jerk with each slow thrust of his hips.

Jason can feel you tightening around him with each deep thrust, those legs trembling against his waist. Fuck, you’re close already. "That's it, sweetheart." He groans, "Let it happen. Come on my cock." He grinds against you harder, hitting that sensitive spot inside you relentlessly.

His words are filthy and vulgar and make you feel hot all over. You whimper and moan against your hand, muffling it as much as you can. His hard grinding hitting something inside you with an almost abusive accuracy that has you gasping in air against your hand covering your mouth.

Your legs tremble and your toes curl as you tumble off that edge he had you teetering on. Your head drops back and your eyes roll as you gasp sharply against your hand, gushing all over his cock.

He feels you gushing around him, that pussy clenching down on his dick like a vice. "Fuck yes." He groans, burying his face in your neck as he continues to thrust through your orgasm. He can feel his own release building, his balls tightening.

You take your hand off your mouth, opting out for burying your face in the crook of his neck when he leans down to yours. You gasps against his sweaty skin, body jerking with his thrusts as he chases his own release.

You whimper against his skin, arms coming around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin on his back as he fucks you damn near too sensitive. Your pussy convulses around him in pulses, whether to suck him in or push him out is beyond your comprehension at the moment.

"I'm fucking close," he whispers, his voice ragged against your neck. His hands grip your ass harder, fingers digging into the flesh. Each thrust becomes less controlled, more desperate. "Are you on birth control?" He mutters, barely able to form coherent thoughts as he feels his orgasm building.

His question mixed with everything he's doing to you, the hard grip on your ass, the desperate thrusts into your overly sensitive pussy, has it hard to form a coherent thought.

Your nails dig into his skin, breath fast and heavy against his neck mixing with whimper-y moans. Having to really think is almost a goddamn feat in this state.

"Jesus— yeah, yes. On birth control." You manage to get out against his neck, followed by a whimper punched out of your lungs by his thrusts.

"Thank fuck." He groans, hearing your confirmation. His thrusts become erratic, chasing his impending release. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing intensely.

With a final low groan against your neck, he comes hard, pulsing streams of hot cum deep into your convulsing pussy.

Your head drops back slightly with a choked gasp when he pushes himself deep inside you, the searing heat of his cum filling your pussy and lower belly with warmth and a weird sensation of being full.

Your body tenses for a second before going lax, your legs sliding off from around his waist and your hands dropping low on his biceps instead of his back. You let your eyes close as you try to catch your breath, cunt pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

You just lost your virginity to your dad's best friend, and damn was it phenomenal.

Jason holds you for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Once he's sure you’re okay, he carefully pulls out of you, his softening dick making a wet sound as it leaves your pussy.

You shivers when he pulls out, the sudden emptiness feels strange after all of that work just to get him inside you.

He grabs a few tissues from the nightstand and gently wipes you clean before tossing them in the trash.

You exhale slowly, thighs twitching when you feel him wipe you clean, it was a sweet gesture though. You relax again, thinking about everything that just happened. 

Your lips curve up into a little grin as you giggle a little bit, your hands—faintly shaky from your orgasm—coming up to cover your face and muffle the noise slightly.

The situation had a sense of surrealism to it.

"Shush... your dad will hear." He whispers, gently removing your hands from your face with a soft smile. "What's so funny?" He murmurs, studying your bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

Your innocence just got fucked away, and God help him, he loved every second of it.

He's not wrong so you bite your lip with a smile, letting him gently remove your hands from your face. You take in the soft smile on his, he looks relaxed that way.

It's a look that suits him, you think.

You just gave your innocence away to your dad's thirty-eight-year-old best friend, a man twenty years your senior. It's filthy in some way, but it was so good, and he was so sweet with you.

"Nothing, just happy." You mumble softly, tilting your head a little against your pillow to look at him better. Quite content with everything despite all the risks.

He chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Happy, huh?" He murmurs, his eyes softening as he looks down at you. "Well, that makes two of us. Though I have to say, corrupting my best friend's little girl..."

Your smile softens a little when he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture sweet. His eyes softening when he looks down at you is like the cherry on top.

You snort quietly at the idea of him corrupting you, maybe defiling but he didn't ruin you. You’re still the same person, he just... opened a very pleasuring door.

"Please, corrupting?" You say with a humorous tone. Your hand sliding to one of his, fingers curling around three of his own. "Stay with me tonight?" You whisper questioningly.

He squeezes your fingers gently, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. Your innocent request tugs at something deep inside him, a protectiveness he never knew he had for you. "You want me to stay?" He murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "What if your dad finds out?"

Your dad is probably sleeping downstairs, oblivious to the fact that you just lost your virginity to his best friend.

He's got a right to be concerned, if he is, about your dad finding out about what he did. It's not you he'd be mad at in the end. But your dad and him have been friends for decades, he probably knows that man's schedule like his own.

Plus, he literally sneaks around for a living.

You give the fingers you have in your grasp a small squeeze with a soft smile. "I'm sure. And you probably know when he wakes up, just sneak out to the guest room before that." You say quietly with a small shrug of one shoulder.

He nods slowly, considering your words. You’re right, he does know Roy’s routine like the back of his hand. And the guest room is right next to your bedroom, making it easy for him to sneak out before Roy wakes up. "Alright, deal."

You grin when he agrees to stay, happy as can be. And if he thinks you'll be letting go of him after tonight, he's dead wrong. But you'll be careful, you’re not stupid.

You won't risk whatever you’ve got by being reckless because you want things.

You shuffle to give him room on the bed, tossing the towel you set down before you did anything—now slightly wet with prior activities—off the bed before pulling the blanket down. "Come on, mister." You beckon, patting the spot next to you.

Jason smirks slightly as he slips under the covers beside you, the heat from your bodies mingling comfortably. Despite the gravity of what you’ve done, there's an easy, almost innocent feeling to curling up next to you. He pulls you close, tucking your head beneath his chin.

You sigh in contentment when he pulls you close and tucks you beneath his chin, relaxing immediately into his warmth. He's like a big furnace; you could curl around him and be warm forever.

You settle for a leg over his torso, snuggling close. Your eyes close and you settle down, letting the exhaustion of everything settle into you and lull you into a quiet calm and drifting slowly off to sleep. His warmth and the comfort of having him there helps speed things along.

He smiles softly as you throw your leg over his body possessively. His mind registers this action—it's territorial. Like a damn cat. 

He pulls you closer, one hand slipping down to cup your bare backside. His mind races with thoughts, most of them centered around you and what you both just did.

It's not long until he let himself follow you and drift off to sleep.

[project-sonadow]

My [15M] rival [15/50M] has been weirdly aggressive towards me ever since he lost his memories for the second(?) time. Should I be worried about him trying to kill me again?

Summary

A post on r/relationship_advice by u/Chili_Dog1991

EDIT 1: Stop saying I'm Sonic I'm not.

EDIT 2: Okay I am Sonic. I don't see how that matters.

EDIT 3: Stop trying to figure out which of my rivals this is.

EDIT 4: Stop telling me to contact the police about his attempts to murder me or his age. It's complicated in regards to his age but he's essentially 15 and I can already defend myself way better than the police can in regards to his murder attempts. Also the police would probably try to arrest me too because they're either useless or make things actively worse.

EDIT 5: Stop DMing me to ask how murder attempts can be fun. I shouldn't have to explain this.

EDIT 6: Stop implying I'm a masochist.

EDIT 7: Stop implying I'm an adrenaline junkie. If I just wanted adrenaline I've got tons of other people who could give me that.

EDIT 8: To everyone who actually responded with advice, thank you. I attempted to talk to him about it, we fought again, and it turns out he's been acting aggressive because he doesn't know how to show affection so he just defaults to violence. We ended up holding hands after we physically couldn't fight anymore. It was a great night and I think we're together now.

EDIT 9: Which of you motherfuckers sent this to Tails.

ORIGINAL POST

Hi everyone, using a throwaway account to make this post because my little brother knows my main and the embarrassment would kill me if he ever saw this. 

So for context, I've known this guy for a while now, at least in the context of my life. I've got a pretty hectic life and I'm a traveler, so I've met a lot of people and he's one of the few that's been able to keep up with me. Our first meeting was during a bit of a stressful time because he kind of inadvertently framed me for thievery (we look kinda alike and the police are stupid, it's not his fault but I was pretty pissed at the time) and got me arrested, so we ended up fighting about it in the middle of the street. I'm used to fighting and pretty good at it, so it was a surprise when he turned out to be basically my equal at it, which is pretty rare even among my other rivals. He got the upper hand on me for long enough that the police were able to arrest me again. I was pretty mad but also impressed. Our second meeting was even more stressful because I had just got out of jail after being arrested for the second time, and I was still angry about it so we fought again. I was about to win but then it turned out we were both in danger along with some friends of mine so we both left as fast as we could. Both of these times I could tell he was taking the fight seriously, but I could also tell he wasn't trying to KILL ME kill me. Y'know?

