#Dick (smug): “You did learn from the best”

[violent138]

It would be hilarious if Dick (recently dumped) and Jason (perpetually uninterested) were discussing their lack of dating prospects and Tim asks what they're talking about and Dick explains before going, "High five Timmy" and Tim's like "Yeah no thanks, I've got [bitches]." And both Jason and Dick are stunned.

[venmondiese]

Anxiety Relieving Purposes

✧ part 1: stress relieving purposes ✧

Summary: Exam week has arrived so you have a another brilliant idea for you and Aemond. Seeing him full of dread and anxiety, you think of the best way of calming him.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, free use, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), no protection, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight (not so slight) size kink, fingering, aemond being a tease. ✧Word Count: 6.7k ✧Note: so..... aemond's exam is fully here!! and all the things he studied are things that I AM studying at the moment so yeah #studying and writing. I have weeks FULL of things, and may seems (at the moment) very empty, so I will try to work on my wips there!!

The day of the famous exam, Aemond was outside the classroom, as he waited for his name to be called. His turn was near at 16:15 pm, so he came with anticipation, as the professor asked for them to wait in case a space was available for whatever reason. 

14:01, his expensive watch said. It was his grandfather’s, and he asked his father to give it to him, ignoring the fact that he conveniently asked when his father was high on medications, but that was another thing. He even wore that seven pointed star necklace his mum gave to him, so the Gods may be with him. 

This class was brutal, and he knew it. He knew very well when he enrolled with this particular professor. It was hard, but you learnt everything. And he, the pretentious ambitious little shit that he was, did it willingly. 

He should have listened to you. Your exam? To start, it wasn’t even oral like this one, and you could take your notes to the exams, because it was mostly rational and analytical thinking. Have you learned much? No, but you were passing.

And it wasn’t like he got bad grades, in fact he was one of the brilliant few people in the class. The thing is that this particular exam was valued at 40% whereas the rest of papers and exams were barely over 15%. If someone failed this one it was the end. 

He took a drag of his cigarette, leaning over the open window of the hallway, so the smell of cigarette wasn’t so evident. He wanted to do this oral exam as quickly as possible, so he was waiting like a vulture around the classroom.

When a single hand covers his only functioning eye, he sighs as he smokes, rolling his eye under your hand.

“Guess who!” It is your animated voice, and even without saying anything, he’d know it was you.

“You little shit” He says, taking your hand off. “You really just covered one of my eyes?”

As he turns, he sees you holding a bucket of fried chicken, and he has to smirk. 

“Well, I had to hold your lunch with the other hand, duh.” You say smugly, almost proud of this little surprise for him. “You know that five cigarettes do not count as lunch?”

“It does when you are anxious. And about to throw up” He adds, as he looks a bit at the closed door of the auditory, and he sighs. 

Your smug smile softens, and you leave the bucket of food on the near table, and you wrap your arms around him, as he decides to kill his cigarette on the ashtray, to wrap his arms around you as well.

“You’ll do fine” You whisper, assuring him of it. “And the professor will be so surprised that he’ll stand up and do a public ovation for you” You add teasingly. 

“That’s so…” He says giggling at the idea, his tight stomach feels more at ease at your silly jokes. “Stupid”

“It is in the future.” You say, convinced “And he’ll immediately give you a doctorate, and then you’ll work and maintain me, of course.” 

He chuckles amused, rubbing you back as he looks where your chin rests against his chest, looking up to him. “And I’ll do that willingly? Oh gods, maybe I’ll fail the exam, then”

You laugh as you hit the side of his left rib, and he tightens his embrace slightly.

“I’ll pay you well” You say nodding.

“How so?”

“I’ll clean the house, and I’ll be your pretty maid which from occasion to occasion sucks your dick”

“I think I'll be better if you become my personal sex slave” he whispers with a smug smirk, and he feels your hand slapping the side of his rib again. “Because you are already my slut, no?”

“Imbecile. And look at me, buying you lunch. Fried chicken, the spicy one that you like.” You add the last thing, separating from his hug as you cross your arms. “Men are disgusting, they want only one thing” You dramatise as he laughs at your words.

“Fine, fine… we’ll eat the fried chicken. You’ll feed me yourself?”

“You are insane if you think…” Your voice trails off as you see how his smile fades and he tilts his head to watch the students leaving the auditory.

You turn to watch the scene, a girl clearly crying as she makes her way to the bathroom. Baela comes out of the classroom, slightly defeated, with another student. One of the assistants of the professor closes the door, so they discuss the answers immediately. 

Aemond walks hushedly next to Baela, as you grab the bucket to follow him. You can see how his body is tense, walking hushedly and full of anxiety.

“How did it go?” Aemond joins the conversation as Baela is the first of the group to get out, and you see Cregan and Jace get close too, along with other fellow students.

“It fucked me” Baela admits shaking her head.

You can feel the anxiety along the group, and you stand next to Aemond, looking at him as he places a hand on his mouth as if to think what the hell and how the fuck he will get over this.

“What did they ask you?” You dare to ask.

“ How biopower by Foucault could relationate with Deleuze and Guattari’s… notion of desiring-production, how the concepts contribute to the understanding of modern forms of governance and subjectivity as seen in class.” She says and everyone looked extremely horrified by the question itself. 

“Holy fuck” Jace mutters.

“And Moeria? What about her? She left crying..” Cregan says as he looks at Baela.

 “ How Foucault’s disciplinary power intersects with Judith Butler’s performativity? With examples from each perspective and respective works… and how they work together, something like that”

“That was easy!” Aemond says, frustrated, because he wasn’t the one to get that question. You see how his own hand starts picking on his cuticles, and breaking his nails in anxiousness.

“Fucking Foucault…” Jace murmurs as he sighs horrified. 

You can see how Aemond’s hand trembled slightly, he was as well horrified. He’d told you, there were only 40 questions, randomly selected. He had to study hard, read like five books just to get asked one question. And when the easiest left, only the hard ones left for the ones at the very end.

“Let’s eat” You say, taking his hand, and he looks at you, with uncertainty in his eyes, as he nods slightly. He was anxious, you could see. “Destroying your hands won’t leave you at ease… Food might” You add with a gentle smile.

He nodded, sighing as he was tired. You exchanged slight awkward looks with Cregan as he waved his hand to you and you smiled politely, before walking away with Aemond. 

“I could have answered that one…” He whines as you two walk downstairs to eat. “It was far too easy. You wanna know why?”

“Why?” You ask just to leave him let all out. 

“If you add Foucault's insights into disciplinary power with Butler's theory of performativity, you get this more… full understanding of how social control operates through the regulation of bodies and identities! Together you can see the…the complex interplay that there is always is between power, discourse, and subjectivity in… shaping the understanding of self and society.” He says frustrated, as he follows you.

“Well, do not worry. Maybe you’ll get Foucault as you so adore him.”

“I swear that if someone else gets something about the panopticon… I will kill myself” 

“You won’t kill yourself over that”

“I’ll get the easiest top mark ever” He says very seriously about it. “It’s so easy I learned it when I was like two years old”

“You are over exaggerating, Aemond” You say as you both walk to the outside of the building, as you find a bench for you two to sit. “Relax”

“It is not in my nature”

“Believe me when I say that I know that” You say as you pat your side for him to sit. “That’s why I brought the best fried chicken ever.” As you open the bucket, he leans slightly as he puts some alcohol gel on his hands, ready to eat. He was starving, between the ball of anxiousness stuck on his stomach. “It is not as warm, but…”

“It could be cold, but I’d love it anyway because you brought them for me.” He says looking at you “You don’t even have classes today”

“No, I do not. That’s the thing when you are just the best student in class, you tend to approve earlier than the rest…”

“Oh, shush” He says as he grabs one and he makes a delighted moan as he eats it. “It’s so good. I needed this”

“The food or me?”

He rolls his eye, but lowkey, he knows that the answer is you. 

You two enjoy the food together, as you try to lighten up his mood. He is still very tense, his shoulders do not seem slightly as ease, and he was still trying to destroy his cuticles.

You look at his face. He looks slightly off. Aemond, who was very much perfectionist on his appearance, seems not to have cared enough these days. It felt like that, you knew. Studying hard so that you pass the appropriate time to bath, eat or sleep. 

The thing with Aemond is that he is utterly obsessive. A perfectionist at heart, and he likes things to do as he planned. Gives him security and confidence, and he always gave his whole soul to something so important for him. You sigh with a smile, as you feel bad for him as he seems so unease.

You lean to kiss his cheek, and he turns his head to look at you, getting out of his dissociated state. “Huh?”

Your eyebrows go up as if to ask him what he meant, as you smile. 

“What was that for?”

“I think you needed it” You say as he rolls his eye amused, leaving the empty bucket away. He looks at you, the university mostly empty, since most of the people already passed their classes and did not attend further, like you. He surely was lucky to have you, if it weren’t for you he’d surely still miss Alys. He does miss her sometimes, but after a long talk with you, he realises that she is not that worth it. But feelings don’t go away that easily, but it is clearly not love 

“Huh. What I need is a divine illumination right now” He says looking at his clock. 14:37.

“You need to calm your anxiety” You state, taking his hand on yours, and smiling at him. “Look at me.” He sighs, rolling his eyes, but he turns his body a bit to face you properly. “You know this. You read the whole books, and you knew all of it. You will nail this. There is no one here who knows the answer as you do.”

“You are far too kind” He says, his lips slightly curving. “And too good for my ego” he adds.

“Idiot. You see, you’ll end up like the assistants of the professor.”

“ I wish” he says dramatically. “The blonde one passed the exam with a hundred. Maybe she was asked about the panopticon. I swear it is so easy, I made an essay about 1984 and the whole theory of it.” he murmurs, still grumpy as he crosses his arms. “You know, there is a theory that she fucked the professor for it.”

You love good gossip, and you raise your eyebrows as your smirk is very much amused.

“Oh, is that so?”

“I mean, probably comes from envy and misogyny” he adds, rolling his eyes. “But If you get asked the easiest question…”

“Maybe you should fuck the professor as well.” you tease as he laughs a bit, less tense as his whole body moves at the amusement. 

You look at him for a brief moment, as the thought lingers in your mind for a moment. You look at him, and a very bad idea forms in your mind. Bad, but… fruitful.

You look at him, he was still tense, but less than before. His right left bounced slightly, and you looked at how huge his thigh looked against yours, even sitting on the same bench. 

You knew Aemond went to the gym almost daily, and he was very much into it, it was just his (other) way to relieve stress. He always talked about it, and you remember the occasion at Jacaerys’ sevenmas party when he and Jason Lannister had the brilliant idea to compete about who could do more pull ups without dying.

You have to press your thighs together at the memory of it. He was sweaty, and you remembered him gruting, and exhaling profoundly as he kept going. Because if Aemond was one thing, it was competitive. 

And he was more than willing to keep going with anyone who dared to challenge him. He went round after round, and you were like his personal spotter as he tried to win everyone. Sure, after going on several rounds with different people he had to back away.

You remember you and him laying on the couch as he expressed his body and arms burning from the sting. Back then, it wasn’t as arousing as it is now.

“I have just the right idea to help you” you say looking at him, as you already feel aroused. God, he was unaware of the lustful feelings he provoked in you.

“Oh gods.” Aemond says, turning to look at you. “How long will this bad idea take? I have like hour and a half”

 “It depends. Not much, I think. Well, this time, at least” You say with a giggle, and he looks at you puzzled. And you lean slightly closer. “I think you’ll like it”

Aemond blinks, as he is not sure what this idea entails.

“you have such bad ideas” he groans and you slap his arm as you chuckle.

“Hey! I have great ideas” 

“The last idea you had to help me was… were two actually. The first one being setting me up with Floris Baratheon and you with Cregan to use sex to destress”

“And? Did it go wrong??” You say.

“Your idea, yes. My idea, no. Which I remind you, was us sleeping together. Because it was my idea and I want the credit” he says smirking smugly. 

“But it was thanks to my idea”

“And the second one” he ignores your weak attempt to recover credit. “Were you cockwarming me as I read Foucault” he states amused. 

“Foucault would have loved that idea.” You say crossing your arms.

“it was a bad idea, admit it” he says amused looking at you. 

“Oh, so you aren’t in for cockwarming?” 

“No, I didn't say that” he says amused at how you turn the table on him. “I meant studying while you look so delightful, and your pussy warms my cock” he whispers slowly to you with a smirk “and you expect me to be okay with that and just read Foucault?” 

“Okay. But this one is good” you say smiling “Hear me out” 

Aemond rolls his eyes amused, but he sits back as he hears you, with an endearing smile as he does so. 

