#Anyways this drove me insane in the best possible way

[shiny-airplane]

So is Ryu's part in Mercy on Me about his caretaker or am I just insane

[im4rmy]

your first time together - chenle (idol AU)

IMAGINE: he picks you up after your match and he's a sucker for your volleyball jersey.

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• "hi baby! how are you?"

• chenle couldn't even answer because you barged in his car with your fucking jersey on, white knee-socks and that damn ponytail.

• "you didn't c-change your clothes?" "oh- sorry, when you texted me about tonight i was already at the gym and i didn't have spare clothes with me... is this a problem? do i smell bad?"

• chenle laughed and leaned towards you to leave a soft peck on your lips. "no, you're perfect"

• he took a deep breath turning on the engine and trying to ignore his raging and sudden boner.

• you and him were dating for a month now and you did something... you were equally non-virgin but on the low-experience side, so you two had fun with A LOT of foreplay. but not sex yet.

• "sorry to not be able to watch the match, practice took longer than we expected" "it's okay, we won even without our favourite fanboy"

• while you started to yap about the match, chenle drove to the drive-through to get your dinner. no fancy restaurant tonight and you noticed he was more quiet than usual.

• you waited for him to park in a deserted parking lot before speaking. "what's wrong?" "mh?"

• "you're not talking" "that's because i'm listening"

• you scoffed and took a bite of your cheeseburger. "are you mad at me for something?"

• chenle almost chocked on his food before looking at you. "no! why?" "BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT TALKING CHENLE"

• he flinches and watches you with big eyes, but then he snorts and relax against the car seat in defeat. "you got me a boner"

• you look down at his pants and then up at his face. "how did i do it?" "your jersey" "ah, got it. mh can i finish my burger first?" "of course"

• you two dive into your dinner chatting as usual, with him shifting in his seat every once in a while, but the moment you wipe your mouth after finishing your well deserved meal- he's on you, smashing his lips on yours and holding you by gripping the back of your head.

• you laugh and push yourself on top of him, straddling his lap while he pulls his seat all the way back to make room for you. you pull up his hoodie and take it off, drooling over his arms and starting to massage them.

• he smiles knowingly and flexes them, making you laugh. "what will it be tonight?" "i was thinking that maybe tonight can be the night"

• you look at him in disbelief. "you can't be serious" "oh- i'm sorry. i didn't want to-"

• "you're telling me-" "y/n i'm sorry, i didn't mean-" "i'm speaking"

• you shut him up putting a finger on his mouth. "you're telling me that the first time i don't stand in front of my closet for an hour and don't spend the entire day putting my make-up on and doing my hair to look my best for your expensive ass- the first time i look like THIS and we're in a fucking car... YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?"

• he looks up at you with big and shocked eyes and nods. you scoff. "you're something else, i swear"

• he flashes you one of his wonderful smiles and you can't keep a straight face anymore. you shake your head and start to kiss him again lowkey grinding on him.

• he growls and takes a hold of your waist to press you down on him more. "shit. c-can you take off only your pants?"

• "do you really want to fuck me only in my jersey top?" "and the knee-socks, yes please"

• you snort and bite his lower lip, making him moan, but then you satisfy him anyway, taking off your shorts as less clumsly as possible in that position.

• chenle doesn't think about it twice and sneaks his hands in your wet panties making you mewl in pleasure. he watches you shamelessly riding his fingers while holding his shoulders for stability. "you're gorgeous"

• you open your eyes and look at him: he's insanely handsome and you can see the honesty in his gaze, the excitement and the love you know he feels towards you. you kiss him deeply, distracting him from his work between your legs.

• and while he's lost in your soft tongue, your hands find the zip of his jeans and pull it down. you free his still hard boner by lowering his boxer just enough.

• you hear him take a deep breath to calm himself down and you smile, caressing his cheek. "are you alright?" "it's you... of course"

• then you move aside your underwear and finally sit on him, making both of you gasp loudly at the contact. you start to ride him slowly to be able to feel him properly.

• he holds your sides and then your thighs, your arms, your hands, your breasts under your jersey, your ass... he's everywhere, you feel him in you, under your skin, in your mouth. you're overwhelmed with pleasure.

• neither of you speaks, you both just moan and whimper and sigh and curse under your breath, until the windows of the car start to fog.

• you feel your orgasm approach and you increase the pace of your pelvis and you feel chenle shaking under you. "oh- god. y/n i'm- shit"

• you meet his hips one last time before feeling him twitch inside of your clenching walls and you cum together, holding each other tightly.

• "wow" "i agree"

• you melt on his chest and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

• "you'll never come again to one of my game" "that's called cruelty and i'm against violence, you should know that"

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other chenle's chapters:

bf!chenle scenario

chenle - when you first met

chenle - your first time together ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you're here!

OT7 chapters:

your contact names in each other's phone

his favourite part of your body

when he hurts you during sex by accident

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[honestlyanowl]

Been thinking too hard about library sex with Powder, your praising her through silent whispers and accidently mumble an "i love you" augh end me <3

Content: nsfw - silent public sex, praise, soft sex, bottom powder, dom fem! reader, fingering, situationship

You found yourself day dreaming again, pen hovering over the lined paper below your eyes.

And yet, you couldn't will yourself to write the next section of your essay.

You couldn't get- Powder out of your mind.

Her very essence had leeched itself onto your thought process.

The way she spoke, the way she walked with a little hop in her step, the way her eyes sparkled whenever she smiled, the way her foot tapped when she tried to concentrate.

The list went on... you were head over heels; that much was obvious by now.

But who could be so dearly in love with their best friend?

Someone you'd grown up with, someone who'd made it clear she only thought of you platonically.

Accept for when she didn't, how the back of your hands would brush together when you two stood close enough, the subtle glances, the small hearts she'd secretly scribble on your homework... god, the mixed signals drove you insane.

So, you just... sort of sat there, conflicted with your emotions.

Powder sat beside you, neatly writing down notes from an earlier lesson she'd recorded a week prior.

You could smell the enchanting fragrance of her perfume as it occasionally wafted your way.

It was like a glimpse of heaven every time.

Maybe it was the way she was dressed, her leather dress shoes, with laced socks peeking over the top.

Or her denim overalls, embroidered with flowers across the seams.

Possibly even the way she had her short length hair tucked into two rounded buns.

But something had you in a particularly clouded mood.

You couldn't stray your thoughts away from the want to reach out and- touch her, make sure her skin still held it's usual warmth.

The pure need to wrap yourself so tightly around her you'd merge together into one.

Blend in a flurry of colour.

Too far? Okay.

Powder's eyes snapped down to her lap, where one of your hands had unconsciously rested itself onto one of her legs.

It took you a second to notice, yet instead of recoiling your hand and trying to play it off like a normal human being... you rolled with it.

You were just friends anyway, right?

"Can we share notes?" You mutter with practiced ease, covering up the way your heart was practically beating out of your throat.

Powder seems to relax a little under your touch, and if you squinted... it almost looked like she had a slightly more crimson hue on cheeks.

She clicks the lead back up into her mechanical pencil and slid her notebook over to you so you could read through what she'd written so far.

You pretended to read, but in all truth couldn't manage to focus your eyes.

All you could feel was the silky smooth skin of her leg under your palm, and for a moment you thought maybe you'd managed to slide it higher, just grazing the beginning of her thigh.

"y/n..." Powder mumbles a little too quietly, her thighs pressing tightly together as her gaze flickers between your eyes and her notebook; you were oddly still.

But before she could press any further, you spoke.

"What part of the lecture was this in?" You point curiously at a random paragraph you didn't bother to pay any real attention to.

Your side vision however, catches the title.

'First topic.' in big letters, god damnit.

"Well it's-" Powder tries, gently grasping your hand, and nudging it to the bullet note.

You felt your face heat up, and if you hadn't known any better you'd think someone turned off the air conditioning.

There was no point trying to tip toe your way around this one.

It was either rejection, or- hopefully anything more pleasant.

You swiped your hand up her leg, it slipped under the first few rows of ruffles that lined her skirt.

And you managed to elicit a small shaky gasp from Powder.

She contemplated reaching down to grab your wrist, to stop you.

But she found herself frozen in place.

It didn't take long for you to realise what your were doing, you didn't want to ruin what the both of you had... after several years of friendship... you'd both been through so much together.

You didn't want to overstep, you couldn't.

But at the same time, the hunger for her; her very soul... tugged at your heart.

"Can I...?" The words leave your lips, barely audible.

You feel like your breath had been sucked from your lungs the way she looked back at you.

Not with anger, or shock like you'd religiously expected.

But instead with... an equal hunger.

Powder nods frantically, arching her back subtly to urge your hands higher, until they nudged up against her panties, the thin fabric that separated your fingertips from her aching flesh.

You were in a pretty quiet, secluded, area of the library.

So that was a plus, surrounded by two or three book shelves and several empty tables.

Seemed like a win.

"What if- we get caught...?" Powder whispers, almost rushed as her eyes are fixated on your hand, unable to see past what was under her skirt, but it gave her the ghost of some kind of reassurance.

"What if we don't?"

You reply, a finger hooking under the white laced panties that wrapped over her hips, tugging it to the side.

You could faintly smell the musky scent of her arousal, and bathed in her sharp inhales as you dragged a fingertip up her folds, gathering slick and discreetly lubricating your fingers.

Powder almost sobs as you stuff a finger into her heat.

Your spare hand slaps over her mouth as you drag the digit slowly in and out; feeling her velvety walls clamp down around you.

"Quiet now." You mutter, bathing in the way each little squeak she made stroked your ego, and the way her thighs fluttered around your hand.

Powder's eyes scanned the room, hyper aware of every little sound around them.

Including the shameful noise her pussy made when you forced in a second finger.

This one seemed harder to take than the last, she squirmed a little on the cushion, breathing heavily against your palm as her hips grinded into your touch.

"You're taking it so well..~" You coo out a gentle praise, lips attaching themselves to her neck as you press affectionate smooches along her jaw.

Fingers pumping faster.

Powder's moans muffled into your hand, she could feel the wetness lathering across her inner thighs every time you'd curl your palm onto her swollen clit.

And she could definitely feel the way her gut was tightening more, and more, with every slide of your digits.

"M'fuckk..." You groan as quietly as you can manage, eyes fluttering against the skin of her neck as you suck little hickeys onto the pale flesh. "Love you- mmn.. so much."

Powder's walls clamp down a little too abruptly, and for a moment you'd like to believe it was her at an edge, but, unfortunately for you. She'd heard that.

You almost certainly lost some colour from your face, because Powder looks like she's seen a ghost.

Did you really just let that slip out...?

"Powder I-" You recoil your fingers from her heat, not even bothering to clean the wetness off of them as your vision blurs out slightly.

"y/n... you know I'm not.." Powder's words seemed to get wedged in her throat, not what? Not gay?

You knew that part very well, you saw the way she looked at him, so why did you look at her with such a heavy heart.

You should've known this was going to happen, something like this always happens.

"We're- just.. friends, aren't we?" Powder inquires, there was an insecurity in her voice, a distant tremble.

And it broke your heart to know you caused it.

"..Yeah, just friends." You try muster an assuring smile, but it comes out more of a grimace,

"I guess it just- slipped out, sorry..."

(REQUESTS OPEN)

did the ending ruin it?? 😭😭

hope you eat this up anyway, it took me ages <3

(Might come back and edit it later to change the ending or proof read)

- Owl 🌹

[anyacad0]

I think what gets me the most about the high cloud quintet is that they were doomed from the beginning. Looking back on it, they never had any chance of individual happy endings, so of course putting them all together made things exponentially worse. The game says that they fell apart due to "a deep longing for a fallen comrade", but really, they were all so beyond hope anyway, they were basically destined for the worst possible ending. Think about it- what would have happened to each of them had they never met each other?

Jingliu watched her home be destroyed by the Abundance when she was a powerless child, and ever since then she wanted nothing more then to destroy it in return. She devoted herself to the sword, becoming the Luofu's sword champion, but even then it still wasn't enough. She either would have succumbed to mara and effectively died having never reached her goal, or sought further power like she did in canon and given up her humanity as a result.

Yingxing was very similar in that he lost everything to the Abundance when he was a child. Just like Jingliu, he wanted revenge, but his path was even more difficult than hers because of his humanity. He had to do so much more than a long-life species would to gain acknowledgement, and it's likely that on his own he either would have died quietly and unnoticed, or destroyed himself trying to gain the recognition that would allow him to take his revenge.