Anyway, in our next meeting he was definitely trying to kill me. Outright said it to my face. I won that fight thankfully, and I'm not even angry about it because a lot of people have tried to kill me over the years and also he has some kind of goal I was getting in the way of, and he didn't even succeed. He ended up changing his mind about that goal though, and when we next saw each other we were on the same side trying to deal with a mutual threat. 

And it was at that point I kind of realized I was in love. I've never really wanted a relationship because I thought it would get in the way of my lifestyle, but with this guy specifically it wouldn't be a problem. I would have told him about it, but then I thought he died and I didn't see him for a while. I wasn't too broken up about it because we only knew each other for a couple days, but I was still sadder than I thought I would have been.

He ended up coming back to life though, and he had lost his memories for the second time in his life (long story I'm not gonna get into) and he didn't really remember me anymore. I know from a mutual friend of ours that he remembered me well enough to be annoyed by my name, which made me irrationally happy, and I think he did end up getting his memories back, but when we first saw each other he definitely didn't know who I was. We fought again, it was a tie, and then we ended up teaming up to take down a mutual enemy again. 

Things have been a bit less chaotic since then. We've fought a couple more times but nothing serious, he's saved my life, I've saved his, you know how it goes. We haven't really talked about anything that happened, but that's fine because neither of us have ever been much for verbal communication and we understand each other just fine. I've tried getting over my crush on him, but that's never really worked because we see each other a lot due to our lifestyles and we have some mutual friends in common, and I like spending time with him anyways, even if we're just beating each other up most of the time.

Personality wise, he's basically my polar opposite, but we get on pretty well despite that. I think aside from my general attraction to danger and his ability to match me in a fight and a race that might be the main thing that draws me to him. I've got a lot of friends, but never one so different from me and yet so similar. He's just always been special to me.

But the main reason I'm making this post is because despite all we've been through, he still acts like we're enemies at worst and temporary allies at best. We fight almost every time we meet unless something less serious is going on, and he's pretty grumpy and mean to me all the time. I like this about him, but it does make me question if he even sees me as anything more than a rival, and I don't know how to ask him because we don't talk about weird emotional stuff. I also think that asking him directly could maybe lead to another murder attempt, which would be fun, but it's not what I'm looking for anymore. I don't mind all the fighting, but just once I'd like to kiss him on the mouth instead of punching his teeth in, y'know?

[burntheedges]

hold me like water

Marcus Moreno x f!reader | 2.9k | 18+ | ao3

summary: Marcus is a ball of nerves, just waiting for you to come home.

a/n: this is my late submission to @wannab-urs' Dom that Middle Aged Man Campaign! Sorry again for being late. I had something different planned originally but this week it turned out what I needed was something a bit softer. Maybe you could use something a bit softer, too? Thank you to @katareyoudrilling for beta-ing and Gin for taking a look. 🧡 (also yes, I'm still behind on replies, but I will catch up. love y'all)

tags/warnings: dom!reader, sub!Marcus, established relationship, established dom/sub dynamics, bathing together, acts of service?, subspace, a very intense handjob, restraining (with your body), (1) bite, referenced orgasm control, pet/dynamic names (from reader: baby, baby, my man; from Marcus: love), I named Miracle Guy Rob just for fun

...

Marcus is fidgeting again. He can’t seem to make himself stop. There’s a buzzing under his skin, a tension he can’t seem to shake.

She’s been away for 10 days, and he’s not sure how he’s going to make it to 12.

Two more days, he tells himself as he wakes up his computer and finds too many emails – and decisions – waiting for him. Barely 60 hours, he bargains as he doesn’t let himself pour a third cup of coffee, knowing it’ll just keep him awake. Only two more nights alone, he promises himself as he takes off his shoes in his empty house, too quiet with her out of town and Missy at school. 

“Less than 48 hours,” he answers when his phone rings.

“Hello to you, too, babe,” she laughs, and Marcus feels something inside of him settle at the sound of her voice. The buzzing under his skin quiets to a low hum. 

Soon.

…

You want to groan aloud as you step off the third – and final – plane, ready to be done with travel for a long while. You’re tired and all you’ve thought about since you stepped foot into the first airport this morning, hours ago, was getting home. To him.

Two weeks is far too long to go without the man you love.

You make your way to baggage claim and let your mind wander to the anticipation of being home. You picture it – walking in the front door to find Marcus waiting for you, arms open, expression soft. You smile to yourself as you step off the escalator.

When you turn, you almost freeze at the unexpected sight that greets you. A smile grows across your face as you rush forward.

Marcus is standing by the baggage claim area, grinning. He looks as handsome as ever and like home and you’ve never been so happy to see anyone in your life.

You drop your carry-on next to his feet just before you throw your arms around his shoulders. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as you fall into each other.

“Babe,” you say, smiling. “I thought you couldn’t pick me up.”

Marcus’ face is buried in your shoulder and you feel him nuzzle into your neck. He sighs. “I canceled my meetings. Couldn’t wait another minute.” He squeezes you tighter and you press a soothing kiss into his hair.

“Missed you too, babe.” You let yourself sink into his arms until you hear the announcement that the bags from your flight are arriving on the belt. You pull back slowly. “Come on – all I’ve been thinking about today is being home with you.”

When you finally meet his eyes and really look at him, though, your breath catches. That’s your Marcus, you know him better than you’ve ever known anyone. You can read him like a book. And right now he looks like he hasn’t rested or slept at all in two weeks. You haven’t seen dark circles like these since the time Missy got the flu and scared everyone, a couple of years before she went to college. Before you lived together. You think back to what he said – he couldn’t wait another minute – and you feel your heart start to beat a little faster.

“Marcus? You didn’t tell me–”

He smiles, rueful. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

You step closer, mindful of the crowd moving around you. “Hey. Baby, no. You’re mine to worry about. Right?” Your voice dips a bit lower, and you see him shiver in response. 

“Right,” he agrees, and when you meet his eyes again the emotions in them tug at your chest. He sighs. “I haven’t been sleeping well. And work…” he trails off and shrugs. “Rob was out because the baby was sick, and it was a lot. And fuck, I just missed you so much.” He smiles but it looks more sad than anything and it hurts to look at. You need to get him home. All you want is to get this man home where you can take care of him. You know just what he needs, and just what you need, and the knowledge settles in your chest, warming you. You cup his face in your hand and the way he leans into it tells you just how right you are. 

When you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his lips you hear the low noise he makes in the back of his throat and you know. We need to hurry. 

“Come on,” you say, reaching down and lacing your fingers together as you step away. He grabs your bag and starts to walk with you. “We need to get you home, baby.”

He nods, already looking more at ease as he lets you lead him forward. “Yes, love.”

…

You keep a firm grip on Marcus’ thigh the entire drive home. He tells you more about what really happened at work while you were gone, and you can feel him opening up to you like a flower in the sun as he lets you start to take care of him. By the time you pull up at the house, the tension in his spine has started to disappear.

After you turn off the car you scan him with a careful eye. His shoulders are looser, his expression more open. Good.

“Marcus. My handsome, wonderful man. I’m going to take care of you. Alright, baby?” He nods, and you smile as you run your fingers through his hair gently. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long. But you can’t hide things from me, not like this.”

He nods again, and you can see the regret in the lines of his face. “I won’t. I’m sorry, love.”

You hum, thoughtful. “This was my first long trip in a while. We’ll do better, prepare better, if it happens again. Together. Ok?”

Marcus smiles softly. “Ok.”

“Alright.” You can hear the change in your voice, and you know Marcus hears it, too, when he straightens slightly in his seat. “Now, I want you to take my bags inside and then head up to our closet. Go inside and take off those clothes and find something more comfortable. Don’t put them on yet – take your time, and meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes.”

Marcus lets out a deep breath that seems to lift the weight of the time you’ve been away off his shoulders. “Yes, love,” he breathes, and you smile as he immediately starts to do as you said.

You step out of the car and hurry to the door – you only have ten minutes.

By the time Marcus steps inside the bathroom holding his softest clothes and wearing nothing but his underwear, you’re ready for him. You’ve filled the large bath with hot water and oils in the scents you know he likes best. The lights are low, the towels are ready, and you stopped by the kitchen for water and snacks. You’re sitting on the edge of the tub, still dressed, waiting.

“Put those down, baby, and come here.”

