#I need to travel back in time and throw myself at his feel and beg him not to cut his hair

[porschesbabydaddy]

I’m a simple man. I think abt long haired Mile and my body becomes so full of lust that I am unable to function properly

[cherryredstars]

For the 1k prompt thing...may i request some pervert Miguel plss (like hes obsessed with groping the readers tits in public type of thing) thank you in advance 😘🫶

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Groping, Public Sexual Touching, Getting Caught

Summary: He could keep his hands to himself, but why would he want to?

Word Count: 638 (Not Edited)

He knows no shame. 

He’s impatient, insatiable at the worst of times. He can’t help it, not when you always look so…touchable. Soft, glowing skin. Clothes that fall around your body so perfectly. Tits and nipples that just beg for attention. A perfect pussy that he can play with for hours. He sees no shame in it, you’re his after all. It’s completely justifiable if he decides the whole world needs to see that too. 

He comes up behind you as you look through a rack of clothes with practiced quietness, a large hand coming up to your front. A gasp escapes you as his hand covers your covered boob entirely. His hand is firm as he kneads and squishes it in his palm, groaning at how soft they feel. It doesn’ help when he slips that same hand under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your stomach as his hand travels under your bra to pinch at your nipple. You throw your hand over your mouth, muffling your own moan at the sharp sensation. Your other hand comes up to grip his hand, eyes darting worriedly to see if someone is approaching. The rack is tall enough that it covers what Miguel is doing, but the camera you can see from the corner of your eye has a perfect view of what’s happening. 

“Miguel!” You hiss, trying to pull his hand away desperately before someone comes to kick the both of you out. 

Miguel only grunts, tightening his hold around your soft breast and flicking your hardened nipple. Your traitor of a body melts into his touch, leaning your back into his front. You can feel his hard on through his jeans, poking at your ass. You try to tease him back, moving your hips slightly to grind into it. His head falls into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he groans. Your plan completely backfires.

He takes your grinding as a sign to go further, his other hand coming between your legs to cup your clothed cunt. A sharp gasp leaves you as he digs the heel of his palm into your cunt. It causes a hiss from you as the scratchy material of your pants and panties press into your pussy. You can feel yourself dampening your underwear, and you shakily grab at his wrist. 

“Miguel, st-”

“Um… Excuse me?”

Both you and Miguel freeze. Your eyes widen as you see a very uncomfortable store clerk stand a few feet away. You instantly pull yourself away from Miguel, cheeks a wild mess of blush. Miguel looks more irritated at the fact he’s been interrupted than concerned that the two of you have been caught. He has a dark scowl on his face, brows furrowed as he broods beside you. You nervously clear your throat, giving the clerk a flimsy smile as you straighten your clothes of any wrinkles that might have appeared. 

“Hi!” Your voice sounds overly squeaky and enthusiastic, and you resist the urge to cringe at yourself. Miguel simply huffs.

The clerk hesitantly smiles, face twitching with discomfort, “Uh, hello. I’m sorry but I have to ask you to leave. We don’t tolerate..uh, inappropriate displays of…affection… in our stores. It’s just.. you know, families shop here so…yeahh.” 

Your cheeks are on fire, hurting from how wide you smile as you nod along to what the clerk says. You try to keep it casual, apologizing and grabbing Miguel harshly as you turn to go. Your nails dig into his arm as the clerk follows behind the two of you to ensure you actually leave. 

“Oh you are so going to be fucking your hand for the next month,” you hiss under your breath as you exit. 

Let’s just say, Miguel is definitely upset that the two of you have been caught now.

[elllisaaa]

hey there, sweetie 🫶🏼 surprisingly i’m not here to yap about sunghoon this time!

i found myself thinking about sub!mingi 😔 him coming back very late at night from practice, so exhausted and groggy.. he instantly throws himself on the bed, but when you kiss him just to say hello he doesn’t want to let go. he begs you to help him relax before sleep in such a needy voice you’ve never heard from him before. he even lets you undress him, he doesn’t lift a finger. but he doesn’t have to, you’re more than pleased to do everything for him sigh… i just can’t get the idea of jerking him off with one hand, and choke him with the other for some reason it’s torturing me

hii lovely ! so shocked that you're not thinking about sunghoon for once but i'm glad you did because i was just waiting for an excuse to write about sub!mingi 😔. 

MINGI is always so tired when he comes home from practice, but even more so when yunho forced him to repeat one particular move over and over until he got it right. his hair are still wet from the shower he took before joining you on the bed, just wanting to hold you close to him and finally sleep. 

"welcome home baby."

you smiled at him, all cuddled up against you, arms wrapped around your waist. mingi lifted his head, locking his gaze with yours before his eyes shifted to your lips enough for you to notice it and lean down to kiss him softly, only a sweet peck. but for some reason, it ignited something in him, a feeling of desire he couldn't contain. 

mingi kissed you again, this time a lot more hungrily, slipping his tongue into your open mouth and letting it dance with yours. the surprise passed quickly, and you kissed him back just as sloppily, loving how desperate he is to make out with you. and when you try to get away from his hold to breathe, mingi brings you back to him immediately, needing so bad to feel you against him, to feel your touch on him.

"please help me baby", he said while pressing his body flush against yours, allowing you to feel his hard on. "want you to touch me, please ?"

and how could you deny him that when he already looked so fucked up and pretty with his lust filled eyes ? you pushed mingi to lay on his back on the sheets, getting him rid from his shirt and sweatpants, admiring his big, hard cock for a minute, nearly drooling at the sight of his tip already leaking pre cum. 

"please baby just touch me, please."

you bite your lips while reaching for his dick, wrapping your hand around him. the way his begs and moans were slipping past his lips so easily was getting you wetter than you thought it would. seeing your boyfriend who was usually tossing you around like you were a doll so pliant to your touch strangely did it for you, leading you to straddle his thigh to get some kind of friction while you continued to stroke his cock at the rhythm you knew he liked. 

"feels good baby ?", you asked with a cheeky grin, already knowing from the whines he was letting out that it indeed felt good. "s-so good ! please don't stop, love it so much..."

and you're not planning on stopping anytime soon, the thought of having a big guy like mingi in the palm of your hand was really arousing. and all he could do was whining, whimpering, and begging you for more and more of your touch.