Jing Yuan's story seems like a happy one, at least on the surface. In the best case scenario, he'd join the cloud knights, rise through the ranks and eventually become general. He'd lead the Luofu to countless victories, and raise a successful apprentice. But even then, he'd be fighting an enemy he could never truly defeat, and would eventually die either fighting that enemy, or slain by his own pupil after succumbing to mara.

Dan Feng's ending would've been very different, though, in that it wouldn't be an ending at all. He wouldn't truly die, or go insane. Everything would stay exactly the same, and that's exactly the problem. He wouldn't die, but he'd never be able to live either. That said, although the presence of people he loved was definitely part of what drove him to turn on the Xianzhou, I think eventually he would have betrayed them regardless eventually.

Then there's Baiheng. Her presence was the ray of light, the hope that was supposed to bind all these broken lives together. Except, it only makes the whole thing sadder, because she never had a chance to begin with. She was one person. It kind of seems like a cruel joke played by fate (or, you know. the writers.) - putting her there as a way of suggesting that there might be some chance of a happy ending when it was never really a possibility.

[pepsiiwho]

Hey I’m just very curious- do you think you could expand on your thought here: “Persephone isn't a good mother and, imo, would have a very strained, tentative relationship with her actual son (and now daughter hahahahah damn....)”? It’s not a common take I’ve seen- at least in the parts of the fandom I frequented- and I’d like to know more about where you’re coming from. Like I know Nyx isn’t a good mom- particularly to Hypnos- but it’s way less common that I see people saying Persephone is a bad mom.

To be clear, I’m not disagreeing or being confrontational or anything- I’m genuinely curious to hear your thoughts. Also what’s all this about the timeline implications? I don’t have a computer to play the early access on and so I have to hear about it second hand. All to say if you could tear yourself away from Hades 2 long enough to formulate a coherent response I’d be eternally grateful.

Sure! I just got to the final boss in hades 2 so I probably need a break. Ignore the shaking and cold temperature of my skin, I'm normal! Long post under the cut!

Okay lets see, first thing: any nyx or Persephone freedom fighters out there who wanna defend their mommies or whatever do it somewhere else, I don't give af. This isn't directed at you, I just gotta cover my bases. Anyway,

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Persephone (Pers) loves zagreus, I won't say she doesn't. She lost him once and that grief drove her to leave hell entirely, leaving her husband and home behind for solitude of her own creation. You don't get grief like that unless you loved someone, or the thought of someone, deeply. But, having said that— she was gone for (functionally) all of Zagreus' childhood, adolescence and a non-zero portion of his adulthood. A charitable read of their situation was that she wasn't absentee by choice, not knowingly at least, and if she knew she would've never stayed away as another woman raised her child and her husband abused said child because of her toll on his mental. My read is that she left, abandoning her husband and baby and when Zagreus went to find her she wouldn't even come back with him. He reached out, found her, begged her to come back and she wouldn't. The reasoning for WHY is something I've forgotten honestly, I haven't played HADES story mode all the way through in years, but regardless she didn't instantly come back and will herself into her son's life. Any deniability she had was gone by that point, imo.

And let's say, for argument, she came home and instantly was heavenly and kind and loving and everything zagreus needed then— doesn't change the fact she abandoned them.

I don't think you get to be a good parent when you missed all of your child's most formative years. That sort of loss is something you don't get back, time that doesn't get to rewind just because you made a mistake. I think a common fandom take with hades fans is that the family is fractured but whole by the end and everything is okay. That's nice, I guess, but I think it's boring and uninteresting. I much prefer a read that zagreus moved heaven and hell (literally) to get to his mother and he finally got what he wanted and still wasn't satisfied. She wasn't the goddess he expect. Not the. mother he expected. She was .... something else.

Theres a degree of negligence in her actions that just are unavoidable.

Unless I'm completely misremembering the events of the first game, (which is a real possibility, me and my best friend have done so much insane HC talking over the years canon and Fanon get blurry quickly—) I think she's a bad parent. And this isn't even touching on how her absence made Hades a worse parent and abusive figure to his son. I think of that quote from... somewhere, that was something to the effect "an abused child's saddest realization is that they didn't have a normal parent and (1) abusive parent— they had (2)" Zagreus had to have thought that if she hadn't left, abandoned him, he wouldn't have to endure what he does.

As for time line mess: it's too vague. (It's funny you sent this when you did, I actually was just talking about this with my bestie, all of 15 minutes ago. You cursed me, witch)

So assuming I understood hades lore, with only the first game as our point of reference (no myth, no outside media, just the in game text) Hypnos, Zagreus, Than and Meg are around the same age. Thanatos and Hypnos are twins, meaning they're the same age and it's implied that meg grew up around the twins and zagreus as well. Zagreus openly references their shared childhood with nyx and achilles and probably other characters I forgot. But what matters is that if they grew up together that tells us one of two things:

Gods are functionally made like human children are. Not for a purpose or function but just because the parent wanted them (or had an accident) and then a aspect is applied to them at birth/conception OR

Gods are created by their parents to fulfill some sort of need that the parent didn't/couldn't/shouldn't do themselves. This seems to be the more textually supported answer, if Nyx and her fucking high school football team worth of children mean anything.

Neither option is one I like, because they don't make much sense to me in relation to humanity but that's neither here nor there. Personally, I think godhood should work like the concept of storks do in that when humanity needs a new figure to pray to or invoke, a child is 'born' and delivered to the parent. So, by this logic, the base needs of human begins would come before all else right?

So just within Nyx's family, the ages should really go Chaos > Nyx > Fates [?] > Hypnos > Than > Charon > etc etc etc. Because human beings must sleep before they die and then die before they're transported to hades and so on and so on.

But in THIS model, Hypnos and than would be considerably older then humanity and everyone else in the house, hades included. Which means they'd be far too old to have grown up which zagreus. Or maybe zagreus is way too old to be acting so childish? It's hard to say. Neither answer is particularly satisfying. That also doesn't even bring into account the olympians. And don't event get me STARTED on Melione. God. The timeline has major implications for her and her story depending on where she falls on it.

But that's a whole other rant. Like this is already getting long as shit. I hope this made sense and I'm glad you asked! I enjoy going on my senseless rambles.

Well, back to the horrors (hades 2) <3

[ghostinthegallery]

Can you overanalyze Zahndrekh and Obyron. They are my two favorite named necron characters.

Ah yes, the mad nemesor and his loyal bodyguard. The ineffable husbands of wh40k. The bond so deep you can't talk about one without the other.

First, credit to Nate Crowley for Severed the story that really drove the amazingness of this relationship home for me. Man knows how to put a space robot (and me) through the emotional ringer.

Okay, so...how about that time Obyron was about 2-5 minutes away from actually murdering Zahndrekh?

Put a pin in that, we need some background first.

Obyron and Zahndrekh are amazing because on paper I feel like the relationship between them should not work. Obyron is suffering so deeply as he watches the people around him, who he fought with and cared about, fade away. And this is a pain Zahndrekh fundamentally cannot share because Zahndrekh doesn't realize it's happening thanks to his intense denial about biotransference (sort of, put a pin in that too). Add in some command protocols and power imbalance and this should be a tragic combo but it isn't. It's possibly the most wholesome relationship in the 40k universe between two of its best characters, and I credit that to some fantastic writing.

First off, it helps that Zahndrekh is a genuinely good person (or close as 40k can get anyway). He's honorable, he has a sense of humor, he respects his enemies, and doesn't kill when he doesn't have to. He's clever, cultured, and a brilliant tactician. He's also way too trusting because he assumes everyone is as honorable as he is. That should have gotten him killed ages ago but it doesn't because of Obyron. Obyron protects him from threats immediate and more subtle. He's not just a meat shield, Obyron is shrewd and he outplays Zahndrekh's enemies politically as well as physically. And yes, it is Obyron's duty to do this. He's a vargard, he's programmed to protect his lord (because biotransference constantly finds all new ways to suck) but there's more to it than that.

Taking the pin out, let's talk about that attempted murder.

So in Severed, Obyron believes that Zahndrekh's mind has finally snapped. If someone doesn't take over their armies, their mission will fail and a lot of their people will die. Obyron's comrades (what's left of them) have already died. The only way to salvage the situation is to kill Zahndrekh and take over. And after a disastrous battle (plus some emotional manipulation from Zahndrekh's shitty ex) Obyron decides to do it. He is literally about to go kill his lord, he is just taking a quick moment to prepare himself which...yeah fair.

Except Obyron sees Zahndrekh and chooses not to kill him. Luckily for all, it turns out Zahndrekh is no more insane than normal and the merry adventure continues.

Emphasis: Obyron chooses not to kill him. And I think that is a hugely important for their relationship because it shows that Obyron isn't with Zahndrekh because of programming or doctrines, he is there because he wants to protect him. Zahndrekh drives him up the wall sometimes, but when the chips are down, Obyron chooses him. He would literally jump into the abyss for him. Obyron loves him.

Zahndrekh knows full well if Obyron wanted to betray him, he would be dead. Obyron could become an overlord, and the only reason he hasn't is the loyalty and love they have for each other.

"What can love but a being with a soul?" might be one of the most incredible lines in a 40k book (or maybe just a book). Because aside from being unbelievably sweet, itshows that Zahndrekh does see the pain Obyron is in. And he finds a way to comfort him that fits within his...creative worldview. How much of the necrons' situation Zahndrekh does understand is a liiiiiiiitle ambiguous, but he definitely has his coping mechanism for everything: just enjoying life and focusing on the good, and he wants to share that optimism with Obyron. He realizes that Obyron fears what being a soulless machine means, but how can he truly be a soulless machine when he can choose love over ambition?

If there is one thing the necrons demonstrate, it is that immortality sucks. They all need some purpose to keep from going insane, and for Obyron and Zahndrekh that purpose is each other. Zahndrekh lives in his own reality, protected physically and emotionally by Obyron. And Obyron finds purpose in protecting the person who shields him from his own despair.

And I cannot get enough of it.

[ask-missparker]

Okay, who’s driving? ~ Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Liane x Ethan, Rick x Luna, Cole x Jeremy

Friendship pair: Josh & Bella

Summary: Moments like this the universe just wants to make it harder on us. In other words, they should’ve just called Cole…

Other characters included/mentioned: Rochelle, Michelle, Cole, Rick and Luna

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Warning: Slight small mention of labor, but it is mostly comedic relief to move the story forward more than anything else. Nothing graphic or informative or insane. So you’re fine. ANYWAYs, please chaos from the young avengers and family members enjoy 😉

Note: Sorta OUAT but also could be Marvel fic haha (depending on how you look at it 😊)

A/N: This was a fun idea that could be seen as crack too, due to how much going on in the fanfic. Please enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a simple afternoon—well simple for the average group, due to them all hunting down the potions and stuff to stop the tide coming their way. A wicked protection spell.

You know save the day and explore that kinda thing?

So in response they were all sent a little goose chase and hunt for it at the docks.

It was good, they found the hidden gems and a piece of the puzzle to make the potion for later. Even broke half of the curse, destroying the spell, thanks to Liane, Joshua and Bella—restoring memories back for everyone. Yay, everything is safe and sound.

Just as things were going well at the docks with everyone talking and deciding to go back to the town square, Mia felt something off. She gripped Nikolai’s bicep and winced slightly.

“Love, are you alright?” He asked softly placing a hand on her lower back for support.

Mia chuckled awkwardly, “Eh, he he, well, either that was a Braxton Hick or a real one…”

“You’re a two weeks early, t-that’s not possible.” He replied in surprise, his tone sounding calm despite him internally freaking out.

“Yeah, well, since when have your children ever been one to surprise us by coming late?” She added jokingly.

Ethan, who was walking with Liane, looked up noticing his friends in distress. He knew his question would sound stupid, yet he still asked, “Are you guys alright?”

“You’re about to be an uncle again.” Mia murmured before clearing her throat once the contractions left and smiled in relief.

“Oh shit! I’mma be uncle again, I wasn’t there the first time around and now I am! This is exciting news—”

He was swiftly cut off by Nikolai who chuckled, “Uh Ethan, buddy, can you help me get everyone in the cars? Mia, where are the keys?”

Liane gasped, “You let her pregnant ass drive us to the docks?! Have you no shame?!”