He does, and then moves to stand in front of you. You let your eyes trail over his bare chest and legs, appreciative as always. You know he can see it in your expression when you meet his eyes again. He’s flushed, looking pleased.

You stand, slowly, and gesture him closer. “Help me undress,” you say, voice low. “I need to wash off all that travel.”

He quirks a small smile at your words, and you know he’s remembering all the times you’ve said that before, here in this room with him.

“Of course, love,” he murmurs, already moving to do as you asked. He doesn’t rush. He lets his fingertips brush against you as he slowly undresses you, and you sink into the sensation of being there with him.

Soon enough you’re standing bare before him, and his appreciation is obvious. It makes you smile, and he blushes. 

You step into the bath, Marcus’ hand immediately coming up to steady you. As soon as you’re situated against the wall, you gesture him forward. He kneels next to the tub, so quickly you feel warmth growing in your chest. You reach out to brush your fingers across his cheek and he turns into the gesture, making you smile again.

“Help me wash.”

He nods, and you can see him sinking into the familiar motions. He reaches for the soap and a cloth and begins eagerly. You have done this together so many times, you move together easily. He lifts your arm and you turn towards him, watching as he carefully and attentively washes every bit of you that he can reach. He’s so focused on his task that it becomes almost meditative, and you can see him starting to slip into that space you know he needs, held completely within your control. His body begins to forget his stress – his shoulders relax more with every movement. Every gentle pass of the cloth relaxes you, lets you sink deeper into the moment you’re building together. 

Eventually Marcus guides you to stand and, after paying the same attentiveness to your legs that he did to the rest of you, moves to drain the tub. It refills quickly, and as it does you hold out your hand to him.

“Join me,” you say, and he does. You sink into the fresh hot water again and lean against the wall of the tub. You guide him to lean back against you, between your legs. The warmth of him is so familiar, and so missed, you can’t help but wrap yourself around him. His head comes to rest on your shoulder and you feel the remaining tension start to leach out of him into the hot water that surrounds you. You nuzzle behind his ear and smile when you feel him shiver in response. “Thank you, baby,” you murmur, pressing a kiss behind his ear. “You’re so good at that.”

He stretches a bit, pleased, but you can tell he’s amused. “At bathing?”

“Yes,” you agree, sincerely, “but particularly at doing as I ask. My wonderful man.” Marcus relaxes further into you at that, and you smile again. “Now, hands on the side of the tub, please,” you say, and he immediately complies. “Rest your hands comfortably, no need to stretch. Good?” He nods and you notice his eyes have fallen closed. Good. “Keep them there, baby. Until I say.” 

“Yes, love,” he murmurs, and you hear in his voice that he has let go of everything outside of this room. He’s just yours, now, and you’ll take care of him.

You run your hands lightly down his sides and watch his sharp intake of breath. You hum as you trail your fingertips up his chest, tracing swirling designs across his skin under the hot water. “I missed you,” you say, lips brushing against his ear. His grip tightens around the edge of the tub. “I missed talking with you, and waking up next to you, and sleeping by you at night,” you continue as your hands press more firmly against his chest and arms. You can see his interest, which had flagged a bit as he washed you so attentively, start to grow again under the water. “I missed taking care of you,” you whisper, wrapping your left arm around his upper chest firmly and squeezing. “And I missed how perfectly you fall apart under my hands... My handsome man.” He moans, softly, and you slide your right hand down, smoothly, right to where you both want it. 

You wrap your hand around his cock, gently, and begin to tease at his length. He’s already hard, and you feel his breath catch at your touch.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You pump his cock slowly as you ask.

He shakes his head before burying his face in your neck.

���No? I told you you could.” You’d known, though, that he wouldn’t.

“No,” he says, and his voice is low and soft. “I didn’t want… not without you.”

You smile and press a kiss into his hair. “My sweet man. I don’t want you to neglect yourself.”

His hips twitch forward as you move your hand smoothly down and back up, teasing around the head. Your pace is so slow it’s barely a pace at all, and you know the anticipation will send him falling steadily downwards and inwards until he’s limp in your arms.

“I wanted you,” he gasps, and you wrap your arm tighter around his chest. “It’s always better with you.” You admire the strength in his arms and his back as he wrestles against himself, keeping his hands firmly in place on the sides of the bath. It’s beautiful.

You file away a thought about how to handle this, if you have another long trip – phone sex, probably. And the thought sends a tingle of anticipation down your spine.

“I always want you, baby,” you murmur, squeezing a bit tighter and moving just a bit faster. He twitches gratifyingly in your grip. “Now let me take care of you, hmm? You can let go, now. I’ve got you.”

Marcus sighs and somehow curls even more snugly into your arms. You start a slow and steady pace and feel his heart rate increase in his chest. 

“That’s it,” you whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss just in front of it. “My handsome man, relax for me, hmm?” You move just a bit faster and feel his hips thrust forward. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. So perfect for me.” When you twist your hand around the head of his cock, Marcus whines, softly, and you smile. “You love me so well, Marcus,” you say, softly, and he gasps. “You’re so good, baby. So good for me.”

You move your hand faster, grip his cock tighter, and the sound he lets out is almost like a sob. He has a vice-like grip on the sides of the tub and you wrap your legs around his, holding him down and in place. Marcus’ chest begins to rise and fall more swiftly with his unsteady breaths and the water of the bath moves choppily around you. 

You press a soft line of kisses up his neck. “I’ve got you. Let go for me, baby,” you say, voice firm. “Now.” You bite down on his shoulder, and with a sharp exhale, he does.

Marcus’ body goes tense as he moans your name, and you feel his release overcome him completely. You pump your fist two, three more times, and then he goes completely boneless in your arms.

You release his cock, wrapping both arms around his chest, pressing soft kisses all along his neck and shoulders. “Yes, Marcus,” you praise, “that was so beautiful, baby. You did so well.”

He says your name again, softly, and you tighten your arms around him. You know he’ll need a few minutes to come back, to swim back upwards through the pleasure and relaxation and release. “I’ve got you, baby.” Your voice is low, meant just for him. “Take your time.”

You whisper and murmur soft praises to him as he drifts, and you feel his arms twitch as he starts to come back to himself. The water is still warm, but you know you’ll need to get out soon. Slowly, you release your hold on him and smooth your hands along his arms. You carefully encourage his hands to let go of the sides of the tub, gently massaging his palms as he does. 

When he sits up slightly and turns to look at you, you smile. “Hello there,” you greet him, and he smiles back.

This Marcus is so different from the one who met you at the airport. He looks well-rested, with all the cares of the world lifted from his shoulders. His brow is soft, his eyes warm as he looks at you. The soft smile that plays at his mouth is so handsome it takes your breath away.

“Hello, love,” he says, and leans in to kiss you. “Welcome home,” he murmurs against your lips, and you smile.

“Thank you,” you say between kisses. “Next time, we won’t let it get that bad, hmm? And you’ll talk to me. And tell me the truth.”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, love. I promise. I got so lost in my own head. All I could do was wait for you to come back.”

You run your hand through his hair gently, before bringing it down to rest against his cheek. “We’ll talk about it later, alright? But I think I know how I want you to show me just how sorry you are.” You let a bit of teasing enter your voice, but you know he knows you’re serious.

He leans into your hand. “Anything, love,” he breathes, and his desperation to please you makes you smile again.

“Well, baby,” you tighten your grip on his hair and smile when he gasps and leans into it. “I’m going to go lay on the bed, and you’re going to dry off and meet me there.” You kiss him and nip softly at his bottom lip. “And then you’re going to make me come with your mouth as many times as I want until I tell you to stop.”

He shudders in expectation and smiles. “Yes, love,” he breathes. He watches, wide eyes tracking your every move as you stand from the tub. “Please.”You smile and lead him towards the bedroom. My perfect man.

...

a/n: thoughts? lol

[princeescaluswords]

Egotism?

Since Amazon Prime started streaming Teen Wolf again, I'm seeing a resurgence of takes that drive me crazy.

Such as this gem: "Scott demonstrates his egotism by trying to have a fluffy romance with Allison in Season 1."

I mean, I shouldn't have to explain why this take is just dumb. It must be due to either inattention, racism or misogyny. Most likely, it is a combination of all three.

A werewolf attacks Scott in the woods; another werewolf (who doesn't bother to explain that he is not the monster who bit him) suddenly says that they're family. Does Derek take the time and effort to get to know Scott and explain how his life has changed? No.

He lures Scott out into the woods on Scott's first full moon with Allison's jacket.

He breaks into Scott's house, assaults him, and threatens to kill him.