"you really want more baby ?", the smirk on your face was long gone, your panties now soaked with your juices as you kept on riding his thigh, breathing heavily and trying to keep your voice steady. "y-yes, please, please touch me more ! i need you so bad, please..."

his voice was quivering, almost like he was on the verge of tears, and you couldn't help but find that extremely cute, but also extremely hot. slowly, you let the hand that wasn't busy speeding up your movements around his cock travel up his body until you could reach his neck. you delicately traced the sides of it with your fingers before wrapping them around his throat. 

"w-what are you doing ?"

you gave mingi's throat a little squeeze, watching with delight the way his eyes rolled back, the way he couldn't help but moan, the way his dick throbbed in your hand, the way he had to grip the sheets to ground himself in reality. the pleasure was starting to make him feel dizzy, his body too tired to hold back any longer.

"fuck baby ! 'm so close, please, please, please, can i cum ?"

his voice was laced with desperation, cutting himself with a whine every two words. and you couldn't help the rush of desire to cum that hit you right away at hearing him so pliant, so submissive. 

"you've been such a good boy, go on, cum all over my hand."

and mingi surely did, thrusting his cock into your hand to follow your movements, until he covered your fingers with his sticky release. and that was really all he needed to relax after a long day at work. 

"shit, that felt so good baby.". you replyed to his fucked out expression with a smirk, "yeah, i could tell."

and mingi's cheeks turned even more red, not knowing how to handle you being this attractive when you were taking control of his body. he watched you as you took some tissues to wipe your hand and his skin of his release, when it clicked in his head that he didn't even return the favor.

"don't you want me to take care of you too ?"

you settled back under the covers with your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"oh don't worry, your thigh was enough."

and if mingi wasn't so exhausted right now, he would have gotten hard all over again at the thought of you cumming just like that.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 10 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your lesson with Jungkook ran a bit longer today so he offers to give you a ride home but decides to make a stop along the way Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.7k~ Warnings: Suggestive language if you think about it lmao but nothing too crazy a/n: I can't believe it's been this long since I last updated this story 😭 (almost 2 months) I know this chapter is short but the ball is coming up in the next chapter so this was a good stopping point. Hardly edited per usual lol Start from the beginning

"Late again princess. I should start counting at this rate" Jungkook taunts, his back to me as always when I walk in the room. "Prey tell," he continues, turning to face me and sizing me up like a predator does his prey. "what might your excuse be for being late this time? The roads were quite clear last I checked" he presses, walking closer and closer to me. 

"I-I forgot my shoes at home. I know you told me I needed to break them in so..." I say, being truthful but keeping the matter of being stopped by Foster on my way out of class to myself. 

"Why are you so nervous? Have I done something to frighten you already?" he asks, circling me and slipping my bag off my shoulder before walking over to the chair I usually sit on when I change into my heels before class. 

Gone is the easy going and attentive Jungkook from Sunday, leaving a hungry dominant one in it's wake. 

"I'm not frightened" I argue, following him so I can sit down but when I reach for the box that contains the shoes in question he gives me a warning glance, leaving me recoiling and letting him do as he pleases. 

Okay so maybe I am a little frightened but I just don't know where we stand and that fact alone has me on edge. 

"You look at me as though you were afraid I might gobble you up" he smirks, kneeling before me and helping me slip them on. "You look at me as though you would" I throw back and the look in his eyes goes from mischief to one of challenge, knowing now that I'm willing to play into his little game. 

"Is that something you'd like?" he asks, licking his bottom lip making my eyes draw straight to them. "Is that something you'd like?" I echo, throwing the taunt right back. He smirks softly and runs one of his hands up the back of my calf, no higher than my knee but still sparking a flame alight inside me.

"Answering a question with a question, I was under the impression I taught you better than that" he says and removes that hand that I begged would climb higher, him choosing to stand up and straighten his appearance instead, walking towards the sound system to turn on the endless ballroom music I'm sure we'll be dancing to. 

Damn him and his flirting! Can't he ever just follow through with one thing? 

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As our lessons draw to a close he hands me a bottle of water, leaving me accepting and downing half of it in one go. 

I feel his eyes on me, watching as a stray droplet trails down my cheek to the column of my neck and collarbone until it disappears under my blouse and it seems as though he wishes he could tear it away and find where else that droplet might've traveled. 

I finished drinking moments before it disappeared, watching him as he watched it, his eyes fluttering up to mine seconds later and noticing my stare. Clearing his throat in response he turns away and goes to shut off the sound system for the rest of the day. 

"Your dancing is improving" he says once he's walked back towards me, giving me a towel to dab off the light sheen of sweat that had appeared during the final three songs. "I only stepped on your foot once today" I say feeling a tad victorious. 

"Twice" he corrects gaining him a frown. "That one doesn't count! My foot barely grazed yours" I groan and he chuckles, "Still hurt though" he says with a shrug. 

"Really?" I cringe, hating the thought that I somehow still seemed to hurt him even after all the time we've spent running through all these steps together. He grants me a devious smile before stepping towards me, one of his feet closer to mine now. I look up at him with a questioning gaze, waiting for what he might say but it wasn't something I had expected. 

"Step on it" he says, smirking at the confusion now running through my whole body leaving me recoiling instead. "What?" I question, baffled by the absurdity of the request and he chuckles, thoroughly amused with my reaction. He glances down at his shoe and back up at me, daring me not to and I narrow my eyes at him while contemplating it for a second but decide to do it anyway, being met with a hard shell encasing the front of his foot.

"Steel toe dress shoes? Really" I roll my eyes, walking over to my stuff so I can take my heels off, feet thoroughly abused with the whole task of breaking them in. "They're very useful when you're in the line of work that I'm in" he responds, amused by my reaction of him revealing his secret to me. 

"I bet they are" I respond and once I'm back in my flat shoes again I stand up but lose my footing after having spent all this time on my toes. "Are you okay?" he asks, catching me right away. "Yeah I'm fine. Dancing with new shoes was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be" I explain and he nods his head, understanding completely and lets go so I can stand on my own. 

"Were you planning on teaching me anything else tonight? It's already a little past the usual time we wrap things up" I ask, checking my phone and then glancing outside, seeing that the sun is long gone. 

"Oh I apologize, I seem to have lost track of time. Let me drop you off then" he says, grabbing his keys. "I drove here though, and I'd hate to have James send someone to pick up the car again" I try to refuse, ultimately knowing I'll lose the battle but still doing so nevertheless. 

"It's fine, I can come pick you up from home and take you to campus when I drop off Bam at his trainers in the morning" he says and I stop in front of his car while he goes to the passenger side and opens the door for me. 