“No! We took her car and I drove us here, I gave her the keys for safe keeping afterwards!”

“That still doesn’t make sense to me! You got magic and you couldn’t drive yourself!?”

“My car is getting fixed at Tony’s shop! We did needed another form of transportation here, and I will have you know I drive pretty well.”

Liane grinned, “Well in that case I’m driving! Me and the kids in one car. Ethan, Nik and Mia in the other. To the hospital people! Chop chop!”

The blonde sounded way too confident and overly proud of herself with that statement.

Everyone else looked at her like she was nuts. Yes, they were all vastly skilled in their respective fields but they all had their weaknesses. Everyone and their mother knew that Liane wasn’t the best driver per se.

Ethan loved his wife too much to say anything about it, as he was too busy in shock that Liane snatch the keys out of his hand. Joshua rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea, rubbing his mother’s shoulder in comfort. Even he was a better player in driving someone around.

Nikolai whined knowing it wasn’t the best idea to have the blonde drive both teenagers around to the hospital.

The only one truly brave enough in the chaos at the moment, despite being awakened by the curse to speak up was youngest lady there.

“Absolutely not!” Belladonna exclaimed snatching the keys out of her mom’s hands. “Are we really going to listen to her? Josh back me up here!”

Liane gasped in offensive frustration, “Um excuse you, young lady, but who do you think you’re talking to, sweetie?”

“Mom, I love you, but unfortunately you’re not the best driver.”

“I’m an experienced and excellent driver, sweetie.”

Bella muttered under her breath, “Yeah, when we were cursed and under that damn spell…”

“BELLA?!” Liane screamed in shock and gasped. “My own daughter this is—”

Joshua sighed speaking up, “Aunt Lia, she’s got a point. Last week you decided to give an another driving lesson and crash into a mailbox.”

Liane eyes widen and scoffed, “Well if I ever…it was one time!”

Joshua smirked, “It happened more than once. Also I think I should drive.”

“Him?!” Ethan yelled putting stuff in the car and bumping his head against the trunk.

“You?!” Liane added dramatically, “You’re both children you don’t even have you—”

Bella smirked as well nudging for Joshua to pull out his drivers permit, as he showed it to the others. Liane’s jaw dropped as Ethan blinked. Nikolai was rubbing his wife’s back and snickered at their reactions. He was proud.

“Since when did you-?!” Liane yelled breaking the silence.

“Back in New York, I got it.” Joshua added simply, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Bella couldn’t help but crack a smile and tease him, “Yeah, sure, it took him almost 6 months but he got it..”

Soon enough, different set of bickering broke out between the 5 of them.

“They are both babies they aren’t drive!”

“Liane not the time!”

“I can’t believe you decided to tell us now, Ethan?!”

“What you yelling at me for?!”

“I don’t know, it just feels right to yell.”

“Oh my god..”

“Are you sure we can’t all just drive together in one car?”

“Not a bad idea…out of both of us, who was the biggest space?”

“Idiot, how would that work, Nikolai?”

“I’m brainstorming, shut up.”

“Cause you guys stop fighting please? It’s not helping. I can take us three there, while Ethan gets there first.”

“Joshua, you’re a child!”

“I’m 17!”

“It was worth a shot, Bella…”

“Just let me drive!”

“Mom no!”

“Bella, please, the adults are talking.”

“You don’t even the slightest directions to the hospital!”

“THERE IS GPS FOR A REASON!”

“Shouldn’t we just call an ambulance?”

“That would take too long, Ethan!”

“Oh my goodness my nieces are gonna be born on a dock!?”

“No they ain’t!”

Mia finally shouted over everyone, “GUYS!”

“What?!” They all yelled back.

She sighed pointing to herself in a sing song tone, as if stating the obvious. “Hello.” She added hands on her hips for added effect.

The group was silent before getting the hint all making “ohhh!” and “ah, oh yeah, right.”, along with a bunch of apologies being given by the others. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile despite the mild pain she felt, coming and going.

Ethan spoke up as they followed the lead to the cars and asked, “Wait, wait, who’s driving?”

“I am!” Liane added, as if it was obvious.

She quickly got a bunch of objections and heads being shook in disagreement over her statement. Some rapidly shouted, “NO!”

Nikolai put a hand on his wife’s shoulder in silent support and turn to the group firmly, “Ethan’s driving us, Joshua’s driving you guys.”

“Yes!” Joshua exclaimed happily as him and Bella fist bumped.

Bella called shotgun and scurried over to the car.

Liane opened her mouth to speak wondering if Nikolai was serious or not, but one firm look from the brunette and she shut up completely.

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Soon enough they all arrive to the hospital, Joshua was left to park both cars as Ethan and Liane helped Mia into a wheelchair.

Nikolai was filling out forms when he noticed their friends all there. He stood there in shock, “What hell-? How did you guys—when did you guys get here?”

Michelle smiled sitting in one of the waiting chairs, “You really think we would miss this? Dude, it’s my nieces being born. Plus it’s gives me a chance to give Alexander the middle finger if he arrives.”

“I—But I didn’t call you! No one texted you.”

Bella smirked looking up from her phone, “Oh, when Josh was driving I texted Michelle. Figured she would like to know, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Rochelle rushed in from one of the hospital rooms and smiled, “Oh hey! You’re here, that’s great, well me and Luna were already here anyway when Michelle called me.”

Mia, who was sitting in the wheelchair rubbing her backside, was about to ask what happened when the loud screams were heard down the hall. They belonged to Rick. Along with the insults.

“Long story short, Ricky got hurt earlier while experimenting on something with the kids..” Rochelle added, “He’ll be fine.”

Bella and Mia both rolled their eyes as Nikolai stayed quiet shaking his head.

Just before anyone could anything a cloud of magical thick smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared away, it showed Cole looking annoyed, angry and worried. The man was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in his shop, with his husband Jeremy while babysitting the children, when he got the damn news. He was in the middle of teaching one of his nephews, George, some cool spells! So he wasn’t happy.

Liane froze meanwhile Ethan signed looking at his brother.

“You should’ve call me!” Cole exclaimed loudly rushing over to the group. “Why did I just get a damn text from Bella that my angels are coming?! You idiots, you could’ve just call me instead of arguing over who gets the bloody keys?! UGH!”

“Cole, we can explain.” Liane started but was cut off.

“Ha! Please tell you didn’t drive, last week you hit my mailbox.”

“THAT WAS YOURS?!”

Ethan and Michelle snorted loudly but was stopped short by a glare from Cole.

Rochelle stay quiet running away to go check on Rick and Luna, not wanting to feel Cole’s wrath today. The redhead almost bumped into a wall rushing away from the group.

Besides Rick yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!”

Luna shouted over him, “Ricky stay still! The doctor is trying to remove the nails and splinters!”

Cole looked at Nikolai and pointed, “And you! What were you thinking?! As her husband I would believe you would have some sense to inform me or not waste time—”

Nikolai raised both eyebrows and furrow his eyebrows, “Don’t even start with me! I was more focused on my wife than calling anyone. None of us expected this to happen and we would’ve gotten here sooner, if it wasn’t for Liane’s performance.”

Liane gasped, “Me?! I offered to drive but you all refused to take me seriously.”

Bella and Ethan shared a look, slowly wheeling Mia away from the group and into her hospital room. Michelle got the hint, scurry off to follow them into the hallway as well, not without snapping pictures for blackmail later.

Joshua walked in a few minutes later, after successfully parking both cars, seeing his father, aunt and uncle Cole fighting.

“What did..?” He started before being dragged away by his best friend, “Gah, son of—!”

“Come on I’ll explain later.” Bella remarked ushering him into the room.

“Bella what did you do?!”

———

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Hehe I agree nothing! Also the poor mailbox 😂

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Fandom: Batman (Arkham Knight) Pairing: Edward Nigma (The Riddler) x Reader Rating: Explicit +18 Tags: First time, masturbation, vaginal sex, romance ✦ Read on AO3 – Older work (and it shows) ✦ Read the revised version "Show Me What You Dream Of"

Edward Nigma never had the opportunity to be intimate with anyone else before, and the years spent recluse, obsessing over the caped crusader, didn't help. A story about Edward's difficulties to interact with others, and his first time having sex.

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, Gotham’s one true genius, had no time for friends. He had plans, a design, a revenge to take. Getting close to someone seemed grotesque, an absolute and utter waste of his most precious time ––and for what? He had everything it required to function ; he never needed anyone for anything .

Working for days and nights, plotting and scheming, he never realized the weeks, turning into months, turning into years passing since he left the GCPD to become the man he was today. And from this unfruitful era, Edward did not keep many mementos; at best there were newspaper clippings retelling his temporary successes and eventual downfall thrown seemingly carelessly on one of his desks. Sometimes, he’d get back to them, unsure why, and look at the picture of this man, ten years younger, a few dozen pounds fuller, all cocky and pretty. Before the big old Bat drove him insane and recluse —though he’d never admit it.

When he does, he can’t help but graze his fingertips against his face, as if to persuade himself that he was not the shell of this man, once bubbly and charming. He rarely takes a look at his reflection, but when he accidentally does, the reality hits him like a punch in the guts, cuts the air from his lungs. Not that it matters, really. Surely, time does that to a man; he was not a thirty-something years old young man anymore, he was now in his mid-forties. Surely, this was the reason why his body changed so much. Nothing to do with his degrading mental state and hostile life habits. And who cares anyway.

Edward was always a busy man, with great designs and aspirations. Even ten years ago, he didn’t have many friends. Waste of time and energy. Didn’t date either. Back then, he pushed the idea aside, putting his love life on hold, too busy developing his new life as the Riddler. He’ll figure it out later. He just needs to finish corrupting this network, then he can think about it. Admittedly, Edward wasn’t opposed to the idea of dating anyone, back then. He could use some company from time to time. Or just a way to empty his mind. Take a break from his hard work. There was another reason why he was interested in dating, much less… noble , perhaps. 

He never got lucky , when it came to being intimate with someone. It weighed him greatly when he was working at the GCPD, still vigorous and lovable. Not that he was that interested in having sex in the first place, but the thought crossed his mind a few times. He did feel the overwhelming feeling of desire from time to time, but he always took care of his needs himself. A quick handjob every once in a while did the trick for him. Edward never needs help with anything.

Still, he did try to lose his virginity in the past. A few times. Pursuing someone he found attractive at a bar, trying to engage (poorly) with a coworker… alas, his burning ego usually pushed everyone away. Frankly, the man sounds like an arrogant jerk. He couldn’t get the hint however, didn’t understand what was wrong with them —because, evidently so, they were the ones at fault, not him. Why would there be anything wrong with him? He was smart, funny, and honestly not too bad looking, then. What else could anyone possibly wish for?

Things changed, a few years later. When his mind turned to fury-fueled mush, obsessed over the caped crusader. Didn’t think much of it. Didn’t feel lonely. Didn’t think of his sex life. Or lack thereof. In fact, he gradually stopped jerking off altogether and feeling anything other than anger, pride, and torment. His life, no, his purpose was greater than the vulgar nature of sex, and he was too busy to get involved with others –which made him noticeably unpleasant to be around. As if he turned into a feral beast, the more isolated he was.

People didn’t like to hang out with him. He knew it. Of course he did. Because they are too stupid to get him. Because he’s misunderstood. Not his fault. He is surrounded by morons. Either way, he’s not surprised, nor hurt; in fact, he doesn’t have time for them either, and most people bothered him greatly in general. Though, a couple of them were merely tolerated around him. Such as yourself.

Not that you were anything special. You were not . But you would frequently hang out at his workshop, under false pretenses, asking him questions that “only he could know the answer to”, complimenting his hard work… Stroking his ego in a way that makes his chest swell. So you were tolerated. Allowed to stay for a couple of minutes. He still didn’t understand why you were here, most of the time. Couldn’t quite decipher your expressions, everytime he greeted you. Didn’t matter. You seemed to acknowledge his brilliant intellect, and that was good enough for him.  

He never reciprocated. Never said anything nice about you. Besides a few backhanded compliments, sometimes. “You’re less stupid than you look.” “I’m actually impressed, you’re not a total moron.” Things like that. Things that are insulting to everyone else. But they actually mean something to him. Not that he cares , or anything. It’s just the best that he can do, the best he can say to another person while always being in control and always reminding them that he was superior. When he does, there’s a look on your face that he can’t describe; furrowed brow, the light in your eyes turning dark. And then, you abruptly leave the place. Couldn’t tell why. You’re so complicated.