“You and I could… you know, we could relieve stress again” 

Aemond blinks slightly put off, and he looks at you.

“Like right now?”

“When else you’d be this stressed?” You ask as if he was stupid.

“Well, apologies for being rational and full of moments of stress” Aemond says “Besides, there are no places…”

“The bathroom, an empty class-”

“No places” He insists again, as if turning away your proposal. “And they’ll kick us out. And reading those books will be worthless.”

“They practically sucked your family dick for you to get in, Aemond. They won’t kick you out. Aegon probably did it…”

“Don’t compare us to Aegon-” 

“And he is still here, after changing like three times his career and failing all the classes.” you add nodding.

“I am not the one who won’t enter anywhere else”

“HEY!” you say slapping his arm as he laughs, and he passes an arm in your waist to scoop you closer as you cross your arms and look away in pride. “and the fool just wants to help you”

Aemond chuckles, as his face kisses your cheek, but you still look away, stubbornly. 

“I am joking, love” Aemond says softly, and he leans to kiss you neck softly. “We could do that”

“No, now I don’t want to” 

“You are being a brat…” he says mockingly, still smiling, and his arm around you keeps you pressed against him, as his hand rubs slightly your waist. “Come on. Don’t you wanna help me destress? Don’t you want my cock in your pretty pussy?” He whispers in your ear, placing his left hand on your thigh.

Sincerely, fuck him, because you immediately turn to look at him, and he knows how to push your buttons. He looks at you with the corners of his lips slightly turned up, as he nods softly. 

He is a little shit, persuading you to follow him to the bathroom. It was merely an idea, you knew he’d make fun from it, but not after that, he would take it to heart. 

You walk across the campus, almost empty from people that simply finished their courses or they were in class right now. And he holds your hand firmly as you head to the bathroom.

On campus, there were multiple bathrooms, but only one gender neutral bathroom. You two used to joke that this is were one came to fuck or get high. And no one really used them, as weird as it was. They weren’t always functional, and the doors tend to get stuck. But the mayor plus, is that they weren’t really dirty, nor people would come in.

Aemond leaves his backpack on the hanger inside the cubicle and you frown slightly. He didn’t bring his usual leather bag, and you point it out.

“I will go to the gym after this. I have my towel and my clothes” He explains softly, closing the door behind you and you hand your little purse too. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t as luxurious to have a bed.

“Okay. How do we…” you move your hands trying to see how the fuck you’ll do it. “I mean, I didn’t think how…”

“I don’t think anyone thinks before having sex, darling.” He says looking at the clean bathroom, it was better than anything. The floor was clean, and Aemond could see their reflections on the black shiny tiles. “Hm.” Aemond says, looking at you. “I have a few ideas…”

“You are still tense” you say looking at how his shoulder tense up. You move your hands to caress his shoulders, and look at him “Don’t be”

“It’s like telling a sad person just not to be”

You roll your eyes, and shake your head with annoyance. “Shut up.” 

You two remain silent, as if thinking how. You had a toilet, a sink and lots of hope. 

“It feels like… too dirty” you look up to him.

“Yes.” He agrees, as you two look at eachother. “We certainly don’t have to. I’ll be fine, you know. I appreciate…”

“No” you cut him immediately. “I’ll do it.” You insist, shaking your head at his proposals. “You look… honestly, terrible”

“Ah, thanks for the support” he says rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms. 

“It’s hot” you insist, as you grab his forehand to uncross his arms. You move his arms to place them around your waist, as you walk closer to him, looking up to him. “Seeing you all stressed and tense…” 

Aemond arches his left eyebrow, as his hand finds its way to your waist, holding you. He had no idea how you could lust him as you spoke how emaciated he was, but it was working.  

He smelled like coffee and cigarettes, and you smiled at him. Your hands caressed his chest, his pectorals were something else, as he looked at you, intrigued.

“I have to do something about it” you insist, looking up to him, your hands caressing his abdomen softly. “So… tell me what to do”

Aemond looks at you. His cock was already stirring, he could feel how he was growing on his pants, hard and needy. It is a slow torture, to be sure.

“Surprise me..” he says without really thinking. 

“No..” you shake your head. “You are very stressed, and it is a very important moment for you. You need to… relieve that stress. And I… allow you to use my body how you see fit. However you see fit. ” 

Aemond blinks, a bit baffled by such a proposal. Sure, the bathrooms weren't the ideal place for this, but his cock didn't think the same now, not when you were willing to please his tastes completely, and let him use your body to his liking. 

You move your hands to unbelt his pants, slowly as his hand loosen its grip on your waist, and look at your face as you seem so eager to see once again his cock.  

“Are you hard?” You ask softly, a rhetorical question as you feel his cock against his underwear, and you look up to him as you palm him a bit.

“Yeah” he murmurs, his voice like a grunt. 

“Want me to suck your dick?” 

Aemond takes a deep breath, as the corners of his mouth seem to go slightly up. He is getting annoyed at your teasing, but not the bad type of annoyed. The type of annoyed when you “behave like a brat” as he puts it, and he enjoys keeping you in line.

Whenever you insist on skipping class, he has to keep a close eye on you. If you insist on trying to get with someone which is no good for you, he has to keep you by his side. When you want to do something reckless, he stops you, a hand steady on your waist. 

“You know the answer” he says softly.

“Yes” your smile is cheeky as you move your shoulders “so?” 

Aemond sighs, his hands rubbing your arms and shoulder. “Yes. I want you to suck my dick” he says simply, and you smile a bit. “But I am sure you want to have my cock as well. Badly” he adds. 

You smile at him, and nod, feigning innocence.

“Then kneel”

“Floor is dirty” you remind him with a smirk. “Not the best-”

“Kneel on my feet.” he does not hesitate. “Won’t be dirty at all. You like being at my feet, don’t you?”

Your cheeks slightly burn from the remark. You look at him, and he looks nothing but smug.  You sometimes really hate him.

His boots are perfectly clean, you can picture him cleaning every little detail of his outfit so he looks presentable and even more perfect for his exam. It is both endearing and hot.

Your knees go to rest on his shoes. A bit uncomfortable, a bit too close. Forced proximity to his crotch, as he pulled his boxers down. 

You look up to him as your mouth salivates at the sight, his cock fat, big and swollen, getting harder by the second. It hits his own abdomen, tall and proud. 

You accommodate a bit your knees on his shoes, making sure it doesn’t hurt him for you to place your weight on his feet. Yet he doesn’t seem even fazed by that.

“Go on” he murmurs, moving some hairs out of your face, as he leans for his back to rest against the cold ceramic wall. He looks at you, his arousal growing as you press your lips to the base of his cock to kiss it, and you basically are taking your time for it, his face pressed against his cock as you leave little kisses on his base, going all up to his tip.

The weight of your knees on his feet is slightly uncomfortable, but he is too aroused, that it only fuels his lust for you. 

“We don’t have all the time” he murmurs, taking your hair to guide you.

“You don’t rush art-”

“Come on” he grunts as his fist is more tight to your hair. “You said I could use you as I wish. So shut up and take it” 

God damn you if it didn’t turn you on.

His grip on your hair was firm, as his other hand went to rest at the top of your neck, holding your jaw. You are forced to have his dick on your mouth and the plus was that you could see his face perfectly.

At first, he lets you accommodate his cock on your mouth. He holds you, as if guiding you to it. You don’t have to do anything but be pretty, and open your mouth. And of course, taking his massive cock on your throat. 

You look at him with glossy eyes as he has his way in your throat, gently, holding you softly and soothing you, making you more receptive to all. 

“Shhhh, there, you are doing so good” His soothing voice comes in a low voice, as he has that pleased expression on his face, biting his lower lip as you swallow more and more of his cock. “So pretty”

It comes as a praise, as his hand gently caresses softly your throat as you take him well , making you maintain your head tilted up so his cock can slide perfectly down your throat, little by little, forcing you to keep it wide and open all for him.  

He lets a low groan, his grip hesitates, between becoming more firm or looser. He guides your  movements as you take him deeper. His cheeks are slightly red, his own mouth is open, panting to suppress the moans and grunts; his brows furrowed in pleasure as his eye is transfixed by the sight of you; his cock disappearing into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his mouth. 

“Fuck…” He barely can form the sentence, more like a pant, and he still tries to be quiet, his hips start thrusting in your mouth, keeping your head still for him to use however he pleases. However he wants. Utterly at his mercy.

Once his cock hits the back of your throat, he starts bucking his hips up roughly. He holds your head, a tight and firm grip as he pumps his dick in and out. 

“So hot” He breathes out, “Taking my dick like this” He says, as if the mere thought aroused him more. 

You gurgle on his cock, the head of it hitting your throat, and you try to remain quiet. The gagging sounds are nothing but obscene, and they resonate in the bathroom halls. 

You look up to him, and you let him use you. Even if you can’t breathe, even if your throat will be sore- gods, even if they catch you. Why? Easy.

Aemond seems more relaxed. He seems at ease, as his chest rises and falls as he pants, his face in a contorned expression full of pleasure, as his hand presses against your throat; the other still on your hair. He grips slightly your throat and can even feel the small bulge his cock makes on its way down. 

And you’d give anything to always see him this at ease. He is not relaxed; by nature. He tends to obsess, he tends to think and rethink things. He is hardly a person who goes by hedonistic ways, that enjoys leisure. 

But this? You might always be on your knees, fully open and available for him. And you have the faintest impression that you both know it. 

“Fuck” He pants again, trying to keep his voice no louder than a mer murmur. “You feel me here? I’m all the way down, baby” He says, his hand gripping at the end of your jaw and beginning of your throat. He stops his thrust, and you swallow a bit, squeezing him. He moans, shamelessly. 

You look up to him, and nod softly; as you can do so. He smirks and nods, his lips open as the hand on your hair moves to move some hairs out of your forehead.

“It does… It does help” He says, grinning a bit, out of breath. “I don’t want to… cum, but neither to pull away.”

Your hands move to his thighs, and you look up to him. He loves the sight of you. You begged for him to use you, and that thought drives him feral insane. 

“I’ll fuck you” He says as he pulls out, and he leans to take you by your armpits to keep you on foot. He moves your long skirt all the way up, and his smirk lets you know that he has no plans of stopping. 

“Yeah, yeah” You say without breath.

“I was not asking” he says as he grabs you, and he presses your back against the door, moving his hips closer, so you don’t have another option but to wrap your legs around his waist.

As his hands move to try to move your panties to the side, you look at him, and almost in a moment of clarity you murmur. 

“Against the door is a bad idea, it will creak” You complain, but Aemond roll his eye at annoyance.

“Shut up” he murmurs “You say that I could use you, so you don’t get a say in this. If I want to fuck you like this, you’ll take it”

You blink, and he looks up to face you. He is so enjoying this, his grin is smug, and his eyebrows are slightly frowning as if asking you to defy him.

“Yes, sir” You murmur, slightly playfully, and slightly not playfully.

He hums, and nods. He is pleased with your answer. 

“Soaked wet” he smirks as his fingers trace your panties. “It could be freezing cold, and you’ll still use these damn skirts, hm?”

“Always in hopes you’ll bend me over” You say softly, and he chuckles a bit. He moves to kiss your lips, as his fingers move your panties to the side, and moves his fingers slowly inside. 

His scent is driving you more feral, cigarettes and coffee, he is pested on it. Maybe he had like three coffees to keep himself up, and cigarettes to calm himself down. His perfume is strong, and you knew he liked to have those masculine scents, but the ones who smelt good, and you loved his perfume. 

He pushes his fingers in and out, and you gasp on his mouth, your hips trying to move as he keeps you pressed against the door. It is utterly naughty, you know it.

“You ruined me” he murmurs against your neck, placing kisses there. “When I’ll be answering that question, that I studied so hard for… I’ll be imagining you sucking my dick.”

You whimper slightly, feeling full of him. Being full of him, of his fingers. He fucks you, preparing you for his cock.

“I missed this pretty pussy, this tiny hole of yours.” He says, his other hand wrapping around your waist to keep you still, and helping you not fall. “So wet for me. Are you always wet when you are around me? Wearing your most provocative outfits for me?”

“Yes” You admit as you blush a bit. He reads you like an open book.

“Fool of me to ask that. In my eyes, all your outfits are provocative. All your outfits make me wanna stuff you on my cock, and have you crying of pleasure” He murmurs against your neck, and he decides that a hickey will decorate your neck just fine. 