"Isn't that a little too much? I don't want you going out of your way to do that for me" I say, making excuses so he doesn't feel like he has to do all of that. "It's completely fine y/n. I pass by your house on my way home anyway so I don't mind adding a couple of extra stops since I don't have much planned in the morning" he replies and I nod my head, slowly making my way over to his car. 

"I really don't mind driving in the dark Jungkook my vision is completely fine" I relay, trying to back out once again but this time he walks up to me and ushers me over to the car by my waist so I have no other option but to get in. 

"Okay but I-" I start, turning to face him before I get in, not knowing how close his face had been to me, leaving our lips mere inches apart. He tilts his head and hums, urging me to continue. I try to find the words I mean to say but they are buried in the deep recesses of mind, whisked away with the proximity between us. 

"I'll pick you up once your classes have ended as well. That way you'll be here on time tomorrow" he says, touching my jaw for a second before leaning in. "Get in the car" he whispers against my cheek leaving me quickly turning around and doing as he says before he can see my expression. 

Seconds later I could've sworn that I heard him chuckle and mumble a quiet 'Cute' under his breath before closing the door and rounding the car to his side. 

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After we've been driving for a bit I notice how he's pulled off onto a dirt road and I'm instantly confused. 

"Is this where you plan on killing me?" I joke, curious as to where we're going. "If I wanted to kill you Pretty," he starts, paying close attention as we round a bend, pausing in his response for a second. "you'd already be dead" he finishes, sending a chill through my body and when he notices how stiff I've gone he gives me a sly smile before turning back to make sure we get to our destination safely. 

"I went ahead and messaged Matthew and asked him to inform James that our lessons ran a little late so they won't be too concerned" he says, putting the car in park and unbuckling his seatbelt. "So this is where you're going to kill me" I say and he chuckles again before tapping me twice under my chin. "You're cute when you're scared" he says before opening his door and rounding to open mine.

I cross my arms over my chest, thoroughly annoyed by the fact that I let him get away with stuff like this to the point where I actually prefer it. I'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. Knowing him though he's probably already very aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't keep pushing my buttons. 

When he opens the door I glare up at him keeping that same posture and he smirks down at me while offering his hand to help me up. "Where are we?" I ask and he lets out a dry chuckle. "Get out of the car and you'll find out" he temps and I look between him and his outstretched hand that is still waiting for me to take and against my better judgement I decide to dance with the Devil. 

Who would blame me though when he looks at me like that, a heated gaze that never truly acts upon the sinful desires hidden behind them.

Stepping out of the car we're met with an open expanse of land, not a single soul or building in sight with only the low hum of vehicles barely audible from the highway behind us. "What is this place?" I question marveling at the serenity of it all, breathing in the could night air and letting the chill surround me. 

I shiver slightly as it's seeped through my clothes a lot sooner than one might think and just as I'm about to wrap my arms around myself for warmth I'm met with a coat being draped across my shoulders and when I turn around I see he's looking up towards the sky. 

"Have you looked up yet?" he ask, the body heat from him wearing it moments ago still present making me shiver for another reason but once I do look up none of it matters anymore as I take in the sight of thousands of heavenly bodies strewn across the clear night sky. 

"I-" "You were so concerned with the thought of me harming you that you didn't even notice the clear purpose of me wanting to bring you here" he say, cutting off whatever nonsense I was about to let tumble out of my mouth. I sigh in response, not bothering to ruin this moment of peace with nonsensical bickering since he's clearly done this with me in mind.

"How did you find this place?" I ask after having taken in the sight of it, countless start twinkling above us. "I went driving one day and my car broke down so I pulled off near the entrance of this little dirt road and while I was waiting for the tow truck I walked down the path and well..." he says, trailing off making me fill in the obvious blanks. 

"I see" I respond and we stay silent for a while, the both of us standing there with all of our thoughts angled up towards the heavens until he finally speaks again. "I should probably get you home" he says, turning towards me but I shake my head.

 "No, no not yet. Can we stay a little longer? Please?" I ask, this moment difficult to let go just yet and can see him smiling at me from the corner of my eye as I continue to keep my eyes on the stars above, praying that I'll be able to feel this way forever...

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When he parks his car in the driveway and opens the door for me he keeps me there for a second, not letting me get away so fast this time. "Thank you for letting me keep you a little longer tonight" he says, ghosting his hand on my waist and it's then that I realize I'm still wearing the coat he let me borrow. I try to take off but he grabs both of the open sides and pulls them together, trapping me inside and in turn pulling me closer to him.

"I wanted to give your jacket back to you" I mumble since the intimate space between us makes even that sound too loud. "I realize that, but I want to get you inside first before taking it back. Don't want you to catch a cold after all the effort I put in to make sure you stayed warm" he explains, one of his hands now holding onto my waist while the other keeps the coat closed.

I hum in response and look away as I notice he's started to study my features. "The ball is this weekend" he says and I nod my head. "I know" I mumble again, my expression now one of doubt. "Hey" he says, cupping my face, trying to make me meet his gaze but my eyes then turn downward in response. 

"There's nothing to worry about y/n, I promise" he says and I nod my head again, not bothering to utter a word in response. He tilts my chin up and I give in, letting my eyes peer back into his and I notice how sincere he looks, an expression I don't think I've ever seen from him leaving me holding my breath and waiting for him to continue. 

"No matter what happens just remember that I'm proud of you. You've done well in our lessons and I have no doubt that everyone is going to love you" he reassures me making me feel a little more at ease with the thought of it all but also nervous about him saying things like this to me.

"Thank you Jungkook" I whisper and he smiles in response before reaching into the car to grab my bag that's still on my seat and handing it to me. "Let's get you inside" he says placing his hand on the small of my back, walking me to the front door and stopping right outside of it, waiting for me to unlock it. 

Once I step inside I turn around to say something but he steps inside making me take a step back but he takes another step closer so he's standing right in front of me, hardly any space between us now. 

I blink up at him, not really sure what his plan is before he slowly unzips the coat the rest of the way, making my breath hitch, the feeling of him taking my clothes off even if it's as simple as this making my brain short circuit. Once he unhooks it at the bottom he pushes it off my shoulders and leans in to help it slide down my arms leaving me shivering once his warm breath hits my neck. 

He hums, satisfied by my response and places a feather light kiss under my ear before quickly pulling back and pretending as if nothing had happened meanwhile leaving me completely flustered by his ministrations. 