Edward is usually good with his words, but around you it seems like he’s speaking another language. You don’t react the way he thought you would. And this frustrates him. Why must you be so complicated? Why can’t you be happy with what he says? Why can’t you see that he’s trying to interact with you? 

Worst part is how frantic his heart beats when you’re around. Pumping so much blood at once, his entire core and face feel like burning. Can’t think straight. Feels dizzy. Uncomfortable. Unacceptable . 

It gets to him, at times. More than once, your presence troubles him so much that whatever he’s feeling turns into visceral anger, and he snarls at you, orders you to leave him alone, to leave the building at once. He’s busy. You’re distracting. Can't you see? And the worst thing is that you do it . Stop seeing him for a few weeks at times. And it drives him insane. Why would you not come back ? Crawling? Begging? It’s not that he misses you. He does not .

When you do come back (you always do) he feigns indifference. His body trembles, his hands shake, there’s even a comfortable warmth building behind his navel, and he hates all of it. Hates how you make him feel. But he plays nice. Merely bothered. Polite. Not that he doesn’t want you to leave, no. But he needs to be the bigger person in the room. Remain superior at all times. And every time he greets you with disinterest in his voice, he can’t read your face. You cock a brow. There’s a veil in front of your eyes, like you’re hurt. Are you hurt? Disappointed? Why aren’t you smiling anymore?

This weird tango has been going on for a while now. You come, he endures, until he snaps. You leave. And then he can’t sleep. Tosses and rolls in bed. Wonders where you are. With who you are. What you do with them . And he hates thinking about it. Hates thinking about you . Hates how you make him feel. Weak, vulnerable. The Riddler isn’t weak. 

But then, why does it hurt when your smile fades from your face the second he asks you what you’re doing when you accidentally touch his arm? What’s in your eyes at this moment? You have to tell him, because he will only suppose. Hope . He wants more than a hypothesis. He wants confirmation. Proof. And so he silently pleas with you. Lock eyes with you, in a very uncomfortable manner. It burns his eyeballs, burns his soul, makes his whole body tingle and he can’t think straight. But he keeps drilling his eyes into yours. Trying to make you see something. Understand something. You make me feel something and I don’t know what to do about it, please help me. But you don’t understand. Or maybe you do, but chose not to react. Either way, it hurts.

You just stand still, right in front of him. Are you waiting for something, too? Your eyes go down on his mouth for a brief instant, and you part your lips slightly. Sigh. It does things to him. Makes his face flush. Cuts the air from his lungs. And, even more embarrassing, his cock gets semi-hard. Then, your eyes go back to his. Expectantly. He feels like he could grab you by the waist right now, devour your lips, sink his teeth in your neck, leave marks to remind you of this instant. In a matter of seconds. But he won’t. That would be improper. He wants you to want him back . And this is such a fucking weird feeling. One that makes no sense to him.

Eventually, you break the silence. A question. So simple he blinks twice and asks you to repeat yourself.

“Would you like to go to that Italian restaurant on 5th Avenue tomorrow evening?”

Edward’s mouth hangs open, he stares at the void, malfunctions. Like, a date? The thought of it makes his face flush, his heart pumps blood at a very worrying pace, his mouth dries. No word remains in his throat when he tries to answer. He nods. Positively. And the light goes back on your face. The light that makes you look even more beautiful. And you smile. It does things to him. God, you do things to him .

When you leave the building, Edward melts on his stool and remains immobile, shocked, thunderstruck. I’m going on a date. And then, the terror. The stress. The anxiety.

Edward hasn’t been on a date in a decade . A million questions race in his head, as he tries to establish a mental checklist, acting methodically. He is not panicking. What is he supposed to do? Should he bring you something? What should he wear? Does he have anything to wear that isn’t completely nasty and covered in paint? 

Should I bring condoms?

He immediately smacks his hand on his face and grunts loudly. What is he thinking about? What does he imagine? That he’s going to fuck you tomorrow night? This is embarrassing. 

What if she wants it too?

Now, he’s being ridiculous. He bangs his fist on the table, metallic tools dancing and echoing on the surface, and groans audibly. Leaves the place. Can’t focus at work anymore.

Edward fucked his hand two times, that night, your name on his lips.

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Edward’s hands shake as he’s buttoning his clean forest green shirt. He spent the day getting ready for tonight. Took a well deserved shower. Washed his hair. Shaved his beard. And when he’s looking at his reflection, he sees a glimpse of the person he used to be. Underneath all the grime and exhaustion. A man who is confident in himself, more charming than the filthy hermit he was a hour ago. He debated whether he had to get you flowers or not. Thought it’d be too intimate. Too romantic. After all, it was probably just a casual dinner. Nothing more. He licks his lips, nervously. 

He’s still nervous when he’s at the restaurant. Fifteen minutes early. Touching the silverware. Turning the glasses, as if one side was better than the other. Fingertips drumming on the table. Why is his heart so loud tonight? He can’t even hear himself think . What if you don’t come? Even worse, what if you do?

A rushing feeling makes him shiver, turns his blood cold, flips his stomach. This is a mistake . He shouldn’t be here. This shouldn’t be happening. What was he thinking about? He’s the Riddler! What is he doing at a restaurant with, with–– Argh! Edward stands up, grabs his coat, ready to abruptly leave the place, when a friendly voice interrupts his chaotic train of thoughts.

“Oh, you just arrived! Thank God, I thought I was being late…”

Your voice startles him. He turns his head, and realizes that he does look like he just arrived, about to remove his coat instead of putting it back on. And as soon as he sees your face (perfect), your smile (delicious), and the dress you’re wearing (exquisite), he removes his coat and sits down. Changed his mind, somehow. His face is now crimson red, and there’s a burning sensation in his belly. Almost comfortable. He could get used to this feeling. He looks at you and hears nothing else but his heartbeat, his blood pumping into his veins. You asked a question, but he didn’t hear it. He hummed nonetheless. You giggle. His heart sings.

He doesn’t care about the food. Doesn’t care about the music. Doesn’t care about the waiter. There’s only you in the whole restaurant. Every part of you shines, and he tries his best not to show how excited you make him. Probably does a poor job at it. So he does what he does best: he gloats. A whole monologue about how intelligent he is, how Gotham will fear him, a description of his latest invention and why it is so glorious, praising his abilities and power. You nod, smile at him. 

Then, he gets painfully aware. Aware of how he’s the only one talking. How he hasn’t asked you a single question. How he’s just acting the same way he always does, even back then, when he worked at the GCPD, when he tried to get the attention of his coworker at the coffee corner, or when he’s at a bar and there’s this stranger smiling at him. Shut up . The words pour out of his mouth like a torrent of arrogance and pride, and he can’t stop, because he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to do. Shut up . For half a second, even that, you briefly looked somewhere else. Why did you look somewhere else? Are you bored? You’re talking too much . Edward talks. Edward talks, because he’s scared of the silence. But he’s even more afraid of losing your interest, so he doesn’t finish his story, he crashes it brutally.

“Anyway…”

He clears his throat, looks down on his plate. Barely touched anything. Too busy talking. There’s a painful feeling tearing his chest apart. An insecurity swallowing him whole. He hasn’t been on a date in so long. Hasn’t spent any time with anyone else but himself for years. He forgot. Forgot how to act. Forgot how to please. He’s clenching a nervous fist on the table, knuckles turning white, until his fingernails carve half moons in the palm of his hand. Then, as if you read his mind, you put your hand ––infinitely more delicate, softer, warm–– on top of his ––calloused, tired, tense. He forgets how to breathe for a second, feels something hot inside of him.

“I’m having a great time, Edward.”

His heart shatters in his chest. Daggers stabbing the pumping organ. She’s having a great time . That’s good, right? Of course it is. It means he’s doing well. Good. I mean–– of course. As expected . He tries to convince himself that he’s in control. Because if he doesn’t control the situation, he’s uncomfortable. Disoriented. 

“You know, it reminds me of something that happened to me…”

When you talk, you sound like an angel. You are so expressive. Your hands move on their own, draw patterns in the air. Your eyes shine, your lips twist into a smile. Sometimes, you giggle. Edward isn’t used to listening. But if it’s you, he could do it all night. He drinks your words eagerly, and each one of them brings him closer to you. He’s learning about you. He will memorize every single thing you tell him. He needs to know everything about you.

Occasionally, he feels your eyes lowering, sitting on his lips, just like you sometimes do. It makes his heart swell and core tremble. He looks at your lips, too. Wonders how they feel. How they taste. Wonders if you’re thinking the same thing right now. His breath quickens, until he looks back at you. He feels his head spin lightly. Then, the conversation resumes.

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Edward pays for your meal. You protest. He insists. Feels like a date. You squeeze his arm gently and thank him, and he nearly dies .

He walks you home. The weather feels nice tonight. The air is cool on his burning face. Helps him calm down, a little bit. It’s dark enough that you might not see his face flush every time you laugh, every time you compliment him. He wishes he could articulate how beautiful you look tonight. 

Your hand finds his, even in the dark. Your fingers brush against his, delicately. At first, it feels like a mistake, an accident, so he removes his hand. But your touch gets more precise, until you hold his hand, unafraid. Slip your fingers between his. He doesn’t fight back. He’s shaking, can’t breathe properly, can’t even walk straight. His heart forgot how to function for a moment. But he allows it. It feels nice . So nice that he wishes you’d never let go of his hand. Never let go of him . But he won’t admit it. The rest of the walk is silent, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Everything feels right. 

When you both stand in front of your apartment, he struggles letting go of your hand at first. There’s another silence, but this time it’s uncomfortable, painful, and he swallows hard. You look at him, and there’s something in your eyes that seems dangerous. Your pupils are dilated, your lips very slightly parted, your cheeks subtly rosy. He probably looks as agitated right now, grabbing the door frame so harshly his knuckles turn white. You look beautiful, your face distorted with want, and need. For him?

“Do you want to come inside?” you whisper. Yeah, yeah he wants to. He wants it so badly his heart might explode, his cock already twitches in his pants. He’s not naive, he knows the meaning behind this invitation, coupled with the way you’re leaning against the door, your hips slightly tilted forwards, almost imperceptibly so. A rush of adrenaline hits him like a punch in the guts, it takes his breath away, and makes him forget about his entire alphabet. Instead, he nods. A smile, mischievous, lustful, but also tender, appears on your face, and he nearly cums in his pants.

When he enters your apartment, everything looks, well… like you. He can see more of you, your personality, in the decoration, the books on your shelves. It feels intimate, more than he’s used to anyway. The most intoxicating thing about your apartment is your scent, floating everywhere. While you remove your coat, he closes his eyes briefly. Gets surrounded with the smell of you. He wishes he could smell you all day. It’s sweet, fruity, delicate. It’s you.

Your hand snakes along his back, and he feels himself shake, silently hissing at your touch. You grab the collar of his coat and gently tug at it, inviting him to get comfortable. Your eyes lock while he undresses, and there’s this stare, again. Everything feels intense, his heartbeat drumming inside his head, your breath quickening, his face burning surely turning his skin and the tip of his ears crimson red, his cock full of blood that he tries to conceal by folding his coat around his arm, covering his pants. A futile move. Not fooling anyone. But at this moment, he feels too exposed.

With the same gentleness and starving eyes, you raise your hand and cup the back of his head. He’s not sure what he’s feeling right now; a mix of pleasure from feeling the soft skin of your fingers wrapping around his hair, excitement for what is eventually about to happen, and terror of the unknown. He licks his lips, tentatively wraps an arm around your waist. When you allow him, Edward gets bold, pulls you closer to him. The warmth emanating from your body envelops him, he’s melting against your touch. You lift yourself on your toes to compensate for the clear size difference between the two of you, and put your lips on his. A tender, chaste kiss, to let him get used to you.

Edward closes his eyes and surrenders completely to the almost foreign, now unfamiliar feeling of being kissed. Your lips are heavenly; soft, plush, warm. His heart is going at a feral pace now, and he just wants more of it, more of you, so he grabs your waist tighter, pulls you closer; so close that he feels your lower body against him, and this is driving him insane, lits a furnace behind his navel.