You whimper, squeezing his fingers as his hot mouth sucks against the skin of your neck, and you squirm slightly on his arms. You drive him insane, and after a while he is satisfied, moving away to inspect his art.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard” He says, breathless as his thumb move over then hickey. 

His promises are never empty, as you feel his cock entering your cunt in a swift motion. It is not your first time taking him, but every time feels better than the last. 

You squirm trying to get in a better position against the door, but he keeps you still in the position he wants. You wrap an arm around his neck for better stability, as his hips start to buck against you, using his grip on your waist to move you up and down on his cock. 

Gods, he is so strong, you know it. He is holding all your weight as he fucks you, each thrust, your back hits the door, making it creak and grate, every thrust hitting it softly. It is so obscene, yet it arouses you more. His strong arms around you, his muscles against your body. It arouses you more than it should, feeling your body against his firm chest, as he fucks you.

His head moves back to your neck, to the other side, barely over your clavicle to make another hickey. He is full hands-on, hitting your ass softly as he uses you, as his cock pounds your cunt over and over. 

“You like when I use you? When I fuck you how I want?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I love it…” You whimper as you feel the little kiss he leaves over your hickey. 

“You love it, I know, baby” He says, his other arm going to your waist, now wrapped up and holding you close against his chest, moving you up and down on his cock.

You mewl at the change of position, you don’t care how much your shoulders accidentally hit the door, you just want for him to…

It hits you like a cold bucket of water.

“We are not using a condom” you murmur, and his thrusts stop a bit, his head looking up to face you. He didn’t realise the fact either.

You two blink at each other, and he waits for you to continue. 

“You should cum inside and we’ll try our luck” you say softly, and his hands grip on your waist tighter.

“Fuck yes…” He breathes out, the thought drives insane, and by how he is fucking you harder, you know it.

You lean softly, your breasts against his neck as you lean your head closer to his ear. “You’ll give that exam while I am leaking your cum” 

Up and down, he moves you, the filthy sound of your ass against his flesh, and he moans, more desperate to cum. Your cunt squeezes a bit, his cock is sliding against your walls in a delicious way, and you are becoming too overwhelmed by the size of him too, how the head manages to grind your sweet spot and how he is grunting against your ear.

His thumb rubs back and forth against your clit. Your jaw drops, as you feel yourself cumming from how much he is doing to you, how he magically knows all secrets to make you melt on his cock. It is almost as magical as you know his secrets too.

You milking his cock has to be one of his favourite newfound discoveries. Maybe his new favourite hobby. Your cunt squeezing his cock, as if making sure his balls go empty, releasing himself in you with such determination, that maybe it’ll get you pregnant. And that thought, to his horny head, does not bother him. 

He holds you still, impaled on his cock as he cums inside you, nuzzling his head on the curve of your neck to drunk himself on your scent. It calms him, to be sure. And he loves it. Familiar, sweet and cosy. As if it was home for him.

You two share lazy kisses, as he has no problem holding you still. You smile, your hands resting against his strong shoulders, and he eventually pulls out and leaves you safely on your foot again. 

“I have another idea” You say smiling to him.

“Gotta give it to you, this idea wasn’t bad. So I am hearing you out” He says as he takes a small towel from his bag, wiping some of the sweat on his neck and you smirk mischievously.

Your hand goes to your panties, taking them out and presenting them to him. They are still soaked wet, and you smile proudly at your idea.

“What?” He asks frowning, but slightly amused.

“Like a lucky charm” 

He looks at you in disbelief before he starts laughing a bit. 

“What?” It is your turn to ask him.

“That is such a… silly idea” 

“Think about it! You can keep it with you when you answer the questions.”

“Darling, that is… Your bad ideas made a comeback, eh?” He teases you, saving the towel on his bag and you take the opportunity to hit his chest again.

“Fine.” You say “Don’t take them”

“I didn’t say I was not gonna take them as my lucky charm. I just said it was silly” he says, taking your panties from your hands, and putting them in his pocket. 

“Pervert” you murmur amused, turning around to unlock the door of the bathroom, which he totally uses to slap your ass, in which you whine “Aemond!”

You two get out as quickly as you can, no one seems at sight. You look at yourself in the mirror and scrunch your face at seeing your state.

“Look at what you-” you start but you both turn to look at the person who just walked in.

As they move to take some of the toilet paper, with a stuffy nose, Aemond moves closer to you, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly as you feel them side-eye you both. No words were spoken, but it was awkward. 

Once they go away, you and Aemond share a look.

“Pff, that was close” You try to break the tension.

“It wasn’t close. You look absolutely fucked.” His hand moves to comb your hair, as some crazy locks were out of place. He? Looked divine and perfect as always. “And the hickeys don’t help your case”

“How am I supposed to go out with those things in my neck? Gods” you say, a hand rubbing the hickey as if they would disappear with that. “And I have to buy the pill-”

“Yeah” he says, pressing his lips together as he tries to suppress a smile. “Well, to be fair it was your idea.”

“I totally forced you to it” You roll your eyes as you two walk out of the bathroom and back to the waiting hall.

“Hm” He says amused. “I am innocent”

You both wait seated, with other of his classmates around. He does not engage, he is obviously tense and anxious, but at the same time, it is not eating him alive as before. 

You feel proud of that. He was an anxious mess, and thanks to you he was well fed and got to release all his worries on you, and your cunt. And for that, you smile. 

You can see Cregan wandering around with Jace, and you don’t care about him anymore. Sure, he was still hot as hell, but with Aemond near, you just lean your head on his shoulder and he rubs his nervous hand on your waist.

“Aemond Targaryen” His name is called out, and you stand along with him, taking his hand along yours. 

Before he goes in, with his other two classmates, you stop him, to kiss him sweetly. Your hands cup his face, and you have to be on your tiptoes to reach his lips properly. 

“They’ll ask you about Foucault” You murmur on his lips, as he looks at you, nervous but dumbfounded. “And you’ll nail this” 

That reassurance makes him smile, leaving a small peck on your lips before going in. Being asked about the Panopticon, being the top of his class and being assistant seem second hand worries as he knows that you’ll be waiting for him once he comes out from the exam. You’ll always be his lucky charm. 

[httpsghostie]

studying with soap

warnings: nsfw, unprotected piv, established relationship kinda thing

"oi, pay attention! if you don't pass this test you won't get in." soap said, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"I can't, I can't handle more information, I'm gonna pass out." you said with an exaggerated sigh, pretending like you were going to faint and he laughed at you.

"I'm going to spank this subject into you." he laughed, throwing the book on your bed.

"maybe you should, this way maybe I could learn something." you murmured and he gave you a smug look.

the next thing you know is that you're laying against the headboard with soap in between your legs, flicking and sucking at your clit with a flat tongue while he's forcing you to quote the questions and give him the answers.

and you get them wrong, of course you do, and to each one he gives you a hickey on the inner thigh.

and it goes for a bit until you can't even register what you're reading, and he's fast to catch that, pulling you on all fours and shoving his dick into your pretty little pussy while the past tests are in front of you and he's telling you to study them.

"what's the answer to question four?" he has both hands on your ass, keeping you from moving away from him.

"c…" you mewl, and soon you get a sharp slap to your ass.

"again." he demands in a playful tone, you think for a bit before answering, trying to remember your notes.

"it's b isn't it?"

"atta girl." he finally thrusts his hips into yours, holding you in place as he gets another paper with a previous test on it. "this one now. think, babygirl, don't get this wrong."

you try your best to think about what you studied, but it's so hard to think with soap rutting his cock into you, hitting your spots just so right.

you mewled another answer, not really sure about it, but to your surprise, it was right.

"good-fucking-girl." he groaned as you clenched around him. "maybe I'll start teaching you this way, hm? maybe we could learn some anatomy?" you could feel his smirk as he chuckled. "this one now, baby, last one and I'll make you cum, come on."

he pointed at a question before throwing one hand around you and starting to rub your folds. it was so hard to focus with his pace and being stuffed by his cock, but you had to be his good girl, you had to make him proud.

after thinking for about three minutes and not being able to get to a conclusion, you murmured an 'a'.

"cum f' me, love, be my good girl, would ya?" he whispered against your neck and you nodded, not taking long to get to your high before he also came inside of you.

he thrusted a few more times then pulled out, pulling you onto his lap to shower you with kisses.

"did I get them right?" you asked with half lidded eyes.

"not a single one, but you looked so good trying that I couldn't contain myself."

[adaesc]

ೃ⁀➷ cooking after patrol

This is my first fic ever so please be kind, I'm learning! This was also my first attempt at fluff soooo it's very short pls don't mind that.

Word count: 683

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You didn't get much sleep most nights. Dick was constantly in and out of the house. Worried for his wellbeing, you would stay up just incase he would come home in need of a bandage or a few stitches. Dick assured there was no need and if he needed medical care he would stop by the Batcave.

This night was different. Your day was stressful, and not in a casual stressful way. You had clients complaining and asking to speak to your superior all day, you spilled coffee all over a business report you needed to turn in, a plethora of issues plagued your day. The worst part was coming home and seeing your house completely empty. Your boyfriend, Dick, was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you fucking kidding me" You practically screamed as you dropped your bag onto the floor, items inside pouring onto the floor, and threw your keys onto the entryway table. Making no effort to clean up the spilled contents of your bag on the floor, you stampeded into the room Dick and you shared, heading straight for the dresser to change into more comfortable clothes.

When you finished changing, you dove for the bed. There was no hesitation to let sleep engulf your body as you shut your eyes and let your consciousness shift away...

BANG!

You wake to a loud bang from the kitchen. Looking on the nightstand at your alarm clock, you're not surprised to see the time.

2:39 A.M.

You're not surprised, Dick comes home around this time almost every night he patrols. Curiosity getting the best of you, you decide to go investigate the loud sound. Sliding out of the bed, you walk to the kitchen, readjusting your clothes that were jostled during your sleep.

"Dick..?" You called out.

"...Hi." He replied.

Dick was crouched on the ground sweeping up a shattered plate with a tiny broom. He finished sweeping up the plate and dumped it into the trashcan nearby.

"I was trying to make food for you, when I came back you were asleep. Bad day I'm guessing?" He walked over to you planting a chaste kiss on your forehead and a hand around your waist, walking you to one of the stools sat at the kitchen island. He saunters back to the counter where he was working.

"You have no fucking idea." You exclaimed as you leaned your head on your arm. Wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, you can't help but admire him and his attentiveness to your condition, you can't help but wonder..

How did I get this lucky?

"I burned the food, by the way. Cereal work?" You can't help but let out a chuckle at his comment. He knew he was a bad cook, but he wanted to try anyways, for you.

"Yeah, cereal works." He nodded in agreeance, turning around to look at you, laughing at the smug grin plastered on your face. He pulls two glass bowls out of the cabinet, a box of cereal from the pantry, and a carton of milk from the fridge.

"Would you want to talk about what's bothering you?" By the time he says this, all of the stressed that rid the day have washed away, there was nothing to worry about or stress over when in the presence of Dick. He was a ball of sunshine who lit up the room when he walked in with his beaming smile and charismatic charm.

He pours the cereal into the bowls and the milk shortly after. Setting a spoon into the bowls, he walks them over to you and sets them on the island. He sets the milk back in the fridge and goes to sit next to you.

Both of you lift up the spoons, taking a bite of cereal. You set the spoon down in the bowl and look in his direction.

"I think I'm okay for now." A great, bright smile from you shone in his direction. He turned from looking at his bowl to looking at you and let out a hum of approval.

[unnervinglyferal]

List of European countries and why I hate them, in alphabetical order:

Albania - I've never heard fucking anything about the people here, do you people even do anything save for having beef with everyone else in the Balkans. Fuck you.

Andorra - I don't think this place is even a real country. It's like the size of my dick. Fuck you.

Austria - You know what you did. Fuck you.

Belarus - Sucking Russia's dick just for the novelty of getting to be featured in their ongoing cringe compilation. An utter embarrassment. Fuck you.

Belgium - If there's two things I hate, it's colonialist brutality and the fucking smurfs. Fuck you.

Bosnia and Herzegovina - Despite all the rest of their shitshow, at least the rest of the Balkans can at least agree whether they're one country or two countries. Make up your minds. Fuck you.

Bulgaria - The best thing you've got going on is the yoghurt and even that isn't as good as the greek ones. Fuck you.

Croatia - Out of all the countries in Europe whose existence I had literally forgot about, this is the oldest and the largest. How do you trace your history back to the fucking antiquity and only barely seem to exist at all? Fuck you.