When finally forced to tell Scott about the alpha (Uncle Peter), he conceals information and says that if Scott doesn't do what he says, Scott will kill everyone he loves unless the alpha kills him first.

He also demands that Scott treat Allison as an enemy, a girl who doesn't know that werewolves exist and who was 7 to 11 years old when Derek's house burns down, because Derek was deceived by Kate, but he won't explain that to Scott, he just insists that he has the right to tell a boy he had never met three weeks ago how to live his life.

Who's the egotist again?

And we're not even talking about Peter Hale. Scott was so self-centered to spend time learning how to anchor himself so he wouldn't kill those he love or trying to fight off Peter, who threatened to turn his mother, who kidnapped Stiles, and literally mind-controlled Scott into killing his friends.

Or they talk about how Scott's desire to date a girl is somehow an insult towards Stiles, Scott's best friend, because if you have a best friend, you can never have any other friends, right? After all, Scott should have spent the majority of Season 1 taking care of Stiles's problems. What were they again?

Obviously, it was about Scott not somehow enabling Stiles's and Derek's epic romance which consists of insults, death threats, and Derek bouncing Stiles's head off a steering wheel.

I can see how Scott and Allison's romance was so cloying. They were nice to each other! They cared about each other's feelings! They did things together! So gag-worthy. Now, about the nightmare hallucinations of Scott killing Allison or Allison breaking up with Scott because he lied to her about werewolves or Allison's dad running Scott over with a car, twice or Allison shooting him with exploding flash arrows, why would we want to watch all that fluffy stuff?

I mean I suppose you could call Scott an egotist if you insist he should only exist to service the needs of white male characters like Derek and Stiles and Peter. If you want to dehumanize him enough to say that it doesn't matter that he was transformed into a werewolf against his will, beaten, blackmailed, or being physically and mentally violated; nothing should keep him from being the Hale Family minion or Stiles's servant. I mean, you can do it if you hold your nose enough to overcome the stench. But it's possible, since Scott never acted selflessly in Season 1.

Unless you count him stealing a bullet from Allison's house to help Derek not die in Magic Bullet (1x04).

Unless you count him stopping Derek from killing Deaton in Heart Monitor (1x06).

Unless you count him going to get the keys from the janitor's corpse in Night School (1x07).

Unless you count him (and Stiles) engaging in a high-speed chase to save Derek from the Argents in Wolf's Bane (1x09).

Unless you count him stealing a necklace from Allison's house to help Derek (again!) in the same episode.

Unless you count him stopping Derek from murdering Jackson in Co-Captain (1x10).

Unless you count him rescuing Derek from Kate in Code Breaker (1x12).

My, that's a lot of things you have to NOT COUNT in order to say Scott never did anything for anyone else.

It's 2025 and I can't believe I have to defend Scott from charges of egotism when these people can't even explain why a victim has to put the wants of the people who attacked him before his own wants.

[allastoredeer]

Hello there! I want to gift this offer to the bottom Alastor god above. (you)

May we all follow you and worship you for your amazing gift to this world that is called bottom Alastor content.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56124580/chapters/142562617

The offer I shall give to you is a smutty radiostatic fic.

Containing: Vox owning Alastor's soul, obsessive Alastor and Vox, dubious consent, an amazing world set up for this little au and lots of smut. If i'm correct (its been a while since I read this fic) it has power bottom Alastor, but if it is top Alastor it certainly doesn't feel like top I can assure. More a dominant bottom.

And as the god of bottom Alastor is there food left up there in heaven? (hell)

We shall end this prayer with a thank you for your service for bottom Alastor. Amen.

I'm answering at once. Sorry for taking so long to get around to it. But that's only given me more time to gather fics for ya'll.

Being referred to as the bottom Alastor god is such high praise considering I haven't posted a single bottom!Alastor fic (yet). T.T Thank you for the delicious offering! I think I actually started reading the fic recced! I'm excited to pick it up again!

Here's some bottom Al fics! I'll mark which pairings they are for those looking for a specific ship! (KEEP IN MIND: I enjoy reading dark content, so a lot of my recs might be Dead Dove. I will also mark which ones those are for those who prefer lighter fics).

A lot of these first ones are AppleRadio cuz I joined the AppleRadio server and have found so many good fics through it. There will be more StaticRadio as we go.

Cool to the Touch by StripestheBoar (AppleRadio - Omegaverse)

Super recent fic posted just a few days ago and there's only 1 chapter so far, but I'm a sucker for Alastor hiding his omega-status and it being found out. Super excited for the next chapter!

Smoothing Things Over by StripestheBoar (AppleRadio - Dead Dove)

Alastor is in a relationship with Lucifer and things are great, up until Lucifer finds out about the deal Alastor made with Lucifer. Definitely read the tags. The Alastor whump is real.

Say It Like You Mean It by issu (Issushaim) (StaticRadio - Check Tags)

Vox finally has Alastor in every way he wants, until he realizes this isn't what he wanted at all. Fantastic. Loved it. Made me feel so many things.

Cursed by the Unholy Spirit by Anonymous (AppleRadio - Dead Dove)

Alastor keeps having strange dreams and his shadow is acting sketchy. The ending gave me chills. I felt as on edge as Alastor.

Not Yours, But Not Mine by TheValravn (AppleRadio)

Love the characterization of Lucifer here. He's got that dark undertone that I've been craving in fics. Fantastic. Love it.

Through the Broken Mirror by Anonymous - as well as its sequel Poisoned Apple (AppleRadio)

If any of you have been wanting a dark!Lucifer fic, these are the fics for you. Oh my god, I can't wait for it to update. It's been scratching that dark!Lucifer itch so well.

Favors for Favors by The OwOSheep (AppleRadio)

Another fantastic dark!Lucifer fic. This was actually rewritten before the season 1 dropped and hhhhhh its so good. Love the pre-show Lucifer characterization.

Wrong Recipient by Anonymous (AppleRadio)

Lucifer and Alastor get whammied with an aphrodisiac. Nuff said.

Witching Hour by bakunawa_moon (AppleRadio)

Alastor and Lucifer meet up in the kitchen late at night, shenanigans ensue.

Loves Godawful Lawlessness by dddaikon (StaticRadio)

These two are so complicated. Both of them. They drive me insane and I love it.

Singing That Twisted Praised by MothballMilkshakes (AppleRadio)

Alastor with a praise kink. This is exactly how I imagine Alastor's praise kink would be. It's so good.

Sturdy Railing by ohdeercoffee (StaticRadio)

Alastor's in heat. Unaware of this, Vox traps in him in a cage. I think you know where this is going.

Hot Blooded by titantic_trash (AppleRadio)

Lucifer (consensually) hypnotizes Alastor into having a mating cycle.

It Was An Itsy Bitsy, Tweeny Weeny... by Princeliest (StaticRadio)

Fem!RadioStatic. Vox gets Alastor to wear a bikini >:3

Do We Have A Deal, Then? by sunnybriefs (StaticRadio)

Definitely check the tags on this one but oh my god O.O I'm obsessed with the characterization and backstory of these two, this fic has me hooked, and I rush to read it whenever it updates.

Harlem Sunset by Kyprish_Prophetess (StaticRadio)

I don't actually think this has smut in it, but its one of my favorite StaticRadio fics and I will always recommend it.

Losing Control by lelepandewritium (RadioHusk)

Sneaking a RadioHusk in here because this ship also intrigues me.

The Art of Overcompensation by Princeliest (StaticRadio - Omegaverse)

Another one of my favorite StaticRadio fics

Jerk My Leash by MixkaRules18 (StaticRadio)

If Alastor were into pet play, this is how I imagine it'd be. Loved reading it.

I Want Your Violence, Your Silent Sedation by spoondrifts (StaticRadio)

This doesn't have smut, but ohhhhh my god it's so chilling.

Rose In My Hand by Binturong Rose (StaticRadio)

Aftercare and gentle sex T.T My weakness

Keep Running For The Sink by Binturong Rose (StaticRadio)

First times <3 <3 I'm so grateful to the Hellaverse NSFW Week.

Don't Touch That Dial by Sparkling Ganymede (StaticRadio)

Another one of my favorite StaticRadio fics. Divorced StaticRadio is so funt o read.

A Bad Deal by Green_Ghostwriter (StaticRadio)

The owner of Alastor's soul gets furious with him and transfers ownership of him to Vox in punishment.

The Contract by Turkaholic (StaticRadio)

Alastor and Vox need to get along. They draw up a contract (¬‿¬)

Software Update by StripestheBoar (StaticRadio - Dead Dove)

Vox giving Alastor's brain a reboot.

This list is getting super long so I'll stop it here for now (~˘▾˘)~ enjoy the fic!!