You kiss him more, and deepen your touch. Force his mouth open, penetrate it with your tongue. Oh . Your tongue is wet, burning. Tastes like the wine you ordered, and something else, something surreal that makes his cock painfully hard, makes his body hot and dizzy. You moan between two kisses, he sighs and hisses. He drinks all the noises you make, gets drunk on the reactions of your body. You’re subtly grinding against him, just enough to make his cock twitch, throb, leak; your other hand explores his chest over his shirt, he’s sure you can feel his frantic heartbeat through it.

Your touch gets more insisting, more possessive; tugging at his hair hard, granting you a low moan from him, pulling him as you backwalk through your apartment. Guide him on the couch. You both sit down, only briefly; you’re quick to pull at his collar. Rolling on your back, opening your legs. An invitation. He’s quick to get on top of you, kissing you, sucking on your tongue, biting your lips. Starved. There’s a tight feeling in his chest, followed by a wave, the longer he kisses you and feels your hands exploring his body. Your touch leaves marks on his soul, and there’s something dangerous building inside of him when he feels your hands on his back, his neck, sides, grabbing at his strong arms. He gasps when you moan, and it’s worse when you start grinding against his clothed erection, rocking your hips deliciously. Oh . Oh no .

The feeling is overwhelming, too overwhelming. It hits him like thunder in his whole body, and suddenly his body jerks, he groans against your lips, feeling his cocking twitching, spasming, and finally releasing his seed. Edward freezes. He holds his forehead in his hand and stares at the void in disbelief. No, no, no, NO! He curses himself, realizing that he came in his pants, from making out with you. What is he, a teenager? An intense feeling of shame surrounds him. A crippling insecurity. His mind is spinning. He doesn’t look at you anymore, his eyes are the ones of a terrified animal. You seem to notice something, slowing down your kisses, until you simply caress the back of his neck, a quizzical look on your face.

“I have to go…” he mutters, and you open wide eyes. You tell him something, but he didn’t understand, didn’t listen. Can’t hear anything anymore. She’s probably disappointed . He leaves the couch you were on, gets his coat. He feels your hand on his biceps, gentle, comforting. She’s pitying me . He removes his arm from you, and leaves your place in a hurry, running down the stairs.

When he’s back home, Edward reaches the bathroom and quickly undresses, as if his clothes were burning his skin, as if they were covered in his shame, soaked in failure. When his hands slip in the elastic of his underwear, pulling it down slowly, it reveals his cock, wet and sticky, the fabric covered in cum. He groans, throws away the proof of his weakness in the laundry basket, and takes a shower. An attempt to wash away the humiliation.

He scrubs his skin, hard. As if it would remove the memory of this night. Convincing himself that none of this ever happened. The warm water runs down his tense body. Feels good. Edward lets the drumming drops crash on his burning skin, wraps himself in the comforting warmth of the shower. After a while, he eventually calms down, a little bit. He presses his forehead against the tile of the shower wall, closes his eyes. Focus on the water pressure against his shoulders, but something in his chest twists, stings, a knot forms in his throat.

His mind wanders, thinking about his evening. The way you laughed when he made a joke at the restaurant. How soft you brushed his hand when he felt insecure. How desired he felt when you pulled him against your heated body. 

It was going so well, everything was so good. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. He could have had you, that night. 

Why did he have to ruin everything?

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Edward is in a terrible mood, the next day. When he makes a simple mistake in his calculation, he violently bangs his fist on the table. Cursing loudly at everything. Even the Riddlerbots seem like they’re mocking him. He looks at their robotic faces with rage. Pathetic , they seem to call him. He throws a wrench on the floor, sits down on his stool and holds his face in his hands, trying to compose himself. His phone vibrates, and sure enough it’s another message from you. The third one today. 

He deletes it before reading it. Pretends none of it ever happened. That you don’t exist. That he doesn’t care. He’s not hurt. He never needed anyone in his life. He just has to come back to the person he was before he met you. Just has to bury the feelings he had for you. He can do it; he’s been doing it his whole life. Being alone. And who needs love anyway? Not him.

Another day goes by, and Edward’s mood is still sour. Less angry, but more sad. You stopped messaging him, it hurts for some reason. He’s hurt that you stopped caring, even though he was the one to ignore you, push you away. How he wishes you could just understand him. A part of him wants to call you, see you, hold you tight in his arms and never let go of you. But the other, more dominant, wants to rip his heart off his chest and lock it in a box.

He’s looking at his phone. Why aren’t you texting him? Did he successfully make you run away? Of course he did, he creamed his pants in the middle of a kiss and then escaped your apartment. Stupid . Incompetent . 

His chest feels heavy, his breath is labored. He feels confused, hurt. Lonely . He hates feeling that way. Sometimes, he wishes he never met you. And sometimes, he wishes you could be here and hold him, like you held him two nights ago. He misses your smell. Edward melts on his chair, and sighs. His face twists in anguish. He removes his goggles and buries his face in his hands, trying to collect himself. Why must everything be so complicated?

“You never answered me back” is all you say when you’re next to him, startling him. He didn’t even hear you approach him. He looks at you, eyes watery, and his heart pounds hard. You drag a chair next to him. He can’t look at you right now. It’s okay, you were not finished.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head. Of course not. It’s not you, it’s me.

“Did I misinterpret something?”

He buries his forehead in his hand, and shakes his head again. It was all he’s ever wished for. No mistake here.

“So… is it because you..?”

Edward grunts. Of course she noticed. He wasn’t very subtle. Jerking like a teenager, stomach flipping. The humiliating feeling comes back, crawling under his skin, clawing at his heart, and his pain turns into anger, as he snarls at you.

“What are you doing here?” Please do not leave , is what he meant to say. Your eyes turn dark, and you furrow your brow. He knows this feeling, you’re angry. No, furious .

“If you want me to leave, I will leave. But be very careful with your answer because I won’t come back this time.” Your words are sharp, they translate all the frustration you’ve built over the months you’ve been hanging around Edward. He knows it. 

“So, do you want me to leave?” You repeat. Edward looks at you, feels cornered. He doesn’t like this feeling, he feels humiliated. Exposed. Weak. But also, he understands that he’s going to lose you if he doesn’t take a step in your direction. And he does not want to lose you. He shakes his head. You sigh, and all the muscles of your face relax, you look as soft and tender as before. The light is back in your eyes. Gently, you put your hand on top of his. Instinctively, he grabs it in his. Feels good. He missed you.

“I don’t care about it, Eddie.” You whisper softly. “It was… it felt amazing, didn’t it?”

Edward exhales, a faint smile flashing on his face. Yeah, it did.

“It’s been… a long time for me. I got carried away, rushed it. Sorry.” Why is she apologizing? Edward clears his throat, and figures that he should explain himself.

“Well… Technically I suppose you could say that it’s been a while for me too.” Edward mutters under his breath.

“What do you mean?”

His face goes red, and here goes the humiliating feeling again . His jaw is clenched.

“Oh, you mean you’ve never…?

– No. Never.” He interrupts you. He removes his hand from yours and looks away, embarrassed, and angry. But mostly embarrassed. You sigh, softly, and pull at the sleeve of his shirt, making him look back at you. You offer him a smile. It does things to him. Like you’re taming him when he just wants to throw a tantrum. He’s not sure how you do it.

“I don’t care, Eddie… I don’t feel any less attracted to you.” What does she mean “attracted”? She’s attracted to me? Edward swallows hard.

“Would you… be interested in a do-over dinner soon? I’ll take things slower this time, I promise” you coo, in a soft voice. Edward opens wide eyes. Not only are you interested in him, but you want to try again even after his bafflingly disappointing performance? This feels… surreal. But he nods. Firmly.

“That would, that would be nice…”

Edward stutters, his heart racing in his chest. You seem pleased, no, thrilled by his answer. You immediately lean closer to him and kiss him on the lips. It’s soft, like a caress. Edward shivers, and hums appreciatively. When you break the kiss, his mouth hangs open, already craving more. You giggle, and press your lips on his once again, softly. A simple kiss, as tender as a feather.

“Come back to my place tonight? I’ll make us dinner.” 

Edward nods, and this time he leans in to kiss you back. Feels nice. When you leave, it feels like a weight is off his shoulders. He feels lighter, calmer. Happy.

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When he knocks on the door, Edward still feels as nervous as he did on your first date. It seems like there is a much bigger pressure, this time. Don’t ruin everything again , seems to scream his mind. Your words calmed him a little bit, but he still isn’t sure if you were just saying things to reassure him or if you sincerely didn’t mind the accident . Either way, he jerked off a couple of times a hour before leaving for your place, for good measure. Hopefully, this will make him last longer this time. 

His spine shivers when he’s thinking of his failed performance, but he doesn’t have the time to overthink as you’re already at the door, looking as beautiful as ever, inviting him inside. Time to shine, Nigma .

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His heart is pounding. It always is, when you touch him. It pumps violently, echoes in his skull, flushes his face. A burning sensation radiates behind his navel, makes his chest swell, when your delicate hands brush over his shoulders, embracing him. He’s hesitant at first, always afraid of hurting you with his hands that are more familiar with engines than soft flesh. Your mouth finds his, trembling, unsure. A soft kiss pressed against his lips, gentle enough to make him close his eyes.

Your fingers brush against his hand, as you pull him kindly, making him follow you to your bedroom. A wave of apprehension and anxiety crashes inside of him, but his cock twitches with interest, so he complies. 

Your scent is everywhere, it’s like penetrating a garden of flowers. Edward lets you guide him to the bed, he sits down. The bed sheets are soft under his hands, like a cloud. He’s never been to anyone’s bedroom before, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to make it right. Thankfully, you seem to always know what is on his mind. You sit on his lap, straddling him. Your fingers slip through his hair, and he wraps trembling fingers around your waist. For a moment, all you do is caress each other; his fingers run on your spin, yours caress the back of his neck. Soft content sighs fill the room, he feels your shared heartbeats as he presses your body against his. Your chest feels soft and warm against his toned body. He curiously explores the supple flesh of your thighs, morphing against his fingertips, while you deepen your kisses.

Edward sighs and breaths quickly when you suckle on his tongue, nibble on his lip, moan in his throat. Eventually, his cock throbs, hardens, pressing against you. He’s nervous, wondering if you‘ve noticed him getting hard, but the now rocking motion of your hips tells him you have. He hisses at the friction, grabbing your waist slightly more tightly, closing his eyes. Trying his best to maintain his composure. 

Still leading the way, you pull your dress over your head, revealing more flesh than he’s ever seen in his entire life, your most intimate parts covered in satin and lace. Edward’s face turns cherry red as he takes a look at your tempting body, a nervous smile on his face, almost amused. Of course, you’re wearing green.

“I love the color” he murmurs, his chest tightening. You chuckle softly, caressing the back of his neck.

Edward places a trail of short and soft kisses on your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, while his hands explore your now uncovered waist. Your hips rocking against his member encourages him, as his grip gets tighter on you. His teeth and tongue replaced his lips, as he’s suckling on your neck, biting the fragile skin. Marking you. He’s always been the kind to sign his work, isn’t he? 

You moan under his touch, tugging at his hair more firmly, your movements getting more insisting. His hands crawl on your back until they reach the clasp of your bra and he closes his eyes, focusing on its mechanism. It takes him only a second to figure it out and unclasp it. He works with much more complicated engines on a daily basis, after all.

Your bare chest makes his mouth water. Your nipples are already erected, like two tempting fruits, and Edward is starved. He lowers his head and tentatively takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and the way you moan makes his cock throb in his pants. He’s careful, discovering what to do, and he realizes that this is oddly familiar: learning, experimenting, his mind laser focused on figuring out how you function. Taking mental notes, gaining experience as he sucks on your nipple, licks your breasts, kisses your soft flesh. His hand soon joins his mouth, caressing your sensitive nub, twisting, pinching, rolling. Following the noises you make, studying the way your body jerks and shivers. Edward feels excited, probably more excited than he is horny. Discovering something new, and mastering it, is what he does best. The absolute rush of adrenaline he’s feeling right now makes him feel dizzy, and when he removes his head from your breasts to give you a sincere and exhilarated smile, your face turns red.

In a flash of courage, Edward holds you by the thighs and flips you on your back, nested between your legs. You look so beautiful, laying on your bed, open to him, neck covered in love bites, a thin layer of sweat on your stomach. His eyes wander, from your lips, your breasts, navel, to your panties. He notices a dark spot between your legs, from the fabric being soaked, and it makes his cock leak. Delicately, he inserts his fingers around your hips, inside your panties, and removes them slowly. A generous string of your fluids connect the fabric to your aching cunt, and the obscene view makes Edward hiss.