Let's just say I'm lucky neither of my parents came downstairs to greet us. 

"Sweet dreams" he says playfully and slips out without another word, walking over to his car and driving off. I only close the door once his car is out of view, my back against it now, catching my breath as I think about everything that happened today and all I can think of is 'How the hell am I supposed to take much more of this?'

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woman

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

2 o'clock in the morning. that was what chris's computer showed. you were in his room, he was still completing the track in his shorts and you on his lap wearing his tshirt that fitted you like a mini dress.

curled up in his chest waiting for him to finish and finally sleeped until you started overthinking again. after you cut your hair on shoulder length, even if everyone liked it, you didn't feel like a woman. you loved how it looked on you but after looking at yourself on the mirror a few times it seemed like it made you more boyish than you already were. you were already insecure about your boyish looks that everyone seemed to love but you just wanted to feel like a total woman.

without noticing you started muttering to your self "what if I wear more makeup" or "what if I go on a diet again?" that you didn't realise he had turned his computer off and was listening to you with a confused look on his face."what's wrong babe?" he whispered "it's just...... I'm not feeling myself" "what do you mean?" still confused; "I just don't feel as feminine as before, like I turned into a boy" you frowned

"oh my baby *forehead kiss* want me to prove you you're not a boy * kiss* you'll always be my woman *lip kiss*" "mmh" was your only answer before he stared kissing your collarbones, his tongue giving slight licks his on every weaker until he reached the neckline of the shirt.

glancing at you to make sure you're ready before he took off your shirt throwing it behind his chair. he stared for a few seconds at your bare chest, your hard rock nipples begging for his attention. your legs on each side of his waist, his hands on your hips and lips attached to your left nipple as he lifted you up going to the bed and pushing your back against the mattress.

your whimpers turned into moans as his hand travelled to your right nipple as he continued sucking your left one. his over hand going down to caress your clit through your panties and he was now standing on his knees letting you feel his semi-hard erection that touched you thigh."feeling better now sweetheart?" he breathed allowing his hot breath send shivers down your spine as he left a trail of hot wet kisses along your stomach 'till the hem of your underwear.

you just nodded as you lifted up your hips to let him pull off the only fabric between you and his tongue. you on the edge of bed, his knees on the floor and your croch touching his nose was all you could ask for."you're so beautiful" he whispered before diving into you. his tongue travelling from your home to your clit and back before he started sucking desperately on your sensitive spots leaving a few light marks there.

you were stimulated already and after feeling your pre-cum you started bucking your hips on his face needing more. "feel like a woman now?" he breathed out "i'm your- your woman" you managed to let out. he now used his fingers first teasing your clit and slowly moving to your aching hole. "chris fuck- please just put something in" nearly screaming making him chuckle at your desperation.

"just wait a little babygirl alright? there is no need to be quick, you're mine right?" he muttered undoing his pants and taking them off along with his boxers. he teased a little again by letting his tip rest on your clenching cunt. hands on his neck tugging his brown locks "chris just-" you couldn't even speak, he just bottomed you out slowly and heavy breathing.

"oh god sweetie- please- ah this feels so good fuck" you whined as you felt him moving. before you could even react his head dropped to your boobs as he started sucking once again. the overstimulation you felt was extraordinary as he picked up his pace real quick. you couldn't even moan the only thing you could do was to just lay your head back and let him do his work.

even you thought you wouldn't last a second more, you tried your best and wait for him to reach his high as well. "babygirl i'm- shit -" none of you could make a whole sentence but you soon realised both of you had finished and his head was still on you chest, now resting and panting heavily. "oh god that was amazing" you muttered "i feel so good now. thank you babe" you said after a few minutes leaving a lot of kisses on his sweaty face.

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[hollowsart]

Thaal Sinestro of Korugar

-cracks knuckles-

Here's ALL of his lore that I cooked up:

(warning for: the sheer ungodly length of this, mentions of death, and a low-key humorous mention of alien physiology at the end cuz I couldn't help myself--)

(Some of this might still be a slight work in progress and/or may be subject to change later on. I'm not sure yet.)

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Backstory:

It wasn’t supposed to end that way. He wanted her to be safe and far away from the threat of action. Unfortunately.. he had made a mistake and it cost him greatly. Both heart and mind.

The loss of his wife.. the loss of his best friend, Abin Sur’s sister.. it caused quite the disruption in their friendship.

Some time well after that horrible event, Sinestro and Abin got into an altercation. An argument while out on duty. Abin had heard of Sinestro’s plans, but he didn’t agree with them. Both men were already still rocky and broken from the loss of Arin. So, when Sinestro was plotting some way of utilizing his GL powers to enforce order and protection.. no matter how unreasonable. Abin Sur lashed out. Calling him crazy, delusional, that nothing will ever bring her back.

Sinestro.. well.. he wasn’t thinking and without any ill intention.. he attacked Abin Sur. He only wanted to try and reason with him. He didn’t mean to do it.. but a stray blast from his ring managed to wreck the ship they were traveling in.. and the blast severely damaged Abin Sur.

..Sinestro fled the ship in horror, not seeing the fate of his friend as the ship hurtled down to a particular blue planet. The thought of having presumably killed his own partner and friend on top of having already dealt with the loss of his wife.. well.

That absolutely destroyed him. Shattered him so deeply.. he’s grown distant. Disconnected and apathetic. Bottling up, locking away, and throwing the key away with his emotions..

This was the beginning of the end of his GL career.. and the lead up to him being picked up by the Yellow Corps. The immense fear and angst building up inside him being strong enough he found a new life with the Yellow Lanterns. However, he couldn’t take the life and went rogue. Taking the ring with him and starting his own little sect.

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imagine. some late series episode that ends with a little close up of some guy who looks a bit like Vincent Price for some reason lowering his newspaper and staring in Guy & Feste's direction as they head back home for the day after having a chat at some outdoor cafe.

you don't know who this weird guy is until it's later revealed that it was Sinestro. He ALSO used his ring to go incognito and appear human so as not to attract any attention while he "stalks" Guy & Feste for some reason idk I didn't think this far.

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it kinda adds weight to the act of killing him. but like.. it probably killed Sinestro, too.. to do it. maybe it was an accident..? unintentional… during a fight.. and Sinestro was hiding it. and although Guy reminds him of Abin Sur… he hates Guy because he reminds him of Abin Sur and what he did to him. like a weird sort of "reincarnation" thing?? if that makes sense??