[mustaineesmio]

Barduil Fic List

Hey, I'm a massive Barduil fan and I haven't seen a list of fic recommendations so I'm taking matters in my own hands. I'll update it with more fics as I keep reading and liking new ones lol

Crimson

Explicit - Collection of two fics.

Summary in Ao3:

Part 1 : "The night before the battle Thranduil invites Bard back to his tent in Dale and the two kings share in each other’s company."

Part 2: "The Elvenking and the Dragonslayer find each other after the battle. Thranduil invites Bard to his halls where, this time, he can have things his way."

Stay

Explicit - It's part of a collection, maybe I upload the rest of it here but I haven't read those yet. Teasing Thranduil, kind of dominant Bard, he's trying to not get intimidated by the King lol.

Summary in Ao3:

“Maybe I wanted an excuse to keep you here.” Thranduil said it like a challenge, a slight glint in his eyes.

“Do kings need an excuse? I thought they just ordered.” Thranduil’s eyes were ghosting over his face, neither of them worrying about not staring anymore – not that Thranduil had ever seemed worried about that.

OR: Thranduil and Bard continue their discussions long after Bilbo and Gandalf leave the Elvenking's tent. Bard begins to find the elf more and more interesting and enticing.

Zigzag our way through the boredom and pain

Explicit - For registered users only. This fic is SO good y'all 😭 really hot power play and negotiations between the two kings, and in a bathub, of all places. Also set before BOTFA, kind of the night before. It seems to be an interesting setting for fic authors.

Summary in Ao3:

The Elven Army comes bearing much needed food, Thranduil wants to play politics, the Master of Laketown is drunk and Bard would like to be left alone, thank you very much.

50% politics, 50% porn. 100% pure power play.

Incarnadine

Explicit - For registered users only. This is the fic that made me want to start this list. I love this author's depiction of Thranduil (they have their own little elf-lore), it's very creative and unique. You'll see when you read it (mind the tags), but apart from that, I like how he's portrayed as hurt, struggling with trauma and how that shows in his way of acting in front of others. And Bard is confused (as he tends to be) but very caring. Just read it to fully experience it.

Summary on Ao3:

“The dead do not give up their secrets.” “You're not dying here,” says Bard with such conviction it nearly makes Thranduil recoil. “We’ll outlast the orcs, get you to the healers’ tent.” “So I can meet my end there, instead? Your optimism is… astonishing." “You can't die, Thranduil.” Thranduil almost laughs again in his pain-hazed delirium. He is speaking with all the clarity of a drunkard, now— a comparison more apt than he'd like to admit. “Does this look like a healthy wound to you?  Every minute the contaminant remains in my body, the poison spreads. It will kill me, Dragonslayer, it does not need your permission for that.”

or: Thranduil has sex again. Bard is just trying to save his life. OR: The (accidental) wound fingering & elf marriage fic, take it or leave it.

the cherry trees and seas of bloom

Explicit - Another collection of two fics. Mild angst mixed with sweetness. Thranduil panicking and turning avoidant and Bard being the cute man he is can't keep waiting so he goes looking for him. I really really liked it, more the second part than the first (although the first is important to understand the circumstances in which they meet and their dynamic), both are great and you should give it a read.

Summary on Ao3:

Part 1:

“Bard,” and Bard tries not to think about how his name sounds carried by Thranduil's voice, slow and deep. “Tell me that we are friends.”

“I am your friend, Thranduil,” and that sounds stranger still, an old name like that on Bard's rough lips. “You'll find none truer. I have little appetite for drinking, or feuding, which is where we differ – but I admire you. Truly."

Part 2:

He writes to Thranduil once, tries to convey how grateful he is – but Bard has never been one for soft verses or poetry, cannot coax that warm feeling in his chest to turn into words on the paper. His penmanship is clumsy at best, he's not had the luxury of being taught to write in perfect, sloping lines. So the letter is ill written and ink-blotched, and Bard wonders if Thranduil would laugh to look at it.

A reply doesn't come. The ice covering Dale thaws – and Bard stops waiting.

I'll update it when I stumble upon more fics that I consider good enough to make my masterlist. And reminder that this are just my recommendations, so you may like them or not. I don't care. This is my gold.

[the-entitie]

COD men x K-9 Unit male reader

Part 1 | Part 2》》

A/n: I can speak three languages, only one of which borrow German words, so forgive me for shitty translations. I'm from the RSA, so you know. Not any of the boys hometown.

Reader works with a K-9 unit and his partner is called Mutt who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, the reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with him.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Left: American Akita and Right: Long-haired Doberman

John Price: (740 words)

-He met you first, saw you first. Hell, he verified your file so he knew of your old teammates that turned because of the torture, and he knew of the many years you spent MIA. He also knows what you did to get out. So he keeps you close and keeps an eye on you. He's the one who needs to clear you for this recon mission. It will be his fault if another team mate goes rogue. -It only take him a few minutes to see how much you actually relay on Mutt, it takes him days to see its not reliance, no the two of you act in a cemented trust between you two. From the interactions at home base to the way you both move like a well oiled machine on the field, it doesn't take a genius to see that Mutt is a deadly force with training that makes the hound that much more dangerous. Price comes face to face with that realization when he sees just how far Mutt can throw a soldier four times their size. And Mutt came up to his thighs, mind you. -Time and space are all Price really needed to trust you completely. He knew how you acted with Mutt, and therefore, he knew how you would act around a team you trust. It doesn't take him long to see its not only Mutt who reacts to you. You react just as much based on your K-9. Price nearly shoots you when you call out to Mutt because you didn't whistle for the hound. You howled, and he could hardly tell it apart from the wild dogs he's heard out in the desert. He didn't even understand what the fuck you where doing until he heard something answer you, in the same rumbling call. It took a lot more time to get used to those kinds of noises from you. He could expect them from Mutt but not when it's you who makes them -Both of you were exhausted, been about three long days on your feet with little sleep, that's when he asks you how you make the sounds Mutt does. Hell he even starts trying to learn them just to know how you and you K-9 partner work better. "So I just cup my hands and what now Riot? I Grunt?" "No," you laugh at him, he doesn't feel patronized by it, "you hold your hands around your mouth and just bark, makes it echo like a dog." He sounded more like a mountain lion then canine when he actually gave it a try. You teach him how to pitch it up a bit, and how to drag the call out properly. "And you don't use your hand because?" "Because I'm used to it, and can make the 'echo' without my hands. I still do when I howl. Look." A few nights pass before he uses it to scare a tango shitless out side of the enemy base. He doesn't admit it but he likes 'talking' to the local wild dogs with you. He even enjoys hearing you and Mutt go off at each other because it means your both alive and still here. -Out side of the field and when you two go out to roam the town at the dead of night, he comes to see that the canine noises you and Mutt share gives you peace. The kind he used to find in cigars and smoke. He gets it, he knows that some people just have a vice. When you find him smoking alone behind his own home, he shrugs it off and blames it on the smoke detectors. He doesn't say that he stops to make your K-9 more comfortable in his home. He doesn't stop smoking but he tries to avoid it for your sake. You only corner him around a day or so to thank him. He won't admit to the red flaring up on his ears, but he tells you to drop it. -If he's ever the one who finds you when your having an attack, he will guard you. Get you safe and comfortable then he will become a gruff mother bear and be completely over protective of you. He only calms down when he sees that Mutt already does that, and he learns what can help you, what to look out for. He won't admit it though.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: (734 words)