Cyprus - I actually had to google to check that Cyprus isn't just a part of Greece, but apparently you gained independence from the UK in 1960? How the fuck are you in Europe and get colonized by Europe. Fuck you.

Czech Republic - Your main export is utterly unpronounceable last names. There's a reason why you can't shouldn't be allowed to put five consonants in a row. Fuck you.

Denmark - Annoyingly smug golden retriever-ass mushy-faced fucks. If I pressed my open palm into a dane's face, it would ooze through my fingers because these mushy fucks don't have bones.

Estonia - The bitter, prettier and smarter sister to Finland who is passive-aggressively better at everything but still doesn't get the same attention. Finns show up to your shores to raid the booze stores, vomit on everything, and leave, and you just let them. Fuck you.

Finland - An entire nation of spoiled ivory tower whiners who just will not understand how good they have it. The entire country would die out by mass suicide if things ever got half as bad as they are in the rest of the world. Fuck you.

France - The only reason why the french aren't known as an equal mass of colonialist brutes as the brits are is the language barrier. They're just as stupid but you'll never know what they're thinking because they consider learning another language to be beneath them. Fuck you.

Georgia - The americans stole your name and put it on a state and you just fucking let them. Now we have to hear about their utter lack of understanding of geography every single time some shit happens at your borders. Fuck you.

Germany - I'm jewish. And looking at your involvement in Israel, I'm starting to think you people don't really even care that much whose side you're on, if there's a genocide happening anywhere, you just like to be included. Fuck you.

Greece - You have like 4000 years of recorded history verifying that you've spent that entire time thinking you're smarter and prettier than anyone else in the whole world. You specifically invented the word hubris to describe yourselves. Fuck you.

Hungary - I'm pretty sure that you guys are the reason why people think all of Europe is a backwards shithole. Fuck you.

Iceland - The only reason you people can dedicate all of your time in inbreeding ponies and people is because your climate is so miserable that nobody wants to move there. Fuck you.

Ireland - Your climate is just as wet and miserable as Iceland, but you still got colonized by the english. Fuck you.

Italy - I've never met an italian who was capable of doing anything in a punctual and organized way. Imagining a whole country being run by italians seems impossible. Like having 15 cats successfully operating a tank. Fuck you.

Kosovo - What the fuck even is the Balkans. You guys don't even have your own language. Fuck you.

Latvia - Like Estonia without any of the good parts. Fuck you.

Liechtenstein - This isn't even a real country, this is just the quarantine containment where Switzerland ships the people who are too annoying for Switzerland. Fuck you.

Lithuania - The most boring of the Baltics. Fuck you.

Luxembourg - There is no way this place is fucking real. The fuck do you mean your citizens are called luxembourgers. The fuck do you mean your official language is luxembourgish. What the fuck is any of this. Fuck you.

Malta - Same thing as Liechtenstein, but for all surrounding countries around the Mediterranean sea. Fuck you.

Moldova - How and why is there a tiny-ass country the size of my dick on the border of the Balkans. How does this exist. Fuck you.

Monaco - This isn't a real country, it's a french ploy for tax evasion. Fuck you.

Montenegro - Oh won't you look at that, another teeny tiny Balkan country. Montenegrin is the stupidest name I've ever heard for a language, that sounds like a comedy bit. Fuck you.

Netherlands - Fuck your weed and fuck your bicycles. Fuck you.

North Macedonia - This also feels like a country they just made up just to make the list of European countries longer. Fuck you.

Norway - Fuck your oil and fuck you.

Poland - Your main export is far right politics and porn-addicted communist furry femboys. Fuck you.

Portugal - Spain but a little bit to the left. The only way to tell the spanish and the portugese apart is by whether they get mad when you call them spanish. Fuck you.

Romania - Get your fucking shit together. Fuck you.

Russia - Fuck you.

San Marino - Italy has two stupid little city-states as pets. This one is the one I hate less because it only contains tax evaders.

Serbia - The only thing I know about Serbia is A Serbian Film. Fuck that film and fuck you for making me remember it.

Slovakia - The wettest, saddest slavs of all the slavs of Europe. Fuck you.

Slovenia - Slovene is the second-stupidest name I've ever heard for a language. Fuck you.

Spain - I have no idea how the fuck a people who are as disorganized as italians managed to also be as competent as france and britain at colonialism. Fuck you.

Sweden - As smug and mushy as danes and as inbred as icelanders. Fuck you.

Switzerland - You know what you did. And continue doing. Fuck you.

Ukraine - You wouldn't be in this fucking situation if you hadn't trusted Soviet Union's pinky promise to never invade. A russian's promise is not worth the oxygen it wastes. You guys are cool but nonetheless, fuck you.

United Kingdom - Fuck you smug bastards for everything.

Vatican City - Italy has two stupid little city-states as pets. This one is the one I hate more because it contains the pope. Fuck you.

[spicyspiders]

My boy Rodolfo needs some love <33

Could you do Rudy x male reader where they're at a bar , probably getting drinks with Alejandro and They all get a little drunk. Rudy gets like really flirting with reader , I fully believe that man can say the most filthy shit he just needs a little liquid courage. Eventually it leads to reader and Rudy making out and yk go somewhere private to fuck

Idk if you do two characters x readers , if you do could you have Alejandro join Rudy and reader ? Like he feels left out and tbh horny when he sees them making out and asks to join

I love your writing , hope you're having a great day <33

In this, they're office workers and Alejandro is their boss. There isn't smut in this, but it's implied at the end.

“What?” You looked up from where you had just been staring at the table. You weren’t sure how long you had been looking, but when you looked up, Rodolfo had a big grin on his face. 

“More drinks?” Alejandro asked, or you guessed, just repeated. 

“No,” a slow smile spread across your face, “I think I’m good for now,” you had found a good point at which everything felt good. Well, not everything felt good, because when Alejandro stepped away from your table and headed to the bar, your smile fell.

“What?” Rudy asked, looking you up and down. 

“Why did you invite him?” You hissed. 

He held his hands up in defense, “he said he was buying. Besides,” he glanced over to the bar, “he’s a good guy.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t that bad. Especially as far as bosses go. Really, the night could have been way worse, had he been awkward while he watched the two of you drink while he slowly sipped on his. The alcohol, you had come to learn, only loosed Alejandro up and made him add more to the conversation. 

Throughout the night, he had even managed to pull a few laughs out of you. All of which made a smug smile stretch across Rudy’s lips. An expression that you tried your best to ignore. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you grumbled out. When yet another one of those smiles settled on his face, you pushed away from the table and stumbled off to the bathroom. You thought you could hear a shout that vaguely sounded like your name, but you ignored it, and kept walking. 

“Having fun?” Alejandro asked when you stepped up to the mirror after finishing up at the urinal. 

You stood there in confusion, looking back and forth from the door to where you just had stood. Maybe you had drank more than you thought. 

“Surprisingly, I am,” you said, switching on the water and then lathering up your hands. You physically cringed when you stuck your hands under the water. You weren’t sure if it was from how hot the water was, or because of how the words sounded when you heard them. 

Before you could apologize, Alejandro smiled and grabbed some paper towels to dry off his hands, “I get it, grabbing drinks with your boss can be awkward, especially when he invited himself out.” Again, he did something else to make you happy that he came, this time by grabbing some paper towels and handing them to you. 

He hadn’t been your boss for very long, and when he moved his way into that position, based on first impressions, you thought he was kind of an asshole. You quickly learned that he was more so a no-nonsense boss, which you had come to respect. 

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you smiled softly. 

He almost looked embarrassed by your words, but a small smile appeared on his lips. You could hear him say something under his breath, but the music from the bar was seeping into the bathroom and made it hard to hear. 

To further prove your words, he opened the bathroom door for you, “thanks again,” you said, sending another small smile his way. 

Alejandro walked close behind you as you both walked back to the table, and nearly bumped into you when you had to stop. His warm hand settled on the small of your back to steady you, “what a dick,” he said loud enough for you to hear. 

“Yeah,” you murmured, and watched on as another patron tripped his way up to the bar. 

When you got back to the table, Rudy was shaking his head, “you can’t even go to the bathroom on your own,” he said, because of course he had seen the whole thing. 

“I got lost at the office one time.” You said, sounding annoyed. 

“Seriously?” Alejandro asked. When you didn’t answer, a laugh burst from his chest.

Almost by reflex, your middle finger nearly went up at him, but you held back. You did, however, take that energy out on Rudy. You waited until the right moment when Alejandro finished his first beer and went to the bar for a second. 

“You’re lucky this alcohol has mellowed me out,” he said after you kicked his shin softly. 

“Or what?” You questioned. 

“I’d bend you over this table for assaulting me.”

You have him a bored look, “It was barely a tap, besides, what’s stopping you?”

“I wouldn’t want our boss to see how easy it is to make you hard.”

You hated the warm feeling that shot through you at his words, but you responded quickly, not wanting to let him catch on. “The alleyway beside the bar looked pretty empty when we came in,” you pointed in the direction of the door. 

You weren't dating per se, but ever since you started working at the office, you and Rudy had spent a lot of time outside of work... getting to know each other.

Ever since that first time after work, you would normally find yourself making out with Rudy almost every Friday night. And it was no different tonight.

You both sat at the table for a few moments, staring at each other like two drunk idiots with dumb smiles on your face. 

You couldn’t read his mind, but you definitely know you didn’t pay Alejandro any mind as you quickly exited the bar and made your way into the dark alleyway. After all, it was hard to focus on Alejandro when Rudy pushed your back into the wall and pressed his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Though the kiss was aggressive and stole your breath away, he made sure no harm came to your head. He used one of his hands to cup the back of your head, while the other was placed on your back so he could pull you closer. 

As his tongue made its way into your mouth, his hand went lower to pull your shirt out of your pants. When he did, you couldn’t help but end the kiss and let out a laugh. When you were using the bathroom earlier, you must have tucked your shirt back in, as if on instinct. 

Rudy let out one of his own and pressed his forehead to yours. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s breaths. In being so wrapped up in one another, you failed to notice the steps coming down the alleyway. 

You jumped away from each other when a throat cleared near you, “hey,” Alejandro said awkwardly, “I’m going to head home.”

“Oh,” you said, his words sobering you up. You glanced over at Rudy, but he just stood there looking embarrassed. 

“Unless,” he paused, “you both wanted to come back to my place and continue this? Hopefully with me involved, not that it wasn’t hot watching the two of you kiss,” Alejandro said, looking between the two of you. 

Images flashed through your mind, ones that made a heat settle deep within your stomach. You probably looked a little silly, standing there nodding your head with your mouth slightly hung open, but by the smile Alejandro gave you, he didn’t mind. 

After you stopped nodding, you looked over at Rudy, waiting to see his answer. Instead of giving one of his own, he ran off down the alley, “I call shotgun!” He yelled behind him.   

[sysakiddo]

just Max with his cold intelligence and Daniel with his charming manipulation as diplomatic rockstars, living their best life in Paris

sequel of this 

Daniel has lived in many places throughout his life. He knew what it was like to wake up to the sun filling the room in Italy. He saw the cherries blossom in Japan. He learned to cook hundreds of dishes only using potatoes and cabbage in Eastern Europe. In London, he learned to predict rain by looking at the sky for a minute and seeing how the clouds moved. Daniel knew what made people in the US warm up to him, how smiley he had to be to seem polite but not overly so. He knew Australia like the back of his hand. Its seemingly never-ending bushes and the smell of dry earth followed him wherever he went. 

Daniel called their apartment in Paris home very proudly. It took ages for them to move out of their respective apartments in the embassies.

The building had no elevator, and because the apartment was on the fifth floor, Max bitched about it whenever he was made to come up with tote bags full of groceries. They agreed to stay in the 16th arrondissement even though it meant the neighbours scrunched up their noses whenever they heard Daniel's strong accent when he spoke French. It was easier for Max to pass as French. He never smiled at strangers like Dan did.

Max gets home first. Daniel insisted on going to a small grocery store on the corner of their street before coming up. The lights in the living room and kitchen are on when he enters. Max made sure all of them had warm lightbulbs. He did not believe in cold light.

The gramophone from the corner of their living room, last year's birthday gift to Max, is playing Schostakowitsch's 7th Symphony. Daniel got good at assessing Max's mood solely based on which music he chose to listen to. That's how Daniel immediately knows Max is in a good mood. He puts the ice cream tube on the kitchen table and tugs his tie loose.

He finds Max in the bathroom, already brushing his teeth, wearing only a white shirt and shorts he usually sleeps in. Daniel catches his eyes in the mirror reflection, baring his teeth in a wicked smile. Max spits out the toothpaste and Daniel crowds him in, slipping his cold hands under his shirt, making him flinch.