Your legs spread, your cunt is completely exposed, open. Glistening with desire. Edward swallows hard, feeling his heart drumming in his chest. There’s so much he wants to do to you, he wouldn’t know how to begin. A veil of anxiety and stress appears and suddenly takes over, as Edward panics and realizes that he does not know what to do. He’s caressing the inside of your thighs, his mind racing, calculating, developing scenarios. You notice his perplexed look, as always.

“Are you alright?” you ask, softly, in a comforting voice, pulling him out of his thoughts. Edward looks at you and clears his throat.

“Show... show me how you like it. Please.“ there is something oddly surgical in his voice, almost serious. You open wide eyes, destabilized, until you realize that this is not Edward Nigma speaking, but the Riddler, desperate to solve this completely foreign and new riddle. A faint smile appears on your face. You sit up to kiss him adoringly, then lay back down. 

You tilt your hips comfortably, relax your thighs around him, your fingertips brushing against your stomach. Under the observing gaze of Edward, caressing your thighs, your hand slowly crawls between your legs. He swallows thickly.

You briefly run your fingertips along your entire slit, open your lips, as if to present Edward your whole cunt. You hear him gasp softly, then move your hand higher, laying it on your pubic bone, your middle and ring fingers now carefully placed around your clit. You describe a familiar pattern, circling your sensitive nub. You moan softly, looking at Edward’s crimson face, completely hypnotized by your motion. He’s biting his lip, studying, learning, his chest lifting up and down rapidly. He sometimes looks up at you, and his beautiful eyes make you shiver, and moan his name. The first time he hears you sing his name, his mouth opens and he can feel his cock throb. He wonders if you ever touched yourself this way, moaning his name, when you were alone at home. He resumes his attention on your cunt, and clears his throat. It makes you smile.

Feeling the heat growing in your core, and the juices dripping out of your cunt, you slip one finger in your aching hole, soon followed by a second one, pumping them slowly in and out of you. You feel Edward’s grip on your thighs tightening, as he pants, visibly aroused by the view of you pleasuring yourself. Your body shivers, you tilt your hips slightly upwards, encouraged by Edward’s burning gaze on you. 

Edward slowly puts a trembling hand on your pubic bone, and you look at him curiously. A low moan escapes your voice as you feel his thumb on your clit, repeating the same movements you showed him earlier. He experiments with speed, pressure, following your reactions, and it is so perfect, simply perfect. You wail under his touch, burying your fingers inside of you and curling them, touching your sensitive spot, making you moan louder, and there’s a very curious look on Edward’s face, who seems to try to understand, decipher what you’re doing inside of you. And there’s only one way to find out.

While he’s still playing with your clit, Edward’s other hand tugs at your wrist gently. You remove your fingers in a soft sob, looking at him while your heart pounds in your chest, and Edward slowly penetrates two fingers inside of you. They are much bigger than yours, more calloused, and the way he spreads your aching cunt feels so good, it makes you moan deeply. 

Edward pants. You’re so wet, warm and tight. The faces you make, the way you moan is making him salivate, make his cock throb and leak profusely in his pants. Your body jerks under his touch, and he feels excited, thrilled. He tentatively thrusts his fingers in and out of you, and the obscene wet noises it creates make him groan. But it isn’t what you were doing. You had your fingers buried inside of you, stimulating something. He knows that there is a sensitive spot hidden somewhere, he just needs to discover it.

Edward sinks his fingers inside of you and you wail. He’s filling you so good, stuffing your tight hole with his large fingers. You feel him curl his fingers, rotate them, caress your walls. He’s definitely looking for it , your so special spot, and he’s so close to it, you’re already panting in anticipation. 

When he does find it, your entire body jerks and tense, you moan loudly and beg him to keep doing what he’s doing. Edward’s face lights up, a genuine fire burning in his beautiful green eyes, a wide smile flashing on his face. Right now, he feels like the king of the world, he feels triumphant .

He keeps stimulating you, caressing your insides, rubbing your clit, and fuck it feels good, so good you could cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. Your voice breaks, moaning and yelling his name, and you swear you heard him chuckle, excited. And he is, excited. He always is, when he solves a riddle.

There is a familiar pressure building behind your navel, and you beg him to keep going, tell him that you are close, and Edward looks at your face with interested eyes. He wants to see you orgasm because of him, he wants to see all of you. His gaze pierces your mind, it feels encouraging, adoring, and you feel the wave crashes against your core, electrifying your whole body, your spine, your clit, and your walls clenching, spasming around Edward’s fingers, as your orgasm comes and makes you yell his name, over and over.

Edward slows down until he stops completely, delicately removing his fingers from you in a wet noise, looking at the puddle of sticky juices underneath you. Your cunt is flushed, lovingly swollen, and the view makes him salivate. His hands shake when he removes his shirt, and you extend a hand to caress his chest, his stomach, still exhausted from your orgasm. But Edward is excited, ecstatic, euphoric. Kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck, he undresses quickly, and you cannot help but chuckle at how eager he is right now.

When he removes his underwear, his fat cock bouncing on his stomach, glistening in precum, your heart is racing. Edward feels exposed for a moment, vulnerable and almost shy, but you brush your fingers against his bicep in a comforting manner, before sliding your hand between your two bodies, delicately grabbing his perfect cock. Edward hisses and twitches. You fist it tentatively, pump him a few times, but Edward looks like he’s already on the verge of his own orgasm, panting and gasping, so you figure you’ll take care of him another time.

Your other hand grabs his hip, as you pull him closer to you, guide his cock to your entrance. When the tip pokes at your entrance, making him moan, you release your hand and caress his thigh, encouraging him. Edward gets your hint, and looks at your eyes. He wants to see your face when he will penetrate you for the very first time. His hips move forward slowly, and the tip of his cock enters you. Your mouth hangs open, a soft moan escaping your lips, as Edward progresses inside of you. 

He pants heavily when he’s fully inside, and everything is so overwhelming. The warmth, the pressure, the tightness, the wetness. He gasps loudly, his breath is labored. He knows he won’t last, but it’s alright, his mind is already in the stars right now anyway. Meanwhile, you softly sob, feeling his length spreading you deliciously, filling your hole perfectly. He lowers his body, supporting himself on his forearms and kisses your lips. You adjust yourself, lifting your thighs slightly, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, and fuck it feels so good. You look so beautiful under him, your cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. Edward presses his forehead against yours and briefly rubs his nose against yours, closing his eyes. Feeling content, loved .

Then, his hips start rocking and he nearly dies. The way your cunt clenches around his cock makes him moan, his balls tighten, his stomach jerk, and you can’t help but sob at his overwhelming gentleness, his pace slow inside your still very sensitive core, spreading you so good. His shaft caresses your walls delicately, and his mind is blank, unable to process anything else, overwhelmed by this foreign feeling of pure bliss.

He tentatively thrusts faster and loudly curses, as you moan and dig your nails in the skin of his back. He’s already close, and he hates that he’s probably gonna cum in a minute, but it feels so good he doesn’t want to slow down. Instead, he decides to fully chase after his orgasm and now frantically thrusts inside of you. The bedroom is filled with vulgar noises of skin slapping against skin, wet friction, moans and grunts. 

Edward gasps and sees stars, his mind going blank as his stomach jerks, thrusting irregularly and erratically, until he cums in a loud groan of pleasure, being milked by your clenching walls. His whole body shakes then collapses against yours, exhausted.

You feel his cum dripping from your cunt, his cock still reasonably hard and buried inside of you. You also feel his frantic heartbeat against your chest, his labored breath next to your ear. You caress the back of his head, kiss his cheek tenderly. Edward melts some more under your touch. Once the blissful feeling calms down, he rolls over, laying on his side, and looks at you. There’s so much tenderness in your eyes, so much comfort, and he wishes you would always look at him this way.

You roll on your side, and there’s a quiet exchange between you two, as you rub your nose against his and smile at him. So much he doesn’t say but is heard, understood. He kisses your lips tenderly and closes his eyes, wrapping himself in a veil of happiness, eventually falling asleep next to you.

[kyogre-blue]

Oh believe me it's WORSE (this is at the beginning of part 2, I don't think you'll care but warning you just in case) Lingsha goes "well, why don't you toss him into the sun like we do in the zhuming, there's always ways of killing the unkillable" and for hoolay the answer is "the people he hurt WANT him to suffer" but like...why didn't BLADE try that..........if it's an established practice in the zhuming........which Blade's master is arbiter-general of..............(I can't believe huaiyan is still alive jfc)

I actually really like fantasy politics, even with the xianzhou's bullshit I can just use the yarn to spin it in a way I like in my head, but their unwillingness to paint Jing Yuan in the wrong or unprepared even ONCE never fails to take the enjoyment out of it. The closest it comes is Sword Essence but since hoyo is allergic to their characters having flaws we're never going to really dig into all the ways Jing Yuan feels he has failed Yanqing. Hell, I'd take digging into the ways he feels he failed Dan Feng - I can't believe the fact that Jing Yuan was the one who had to read out the death sentence has never come up so far.

Reflecting upon it, it really says a lot that out of the hcq the one I like most is the one who accidentally created a monstruosity that killed over a thousand people.

lol

I do think politics stories can be interesting, but they're very brain intensive, and making it possible to keep track of who is who and what they all want without requiring the audience to actively keep notes on the side takes some pretty hefty skill from the author. So there's just so much room to do politics badly that it's kinda... hard to feel enthused.

But also I'm suuuuper basic in what kind of storylines I like. I like heroic stories about heroic characters where, maybe it doesn't all work out, but the sentiment and moral stance is important. What you did and felt mattered. The fact that you tried and reach out to help someone made a difference. That kind of thing. If things get too fucked up, I kind of start checking out because I don't see how any of it can be treated or resolved in a way I would find satisfying. Like Dan Feng, there's still no consensus on what actually happened, but he still used the corpse of an emanator, risking the exact consequences he got (or I guess you conspiracy theory that he was set up to a crazy degree, which instead removes the emotional weight of the story in a different way). He killed a hell of a lot of people and drove two of his friends insane. What do you even do with that? It's just "welp, guess that sucks" backstory and that's it.

I guess in a similar way, I find political plots to often devolve into the most petty and pathetic motivations, with a whole bunch of very petty and selfish people, but they have massive, sweeping consequences on a national level, and trying to resolve any of it is a micromanagement nightmare. It just feels stupid. Like Jing Yuan being accused of causing the Arbor to appear, we were there, we know he didn't, the accusations are being made by some faceless entities, so how seriously can you take any of this? And then it's resolved really quickly too, I think. I checked out of that part.

Jing Yuan in general is just... someone who is supposedly powerful, supposedly smart, supposedly morally upright, and he still can't get any shit done AT ALL. He's been serving longer than basically anyone, he should be actively outliving all potential problem makers, and yet his ship is infested with double agents, cultists, who knows what. He left Dan Heng to be raised in prison by people who hated him and sure didn't hide it (at best) and then kicked him out with basically nothing, like, he's lucky Himeko picked him up and not the actual slavers we know exist in the setting. (Dan Heng and Aventurine meet in a slave fighting pit AU, I guess)

Anyway, the Luofu is just soooo frustrating to me, I find it so unpleasant at every turn, and yet everyone completely under-reacts (imo) and we're going to be going back forever...

Kinda hoping that Amphoreus really does last the whole year and we just don't leave the entire time, so we can't be forced back to Luofu. (Well, I'm hoping that now, but who knows what Amphoreus will pull out soon enough.)

[microraptorreactor]

Im just. gonna hammer out some thoughts about Ep 17/18. Because man I have thoughts. Spoilers (and bad words) below the cut.

So the very base of the story, Golden Cheese herself, is fucking heartbreaking man. She's lost everything, her friends, her family, her kingdom, and it drove her insane. She built a massive digital city where everyone she lost can live in utmost luxury, but she still isolates herself to a small circle of cookies, probably to try keeping an airtight seal on the true nature of the kingdom. Her deepest desire is to keep her citizens happy and she'll do just about anything to achieve that. Because what is she without her treasure?

And her conversation with Rasine at the end TT-TT Those two bounce off each other so well. I hope they kiss.