-Ghost didn't like you at first. or well he doesn't like anyone actually but he didn't like you. -You had a dog breed that was originally made for bear bating and he hated that he knew that. Even if you didn't get the hound because of that. Well, that and Mutt is constantly muzzled. It took you explaining it was required by law for him to try and ignore it. -But when he watches how fluidly you and Mutt work together, even seeing the raw fucking power that dog has when Mutt tackled an enemy to the ground, he starts to understand why you have to keep Mutt muzzled. Even if he didn't like it. -Simon has an ex-military dog at home so he knows how to act around an active working dog. He's the best to be around if you don't want people petting or trying to do anything really with your K-9 partner. -when at the base afterwards he sees that the dog isn't just a working dog but acts like you service dog. Everything from crowd control to doing small tasks for you on the daily. To siting between your legs when you have your back to anyone when doing a task to protect you. Mutt will even start doing this quiet sort of 'rueff' sound that will make you get out of where ever you are without any fanfare, you will just disappear. -He only finds out why a lot later. He feel kind of stupid for missing it after the fact. -Its the scars that cross your back and over your shoulders, the hitches of thick skin around your jaw. You are a torture survivor. So suddenly he gets it. Mutt is your safety, the dog wears a muzzle because your K-9 partner is also a person protection dog. -After he realized the why you stick to your partner so closely, he would begin to help Mutt protect you. He would stand ahead of you when Mutt would lay down to create space (crowd control). Ghost would watch your back and react with your partner to help you. -He takes his mask off when you two are either alone or when your are forced to show your scares he shows some of his to help you feel more comfortable. -you start to notice it, and at first you would try to stop him but eventually you just start protecting him back. You become more comfortable around him. Simon notices it to. -One day after a few days straight of being on your feet, both you and Simon end up passed out in his private quarters. Ghost wakes first to see Mutt cuddle against you and draped across him, when ever he tried to move the dog, they would just growl and to his utter amusement you growled back. -After that he gets you to 'talk' to Mutt any time he can, even on missions. - Ghost was the one who told you and Mutt to bark at each other to distract the enemy when on a recon mission. "Copy Riot, we need an in" "Need an in, copy. Any ideas for that L.t?" "Yeah, Riot go off and make some noise with Mutt" "Seriously?" "Yip, get going we need that data" You two got in, and yes you did start howling back and forth with Mutt in the echo trick wolves use. The enemy thought they were surrounded by cayotes. -When you eventually cuddle up with Ghost again, and Mutt yips or growls at you and you make the noise back, Simon will growl at you. It becomes a games between you to, even doing it as call outs outside of coms. Soap complains about wild dogs once and now Simon will get Mutt vocal just to fuck with Soap. -he starts calling you dog related nicknames, your name doesn't exist anymore. Call sign? only when necessary. You are now called with doggie names. He'll call out a, "Heh, Good boy" "Come on puppy you can speak" when you go dark on coms, or just when you don't answer him. Yes he will also say things like, "What ever you say Fido" -He makes you swear to never tell a soul that he also barks back at Mutt when you two are off duty. You caught him coping a growl when playing with Mutt once. -He gets Mutt and his las to meet. Now he also makes dog sounds with you on his down time, even without you much to his old girls delight.

John “Soap” Mactavish: (616 words)

-He loves your K-9 partner from the first time Price introduces you to the team, sure he tries to be professional but the second you let Mutt go off to play out of gear he just wants to give the hound so many pets. They are just so big and have that cute angry tilt to their face! Can you blame him. -when out on the field, he loves running with two of you on missions. The adrenaline and rush and just how much faster you two are than him. He loves it. -You end up doing it with him outside of missions after a while. Hiking out in mountains and secluded valleys, it's the first time he hears you howl with Mutt. The coyotes had started, yipping over whatever they killed lower down the ridge. Mutt, who was a few paces head, had paused to howl, without thinking you howl with them. Scares Soap but he just finds it fun. -Soap being so in love with Mutt leads to just being around you a lot. He starts learning what certain movements mean to you and your dog, how a sharp left with your hand was a call to draw back or how the shift of your stance meant to take the lead. It amazed him how well you read each other. -Then he sees how you act outside of the field, how Mutt still acted like a protector, and you kept mimicking the sounds Mutt made. Especially when you were more tired. He found it cute. Hell, he loved playing with Mutt, so when you made the hound more excited, he also got just as if not more excited. -Soap loves head scratches you find out when you two are off duty and hanging out. He's on the floor with Mutt and the hound he's cuddling wines before you reach down to comfort the dog with head scritches. You miss and pet Soap instead, beside being completely flustered, he asked you to do it again.  He just starts asking you to do it more and more before you start petting him the same way you pet over your hound. -Now you start with the dog related nicknames, even over coms. Much to Soaps embarrassment and the teams delight. He nearly buckles the first time you call him a good boy, and he does when you call him a good dog. Blames it on a miss step. -He loves, loves, loves listening to you, and Mutt yap back and forth, loves even more when you go to rough houses with growls and even try pining you down one. He fails, but he doesn't care. -Soap only catches one of your attacks when it's about sun down. You're both at his place standing in the kitchen when your shoulders suddenly hitch, but you continued on as normal. Until Mutt wandered over to you, they stopped dead before making a gruff noise and jumping up onto you. Instead of getting you secluded because, of course, the hound sees Soaps house as a safe space. And Mutt will get you down, force you to sit and lower your head. "Woh, n'er knew em ta jump? Wait shit. ROIT!" He'll be right there next to you, knows what to do because of Ghosts episodes on recons. "What's it, lad? What can I do ta help 'im?" -You don't really talk about it. Sure, you explain what it was and why Mutt did that, but not the why it happened. It takes a while to admit that the scares you hide are the reason for that attack. He gets it he does, and now? Mother fucker will do dumb shit to distract you, or just talk and talk and talk. It helps, he knows it helps.

König: (764 words)

-Being a sniper, he likes the added security, the extra eyes to help watch his back. Sure, he doesn't trust you per say but he tries to be friendly none the less. -He had no idea what Mutt was trained for until he saw the both of you take down someone who made it to his vantage point. He saw how you moved like Mutt was an extension of yourself, that's how you earn his respect. -König didn't know why you had so many commands for Mutt, but most of them were cues or just situational. Most of all, the verbal commands you use are in Russian and Dutch so he can understand some of the tasks you ask Mutt to do . It kind of scares him that Mutt would know which trail was a friend and which person wasn't. He stands by that fear when he watches you set them off on a run away target. -He will only admit to himself that both you and Mutt look way to good covered in the gore from that attack. -You had to explain that that kind of training meant your partner had to be muzzled. You both get to talking that night, swapping stories of close calls, and König shyly showed you the star splattered scar on his jaw. Lifting his hood up just enough to see it before hurriedly drooping it back down. You share a few of the worse days you had as a call in search and riot guard and snippets of the scars covering your throat. -Habits begin forming. König will be a silent wall between you and crowds while Mutt would start alerting to his anxiety attacks as well. You made a joke about borrowing Mutt to him on the days off. He didn't understand the first time Mutt barked at him in a weird gruff tone before jumping up and doing it again. It's when you get him secluded and safe that you explain it to him. "Its called signaling. They can tell you when these things are going to happen or are actively happening. " "So it's to let me know?" "Yeah, for me, it's when I'm going to either for a flash back or when my paranoia forces me into a panic attack." "Flash back?" "Yes, remember that sister I told you about." -It took days for you to actually relay that story to him. How your team abandoned you, how the enemy held your sisters head above your bloody form. You explained how that caused phantom pains or flashbacks and how crippling that can be some days. -He becomes your solace after that. He would be there when you needed it. Keep people away when you couldn't look at anyone. He even began listening to Mutts alerts. He even lets you help him through the easier ones. -König called you one night when you both were off for the next few days. You could tell by the shake on his breath what was happening before he could tell you. That was when you showed him how Mutt does decompression therapy, the hound big enough to help ground him. You stayed that night, even teaching König some of the commands you use to tell Mutt how to help you. He's quick to learn them as some phrases are Dutch that you use so he can catch the meaning of some commands. -You don't call him until a long while later. It's on a mission while you two are hunkered down after a botched extraction. Or well, Mutt calls him. "Riot? Are you, Oh Scheiße! 「Shit」" "wat 「what」, ag. What can I do? Dir helfen 「Help you」, how can I help. Please let me help you. " -He ended up holding how so you couldn't hurt yourself in these attacks. It didn't feel as entrapped as you thought it would. König is so much bigger than you, but it's like he makes a physical barrier between you and the world. He helps your partner make you feel safe. It's hard to explain to anyone why your panic attacks act like that, why your mind needs pain to calm from feeling like you're dying. König will explain how his attacks can feel suffocating, and that's why his jaw and throat are so bruised most days. -Between one mission and the next, you start showing off things you and Mutt can do to him, like Mutt retrieving throne knives or how the hound can trace any sent it knows for miles. -You only bark back at Mutt one night when trapped in a safe house. Neither of you could find each other, and mutt had run off

Alejandro Vargas: (720 words)