“I already showered.” Max bitches like Dan did not notice the water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. He still turns into putty under Daniel's hands when he pushes into his shoulders, bending him over the sink. He lets Daniel fuck him right in the bathroom. After, he grumbles and whines until Daniel rewashes his hair with conditioner and a massage.

He looks smug when he is reading a book in their bed later. He waits for Daniel to turn up in his pyjamas when he hears suspicious sounds from the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he hollers, sighing. Daniel is too restless for his own good sometimes.

He turns up a minute later with two small bowls in his hands.

It's ice cream, strawberry and vanilla. Max was annoyed that the restaurant they were in had only lemon flavoured one and ordered a crème brûlée instead. Still, Daniel heard 'of course the only legitimate dessert is ice cream, Daniel,'  whatever that meant, too many times to know Max wasn't content with the last course of the dinner.

“Here you go,” Daniel handed him his bowl. “You deserve it, eh? It went really well.”

Max nods, smirking a bit. “Oh, they absolutely hated you!” Cheeky bastard. Daniel rolls his eyes but doesn't disagree.

“They weren't thrilled about the idea of you being fine with putting your dick near mine, either.”

“Was it the wedding band that gave it away?” Max laughs wholeheartedly. He doesn't care, knows the meeting went well enough. He will have a good day at work tomorrow. They eat the ice cream in silence. After finishing, the older takes their bowls to the kitchen but doesn't put them in the washing machine. In his head, he can already see Max telling him off for it in the morning.

The lights are already out for some time when he gathers enough courage to finally say it.

“They offered China to me,” he whispers and in the quiet of the room, he can clearly hear Max's breath hitch. Max lights up the light on his side of the bed immediately, fully awake now.

“What?”

Daniel scooches closer to him, reaching out for his hand. Max pulls away wordlessly.

“They called me on Monday. I'd stay for four years, starting this August.”

Max looks white as a sheet, eyebrows twitching in confusion. “But-” he starts, then gulps audibly. Daniel hadn't seen him this perturbed in ages. “I. Uh. The Netherlands doesn't have a vacancy in Beijing for another two years.”

Daniel nods. He already double-checked. “Oh.” Max is freaking out when he gets it. He can feel his hands tremble and quickly shows them under his thighs. “You want to go without me.”

“No!” Daniel tries to touch his arm again, desperate to form a physical connection between them. “No, of course not.”

“But they won't give me the place now, Daniel,” he repeats. He never showed any interest in becoming an ambassador in China before. If he knew Daniel wanted to-

“What do you-” Max's eyes are wide and like this, he looks a lot younger than he actually is. Daniel feels a pang in his chest at seeing Max so vulnerable. “Oh my god.”

Daniel has had enough, sitting up and pulling Max into his lap.

“Stop freaking out. I just want to talk about it.” He snakes a hand around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. Max clings to him, scrunching Daniel's shirt between his fingers helplessly.

“How am I not supposed to freak out? You want me to become a fucking Julia Child.”

Daniel giggles, can't help himself. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “I'm not telling you to become anything. I am not even telling you I'm going to Beijing.”

Max huffs. “You would be a fool to say no.”

The thing is, though, what is there after Paris for him? They both reached their professional goals: they first met as freshly appointed ambassadors in Washington and were lucky enough to be sent to Paris simultaneously. Both Daniel and Max were two for two in other diplomats' wet dreams - the States and France on their CVs.

Of course, it was foolish of them not to talk about what would happen after they had to return. Max knew it but he was sure they had time, still more than a year before the dreaded date. In his mind, Daniel was prepared to finish his career on a high note. Max eyed Tel Aviv next, and selfishly, he thought Danny would look magnificent in the Israeli sun. By his side.

“I'm old, Max,” he says now. “I think this is the last chance-”

“Oh, fuck off, Daniel. Stop acting like you are a grandpa or something.” He knew what Daniel talked about, though. He would never say this out loud, but he considered Daniel's retirement after Paris a sure thing.

Danny smiles and runs his hands through the blonde's hair.

“It wouldn't be the worst, no? You being the ambassador's husband-”

Max rolls his eyes. “Well, who am I now?”

He sacrificed so much to get where he is. If his father found out he so much as thought about giving it all up for a man he still refused to shake hands with- Max physically recoils at the thought.

Daniel knows how crazy what he wants from Max sounds. “You hated Bejing when we went,” Max says, absentmindedly running his fingers along the tattoo on Daniel's biceps, the one he got in a small tattoo parlour during their stay there. They got robbed on their way back to the hotel.

He sounds so lost Danny squeezes him even more tightly.

“I hated Paris, too.” he shrugs. Max understands. The best part of Paris is the fact that Daniel is there.

He gulps again, the rational part of his brain finally kicking in. “That would make me. Unemployed, I guess.”

“I am not saying it must be like that, Maxy. We could switch after four years. I will surely retire by then. I would be the best trophy wife, don't you think? Grey and hot as hell.”

Max smiles despite being too shocked to do anything else than answer with a shrug.

Daniel kisses him goodnight. “We will figure something out,”

It takes him another hour to fall asleep. His dreams are full of the booming sound of Daniel's laugh, steely blue eyes filled with disappointment and busy Chinese streets.

third part 

[maribatz-2k]

Child Of Mine

09/20/2023

Chapter 17

First|Previous

Two years later, Mari and Alix had moved to New Jersey to rebuild their lives. Alix applied for the art teacher position at the local schools and Marinette had opened a small store. The girls had found a dreary location of Gotham and sold their condo in London to a starting out family.

You’re probably wondering what would make the girls move to this location. Well my dear Watson, a dart to the globe did. Their home lays between the shady side and the abandoned side of the great city. If you’re wondering, the shady side is the rich smugs who flaunt money and don’t care for their city. What? Did you think we were talking about the side that has all the criminals who just want to tear up their city and take over like kings? Ha! That’s the abandoned side.

See Mari and Alix did research on Gotham after their dart landed on this city. They learned about the “Amazing” Batman and his fledglings, the villains of misfits, and the rich and poor communities. Since the loss and found of their sons, Mari and Alix decided they wanted to be helpful towards the wandering children of Gotham. Alix teaches the kids in the art studio she and Mari bought when Alix is not working at the school. Marinette makes sure they are fed and clothed, with maybe some medical assistances.

Marinette was working with a client when Alix walked in with a paper bag, two to-go cups of coffee, and a slim briefcase. Mari had to hold back her chuckle watching her wife stumble over the furniture to reach the desk to unload her supply. Her wife’s once proper bun was scattered and frizzed as if she had been pulling at it all day.

“I think its time to cut your hair short again. You look like Ms. Frizzle.” Mari comments winning a chuckle the tall male.

“If those rich brats tell me free form is not art one more time and we will continue to have problems.” Alix responds, placing the bags and drinks down on the entertainment table, fixes her hair, and walkover circling the client. “Oh wow, when is the big day?”

 “The gala is in two weeks, and I plan to propose to my girlfriend.” The client was a tall, strapping young man, crisp straight black hair that didn’t pass his ears unless untamed. He stood there trying to not be pricked by the seamstress as he shifted to look at the red head that entered the building.

“I’m thankful I had a suit already prepared so I didn’t have to do it all from scratch. And in short amount of time.” Marinette looked up with a smile as she gave a small giggle.

“Why ordering a suit so close to the timeline?” Alix asks as she sits down on the sofa with her coffee and watches. The young man looks down as he answers.

“My brothers thought they would be funny and use my best suit for a joke. I’m still amazed they were able to do it. But it cost me my only good suit.” The man looked grim at the memory again. He was getting a whole new suit thanks to his brothers pranks. They had taken his suit and put it on the cow and painted superman’s insignia on her chest. His youngest brother was really pissed that they did that to his cow and ended up shredding the suit up to get it off. Alix fell back laughing at response then covered her mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Reminds me of me and my friends growing up pulling some dumb stuff like that. Mari shook her head then stood up.

“You guys were horrible with your pranks. Alright Dick, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” She addresses the man then steps back to watch him examine his new suit. He moved around freely then twisted, feeling no rubbing or tightness anywhere.

“This feels good. Thank you.” He gives her the most shiniest smile that could surpass Adrien’s.

“No problem. Go ahead and change out of them and ill have ready the day of the gala so you don’t have to worry about further damages. If you want, we can even bring it to your door.” Marinette offered. He gave another smile then went to the dressing area. Alix smiled as her wife turned to her and gave her own distressed smile. She offered Mari her cup of coffee and pastry from the bag. Gratefully she accepted then sat down with Alix and nibbled.

“What would I do without you.” She retorted.

“Absolutely die. Not even Chloe could revive you.”

“No, but she would try. Dr. Bourgeois is now top 20 in general doctor in France. She would definitely try.” Alix laughs holding her stomach. It was a shock to everyone when Chloe announced that she was approved to Med School in London after école secondaire. But she continues to prove everyone wrong.

“I think I saw she was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas with Adrien. Think the blondes can handle this dark life?” Alix asked earning another shudder and giggles from Mari. Dick steps out from the dressing room, dressed back in his jeans and button up blue and black plaid shirt, the full suit draped on his arms.

“You sure you can bring to my apartment the day of the gala? I hate to be a bother.” His concern showing in his tone despite his smile.

“Yes monsieur, it will be fine. Besides you’re paying full price for a premade suit. I hate to see the money go to waste.” Marinette says with a smile of her own. Standing she walks over and takes the suit from him, then place it on a hanger and hang it up on a rolling hanging line. “Now, go home and spend time with your family. I must close up.” He gave her another smile then runs out of the door. She didn’t need to lock up yet it was only after 17:00 after all, but she had mini-clienteles coming in and she didn’t want anyone to scare them off.

Taps on the back door sprung a smile on Mari’s lips as she ran to it. Quickly she opened the door and ushered the children in. It was only a small handful this time round.

“Quickly now. I have three bathrooms available if you all need ‘em, all on second floor and one down here. Feel free to shower if you desire. You’ll find fresh clean clothes sitting on hangers in the bathroom closets. I hope they are the right sizes. I will be in the front.” Mari turned away letting the kids get their space then headed back to the lobby. She had the blinds draped half – way up, just to allow sunlight to still enter, and double check to lock the door. Finally, a set of kids walk in the lobby with her and Alix.  It was three girls and two young strapping young boys.

“Oh my goodness you all look so cute! I’m glad they fit.” Marinette squeals happily. The youngest girls smile brightly, the oldest gave a curt nod. The boys just blush and scowl. “Oh, I’m sorry. You two look very handsome in your clothes.” This earned two happy smiles. Alix chuckles watching them all. Marinette crouched down to their level and adjusted the kids clothes accordingly, allowing room to grow and be able to still move around without contrition should they have to run away from strangers.

“Did you place your clothes in the hamper so I can wash them tonight?” All five of them nodded their heads. Mari smiles and stands back up, heading over to Alix to grab a couple of back packs. “Here, there are more clothes in here for you all. You are welcome to share them with others, but they are closer to your sizes. If you need more or just want to hang out, you are always welcome here.” Alix smiles as she hands the boys their bags.

“I even snuck in a couple of Mari’s famous homemade snacks.” She gave a wink as the woman gave a mock gasp of disbelief. The children giggle, even the oldest girl gave a mischievous smile. Closing the blinds completely, the girls walked the children out the back and to their “respective” homes. The couple stuck to the shadows watching them leave their sides, then headed out of the alleys to the main road to head home. Not aware of the time, the two decided to stop somewhere to pick up food. Thankfully, there was always the Tai place that remained open until midnight.

“Think we’ll run into him tonight?” Alix whispered to Mari on the way home holding their food bags. Mari shrugs holding Alix’s arm as they walked to their condo. Well aware it was time for patrol, the girls kept their eyes to the road avoiding to look around for the night crew.

The day of the gala couldn’t have come soon enough. Marinette was dressed as in her red pant suit and blazer featuring a white blouse ruffle down the front. Her hair was tied up in a tight professional bun pinned together by pearl barrettes and bobby pins. Sporting a pair of black kitten heels while Alix sported standard black slacks and a blue blouse, hair freshly cut to her old sporty, pixie style, and tennis shoes.

“Really?”

“What? You said dress business casual. Tennis shoes is the best casual.” Alix smiles innocently. Mari just shakes her head and smiles. They grab the dressing bag and head out the door to the addressed location. Luck was on their side, out of all the taxi cabs that never cross their living area, one comes by. They hailed it down then pass the address to the young man behind the wheel. The cab stopped in front of a rich apartment complex a couple blocks away from Wayne Enterprise. Alix hopped to main door, looked through the rows of name tags then pressed the button. The intercom let out a buzzing noise, then the door unlocked to let the girls in.