Guy being so angry at Sinestro for what he did feels almost cathartic for Sinestro cuz he knows he deserves it.

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Sinestro sees occasional visions of his wife and friend begging and pleading for his help that will never come. This fuels his fear to power his ring. he needs fear to wield it. and that is a big fear. the repetitive action of losing his wife and friend and not being able to do anything about it.

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Miscellaneous:

Soranik Natu was given the Natu surname as she was raised by another family. whether on Ungara or Korugar is undecided, but she does keep it.

Sinestro was unable to continue raising her as he was in no condition to do so, and Arin was.. well. out of the picture.

Sinestro sees Soranik and hears her name and he knows that's his daughter and he feels sick. She looks like her mother, he can see it. There's the underlying fear of what she may think of him and how much she may take after him. He is very aware of the terrible things he has done but he is blinded, in a sense, thinking what he is doing is for the greater good. to protect people..

To protect Soranik.

From a fate that fell upon Arin Sur and many others.

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Soranik is like a combination of the two. her horns are smaller and so are her ears. she has tiny "tusks" (fangs?) compared to her mom.

but she also has elements similar to her dad.

also I can't help but think about Sinestro saying he wishes for his daughter to not become like him, but to instead become more like her mother. honor her memory. it's a terrible loss for the universe for someone like Arin Sur to no longer be in it..

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I 100% want there to be a moment in an episode where Sinestro's backstory is revealed. like… his life he had up to when Guy first met him. We get to see just how tragic his backstory is.

There's been some subtle little hints here and there before, like someone from on Oa hearing Guy make a remark about Sinestro's weird earring and they tell him what they know.. how it's actually something very meaningful, a combination of two races and their culture. how it is a show of respect and mourning..

the mourning rituals of both Ungarans and Korugarians came together when Sinestro lost Arin. The piercings worn by those who lost a partner from Korugar.. and the wearing of a specific flora from Ungara..

Sinestro's mournful earring has a unique flora depicted hanging from it. A custom metal made to resemble that flora from Ungara.. to honor the memory of Arin Sur. He wears it always except when bathing or resting, but he keeps it with him ever so close at all times.

Should he lose that earring at all… well…

we might just see Sinestro become a Red Lantern.

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I do kinda like the idea that Ungara and Korugar are relatively close planets with their own races inhabiting them. and because of this, the two races are uniquely compatible, genetically speaking, which leads to how Soranik Natu was born at all when Thaal Sinestro got with Abin Sur's sister, Arin Sur. Sinestro & Arin were the first ones to discover this.

Also, Ungarans are taller than Korugarians. Soranik stands a little taller than Sinestro.

Sinestro is 5'5" (average)

Soranik is 5'9"

Arin & Abin Sur: 6'6" 6'8" (average)

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(Warning for alien physiology talk & humor)

what if Sinestro has never seen a human before and the first time he sees Guy shirtless in the Oa locker room he notices Guy only has 2 n1ps and Sinestro is like:

"Only 2? However will you feed all your young? Surely they should starve with such a lack of bodily provisions."

And Guy stands there extremely confused. Asks him what in the ever-loving heck he's talking about. Sinestro responds by merely removing his own clothes and presents his 8 n1ps.

Guy is understandably disturbed by the implications now registering in his mind.

If Guy ever mentions pregnancy, Sinestro responds "The women carry the young and the men provide for the young. ..What does your kind do? Don't tell me the women do all the work and that you're utterly useless? You humans are quite the odd creature."

Guy is very much offended.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

DICK GRAYSON & JASON TODD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue: Epilogue” (Dick Grayson & Batmom!Reader), (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action/violence, cursing?, mentions of grief, past death of a child

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Gotham Knights video game)

| 2k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven. (series masterlist)

You walk out of the weapons cache lighter than how you walked into it and head directly for your eldest.

“Dick what the hell?”

Said man, halfway through what looks like calf stretches, sits up and throws a slight frown your way.

“What? What’d I do?”

And bless him but he’s actually thinking it over. Eyes sliding to the side and lips pursing and everything. Racking his brain over what mess he forgot to get himself out of this time.

Somewhere behind you Jason starts laughing at Dick so when he passes by you flick him on the arm. The drama queen then makes a whole show of blowing you off with a half assed ‘ow’. Your eyes meet the dark depths of the cave ceiling for a second as you beg for strength before they lock on Dick once more.

From there all you have to do is purse your lips and raise a brow for him to catch on. His arms fling into the air.

“He said he’d ‘take care of it’, and I haven’t seen you since then. Fuck me for thinking he actually did it! And he only felt the need to tell me three nights ago so it’s not like you’re the only one.”

Your shoulders start to shake and you move closer until you can nudge him. His arms drop and he huffs.

“Easy, little D, I’m just teasing. Don’t beat yourself up over that man’s horrible communication skills, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be,” he says.

You do catch the nasty look he throws the cave entrance with despite what he’s said, and the easy tone he’s said it with, however.

“Actually,” Jason pipes up, helmet back on and voice once again skewed. “I’m still hung up on your shit communication skills. Nightfall? Since when has that been a thing?”

He jabs a finger in your direction while pacing around to Dick’s other side. Dick doesn’t do anything but follow the younger’s antics with his eyes.

You laugh, shrugging, and lean back on the cave wall beside the desk. You're still within spitting distance of the boys but you can’t bring yourself to travel any further.

“I’ve been in the game longer than Bruce has, but mostly under an independent contractor. It wasn’t till I came to Gotham that I changed my suit and started calling myself Nightfall; that gimmicky shit is contagious after all.”

“Immensely goddamn contagious,” Jason mutters darkly. He throws a glare Dick’s way that translates pretty perfectly even with the helmet to get him to knock off the staring, but you get the feeling the older only looks away because grilling you is a more pressing matter.

In the next moment Dick snaps his fingers, “You know what I still don’t get? How come we never found out? I mean you didn’t tell me until I was in Blud already.”

That question you can’t shrug away as easily. A grimace crosses your face and Jason makes an intrigued ‘ohh’ sound that honestly makes you want to flip him off. How are you being cajoled by your children right now?

“Well…” you kiss your teeth. “I was in love.”

The “Gross,” Jason lets out is instantaneous as he holds a hand up - it's a flawless reminder that 19 is not yet fully grown. “Pretend I didn’t ask.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not that damn bad. It’s just that when we first got Dick Bruce thought it’d be best if he had a greater sense of normalcy out of the cape, and I agreed; one vigilante guardian was enough. Then we just kept that same dynamic when we got you,” you gesture to Jason and he tilts his head.