-Learning of the terrorist stationed so close to los vaqueros' home base, Alejandro was quick to reach out. The 141 had helped him before, so he was surprised to learn of the newer recruit they called in to help them. Alejandro told Price to just bring you along. They needed the extra help honestly, as much as he refused to trust any of 141 purely on principle. They needed the help. -He met you with Ruddy on the roof of the office building, and he asked the polit to land on. When you dropped from the helicopter with the others. Mutt held to your chest before being deposited on the ground. He's seen how some of the other search and rescue units who have K-9's, but he's never seen anyone who works with their hound like you do. Alejandro is both grateful and terrified to have you fighting with him.  -Seeing you and Mutt outside the field was even more intriguing. How the two of you reacted perfectly to each other, he saw a bit of himself and Rudy in the way you two work like a well-oiled machine. He tried to play nice, be kind and calm, but when shit hit the fan? He drops it. Its only been a week before you use the recall command on Mutt to level the man they needed to interrogate. Both of you were forced to hunker down in a safe house, Alejandro making the bound man walk with little success. He asked for your help not long after the son had dipped down.  "Think he will talk?" "Not willingly if that file you circulated was true." "Any ideas?" "You aren't scared of loud noises, are you?" "Not really, why?" -When you said you could help, this isn't what he was expecting, but it was working. You had taken to standing behind the tied down guy, and whenever Alejandro could sound even remotely frustrated,  you would call out to Mutt before the dog would lunge with a snarl or harsh bark. Scared the man shitless, and he would mumble about 'de-ablo' or 'deamons' on and off. When things got too harsh, or either of you were cornered, he watched in equal parts horror and delight as you let Mutt cull those surrounding you all. Watch as you both kill together just as well as you work together. -It eventually became a joke, the whole you being a dog or sounding like one. Even when the two of you left the safe house. Hell, he started talking to you like he would your dog. Started to tease you with the same command you used on your hound. "Come on, Roit, I know you can beg better than that." "Here, cachorro cachorro cachorro [puppy puppy puppy]!" "Such a good boy, you want a treat?" "There we go, Good perro. Now sit for me." Even saying he kept treats for when you were especially well behaved. If you didn't also start laughing along he wouldn't have kept doing it and actually started keeping 'treats' on hand for you on the late nights you two would just talk on and on about nothing and everything. -Being back at the base and left to your devices, he started asking about everything Mutt could do. He would ask if you could also do the tricks and inquire about the ones you could. "Wait cariño, you can howl?" "Yeah. Wanna hear me?" "Oh more than anything." "hhhm, maybe I'll do it later." "I'm happy to beg you, but I think you would sound better begging me, cariño." "I don't beg Alejandro." "You will. And you'll sound so good doing it." "Try me," -He loved hearing you talk to Mutt. Just waiting up at night to listen to the back and forth of barking and yips that echo across the open land. Whether from far away or not, he loved it. -Alejandro is the worst when either of you get hurt. He is the worst flirt, and he lays the dog related teasing on twice as thick. Not only is Rudy swearing him out in broken Spanish, but you don't help either. Doing anything to help him stay conscious or playing along to distract yourself from the pain. Even Mutt begins to see him as safe.

More COD Boys x K-9 unit reader 》》》》

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

My Outsiders experience last night!!!

hey y'all sorry for how late i'm posting this 😭😭 i didn't think id be so tired but going to school and then all of that traveling to and from the show last night wore me outtt (slept until almost noon oopsies). i really wanted to post this right after the show when everything was all fresh in my mind but i just could not muster up the energy. that being said if you send any asks about certain things it'll probably revive my memory a little bit so i can give more details about it

anywho here it goes!!

Act 1

have to start off by saying this was suchhh a surreal moment when i sat down in the theater for the first time since ive been obsessed with the outsiders for years and years

one general thing that i will say is that for some reason i expected the stage to be like huge but when i saw how much smaller it was than i imagined it actually made me feel so much closer to the actors and more in the moment which i ended up loving!!!

another general note THERE WAS SO MUCH SPITTING IT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD

when i opened the pamphlet and saw that the only understudy was andre in place of renni for steve and i knew for certain that brody was there,,,,y'all i was freaking out

i was watching the left side of the theater for bordy for like a solid twenty minutes and i almot SCREAMED when i saw him walking down the aisle

the show started almost immediately after that which i didn't expect so it kind of threw me off guard but as soon as it started me and my friend were squeezing ech others hands so hard for like 30 minutes straight (side note my wrist is bruised thats how hard we were doing it)

brodys. vocals. OH MY GOD. i wasnt all that big on brody when i first found out about the musical but m mutuals have in fact swayed me and hearing him live. wow.

him sitting in the audience was so so SO cool

maybe i'm just delusional BUT me and my friend both swore that we saw brent looking right at our section at us during tulsa 67 and my heart started RACING brent i love you

the way the cars come on stage??? is so fucking cool????

did NOT know they dropped his notebook in the water my jaw dropped and the high-pitched ringing when he goes unconscious oh my goddddd

ace's "you wish" while holding her ass was so fucking funny

jason was being so playful with brent!! for the first like ten minutes of the show he was like smacking him with his towel nonstop; also during ggah you could see darry and soda arguing off to the side and darry looked sooo done (i could make a whole post dedicated to brents performance...maybe i will actually) and the way he flipped the bat in his hand was cool as hell; also do one dropped anything during the song!!!

soda and two-bit's little moment during ggah when soda sings "keeping the prettiest one on your arm" had me laughing so hard

runs in the family was so sad :(( but brents vocals were FANTASTIC live. and soda FOLD THE DAMN LAUNDRY!!!! HE GAVE YOU THE LAUNDRY BASKET FOR REASON DONT JUST DROP IT ON THE FLOOR you're making the poor boy upset >:(

jason was being sooo funny when he's on the bed with pony. he kept doing little voices and he was being super sweet too, he was playing with pony's hair and rubbing his shoulders the whole time. "544 FUCKING PAGES?!"

the flashlights in great expectations were such an amazing touch

POOR JOHNNY he looked so scared when his parents were fighting. also i will never shut up about how amazingly they use the sets, keeping the door open with the distant sound of his parents fighting was such a smart move

friday at the drive in was phenomenal live; cherry kept trying to get bob to follow her and he kept pulling away, bob looked so done with it when cherry and chet started dancing, marcia was like alll over tripp on the hood of the car and then chet and (i think?) paul were just laying all cute on the car together; plus THE DANCE BATTLE OH MY GOD???? i cant remember if it was steve or two-bit (my brain wants to say two-bit tho) but one of them started thrusting into the ground and my jaw was on the floor

i could talk to you all night...the vocals...so beyond honored to hear emma and brody get to harmonize like that right in front of me

kwp your acting HOLY HELL!!! he genuinely made me jump when he started yelling at cherry. "is there a problem here, robert?" "EAT SHIT MARCIA!"

"cherry valance" "NO SHIT!!!"

brent's anger during ritfr was sooo beyond palpable, he made me jump when he threw the bills at soda. also jason was so good at looking dejected, picking up everything and putting it back ont he table than trying to hold darry back from pony

far away from tulsa made me cry for the first time during the show!!

THE CARS AGAIN OH MY GOD!!! and the drowning scene?? the sound of pony screaming under the water??? the lights going out as bob dies and flashing before it cuts to him bloody in the fountain???? beyond phenomenal

run run brother you will always be famous to me. the boards acting as trains??? oh my god

Act 2

jft was one of the songs i was most excited to see live and it was BRILLIANT i loved the flashlights. also marcia holding back from cherry...oughhhh my heart. TWO-BITS SCREAM BROKE MY HEARTTT. and emma's opt-up!!! beautiful

general note since i don't know where to add this DAN BERRY I LOVE YOU!!!

death's at my door had me SOBBING

once again brent's anger in his fight with dally was amazing, and then the direct lead in into titt oughhhh

titt also had me sobbing by the end oh my god

the poem scene was beautiful, i was taken back to being ten years old and rewinding that scene of the movie a million times and to see it live in front of me? an honor

"ITS GOLD LOCKS AND HER UGLY SISTER!" dally was hilarious this whole scene

soda's letter...brent finishing the last line...just kill me why don't you

dally was IN johnny's face during their argument he was sooo angry i was not expecting that

when i saw pony throw the cigarette i was just kind of like "oh he threw the cigarette" and then a few seconds later i was like WAIT WAIT NOOO

THE FIREEEEEE. IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO COOL OH MY GODDDDDDD

hoods turned heros vocals were AMAZING. also darry looked so happy and proud of pony and it made me all teary

hey so. so who was going to tell me that dally carries in johnny's body like that. also he was right, johnny looked so small :(

hopeless war was DEVASTATING. that's the end.

i will forever love the lead in to trouble, the song is short but so underrated. "once a greaser always a greaser" darry marry me now

loved watching kwp and sky sneak onto the stage during the rumble

SPEAKING OF THE RUMBLE. THE FUCKING RUMBLE???? I WILL N E V E R SEE SOMETHING AS COOL AS THAT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN. THE LIGHTING?? THE RAIN?? THE SOUNDS??? THEIR FACES BEING TERRIFIED COVERED IN BLOOD??? PONY ALMOST HITTING JOHNNY THEN STOPPING????? KILL ME NOW OH MY GOD