After three flights of stairs, they reach the apartment door greeted by loud shouts on the other side of the door. Fighting instinct, Marinette knocks on the door then tried to wiggle to doorknob finding it unlocked. They pushed the door open coming face to face with Dick wrestling with someone in his underwear. Alix let out a wolf call making the two men freeze in their spot and look up.

“Are we interrupting something?” Marinette asks. Dick quickly pushes against the other man to stand up.

“No, no. My brother just decided he needed to be an Ass.” Dick says turning his glare at the man below him.

“In your whitey tighties?” Alix smirks, raising a brow at the man. Dick’s face burns red. He leans over and grabs the blanket off the back of his sofa and wrap it around his waist.

“I-is that my suit?” He cleared his throat as he tried to speak. Alix and Mari laugh for his change of subject before handing the dress bag to him. Dick left the room to put it on, leaving the two with his so-called brother. The brother sat up on the floor and stared at the Alix and Marinette curiously.

“So, are you two going to just stay here until he pays you or are you looking for something else?” He asks clearly insinuating something inappropriate. Before Alix could say anything, Dick returned dressed dashing in the new black and white suit, with a tinge of blue that shined based on the lighting.

“Don’t you look sexy. If Kor’i doesn’t say ‘Yes’ I will.”

“Thanks Jason, but you’re not my type.” Dick says. “Thank you ladies. I’ll let you know what happens. Will need to commission you for future functions.” Marinette smiled widely.

“Always welcome to have the clients. Enjoy your gala.” They walk out and head back to the elevator when Jason ran up to them.

“Hey wait! I wanted to apologize.” Jason stops next to them, rubbing the back of his neck. Mari examined the young man, something about him feeling familiar to her. He stood a foot and a half taller than her in heels. White tuff of hair twirled in the front, body as brawny and muscular as her papa’s if she had anyone to compare to. His eyes held a bright blue hue to it but something about his eyes, something more, intriguing was drawing her in.  

“Not a worry at all. Mari and I are use to mischief behavior all the time.” Alix gives him a wink then elbowed her wife, returning her back to earth. Before Marinette can say anything further, the elevator arrived and opened. “Our ride is here. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Alix drags the blunette into the machine and pushes the first floor. Mari just blinks and waves at the man hearing him just before the door closes.

“Another time.”

Next

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[bitches-who-write]

Okay, I’ve never asked for a ship and I’m not sure if I’m doing this correctly. I’m 5’4 (162.56 cm) girl with a dark brown buzzcut. I’m a fourth Indian and three fourths black. I’m about 130 pounds (58.967 kilograms). I identify as demisexual. I’m outspoken, lazy and (apparently) a natural-born leader. I don’t believe in gender norms and try to stay openminded when meeting new people for the first time. I’m also incredibly introverted to the point where distant relatives are genuinely surprised to see me at family reunions. I’m academically gifted and have been a straight-A student all my life despite rarely studying. I also have a big ego. I have a soft spot for animals (especially cats) and prefer them over most people. Ironically, my favorite foods are cheeseburgers and hotdogs. I’m never seen smiling unless I like someone and love to make fun of people. Not with the intention of being mean. Just in a more sarcastic way. My classmates, teachers and my four out of my five siblings view me as the “one in charge”. I also refuse to do anything I don’t have to or want to do. Especially if someone could just as easily do it themselves. My relationship with my parents isn’t good largely due to my father’s lack of interest and my mother being a (former) cocaine addict. Which Bowers member/members would you ship me with?

You did this perfectly!! We're happy to be your first ;)

We ship you with...Belch!!

We've mentioned this in previous posts but just because he isn't as fucked up as Patrick or Henry.

That doesn't mean he isn't a dick.

But out of all the guys...he's probably the most respectful...

He isn't a leader..you saw how he got bitched around by Henry??

He doesn't have a leading bone in his body.

...Maybe he likes to be ordered around??

He will try to stand his ground when it comes to people ordering him around...

He folds so fast.

He thinks it's better to just do it than have to deal with people bitching at him.

This also goes for being outspoken.

He is kinda just there as the wheels.

Tbh I don't even think they actually respect this man.

Belch doesn't really strike me as an introvert but he also isn't extremely extroverted either? He's a good in-between.

So this works out for both of you.

He's always down to hang out at home with you, but he is also really good at getting you out of the house.

Don't worry tho..he always tries his best to make sure everything stays lowkey.

The key word is tries.

You don't make fun of people to be mean but he does.

He will say something about everyone. It gets worse tho when someone says something to you first.

The man knows how to fuck up someone's day.

He learned this from the guys.

LOVES CATS.

He most definitely has a soft spot for animals.

Random dates to the animal shelter.

You two spend hours there.

He has adopted a cat..or two.

HE CAN'T HELP IT. HE GOT ATTACHED.

Be prepared for him and the guys to come to you whenever they have a question they need the answer to.

He always has a smug fuckin look on his face.

It usually turns into a full real smile when he's around you.

Whenever he plans on coming to your house, he will always bring you food.

You don't even need to ask.

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Should Abigail Leave Ben? Part 3: Disaster

In Part 1 and Part 2, I examined Ben and Abigail’s early interactions in National Treasure and argued that the film did a solid job of conveying their mutual interest in one another long before Abigail got roped into the treasure hunt.

Long before Ben saved Abigail’s life, wowed her with a treasure hunting extravaganza, and became one of the wealthiest people she knows, she was interested.

Long before Abigail risked throwing her career away to aid Ben on his quest, and committed a few felonies for him along the way, he was interested in her.

In short, I buy it. I buy that these two people had enough of a foundation to form an actual relationship that is based on something more than the adrenaline of the best/worst weekend of their lives.

However.

It’s time we talk about the elephant in the room,

the harbinger of disaster,

the hurricane-force ice storm that will doom this ship and its crew:

National Treasure: Book of Secrets.

Let's do this ↓

My entire thesis about Ben and Abigail’s relationship only applies to the first National Treasure, okay? Like, in a bubble.

In my mind there is a distinct divergence between the two films and one does not lead necessarily into the other unless the sequel is actively playing in front of my eyeballs.

But.

If we are to take Ben and Abigail’s relationship in National Treasure: Book of Secrets as even mildly canon THEN SHE SHOULD DUMP HIS ASS AND NEVER LOOK BACK.

BoS succumbs to the bad Hollywood habit of resetting characters back to their first movie starting positions so we can live the first movie over again rather than progress forward with a (gasp!) new and different story.

In the BoS world, this reset looks like:

Ben and Abigail are once again not together and she is holding him back from getting what he wants (treasure)

Ben is once again the laughing stock of the historical community

Nobody seems to believe he’ll find this treasure even though he found a $10 Billion dollar cash of gold literally three years ago??

Riley is an undervalued punching bag

and so on

That’s obnoxious from a storytelling perspective because WE DON’T ACTUALLY LEARN ANYTHING NEW ABOUT OUR THREE MAIN CHARACTERS.

The only people we really learn anything about are Emily and Patrick, because Emily is necessarily injecting new information and new emotions into the story by virtue of not being there the first time.

In terms of Abigail and Ben’s relationship, the “sequel reset” back to square one means that my entire thesis falls apart if you include BoS in the calculations.

I’ve been arguing that the first movie goes out of its way to establish that Ben and Abigail have mutual interests, and a mutual interest in each other, outside of the treasure hunt and that this is the actual solid ground on which they would grow a relationship, not anything that happened after Ben stole the Declaration.

Book of Secrets says, actually no. With no treasure hunt to force them together, Ben and Abigail don't communicate well and are kind of petty with each other, and ESPECIALLY, Ben is a dick to her.

Going back to “no new information,” we already know that Benjamin Franklin Gates has a dickish streak, and is fully capable of being a dick to Abigail, especially when he thinks he’s right. We see this in National Treasure after Ben and Riley rescue Abigail from the catering truck.

Ben is high on the adrenaline of the heist and rescue, and is in a mood my mom would call “full of piss and vinegar.” He has fun being a smug douchebag.

BEN You're still shouting. It's starting to annoy. You'd do well, Dr Chase, to be a bit more civilized in this instance.

I don’t have a problem with this scene or this character trait though because it makes sense to me in the moment. He’s just done an insane thing and gotten away with it. He’s pulled of a heist, no one got hurt, and he’s got the fucking Declaration of Independence in his car.

Of course he wants to flaunt it, especially to the person who both wouldn’t help him and said it couldn’t be done. It’s a moment of obnoxious showmanship that feels totally in character, especially for someone who’s been written off and doubted for most of his life.

A critical element of this behavior though, is that it’s an outlier. This isn’t how Ben normally treats people. He’s not, like, a Tony Stark type, for whom being a smug asshole is his default setting and a cornerstone of the character. Ben Gates is, in general, earnest, curious, and driven. He isn’t—at least for me—fundamentally a jerk.

In the first movie.

In the second movie it seems like…yeah, smug douchebag is his default setting. Or at least that’s the pattern he’s fallen into as far as how he treats Abigail and Riley.

Now, there are plenty of plausible reasons for this. The first movie ends with Ben having become absurdly wealthy, admired, and respected in his field, a total 180 from how he’s lived the first 40 years of his life. That could turn anybody’s head. Ben could have easily become a jerk slowly over the intervening three years.

Except if that was the case—if that was the theme of BoS or the arc the film wanted Ben to take—he would have to have changed by the end of the movie. If Ben’s sequel arc was that he’d lost touch with himself and the things and people that matter to him most because of the spotlight he was suddenly under, he would have found those things again by the end and made things right. That's what a character arc is, the journey someone takes to change.

But that’s not Ben’s arc. In BoS he actually doesn't have one.

Ben’s "arc" is that Abigail and Riley keep telling him he’s not listening to them or respecting their needs and boundaries, and Ben keeps deciding that doesn’t matter as long as he’s right. And by the end of the movie…he still thinks that. He has not changed in any meaningful way and then Abigail takes him back anyway!

Abigail’s "arc" is that she doesn’t like Ben ignoring her input and assuming things about her and their relationship even if he turns out to be right…and then she decides that that’s okay because he found another treasure.

I would love to say there’s more to it than that but…

I hope by this point I have proven my credentials in the “reading emotional and thematic nuance into National Treasure” department, but I don’t think Book of Secrets has all that much going on under the hood.

If you do see something else I’d love to hear it! Drop a tag, comment or reblog!

And honestly? It just kind of makes me sad. There are a lot of things about BoS that make me slightly annoyed, but Ben and Abigail’s relationship makes me tired and sad. Because I like them together! I like how the first movie set them up as kindred spirits, but that shared passion and curiosity is gone in the sequel.

Something, something, honeymoon phase. Sure. But this isn’t a cutting realistic drama about a relationship falling apart. It’s National Treasure.

This moment, when Ben and Abigail embrace after the water ordeal, is supposed to make us feel good. Like, Yay! They lived! And they're finally back together!

But every time I get here it bums me out.

Because while the first National Treasure went out of its way to establish that Ben and Abigail had the makings of a solid couple before the treasure hunt forced them together, Book of Secrets works hard to unravel that foundation. By showing their relationship falling apart, then having them get back together even though Ben has not changed or learned any kind of lesson about respecting Abigail’s input, the sequel confirms what the original worked so hard to avoid: they’re only together because of the treasure hunts.

Abigail has no reason she should take him back now, except:

He’s rich and famous again

They almost died together again

Now, she seems to have been well off from the start. She has nice clothes, a high-ranking job, and drives a BMW in the sequel, not to mention she was getting his house?? They’re not married! File under: future article topics.

And while she could theoretically be woo’d by newfound riches, Abigail has never shown herself to be that interested in the monetary aspect of treasure hunting. In the first treasure room, she makes a b-line for Alexandria scrolls, not any of the gold. While I’m sure they are valuable, they’re more valuable for their historical value than their monetary worth. (It’s Riley who’s the most outwardly money-motivated of the group.)

The realer, sadder answer for me is that—at least as presented in BoS, and I take its canon-ness with a massive grain of salt—Ben and Abigail actually aren’t that compatible. What brings them together is the adrenaline of the hunt, and trauma bond of nearly dying in each other’s arms every couple of years.

The only thing that changed about their relationship between Abigail breaking things off and taking Ben back is that they went on a fun treasure hunt, did some crimes, and both almost died under Cibola.