“I’m still not seeing how that relates to the completely unnecessary ‘in love’ comment you made earlier.”

“Jason,” you scold. “I’m getting there, goddamn.”

Dick poorly muffles a laugh and you give him a hard look before rolling your shoulders.

“Back in the day, before Bruce stopped acting like we were a unit and more like I was a casualty of war in the waiting-” you take a deep breath and cross your arms, closing your eyes against the white lights of the cave.

You can hear the way they falter, likely glancing to one another to figure out what to do before they each take a step forward.

“You don’t have to-” Dick starts.

“Forget it-” Jason’s saying at the same time, their voices overlapping, and you shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you say. You blink your eyes open; both men have stilled but they’re balancing forward like they think you’re gonna drop. You huff. “Point is, there was a time where he could’ve convinced me of anything. He used to look at me like I hung the fucking moon just to provide people free light to see, you know? So at a certain time I chose not to tell you two because I didn’t want to challenge the perception of me that you had gotten from Bruce. That’s why you didn’t know, I didn’t want you to think I was as bad as the people you were fighting every night; the people who took away your parents from you. Dick running off was what made me finally spill, but you died years before I would’ve been ready to tell you, Jay.”

Jason clears his throat, “Uh. That why you and hi- Bruce separated?”

“Not really,” you sigh, shaking your head. “It wasn’t Bruce before…it was Bruce after. After you died we didn’t just bounce back…so eventually things between us soured. I loved him but expecting someone to put up with you constantly pushing them away isn’t fair,” you shrug. “How Bruce saw me stopped mattering as much after that.”

Dick nods, lining up what you’ve said to his own memory of the aftermath and coming up with a corresponding connection.

“Yeah, you and Bruce argued for hours after you met Tim that first time…and then some more when Stephanie became Robin. Hell, even by the time I’d gotten back earthside you and Bruce were down right frosty when you were next to each other even though you were trying to hide it from us.”

“Yeah,” you grunt. “That’s all we tend to do now: stay mad.”

Staring off into the distance Dick nods and Jason catches your eye, or maybe the other way round. His gaze on you is heavy all the same.

Whatever expression he is looking at you with is impossible to place with the helmet on but he is definitely watching you. Uncannily nearly all his mentees had Bruce’s tendency to look at things, and by extension people, like they were puzzles to solve. Which came with the added bonus of the recipient of said stare being able to feel it. Feel the weight of being dissected and picked apart as if it was a physical thing.

Most buck under that level of analysis. Wholly used to the originator of that stare though you continue on as usual. If he wasn’t going to ask then you had nothing to say.

After it becomes clear you won’t be coughing anything more up Jason backs off, pushing the conversation towards lighter material until Dick and him are carrying the back and forth together. They play off of each other in stunted stops and starts, and barely concealed hostility on Jason’s part, but their awkward attempts at light hearted banter still get your mind out of the gutter you’d landed in.

Ten minutes of forced jokes and almost insults later and Jason starts giving less than subtle hints at wanting to head out. After that it doesn’t take long before he comes over, and he doesn’t reach out to you but he does softly knock your shoulders together.

“See you later, Ma,” he says for your ears alone.

“Goodbye Jason,” you respond even though you’d rather never have him leave your side again.

You watch him go and are drastically reminded that your eyes have been incessantly brimming with tears this whole time when a few slip down your face with little prompting.

A few more beads follow the path of the others after you catch sight of the truly cracked look on Alfred’s face when Jason comes up to him before there’s an arm slinging across your shoulders and Dick’s urging you into a hug.

You take it. You raised some good kids, you’ll give yourself that much. Even if there were some major fuck ups along the way.

“It’s kinda surreal, isn’t it?”

“Oh absolutely,” you croak. “I like it though.”

Dick shrugs, “Yeah. It wouldn’t really be us if things got too predictable anyway.”

He waits a beat and then, “So who’s updating Babs?”

“Let me guess,” you deadpan, “he told you two at the same time?”

“Pretty much. Which that, combined with everything that happened with Steph and The Birds, and having to break all this to Cass means her fuse is waaay shorter than usual.”

“Not it,” you proclaim.

Dick’s mouth drops open, his gaze snapping to you.

“What? That’s not fair.”

“Says who? I’m not cleaning up after Bruce anymore than I already am, and she’s your friend, Dick.”

“It’s still unfair,” he grumbles. He brushes it off quickly though. “So….I heard you and Cass ran into each other a few days ago.”

“Yeah. Last Sunday.” You side eye him. “Right after you almost started a grease fire in your new apartment.”

Dick holds his hand to his chest, tone barely upset enough to sound like true hurt. “Don’t look at me like that, I can cook.”

You nod slowly, “I know you can cook,” then shake your head in the same manner. “But you cannot fry.”

“It’s not my fault the oil fights back. I get enough shit in my nightly life. I don't need it when I’m at home on top of that.”

He smiles but the way it doesn’t reach his eyes churns your stomach.

“Maybe pan frying just isn’t for you,” you murmur but your hand goes up to touch his arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Dick shrugs. Gaze locking somewhere over your shoulder.

“As good as I can be,” you give him a sideways look and he forces a chuckle, rocking back from your touch. “Seriously I’m fine. Please don’t stress out about me. Are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” you grunt before pushing him towards the benches on the other side of the cave. “Sure. I’m fine. Now come on, let’s go sit.”

“Mom-”

“Nope. Move before you pass out or some shit.”

“Ah,” he gasps, grinning weakly. “You said a bad word.”

“Dick,” you curb the urge to roll your eyes.

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Whatever conversation Jason’s just had with Alfred doesn’t seem to have left him any more tense than he already was, which is good. You and Dick stop mid sentence to watch him walk off from your new position on the floor.

You with a foam roller and your first child dramatically cringing every time you go over the area just above the hole in his calf. Part of it you’re sure is him trying to cheer you up but the other you're certain are actual expressions of pain because he went out on a literal bullet wound even though you’d told him to stay his ass home.

“I don’t know why he’s under the impression that I can’t shoot without killing someone but he’s wrong,” Jason’s saying. He pats the occupied holster at his thigh while making his way towards the vehicle pathway. “Anyway, I’m gonna get outta here. The later I see you Bats the better.”