And then there's Smoked Cheese!! God, after ep 17 I really wasn't sure about him, but he's such a fucking good character. He's just as scared as GC, if not more. But unlike GC, he's not quite as clouded by grief. He realizes that his god-queen is delusional, and quite possibly has realized for some time. OF COURSE, he'd flip his shit when he finds out DE is back and GC plans on doing nothing! He watched the kingdom burn down for the first time! And he has to watch these cookies who it's his job to protect, that he quite possibly grew up around, walk around like nothing's ever gone wrong. He has to keep up a facade that everything's fine and there isn't another massive threat looming over the city while his queen berates him for questioning her. He has every right to be angry and scared! And I can't particularly blame him for turning on her and airing out the truth. Trying to blow up the kingdom was 100% a dick move tho. But the scene where he's LITERALLY BEGGING GC TO KILL HIM??? It's my personal interpretation that he was terrified to go back to the Digital City, and therefore going back to ignoring all the trauma of the war.

Honestly, I feel like SC's whole villain ark might have been avoidable if GC and her little circle of friends sat down and had a heart-to-heart about the Dark Flour War, but that would require any of them to be emotionally vulnerable. Something that everyone in this kingdom is alergic to, apparently.

Mozarella cookie I certainly have. Feelings about. Her whole deal with erasing cookies memory so that they don't catch on to the digital kingdom is a detail I really like, but as a character, I just don't really care for her. It's probably just my personal taste, as I like the angsty characters and she just doesn't have that going on. I haven't finished the mineing missions story so maybe she has some in that. I feel the same way about Burnt/Basque Cheese, he's cool he just doesn't have enough going on in the backstory department for me to care.

Fettuchini Cookie's concept is terrifying. She's slowly losing herself to factors outside her control. There are literal bugs eating her brain. But the narrative doesn't really do anything with that? She's just kind of Olive Cookie's weird adopted child. To be fair the story is long enough, both chapters together clock in at about two and a half hours assuming that you have the best possible team. But she could have been so much more with that concept! Especially since she's playable instead of actually-really-important Smoked Cheese.

Olive Cookie is Olive Cookie. She's there to be an exposition archeologist. She serves her purpose in the story. I have no complaints about her. Y'all are being too harsh.

anyways, back to working on my OCs!

[nabibeans]

Save you

However, he soon meets Seonghwa, his brother’s Neighbor. Seonghwa wants to save Hongjoong from his past, but Hongjoong isn’t so sure he can be.

TW//: Blood, violence, drug usage (weed), underage drinking ( HJ is 18) , self harm scars, physical and verbal abuse mentioned in the past, sexual assault mentioned.

Chapter 1: new beginnings

Hongjoong was finally getting out of there. Out of the childhood home he’d been beaten and abused in. It felt surreal, that he’d finally be away from his mother and father; his mother who had done everything she could to kill him and failed every time, his father that forced him to strip naked and do unspeakable things. It had driven Hongjoong to the point of using drugs and alcohol to cope. Sneaking out late at night with his friends to drink his pain away, only to be stumbling home at 5 in the morning and vomiting every few minutes. Realistically he still smoked and drank, though Bumjoong would more than likely ask him to stop under his roof.

“Hey, you ready to go? I want to get you out before they come home.”

Hongjoong looked at his brother, Bumjoong was both a mixture of paranoid and angry at the moment; angry his parents had made his little brother’s life a living hell, paranoid they’d arrive home any moment to see the brothers fleeing.

“Yeah I am, trust me I want out as bad as you do. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

Hongjoong grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. The two brothers made their way to the car, leaving as fast as possible.

“I got you a new phone, mom and dad will probably shut yours off once they find out you’re gone. Sorry I couldn’t transfer your phone number like I promise.”

Hongjoong shook his head, looking down at the cracked iPhone XR in his hand. The screen was still readable, but it was clear it needed put out of its misery.

“It’s okay hyung, I’m sure my contacts will transfer with my iCloud. I’ll probably just toss this old thing anyway.”

Bumjoong smiled, ruffling his brothers hair as he drove.

“You wanted the pink one right? You’re lucky they had one left in stock when I went.”

Hongjoong nodded with a smile across his face, Bumjoong had promised him that as soon as he was out of his parents house he’d buy him the not so new iPhone 15; he had kept his word unlike his parents.

“Seriously!? You’re the best bro!”

The brothers spent the rest of the drive to Bumjoong’s apartment chatting about how things would go from now on. Hongjoong already had a job lined up he’d start in a week, he’d look into colleges with his scholarships he had, he’d also be closer to his online friends. Bumjoong suggested meeting them in person and hanging out while he gets settled. Arriving at the apartment Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, this place was nice; way nicer than he was used to.

“Holy shit- bro this is insane! You live here!?”

Bumjoong chuckled, ruffling Hongjoong’s long hair.

“I do, the receptionist is very kind. They’re trans like you.”

Hongjoong smiled at that, he’d transitioned in such an unsafe environment. Been forced to have sex with men just so his mother could keep calling him her daughter. Nausea bubbled up in his stomach that he quickly swallowed down. His asexuality had stemmed from that trauma, now sex disgusted him; he didn’t want any part in it.

“That makes me happy, though I’m mostly excited to have an actual bed to sleep on. And a proper shower, food.”

His life at his parent’s house had been rough. He’d be starved, forced to sleep on the floor or outside on the porch like a dog, he doesn’t even remember the last time he actually showered since graduating. Bumjoong laughed and nodded,

“How about you go shower, you do stink. I’ll have the movers bring your stuff up. It’s the third floor, door has 24 on it.”

Hongjoong nodded heading into the apartment complex. It was nice, far nicer than anything he’d ever had. The elevator dinged open , a few people walking out allowing Hongjoong to slip in. Pressing the button to the third floor he removed the jacket he’d been wearing. Dark red, pink, and white scars ran up his arms. A grim reminder of all the times he’d tried to harm himself to escape his parents torments, the times he’d been hospitalized for bleeding too much. That wasn’t going to happen anymore, he wouldn’t cut himself anymore. He was going to be clean. From cutting, drugs, alcohol. All of it.

The elevator opened, allowing the boy to walk to the apartment his brother had said and opened the door. It was a rather large apartment, the kitchen was spacious, the living room as well. He’d explore later, right now a warm shower was calling his name. Entering the bathroom Hongjoong eagerly turned on the water and stripped his dirty clothes, no amount of soap would be able to get the alcohol and weed smell out of them; he’d just toss them since Bumjoong bought him all new clothes. Stepping under the spray of the shower Hongjoong moaned in relief. The hot water washing weeks of dirt off his skin, even some old blood he hadn’t realized was there. It felt nice to finally have a shower, to get all the grime off his skin, finally be clean.

Once he finished in the shower Hongjoong looked at himself in the mirror. His tan skin now clean and glowing, his chest looked better too, the scars from his top surgery faded more than he’d originally thought.

“I actually look like…a person.”

He touched his face, there were a few pimples but nothing he couldn’t get rid of with his skin care products.

“Wow is that my little brother? What happened to that dirty little gremlin.”

Bumjoong was holding clean clothes for the younger, a smile on his face.

“I’m still a gremlin don’t worry. Just a clean one now. Fuck it feels amazing to actually be clean!”

Taking the clothes Hongjoong quickly began to get dressed, the clothes fit nicely; he would definitely be making the shirt into a crop top though. Once he was dressed he helped Bumjoong move in the rest of his stuff, once all the boxes were inside Bumjoong helped set up his new phone. Transferring all the data and ultimately deciding to get rid of the old one so Hongjoong would be safer and couldn’t be tracked.

“Okay, I have to go to work now. So the place is yours until midnight, you can order food with my debit card; don’t talk to strangers.”

Bumjoong ruffled the boys hair. Hongjoong nodded, already comfortable on the couch and wrapped up in a blanket. Since Bumjoong was a nurse he worked long hours, meaning Hongjoong would be alone more often than not.

“Okay, I’ll probably take a nap. Love you, see you later.”

Bumjoong kissed his brother’s cheek then left the apartment. The only sound being the air conditioning and the tv playing some drama Bumjoong had been watching earlier. It was nice, not having to worry about getting hit or assaulted. Hongjoong curled up on the couch, texting his friends in the group chat they had on discord.

Joongie💕: I’m finally out of my parent’s place and in Seoul. I’ll get to see you guys more now, this apartment is nice! I actually got to take a shower and eat proper food, have an actual drink. I’m gonna get used to this fast.

Youngie 🐈‍⬛: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU JOONG! You deserved this!

Putting his phone down Hongjoong curled up and drifted to sleep on the couch.

•

It was around 8pm when Hongjoong finally woke up, ordering food and changed into a cropped tank top and shorts to go to bed in after he ate. The apartment was now illuminated with led lights that turned on automatically, there were even some in Hongjoong’s bedroom that really made it feel cozy. A knock on the door came a few moments later, the small boy moved to open the door and grab his food. At the same time the neighbor opened theirs, for the same reason it seemed. The two made eye contact across the hall, Hongjoong’s cheeks heated up.

The man looking back at him looked to be a tiny bit older than him, maybe 19 or 20; long black hair was tied into a ponytail. He had peircings, an eyebrow and industrial. Hongjoong had them too, his ears, septum, and belly button. This guy, was exactly Hongjoong’s type.

“Oh hello! You must be Bumjoong’s little brother, I’m Seonghwa nice to meet you. I’m 20, I’ll be a freshman in college this August.”

The stranger, Seonghwa; held out his hand to Hongjoong who shook it.

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m 18. I’m going to college too, and I’m gay- I mean no not gay, actually I am gay but…aish!”

Hongjoong blushed while Seongwha laughed.

“I’m gay too, it’s okay. You’re very cute Hongjoong I hope I see you more. Do you have KakaoTalk?”

Hongjoong nodded, taking out his phone so they could exchange kakao IDs.

“I hope I get to see you more too Seongwha, sorry for being weird.”

Seonghwa shook his head, “I like weird. I hope you have a good night.”

Hongjoong watched as Seonghwa grabbed his food and entered the apartment across the hall, waving to the smaller boy as he closed the door. Grabbing his own food and walking to his bedroom Hongjoong immediately opened his chat logs on discord.

Joongie💕: cute boy alert! Really cute boy! And I totally fucked up and said I was gay and embarrassed myself! I have his KakaoTalk though! So I’m excited to get to know him.

Sitting on his bed Hongjoong began to eat his food while turning on an anime he’d been watching. This was the start of something better, especially if there was a cute boy only a door away.

[hungergamesheadcanons]

And So I Ran

*Lucy Gray's POV of Coriolanus losing his mind*

I was only supposed to be gathering katniss.

Sure it was a little early in the season for it, but unfortunately in District 12 we aren't blessed with a wide variety of plants. Plus neither Coryo nor myself were great hunters.

I left him there with the guns. I figured he'd make the best decision anyway - this sort of scenario was far from my forte. I'd gather some katniss, we'd eat tonight and I'd save some for the journey ahead, and then we'd sleep and continue moving in the morning.

But then I heard him.

He sounded angry, or insane, and my first thought was that he'd found something. Maybe it was the shawl I'd taken off - I'd hung it on a tree so that it wouldn't get snagged while I was on my hands and knees in the dirt. After all - katniss was a root plant, and that shawl was precious. I was about to yell out to him, to find him and tell him why the shawl was off, when I heard it.

Mockingjays. Gunshots.

I think my subconscious understood what happened before I did - that I wasn't safe, even though I loved him. I guess if the Hunger Games is good for anything, it's keeping you on your toes, as before I even knew it I was running away. I think the gunshots must have covered the noise I made, as he didn't seem to pursue me, despite the constant snapping on twigs beneath my feet and my stumbling around due to my shoes (while stylish, they weren't exactly made for this kind of terrain. I was a performer, after all, not a hunter).

By the time I was far enough away that I thought myself safe, I could hear him faintly in the distance. My name, coming out of his lips angrily, the occasional gunfire, before silence rang out.

I wanted to go back.

I also wanted to go far away.

I hid behind a large tree for what felt like hours. I was half expecting Coryo to come around the side of it - whether to kill me or kiss me I just didn't know. Similarly, I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed that he didn't come.

Maybe he thought he'd killed me. Maybe he thought I was long gone.

But I had to move forwards. I knew now that despite how pure and kind he had seemed, how gently he'd treated me in the Capitol and how generous he had been, he would not hesitate to kill me if he thought I was in his way.