Which means that in another year or two, once the press has calmed down and the exhibits have opened and there are far fewer high-adrenaline treasure-related activities to focus their attention and keep them together, their relationship is going to degrade again. As BoS presents it, there is apparently nothing for their relationship to stand on outside of treasure hunting.

That makes me so frustrated! Because the first movie explicitly puts in work to avoid this! It tries to convince us that they’d make a good match even before any of the shared treasure hunt stuff happens precisely because it’d be so easy to see their relationship as something only built on these moments of peril and turmoil with no real chance of lasting.

But BoS goes back and rewrites their history to ensure that is the case.

National Treasure presents the life-or-death treasure hunt as a fascinating moment in the development of their relationship, but not what actually brings or keeps them together.

National Treasure: Book of Secrets turns around and says that all the chemistry we saw at the beginning of the first film was actually not that important, and it’s the life-or-death treasure hunts that bring and keep them together. In the mundane reality of ordinary life, there is no hope for these two people to see anything interesting in one another, or to communicate well or respect each other (cough cough, Ben), or to be a healthy, functional, or interesting-to-watch couple.

And I think that sucks!

What do you think?

Next time, let's bring in the parents!

[mysteroads]

Hangovers, Detainment, and a Three Teacher Pile-up

Summary: Starting the day hungover and with upset kids is no fun, but both Shigaraki and Aizawa have things they need to get done. Tomura wants to get his hands on the third years' exam outline, Aizawa plans to get the students of all grades to do some critical thinking, and Aisho wants Tomura to stay safe today. All these would be best accomplished with Tomura *at* the school proper, but there's no way the villain would go willingly...

Excerpt:

Japanese alone wasn’t enough to convey the strength of his emotion, so Tomura switched to English (a truly excellent language for swearing), mixing in French and Mandarin when it felt appropriate. By that point, they’d reached the main area, and all the little hero students had congregated by the door to wait on their teacher. They had obviously been curious to see what all the fuss was, and their jaws dropped when they saw what was going on. Spotting them, Tomura snapped (in Japanese again), “You little fuckers! You’re supposed to be heroes, right?! Then get your hands off your dicks and help me!”

The useless brats looked at each other, then Hakegure ventured, tentatively, “Does this count as kidnapping? Even though he’s a villain?”

“It’s called detainment when the person in question is a suspected criminal or villain,” Aizawa corrected, grunting a little as Tomura managed to wiggle enough to land an elbow jab against his ribs. “In this case, Mr. Shigaraki here is going to fulfill part of his rehabilitation requirements, whether he wants to or not.”

“It’s true you’re the only one of us who hasn’t audited an academic class!” Sako said, voice bright. “Even Spinner overcame his shyness long enough to follow Midnight for a day.”

“That time did feel a little bit like kidnapping too, though,” Magne said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. 

“But I ended up having fun and I survived the nosebleed, so suck it up, Leader,” Spinner said, far too cheerfully. “Time for school!”

“I’m going to destroy you, Spinner,” Tomura swore, thinking about Spinner’s carefully tended Animal Crossing home and all the terrible things he would do to it. The destruction would be legendary.  

“Will he be able to come to class, though?” Midoriya asked, eyes on Tomura’s bandages. “He can’t walk around barefoot, even in the halls. His bandages will get dirty, and I don’t think normal shoes would be good for them either.”

“See? Smart kid,” Tomura praised, and tried to pinch Eraserhead, but his fingers couldn’t grip properly and he just hurt himself. 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Toga said, waving her hand and jumping up and down. “I have an idea! I know! Nobody move!” Before anyone could ask, she dashed upstairs and was back down in record time. “I was going to save these for a present, Tomu-chan, but I think you can use them now!” She held up a pair of fuzzy blue socks, complete with rubber grippers on the bottom in the shape of cat pawprints. 

Even from the side, he could see Aizawa’s smile turn all gooey before he hid it behind his capture scarf. Of course. The fucker loved cats. Of course he’d be into stupid socks with paws. “That’s perfect,” Aizawa said, and Toga beamed.

Tomura wanted to die. 

He’d thought the hangover was bad, but this… this was true suffering.

As a villain, Tomura had sworn to never stop fighting. To never give up, to struggle until his very last breath. He’d fought against the odds time and time again, learning with every failure and coming back stronger… He'd grown in strength and resolve to the point all of Japan had been terrified to see his next move, but right here, right now, Tomura Shigaraki gave up the fight. He went limp, and hid his burning face against Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Did you finally give up, villain?” Aizawa murmured.

“Go die, hero.”  

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He sounded so smug, the bastard. “Come on, students, villains. Class starts soon.”

[i-didnt-do-1t]

psst, may i pls request “when did you learn how to do that?” with the delanceys? <3

Nox I am so sorry for posting this at 3am but I hope you enjoy <3

If Oscar hadn’t had a couple of whiskeys he wouldn’t have said it, but as it was his sight was a little blurry at the edges and a warm thrum was echoing through his body. It wasn’t often he could drink at home, usually preferring some cheap pub or bar out one of the shadier sides of town where he could pick a fight and not be noticed in the crowd, but Wiesel wasn’t home tonight, which meant him and Morris were sat in the kitchen together, a half finished bottle between them. The hangover in the morning would probably be hell but he decided it was worth it.

He’d kicked his feet up on the table in front of him, arm thrown casually over the back of his chair, the one that Morris had thrown his jacket over once they’d stepped through the door (he’d have to remind him to hang it up before Wiesel got home)

Morris had been working since they got back, some kind of paper work Wiesel never bothered to hand to Oscar so he assumed there was nothing to read on it. Usually it meant Morris had to get it done by the next morning but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a glass of cheap whiskey sat next to his smouldering cigarette.

Oscar craned his head again to glance at the clean sheet of paper Morris was scrawling on and his frown deepened as he tried to make out the numbers and what the hell they meant. He knew it was something for Uncle Wies, something about the stacks of papers and pay and all the other mathematic stuff Oscar wasn’t involved with but Morris was occasionally asked to look over.

“When did you learn how to do that?”

The question had left his mouth before he even realised he was thinking it.

Morris glanced up at him, brows pulled together, like Oscar was stupid and asking a stupid question. “What?”

He nodded toward the page. “Numbers. Math. I sure as hell didn’ teach you like I taught you everythin’ else.”

Morris took a drag of his cigarette.

“Definitely weren’t you.” He tapped out the ash. “You’re a shit teacher by the way.”

“You’re a shit brother.”

Morris rolled his eyes and turned back to his sheet, scanning it again

Oscar let the silence sit for a second as he watched him, trying to pin down any familiarity in the action, any familiarity in the way his eyes narrowed when he reached something he didn’t quite seem to get.

“Was it ma?”

Morris stopped again, the grip around his pencil tightening near imperceptibly but not subtly enough that Oscar didn’t notice

“What?”

“Did ma teach you numbers?”

Morris frowned at him, like the question didn’t make sense. And maybe it didn’t, Oscar wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure how many glasses of whiskey were in his system either. Didn’t keep count. Would’ve struggled to keep count if he’d tried.

“Course she didn’t.” Morris said eventually, and then with his cigarette between his teeth. “She teach you numbers?”

“She tried.”

“She failed.”

Oscar sent him a blank stare and a middle finger at that, anger somewhere low in his stomach, weighted down by the alcohol that usually surfaced it. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet. There was still time for something to set him off)

“You can’t read.” He shot back, childish maybe but not untrue and if Morris was going to be a dick he could too.

“Means’ you failed Os.”

Oscar took a slow drag of his cigarette, staring down his brother as he exhaled smoke, fighting to keep the grin of his face.

“You’re an asshole Mo.”

Morris, he thought, looked unusually like their mother when he was exasperated but a little smug, not tired enough to be looking a fight. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet.)

His lip pulled up a little at the edge in a rare almost smile, even if it was mocking and crooked. “Learnt from the best.”

[fives-girlfriend]

Emergency Tactics

Before she was assigned to Unit 99, Asha was the mechanic for quite the chaotic battalion... with a bit of a thorn in her side.

Characters: ARC Trooper Fives, OC (Asha Kurr)

Warnings: None! Just banter and fluff :>

Word count: 809

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"Look, if you're gonna hover, the least you can do is help me."

"Oh? And here I thought you didn't need our help."

"That's what you said. Now shut up and hand me that." Asha's voice was both muffled, and echoed with reverberating metal, as she spoke from underneath the ship. She was laid back on a roller board, work goggles obscuring the sunset glint in her eyes, thick coveralls protecting her body from errant sparks.

The trooper leaning against the side of the ship, arms crossed, foot nonchalantly tapping on the floor, made no move. He simply watched, a smug grin tugging up on his lips as he watched Asha's hand point out from underneath the vehicle. He followed her finger towards the toolkit she was pointing to, and took his sweet time ambling over to sift through her tools. He picked up the first one he saw and held it out.

"No, the- the other one. The long one."

Another tool held out.

"No, the- I'm pointing at it!"

Yet another, the grin on his face widening. Asha peeked out from under the ship, a scowl set on her lips, before she pushed the roller board out and sat up - earning a displeasing pop from her back joints. "Damn it, just- just gimme the toolkit."

She was met with a hearty laugh as a singular tool was plopped into her hand, and she sighed in annoyance as she gave the trooper the most deadpan stare she possibly could.

"You're a dick, Fives," she muttered as she laid back again and rolled back underneath the ship, sparks sputtering as she began to work again. The comment only earned a laugh from him, as he went back to leaning against the ship, watching her do what she did best.

"Seems like all my attempts to deter you have been met with utter failure," he mused, looking up at nothing in particular. "Looks like I'll have to employ emergency tactics."

"Oh? Do these emergency tactics involve you finally leaving me alone so I can do my job?" Asha spat, but the bitterness behind her tone was naught but a thin veil overlaying something close to genuine amusement. Fives was adamant about her presence within the squad when she was first assigned - if Asha recalled correctly, it was something along the lines of "We don't need a freelancer's help" or something of that caliber. Over time, his attempts to annoy her out of the squad was met with stubborn resistance... a stubbornness he couldn't help but admire. He had learned something in the months since her deployment with them: that Asha Kurr was a damn good mechanic, and she looked damn good in blue.

"Something like that," Fives stated simply, earning an inquisitive hum from the girl below him. "It's the kill them with kindness tactic. So what do you say, you and me head out later? Get out of the coveralls, wipe off the grease, and lemme show you what an ARC trooper can really d-"

"Sure."

...a blink.

"What?"

"Too loud in here?" Asha asked, rolling the board out again and sitting up, pushing her goggles up to her forehead again. With her face smudged with oil and soot, the goggles had left a perfectly stark-white impression around her eyes where her facial markings were left untouched. It actually made Fives snort, earning a roll of the eyes from Asha. "I said sure. When were you thinking? I could do tonight, or tomorrow-"

"Uh- tonight!" Fives quickly recovered himself, with an uncharacteristic hastiness that had Asha smirking at him. Oh, she delighted in this. One of two things was happening right now: one, he was trying to take a different approach in deterring her that was painfully backfiring. Or two, he was completely bullshitting, and was using his "emergency tactics" as an excuse to make a move - much to his shock that she actually accepted. She could see it in his face, his tawny eyes slightly widened and almost frantic, but that veneer of smug cockiness still present as he regained control.

"Tonight, then. No worries, I'll ditch the goggles and the coveralls, like you said."

"Uh! Good! I mean, not good, I-"

"I know what you meant, don't twist yourself up over it. I do have to get back to work though, or Rex is gonna have my ass for leaving this unfinished. I'll see you tonight?"

"...right. Yeah. I'll see you tonight."

With a final smile given, Asha replaced her goggles back over her face and rolled back under the ship once more, resuming work as if nothing had happened. She glanced to the side, enough to see the trooper's legs as he retreated out of sight - but not before she could see his body jerk in what was no doubt a silent, victorious fist-pump to himself.

[leoleolovesdc]

I was gonna js comment but this got long so let’s start:

Barbara is Cass’s mother figure. They’re not sisters, they’re not friends, they’re mother and daughter. Cass herself has said so. Babs takes care of Cass, fights with Bruce about what should be better for her well being, etc. She’s a child of divorce at her core even though her parents (Bruce and Babs) were never married.

Portraying Dick as sunshine boy or smug cop are both wrong. He’s a human being and all the extremes are just awlful writing. He’s not a overly sexual womanizer (he barely even cares about sex at all) but he’s also not a prude. He’s not a perfect person but he’s also the example of hero community. There are characters that you can’t just put into a singke label and doing it just ruins any depth he may have had in the past.