“Jason!”

“Except for you, Ma! I’ll call you tomorrow!” He yells over his shoulder, running his fingers over the handle of the bike closest to him.

“You’d better,” you yell back. You’d be happy to reinstate another child that would lament the drama in their lives to you on your call list.

“Uh oh,” Dick says under his breath.

You turn to look over at him for barely a second, brows raised and mouth partially open, when the sound of a motorcycle revving answers your unasked question for you.

Looking back at the bikes shows Jason’s already peeling out of the cave with a yell of: “I’ll leave this somewhere you can find!”

You blink after him, not sure if you want to laugh or not.

“That’s not good,” Dick murmurs. When you turn to him he’s grimacing and seeing your expression he nods to the now empty spot. “That was Tim’s bike.”

“Oh.” For the first time since finding out the implications of Jason being Red Hood really hit you. Your lips purse. If he’d really been at that confrontation Tim came out of with a (mild according to him) slit throat during the Hush debacle, and been the one to infiltrate Titans Tower and lay Tim out a few weeks back you had a situation. “Oh lorde.”

“Yeah,” Dick gets up in one swift motion, hands on the roller. “We can’t have regular family problems. Nope.”

Unfortunately he’s right. A sigh falls past your lips. Either way, that was one down. You stand, addressing Dick while he’s putting the foam back.

“Excitement aside, before you head back to New York you want to come help me make dinner?” You incline your head. “Tim can come too.”

He smiles at you. You know he understands you not wanting to get too close to the teen but appreciates you including him in stuff anyway.

“Yeah, Mom, I’d love to. Just let me get my stuff and I’ll call him.”

“Okay.”

Dick leaves and you settle in to wait just as the Batmobile comes rumbling into the Cave. You cut your eyes at the vehicle but otherwise don’t acknowledge as Bruce gets out of it, heading immediately to change.

Alfred comes up to your side a breath later. The two of you nod in greeting.

“Sorry for taking the kids from you.”

“That’s quite alright, Mistress Y/n,” His voice drops to a whisper. “Between the two of us I believe Master Timothy may resort to camping in the woods behind the estate if he’s stuck here a moment longer. I’ll gladly allow you to take them both. You go deal with yours and I’ll deal with mine.”

“Have fun,” you croon lightly. The butler gives you a wry look in response. You shrug. “Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind could you tell Bruce to meet me at the Wayne Plot?”

A nod from the old butler.

“Is there a specific time you would like for me to convey as well?”

“He’ll know,” you say simply.

Alfred gives a curt nod.

“Certainly then. Farewell, my dear.” Alfred arches a brow at Dick as he comes back with a duffle swung over his shoulder. “And do try to express upon Master Richard the necessity of wearing his winter gear this year.”

“Alfred,” the man huffs.

You laugh and flick said man in the side. “I don’t think I’ll have to. He should have learned his damned lesson with that two week cold.”

“And I really did,” he bats your hand away and then speeds off. “I'll be upstairs.”

“Bye!” You laugh after him.

This was something you could work with. Putting time into your relationships with your boys and Tim. Solid plan. You say your farewells to Alfred and then follow after your eldest. Your gripes with Bruce could wait, you had dinner to make and two boys to feed.

Fin.

NOTES: I don’t know how severe the implications of a two week cold are but whatever. Hope you enjoyed!!

Thank you all for embarking on this journey with me, this is the first long form series I’ve actually finished so I’m very excited to cap it off!!

Anyway, long overdue is done but I will also write extras to this series at some other time in the future (if you’d like to be tagged in those then tell me).✌🏾

And yes I did my best not to have to write Tim or Cass yet, I can barely write Dick as is. Also let’s just assume Reader had the decency to actually inform Dick about Jason’s death and as such he wasn’t forced to dig for that information himself behind Bruce’s back.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Lost & Found : Noah x Reader OneShot

you're surprising your husband Noah while he's on tour! It's literally just porn 😀 because I wanted to practice writing so MINORS DNI

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), oral (f/m receiving), throat fucking 🙈, umm creampie? How much are supposed to put in here, whiny Noah, men begging, two hot people in love.

this is a work of fiction!!!!

I also used promt 76&97 from here! And if you like it feel free to request more! 🫶🏻

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Trying to keep this a surprise has been virtually impossible, keeping Noah in the dark for weeks about my plan to come and surprise him while Bad Omens was touring in Europe took every trick in the book.

“Oh I have no idea why my location isn't working right now babe, you know I'm so technology-challenged.” I lie. “I’m so lost with this stuff when you're gone, I'll try to fix it soon” I reassure him as I'm racing around our house packing my bag because my flight leaves in 3 hours and of course, I'm running late. “I’m lost without you too baby, I miss you so much, when are you coming out to join us?” He asks and I can hear the sadness in his voice. “Soon my love, I promise” We say our goodbyes and I pack the last of my stuff racing out the door to catch my Uber to the airport.

I’ve been coordinating with the Nicks and Jolly while planning so they have a spare key waiting for me at the hotel they're staying at so I can sneak into Noah’s room before they get back from their show.

For some reason I’m nervous, I have no idea why. Why am I nervous to surprise my husband on tour? It’s like that gitty first-date nervousness. I’m just so excited to see him again, smell him, feel his arms around me and I really, really, really miss having sex. I had to stay back for the first 4 weeks of their European tour because my sister needed help with her kids and I needed to be there for her. Now that she’s doing better I can go join him and I’m so excited. He thinks I’m staying back for an extra two weeks to help my sister but that was another lie. The flight goes by faster than I expected and soon I’m in another Uber heading to the hotel.

I approached the front desk and tell them I was picking up a key that should have been left for Mrs.Davis.

“Ah, yes, Mrs. Davis right here” The receptionist hands me the key card and directs me to the elevator.

“Thank you!” I say, waving and turning towards the elevators.

I get to the room and head inside, Noah is relatively clean so there’s just an opened suitcase on the desk, but the room was cleaned earlier so the bed is made.

I set my suitcase down and take out the things I need to shower. I want to scrub the scent of travel off of me before Noah gets me back. If my timing is right I should have another hour or so before they get back. I jump into the shower and wash off with the body wash I know Noah likes, jasmine and white tea, fresh and sweet. Finishing up I wrap myself in a towel and dry off my hair. I slather on some lotion and slide into my red lace lingerie set that drives him crazy. The garters hug my thighs deliciously, the color popping against my alabaster skin that's slowly becoming covered in more tattoos.