"pony...pony...come closer" y'all i am not exaggerating that when he's in the bed, johnny sounds like a scared little boy it broke my heart. also soda calling johnny buddy hurttt me :(

when johnny died my fucking heart BROKE. ace was in the background clutching her hair and full on SOBBING. pony on the ground??? and i saw other people say that jason goes to hold pony but at least for this show he liked sat behind pony and pulled in down so that they were both like laying on the ground with pony on top of him. pony pulling away too......:(

joshua boone the fucking MAN THAT YOU ARE. little brother only made me keep crying twice as hard as before. and guys. GUYS. JOSHUA BOONE, A FULL GROWN MAN, WAS SOBBING LIKE A LITTLE BOY THE WHOLE SOG. WHENEVER HE WASN'T SINGING YOU COULD HEAR HIM AUDIBLY SOB AND HIS WHOLE FACE CRUMBLED. HE CAME AND STOOF IN FRONT OF MY AREA DURING THE BREAK IN THE SONG AND JUST CURLED IN ON HIMSELF AND STARTED SOBBING. MY HEART.

his death scene....when pony starts talking about his death and he stands in the lights of the train, pony isn't talking super loud and you could hear josh whimper and his face crumble again and he just kept doing it over and over again like he was STILL crying from the song while he was dying

the dinner scene hurt like a BITCH. one of my favorite moments int he whole show was when brent walked over to the tv to shut it off and the whole stage was just silent. it really amplified the tension

pony beating on darry's chest :( and then brent was crying so fucking hard and then JASON was crying so fucking hard. and then cherry walking in and them both tryign to act normal. speaking of cherry the voice she uses to talk to pony HURT. ME. WHEN SHE'S ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HE DOESN'T ANSWER AND SHE JUST GOES "okay." I WAS CRYINGGGG. and then another fav moment was when she leaves and her, darry and soda all say bye, they were all so quiet about it and it felt so natural

PONY. CLUTCHING THE CLOTHES. BURYING HIS FACE IN THEM??? SODA STARTING TO READ THE LETTER TO PONY???????????

stay gold. i have no words. it was fucking beautiful and i sobbed like a baby.

also like i said i could make a wholeee post just on brent, but i need to say this now. BRENT. WAS SITTING AT THAT TABLE FOR A SOLID LIKE TEN MINUTES. JUST SOBBING. he kept looking like he was trying to compose himself like sucking in big breaths, but then his lip would quiver and his face would just crumble and the tear would start up again and and AUGHHHHHHHH it hurt so so so bad

pony saying his writing probably wasn't any good. "can I read it?" DARREL CURTIS YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART!! and also soda's "am i in it :)?" and when pony says darry's in it too and darry goes "oh great." the whole crowd was laughing and then him telling pony to make sure he has great hair in the book so so funny

not enough people laughed at the green beans scene and it made me sad >:(

when pony looks at johnny during the finale...and then johnny looks at dally and they smile at each other....ohhhh my god

also when pony started singing about dally it broke my heart ESPECIALLY since i didn't know dally sings that part too

side note when it was a little ways into the finale song and darry and soda are still eating at the table, brent winked at jason and when jason turned i could see im smiling a little bit. i think it was brent's way of checking in wih jason and making sure he was okay, it was super cute tho

overall the finale song was fantasticccc

Stagedoor!!

andre came out first, he was super super sweet!!

then victor came out, he was also awesome!!!

y'all....when rj walked out i almost SCREAMED. he's the only one that i got a good pic with (its fine tho cuz my friend got pics of everyone else) but when he was signing my book he went "what's uppppp :)" and i was ready to fucking EXPLODE my heart was racing. and then my friend's mom manage to get a pic of him smiling at me with this big ass grin and i'm not even goign to lie i keep going back and looking at the picture every few hours my heart is full omg

next up was kwp and let me tell you guys...if i was fangirling over rj i dont even know what to say about me with kwp i was on another LEVEL. he is very very pretty and his voice is insanely charming when he's talking and he looked me in my eyes and i just.....yeah i'll never be normal about this

last up was josh boone and i was also geeking out so hard. he was like "what's going on :)?" and he was super nice, he made sure to get a pic with me after signing everyone's stuff around me and reassured me that he didn't forget about me like halfway through the signings he was just super super nice

okay guys this post is LONGGG but i had sooo much to say (and i still have more to say sooo...spam the inbox if you want more details bc i am MORE than happy to yap about it!!) overall i just feel so beyond honored to watch this happen live in front of me after spending years and years of my life in love with the outsiders. me and my friend are trying to go back soon and sit front row :)

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Pleas more thoughts on santimarc 🙏

Santi x MArc! (Some bits NSFW)

I checked. There are like 2 fics, and one of them isn't even santi x marc endgame :((((((((( so sad

Based on this!!!

Okay, so firstly, I was talking yesterday about how we need more sub marc fics, and I think these guys are kind of perfect for that dynamic because of the trust?? Immaculate.

So some ideas

1.

This one has just come to me, but the idea of Marc being really sub-like in normal interactions and Santi clicks on when Marc doesn't.

Approx 2017-18, maybe??

Thinking about him praising Marc and his eyes go all wide and glossed over. I'm thinking about Marc being a little shit, maybe because he doesn't love certain elements of the bike in testing. Santi ordered him to shut up and get on with it, or tellS him to sit quietly and Marc's jaw goes slightly slack and his just obeys??? Subspace, hello, nice to meet you (I love putting marc there, can you tell? It's not my fault when he looks like THAT)

Santi is having a breakdown over it because, ugh, yes, Marc is clearly attractive, but wdym he obeys perfectly and looks like that when he's doing it and suddenly Santi realises that he has rather a lot of complicated feelings towards Marc and the tip one is insane sexual attraction.

(Cue breakdown because marc is much younger and his rider, etc etc, etc, and santi is like FUCk)

(No wives or gf in this universe - I dont do cheating fics, can't even read them - bad experience, lol)

Anywaysss marc knows he's been attracted to santi for years - did someone say older and attractive man???? At first, he doesn't think much of his need to obey. Maybe he just thinks it's respect. ExcePt, then he gets turned on ? Or his brain slips to it whilst he's getting off, and he's like SHIT. This is the first time he's felt like this? Like he just wants to do whatever santi says!!!! But he's marc, he just takes it in his stride. Meanwhile, poor santi has been going through it for weeks, and marc hasn't even realised it. He absentmindedly says he likes being bossed around a bit - santi has an aneurysm

Feel like there's a real possibility for marc to make santi jealous (accidentally) because santi doesn't act on his feelings because, duh? I need a plot. So Marc is like well this dynamic is new so I'm going to go find someone who will boss me around and fuck me hard and fast and dominating. (And think about santi the whole time shush)

Santi LOSES IT when he finds out - that is the tipping point of their relationship - also when they start fucking because Santi becomes really possessive (night out? Maybe? Marc trying to find someone to fuck him, chatting up a guy before santi comes and grabs his hips. Marc complaining that he scared the guy off when he wanted to get fucked. Santi tells him to shut up and be good, and marc FINALLY realises, takes in Santi's expression, his heated gaze, and Oh. It's not not doing things for marc - so he turns on the charm, gets santi to take him to his hotel

It's only fair since you scared off my guy")

Mind-blowing sex occurs. I'm not sure if they'd take ages to sort out feelings or if it would be easy. Hmmm. Maybe some more thoughts are needed for this. But I do love the idea.

2. More about the original idea

So it's set in across the seasons.

Back in, say, 2013-14 santi adores marc, but it's only a little crush, and he would NEVER. EXCEPT as marc gets older (and more attractive) and more famous, santi feels like his chances keep falling. So he compartmentalises. They are just friends, they will stay jusy friends. He will be happy to watch marc rise to the top.

It nearly breaks him when marc breaks his arm, he pleads with marc not to be stupid, not to ride through the pain. They fall out over it. Marc eventually apologises but it's tense.

This whole time, marc thinks nothing will ever happen (maybe even thinks Santi's straight or just has not romantic feelings for marc). Meanwhime santi is trying desperately to hide his attraction. Does think marc would ever like him back. Because why would marc want his older race engineer.

It hurts when marc leaves. But santi is so amazed by marc, just loves to swe him glow again in 2024. It aches that they aren't as close. That he doesn't get marc near.

Jump to 2025. After the thai gp. They find each other. Hug scene from irl. All is good santi has made peace with never having marc but watching him glow from afar.

But then Marc kisses him- chaos ensues

Misunderstandings because santi is like

"I can't" (it'll hurt too much to only have you tonight"

And marc interprets it as "i don't love you like that"

You know the usual?

So yes, and na eventually happy ending !!!!

What do we think???