Damian only works as a kid character, making him grow up and especially that fast was a mistake. His behavior can be excused as a child, he’s a kid, he’s still learning, he grew up in a utopia with people telling him he was gonna be a leader when he grew up, but keeping this attitude up as a teen or adult makes him insufferable. Also, his backstory sucks, the only good things were stolen from Cass and it just makes absolutely no sense.

Tim is a very bland and nothing character. He was created to be relatable so he has basically no personality and can be written however one likes, which makes him very hard to enjoy. You may read current Tim comic and he is the smartest goodest bestest boy alive! You read a Red Robin comic and he’s a fucking suicidal lunatic. You read a og 90s comic and he’s literally just a smug-ish but over all nice teen boy. You can’t track down Tim’s personality because he has no personality. He’s been everything which ultimately makes him nothing.

Barbara is not nice. I can’t stress this enough, she’s mean, making her a nicey goody two shoes doesn’t work. Let my girl be mean again. She’s bad at communicating, she wasn’t that good of a mother to Cass (though she did have good intentions), neglected Stephanie’s feelings and obvious need of training and support and though always calling Bruce out on his bullshit sucked at acually trying to help the people that he hurt. She’s a overworked and very traumatized person with a lot of issues, everything that goes wrong is always dumped on her, she makes mistakes, she treats people badly and that’s okay, that doesn’t make her a bad person, just a normal one.

Bette Kane and the Fab Five are Dick’s original childhood friends. It was a huge mistake to try to change it to Babs or the New Teen Titans when they only met him way later in life. Actually, now that I mentioned it, Barbara was supposed to be in between Dick and Bruce’s age, even when they got together for the first time there was some big age gap. She was never supposed to be his age.

The batfam girls are literally so much more enjoyable than the guys. I don’t hate the “batboys” (even though I hate this nickname💀💀) but the girls are just way cooler and more interesting characters.

Talia’s character assassination is pretty much Damian’s fault. If he had never existed (or at least made canon) Morrison would have no reason to write her as badly as they did. The rape was a excuse to make sure that Bruce wouldn’t know Damian existed and the abuse just created to give him a tragic backstory of some sort (which, as I mentioned, was just a worse version of Cass’ backstory).

Steph Brown is one of the best characters in the fam and deserves more love from the fandom and writers. She’s much more interesting than many of the “main” boys and the fact that her feelings and opinions are never explored is just a crime.

Bruce being broody, mean and overly serious doesn’t work that well for his character. Batman was created as a smug bitch who made fun of his enemies and always tried enjoying at the job. Of course he took it seriously, but when the threat was small he was alright with quipping and having fun with Dick. Literally just let the man smile, he used to be such a goof and it was one of his best encarnations. However, being funny sometimes doesn’t change the fact that Bruce was ALWAYS bad at communicating. He wasn’t always a bad father but very bad at talking to people, yes. He didn’t inform Dick of things properly and often caused misunderstandings that made him upset, but that’s it. No hitting, no unnecessary meanness. He cares abot his family more than about his own life and would never hurt them on purpose.

There’s not a problem with having a lot of batfamily members as long as you write them all properly and don’t sideline anyone (which seems to be a unknown concept to DC, so yeah).

Bruce would still be Batman if his parents hadn’t died. This has been explored in some older comics, but prettt much forgotten nowadays. Bruce is empathetic at his nature. He loves Gotham and proteting her, if his parents survived the incident he would still get shocked by the violence and work to become someone who is able to stop it.

Stephanie saw Bruce as a parent figure and that’s why their relationship was so convoluted. Steph has a history with trying to find men to somehow replace her father as actually good role models (read Secret Origins and you’ll see a bit of that) and she saw Bruce as a safe guy. He has adopted and cared for children before, he’s a hero, he fights crime, he’s the exact opposite of Arthur and seemed to respect her (at least in their first interactions), but that was the worst scenarion possible for Bruce, who (canonically) saw too much of Jason on Stephanie and got afraid that if he let her in, trained her, grew attatched to her she’d just die like Jason and he couldn’t deal with loosing another child, so he preferred to just pretend that he was not important to her, even though he very much was and now their relationship is a hot mess because of that.

Thomas Wayne was probably not a very good father. We know little about him but the few comics which flesh out his relationship with Bruce usually portray him as neglectful or even abusive.

Cass either communicating via ASL or normal english are both pretty stupid. She probably understand those languages (mixing a bit with understanding what people mean via context and body language) but speaking them should be weird and hard for her. I personally would write Cass as having her own “language”. Ways in which she figured out how to communicate properly without using words or languages. That could include gestures, signals and obviously a few words here and there. She can learn to speak I just think that shouldn’t be her main way of communication.

Bruce isn’t distant from people because of his trauma (though that did help) he has always been described as a introverted, shy and friendless child. With time he did learn to be more open and even to play people with his Brucie Wayne persona, but he’s just bad at relationships, that wouldn’t be changed by circumstances.

Tim and Jason having a good relationship is some insane levels of bullshit. They would have never gotten along, writers and fans should leave it at that. Jason tried to kill Tim and Tim was shit talking recently deceased Robin!Jason Todd from day one. It’s way funnier to build a dynamic around them bickering and hating each other’s guts than having a meh relationship that makes zero sense with any tiny bitsy of context.

Somethings in comics should just be ignored, retconned or changed. Sometimes stuff is written by people who have personal biases on a character or situation and doesn’t actually make sense within the narrative (cough, cough, Morrison about Talia), however there’s stuff that also feels patronizing to disregard. For example; Stephanie died and that has never been adressed after her return. Like, yeah, it was shit that she was killed off by sexist writers who hated her on the first place but now we should get to at least talk about it???

Jason Todd’s return and motivation makes zero sense. Bruce doesn’t kill, Jason knows that. He has the right to be pissed off about it, of course he has, but trying to force Bruce to kill Joker is just bullshit. You want your revenge? Do it, Batman walked off, he is letting you do it, but no, he wants his father who is very known for not crossing that one line to be a murderer after already traumatizing and injuring the old man multiple times. At this point their relationship is just pathetic. Get over it, bro, you should’ve known from the start that you weren’t gonna get what you wanted.

I guess that’s it, I could say more but I’m too lazy to keep going💀💀

What's your batfam hot take that will land you like this?

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 18, pt 9

Previously

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Or so he thought, but judging by the way lwj’s amusement seemed to swell, surrounding them in an air of uncomfortable pressure that reminded wwx way too much of stupid childhood dares. “Is wy scared?” the other man asked, his voice teasing and light and growing more amused as he watched wwx bristle.

“Come on, do it Jiang Cheng!” he could hear himself, small and gangly, dark and sun kissed—and occasionally burnt—from summers at the Jiang’s lakeside estate.

The tiny, wet version of his brother snarled, pushing and shoving him and telling him, “You do it first! I don’t trust you not to just make me do it, then chicken out!”

Somewhere nearby, their sister laughed and tried to talk them down, but it was too late. A challenge had been issued, and unlike his stupid, boring brother, wwx had never been one to balk at such fighting words.

In hindsight, not standing down and assessing if such challenges were really a good idea or were going to land him with broken bones, bruises—homeless, even—probably hadn’t been the best policy for a child dependent on a family that was not his own. He had smartened up since he’d been kicked to the curb by the Jiangs—even more so since he’d gotten a hold of A-Yuan—though. He could still be a little shit, sure! But the part of him that wouldn’t give up until he’d won a dare? That part of himself he had stuffed inside a box. That part of himself he made sure not to let see the light of day—it was just too risky, too dangerous, the potential consequences too fucking great. Here though? Here he felt safe and warm and like those consequences weren’t anything worth considering, and he felt the lid to his self-control rattle as he tilted his chin up at lwj.

“Fuck you,” he thought as adjusted his weight. He was a fast learner! So what if he didn’t have the best balance at the moment!? He could do this!

wwx pressed one of his hands to his dom’s shoulder for support as he began fumbling underneath himself for the man’s dick, his face growing warm as he couldn’t figure out how to get that weapon lwj called a cock to his ass. He glared down between his legs, where his hand was fumbling. The angle was awkward and his mind spun a bit as he tried to figure out how to fix things—fuck did he wish he had spent more time (read: any time) looking at porn! Yes, he knew porn could be pretty inaccurate, but he probably could have learned at least a thing or two!

Vaguely, wwx wondered how long the ride to wherever they were going would be. It took forever to get anywhere in the city, with its ancient roads that were rarely more than three or four lanes wide and cars enough for twice that. At this rate, though, it wouldn’t matter if they were going to the other end of the metropolitan area! He was getting nowhere! With his luck, he’d have just figured out how to get lwj’s monster cock inside him and they’d be done in the car! Then he’d have to figure it all out again on a bed or couch or—

“Does wy need help?” lwj asked, his voice mocking and silky sweet all at once.

wwx grumbled, chancing a glance up at the other man and immediately regretting his decision. Smug! The man had the audacity to look smug! Bastard. He narrowed his eyes, adopting his best customer service smile and telling lwj as politely as he could to “Shove it.”

[fhrlclln]

k’uk’ulkan/namor x fem! reader

just thinking about namor & his hugeee cock— 😘👉👈 i imagine him watching you ride him while your legs shake, feeling so smug how your struggling to get off without his help or anything. he’s also encouraging you to fuck yourself on his cock. <3

also, this is not the fic i posted the preview about, y’all will get that soon. *wink wink*

COCK < AGUACOCK

nsfw/smut under the cut

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namor is above all else a fucking tease.

you learned that the moment he started to get comfy with you in the relationship and leading to the amazing sex. you learned that he’s quite a passionate lover, always giving you what you need, making you feel so good with that package he’s hiding underneath those damn green shorts. you always tried to hold yourself back from sucking him off in public when his literal bulge is right before your eyes. how could you not hold back at that?

but as always, as passionate and intimate as a lover, he always loved to tease you when he gets in the mood. and you don’t know if you either hate or love it. he can be a absolute menace on it when you’re extra needy for his dick. but his praises makes up for it. or you thought so.

“ma'alob.” good. he breathes out, sitting on his bed in the sanctuary of the underwater cave as he watches you bounce vigorously on his cock, whining out his name.

“ka beetik jach ma'alob, in yaakunaj.” you’re doing so good, my love. he smirks when you mewl again, gripping his broad tan arms, trying your best to make yourself cum. the lewd slaps of your wet pussy on his dick emitting the quiet cavern. sweat dripping down the expanse of your breast as he greedily wraps his lips around your nipple, other hand kneading your ass, teasing your further in his touch.

“do s-something!” you pleaded, wanting him to fuck you up. but namor only grins, kissing your breasts as he stares into your eyes making you pout how fucking smug he is. you could almost smack him now but your mind was too cock drunk to even consider it. you needed his pounding, you want him so bad to fuck you it was making you tear up in frustration.

“aww.” he cooed, mockingly. “fuck yourself on my cock, in puksi'ik.” my heart. “and i’ll consider.” he winks at you as he leans back, hands only on your hips as you stared at him in disbelief.

“you are a cruel man.” you grumbled which makes him laugh loudly, planting your hands on his massive chest, positioning yourself again as you started another tiring pace of his cock rubbing inside your wet cavern. the width and length deliciously filling you up, hitting deep inside you. stretching you wide, you love it but it wasn’t enough.

you needed him and his godly stamina.

namor watches, focused on the area where your sexes meet, completely in dazed and hungry seeing you work for it. he fucking loves it, loves the way you’re always so needy for his huge prick. always welcoming him with that wet cunt, he considers himself lucky being with you. not in a hundred years he thought of having a lover, but here you are, playing with his games, tolerating him, loving him.

how did you love a man who was once told he had no love?

the overwhelming feeling bloomed in his chest, his heart thumps for you as he grips your hips suddenly, sitting up as he pounds up to your needy pussy. you gasped, squirming as he started brutally fucking you. you wrap your arms around his neck, forehead pressing against each other as you stared into his doe eyes. those dark brown irises that holds a affection and ounce of all love for you. you dove in and kiss him hungrily as he groans against your soft lips.

“k’uk’ulkan—“ you moan out, grinding yourself on him as he lets out a low growl. “in yaakunech.”

he lets out a shuddery breath, feeling your walls clamp tight his balls tightened. he smiles, kissing you again. all other thoughts gone but just you, in his arms and in his home. both of you shuddering as your releases peak. his warm cum shooting inside you as you whimpered at it. his huge cock grinding deep inside you. you two stare at each other before he breathlessly returned the words of love.

“in yaakunech.” i love you.

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