I was a lovesick fool, and it had come back to bite me.

I had to eat a couple of the roots before moving on - despite the fact I hadn't eaten much during the Games, and had never had the most constant food supply, I was starving. Maybe it was the panic that had sucked all the energy out of me, but I wasn't sure.

All I knew was that I needed to get far away from 12 as soon as possible.

For all I knew, Coryo was heading back right now to tell the peacekeepers my plan. They could be out in the forest in droves searching for me - to execute me on the same tree poor Sejanus had died on.

So I packed away the roots I gathered, cutting a few more for the journey while I was here. My choices were to run, or throw myself into the lake and let nature take care of it.

That wasn't an option.

And so I ran.

[bbgoldfish]

hi i just wanted to say your fic made me so wildly happy holy shit it was one of the best things I've ever read and like. drove me insane in the best way possible?? I WAS GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET AT HOW GOOD IT WAS DSJKMSA

!!!!!! omg . 😭😭 thank you so much for reading it!!! and for going out of your way to send me an ask !!!!

i was genuinely hesitant on posting it at first because like. impostor syndrome and what the fuck ever but i’m glad i did in the end anyways!! and hearing from you (and anyone who leaves a comment really) makes me happy too!!! i’m glad that whatever johnshi my evil brain’s cooked up made you giggle just a little bit! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

thank you so much again!! <333

[lesbiancharliedalton]

between 2020-2023 i got soooo stuck. like it was a total accident i just happened to move back home with my dad in late 2019 with the intention of moving back out in a few months but womp womp noise. so obviously that didn't happen and i spent the whole time just working and doing absolutely fuckall. i saved up a shit ton of money, enough money to allow me to live off of savings for a few years LITERALLY which is what i'm doing rn (maybe not the best idea but like i can do it. so whatever.) but i didn't do anything. i didn't make any friends. i didn't go out by myself i didn't meet new people i didn't hang out with anyone other than my dad, my mom when i would visit her and my much older long-distance FWB who i had to fly out to see.

and i just like fell into this once i got comfortable with it and stayed there bc i didn't know what else to do. like by the time it became a possibility to move back out i just felt too stuck. i didn't want the same thing to happen where i moved to a new city without a job and let my bank account deplete until i moved back in with my dad so i just worked and did nothing. i like completely forgot how to socialize with people i forgot how to do EVERYTHING i only hung out with those people literally. like i didn't talk to anyone else except online.

and finally my jobs like drove me to insanity bc they fucking sucked and i was so fucking miserable that i kept having meltdowns but therapy never helped me because i just wasn't committed. i was like way too stuck in my ways to stop being miserable and i was too afraid of failure so i was like well at least this way i'm a consistent failure i know what's going to happen. if i try anything else i'll get my hopes up and fuck up again! also i had this weird dependency on my FWB bc of many different extremely complicated reasons that i can't talk about on here but that's an entirely different situation ahahaha

and it literally did all turn around when i rewatched dps it was literally like i flipped a switch in my head and i was like. i know what i have to do now. and at the same time my best friend who i hadn't hung out with in years who i kind of drifted apart from for 2 years needed a new roommate in chicago. and i was like yeah i have to do go do that now. and then i spent a year trying to like rediscover myself and make up for all the lost time i was just stagnant and waiting around for someone to save me.

i started thinking about my identity and who i am and what i want and obviously that eventually led me to realizing i'm a lesbian and not bisexual and i would never be happy if i kept trying to date men (which i did exclusively bc i didn't feel like i was good enough to be with a woman, especially not a lesbian. like lol i literally was like they're too cool for me i could never be one because i'm not good enough. they're so much better than i am. akjfdskjkskgkshd)

and now i live with my best friend and i go to events constantly and i go to the lesbian bar by myself frequently after years of feeling like i wasn't good enough to put myself in LGBT spaces. and i meet new people every single time. i go to dating events and other shit like that even though i spent years without like, any socialization whatsoever outside of my parents and like. a couple other people. !!!!!

i've dated more people this year than any other year of my life and i met every single one at the gay bar and none of them worked out and i experienced my first lesbian heartbreak but i also experienced lesbian sex for the very first time (like aside from experimenting with friends etc) and also it's actually beautiful to have feelings. it's actually beautiful to have emotions and feel things for people and that includes the negative stuff :-)

anyway idfk whatever.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Well.

That was one helluva last week.

Mostly it was the wind storm that dropped on us Tuesday evening. 

I actually caught a prediction of the storm ("Bomb Cyclone" as the news called it) by UW Atmospheric Scientist, Cliff Mass, a few days earlier... but my read of his prediction put the worst of the storm along the coast and all over the Cascade foothills.

Sucks for them.

Of course I never considered how bad the "normal" part of the storm would be and I got my first taste of it walking across UW's Red Square after dark starting my way home. A bit of rain... but a lot of wind that was starting to push against me in a meaningful way. Then later I'm on 196th in Lynnwood waiting for the crosswalk light when an east to west gust of wind forces me to lean into that wind because I wasn't sure if it would knock me over. Seriously. 

Of course by that time Kimmer'd already told me our neighborhood was without power. Driving home, though, I got a pretty good look at how far beyond our neighborhood the loss of power extended.

I arrived home to a neighborhood cloaked in darkness but with Kimmer already having set up candles all over the house. Every room. It was a very sweet look and I took a bunch o'pictures. ☺️

Thus was our home life transformed.

For example, with no power to the oven it's... salad time.

With no light or heat, the best play seems to be diving under the covers as quickly as possible and waking up the following morning with power restored.

That was the plan.

Unfortunately the next morning did not bring electricity with it so we drove to work an hour and a half maybe two hours early and scored breakfast sandwiches at a nearby Starbucks in town.

On the other end of the day, we delayed leaving town for as long as possible, hoping the power'd be back late in the evening but before we rolled into our driveway.

Nope.

That didn't work either.

This is Wednesday night, now, and since it's around 11 anyway, we go to bed after a little Resident Alien on my laptop, with my Bluetooth speaker, through Kimmer's WiFi hotspot named "Franklin".

Next morning, Thursday morning, there's still no power so we get outta bed, throw on some cold clothes then head out to Fred Meyer real quick for some light shopping then breakfast sandwiches in the Starbucks that's just inside the southwest entrance.

After shopping and breakfast, we head back home where, Hallelujah!, the power's back on.

Did I say Hallelujah?

Now Kimmer, especially, is back in business for online work from home. Unfortunately for me, the power back on doesn't mean instant hot water again. So I head out, second consecutive morning without a shower of any kind.

Returning home that evening, we're back to normal with a cherry on top, the cherry being the nut-free, made in a nut-free facility, deeply chocolate frosted cupcakes that're also injected with chocolate frosting.

Cuz I'm a great husband like that. 🥳

So then Friday's a regular day only it's not a regular day because it's Linzy's birthday! 

First thing in the morning, though, we look up and out the french doors to our bedroom when we spy Dinker the cat outside in front of the doors. Not a super unusual occurrence... only he's been gone missing a coupla weeks and we presumed him dead on account of raccoons.

So this is our cat. Back from the dead.

By the way, he's chunkier than when we saw him last two weeks before... and he smells of cigarette smoke. So either he took up smoking and then binge-eating mice and birds or...

Someone's been keeping our cat locked up in their home for the past two weeks.

Insane.

Pretty sure we know who it is 'cause, sadly, they're in a late stage of life with an ever looser hold on reality. 🤨🤔

Anyway, Dinker The Cat came home. 🥳

Back to Linzy's birthday, though, because early that afternoon we picked her up at her place and jetted off to Pacific Place in downtown to catch the newly-released "Wicked". Later, my second-cousin texts me 

"Did you like it ??"

And I say

Absolutely. But the experience for me went like this: They coulda lopped off the first five to ten minutes and started with Galinda arriving at school. I spent the first half of the movie HATING. GALINDA'S. GUTS. The middle of the movie was the most compelling, powerful part. Then fun until they meet oz. Then the end gets super intense until both linzy and I discovered this was part one of two movies and the second doesn't come out until this time next year. WHAAAAAAAAAAT???!!! 😡 But yeah. Great movie! ☺️

Yeah.

That was not. A fun surprise.

So now we're into the weekend and we're looking ahead at this coming Thursday: Thanksgiving.

Kimmer's doing a cooked potato trial run, testing out her recipe and cooking instructions for what will be, essentially, today's breakfast. Then she's on the phone with a dear friend whose family's joining us and the discussion gets well into the tall grass of food, drinks, desserts, and seating arrangement.

The missus 'n I talk about these things as well, trying to determine next steps so that the week goes smoothly.

Which is all.

We really.

Want.

🙂

[saberdeity]

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 》 𝐏𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫

pairings - Pablo Schreiber x fem!reader

summary - after being away too long, you need some attention from your handsome fiancé

warnings - 18+, mature themes, strong language, major fluff

a/n - ever since watching the halo series I have been obsessed with Pablo, I mean how can you not be?! this man is beautiful and adorable and ahhh I cannot even explain! anyway we need more works for this guy!! so I decided to at least try. plus this gif of him makes me want to sit on his lap, touch his chest and never ever leave. I hope you guys like it all feedback is welcome and appreciated 💕

Pablo was a hopeless romantic, he wanted to make you smile in every possible way he could. You were living the dream with him, everything about him was perfect and everyone you talked to always moaned about not still being in the honeymoon phase but 3 years in and you could safely say you still were with him.

Since he was shooting Halo, he had been in many different countries which required a lot of time and a lot travelling meaning during these months he was away from home. You knew this would happen when you first got together with him and three years on it still never gets any easier. He'd been away for almost 4 months and to say you missed him was an understatement.

You were counting down the hours from when he'd told you he was boarding the plane. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when he arrived home so you cooked his favourite meal, stocked the fridge and pantry with all of his favourite snacks and foods also making sure the house was entirely clean. By the time you had finished, he was due back any minute and the excitement was almost too much to bare at this point. When you heard the car pull up you did everything you could not to burst out of the front door and run into his arms which you usually would have done but you knew he would be so tired. Soon enough he came through the door looking as perfect as ever.

"baby?" he called out, his voice laced with relief yet tiredness "I'm home" He adds before you come running around the corner.

"You're home!" you whisper shout excitedly, jogging over to him and wrapping your arms around him so tight you surprised yourself with the amount of strength you had.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction as he wrapped his arms around you also quickly dropping his bags to the floor. From the sheer size difference you only being 5"6 and Pablo standing at 6'4 you were just about managing to reach him standing on your tip-toes but Pablo had the best solution. His broad arms wrapped around your waist before he effortlessly lifted you into his embrace, your legs wrapping around his waste and connecting around his back automatically.

"I've missed you so much my love" you whispered softly, burying your head into the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses to any part of the skin there that you could reach.

"I've missed you more bubba" He smiles, pressing the softest kiss to your temple.

You both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying one another embrace and company before things began turning back to normal. Whilst you finished up dinner, Pablo began to unpack his bags and get cleaned up. The day of travelling had taken its toll on him so a much needed nap was taken.

You felt selfish feeling the need for his attention especially with how hard he's been working he deserved some down time but you couldn't help but need him, crave him all the time. His smell drove you insane, the musky yet minty fragrance ignited the flame inside you like a match to gasoline and you soon began to feel the tingle in between your legs get greater and greater. The tingle grew even more when you noticed him slouched on the couch with his tight white t-shirt and his favourite sweatpants which he knew drove you crazy.

You stood admiring from the doorway, your index finger in between your lips as you drooled at the sight in front of you. Your friends always complained about their boyfriends playing video games but when yours looked so good doing it, there was nothing to complain about. Pablo noticed after a while of your staring.

"C'mere beautiful" he signals, a cheeky smile plastering across his face as you made your way over.

You smirked, throwing your legs over his and straddling his hips, sitting on the rightful throne of his thighs. Your hands slowly moved from his abdomen and over his chest, gently pressing at the toned muscles beneath his shirt. You couldn't help the movement of your hips as his huge hands placed themselves firmly on your hips. You slowly leant over, pressing your chest against his before connecting your lips to his. The kiss was slow and passionate at the start before quickly turning into pure desperation. You could feel his appendage pressing against your lower abdomen as a smirk appeared on your lips.

"feels like somebody else missed me too" you smirked wiggling your hips a little as he chuckled.