Now I’m just playing the waiting game, I get a text from Folio that they were twenty minutes away from the hotel. My heart is beating so fast, I am so excited to see Noah, I'm laying on the couch waiting, starting to feel a little awkward when I hear the door ping from the key card swiping to unlock. I sit up and move to spread myself across the bed, my head resting in one hand with the other propped on my hip. The door opens and closes and I hear him whistle to himself as he walks down the short hallway towards the bed. He comes into view, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees me, and then he tosses his stuff on the ground and throws himself on the bed wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Oh my god, you're here” he mumbles into my hair “You're here, you're real and you're here” he pulls back to hold my head in between his hands. He leans down, and kisses me, moving his lips hungrily against mine seeking entrance into my mouth quickly moving from a gentle kiss hello to a passionate tangle of tongues. “I can't believe you're here” he pants in between kisses “I missed you so much” his hands are moving all over my body “God, you're so soft” he pulls away and looks down to admire my lace-clad body “fuck, you're killing me here” he whispers in a hoarse voice as his hips press into my side and I feel the hard outline of his cock. I reach my hand down to press against his solid erection and feel the wet spot growing on the outside of his thin sweatpants.

“Do I really turn you on that much?” I ask him seductively. “You don’t even fucking know” he responds and dives towards my chest, nipping and sucking at my skin, a moan escapes my mouth when his hand kneads my breast and tweaks my hardening nipple “Ah, Noah, I missed you too” I gasp out. “Mmm, yes, say my name again,” he pants, “please Baby, I need to hear your voice” his voice comes out in a whine. “Mmmm, Noah, Noah, Noah, I missed you so much, my Noah” I graze my hands across his cheek and stare into his beautiful brown eyes, and brush my lips against his. “I missed you so much,” I say to him warmly “I need you so badly” I take his hand and place it against my warming core. “Please Noah, I need you to touch me.”

His hand cups my sex and a wicked smile spreads across his face, wiggling his fingers her purrs “Wow baby, crotchless panties, you really missed me.” His index finger slides in between my folds and he groans “You're so fucking wet” he puts his finger in his mouth and sucks the evidence of my arousal off of his fingers. He sighs “Fuuuck, I missed the way you taste, I can’t believe I survived these last weeks without you.” Noah kisses me again, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my body, stopping to lick and bite down on my peaked nipples. I’m moaning softly as he continues down towards the apex of my thighs, grasping my thighs and pulling them apart until he’s face to face with my aching pussy. “Oh I missed this,” he says and then licks a line straight up the center and circles his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, fuck” I moan out loud as he sucks and tongues at my pulsing core, my hand reaches down to tangle in his hair keeping him in place while I grind against his talented mouth shamelessly. He takes two fingers and pushes them into me as he continues sucking relentlessly at my clit, my orgasm is close, I feel it burning in my belly and when he looks up at me through his long lashes and says “Please baby, I need to hear you cum” he says and I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy. He withdraws his fingers and crawls back up to kiss me sharing the taste of my climax. I use the kiss as a distraction and flip us over so my legs are resting on either side of his hips and I can grind my bare pussy against his still-clothed cock. “Fuck baby, you're so beautiful like this” he reaches up to cup my breasts and plays with my nipples, pinching and leaning up to suck them again. I reach down to grab the hem of his shirt and help to remove it “You're wearing too many clothes” I tell him. “I want to feel you against me.”

Moving down his body I take the waistline on his pants and pull them down to his mid-thigh, exposing the hard outline and wet spot growing on his tight black boxer briefs. I bend down to lick at the head of his cloth-covered dick and he bucks his hips at the feeling “Ah, fuck baby, mmmm yes, can I have your mouth? Please?” he begs. I nod my head and grasp his briefs and pull them down to his sweatpants seeing his large erection springs free and pearls of precum leak down the tip. I quickly lick it up and start gently sucking at the head. Noah is whining and holding my hair back so he can get a full view of my ministrations. I start to take more of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat to make room for his full length and his hips thrust forward slightly and my eyes widen as I try not to gag. I tap his hip with my hand and nod, letting him know it's okay, he starts up again slowly fucking into my mouth and moaning “Oh, fuck yeah baby, missed you so much. Missing your hot mouth, and your tight pussy, mmmm can't wait to fuck you” he’s moving faster hips pumping back and forth as his cock hits the back of my throat and my eyes fill with tears threatening to spill and my pussy throbs with need. He pulls my mouth off of him with a gasp “Ah, too much. Want to cum inside you” he says out of breath. “Get up on the bed” he commands and I scramble to get up to lay my head back on the pillow while he stands up to take his pants off fully and then adjusts to settle between my legs. He grabs my thighs and pulls me so my pussy is resting against him, I feel his cock against me and begin to grind down on it looking for any type of friction. “I’ve got you baby” he takes himself in his hand and rubs the tip against my cunt, spreading my wetness around and coating his cock with it before slowly placing the tip against my entrance and moving in. While he's pushing to be fully seated inside our eyes are locked together and we're both moaning at the feeling of finally being back together. “Fuck Noah, I missed you so much”

“I missed you more,” he says, emphasizing each word with a shallow thrust.

Noah and I like to fuck in all types of ways, but after so long apart all I want is to be held in his arms a fucked tenderly. I know there will be plenty more chances tonight for rougher sex. But, for now, he holds me close and fucks into me at a slow tempo, each thrust pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the night, he reaches down and moves his fingers in slow circles around my swollen clit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock baby and then I'm going to fucking fill you up” his thrusts speed up slightly and my climax is reaching its peak, one last thrust, hitting just the right spot, and I'm calling out his name and milking his release. He finishes with a whimpering moan and collapses against me, kissing any skin he sees and softly saying “I love you so much baby, such a good girl for me.” I run a soothing hand down his back and tell him that I love him too and that I’m so happy that I’m back in his arms.

“I missed you so much baby, this is the best surprise ever.” We cuddle in each other's arms for a while longer and then I feel him stirring again when he looks up and gives me a devilish smile. “Round 2?”

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Thank you for reading!!!

[ilovehimyourhonour]

prompts 8 and 40 with beomgyu where reader is sick and he's taking care of them <3 ??

but you still looked so pretty

📂 bf! choi beomgyu x sick! reader . mentions of throwing up , reader is called pretty . inspo — prompt 8: “Im not going anywhere.” + prompt 40: Feeding their lover, but placing their hand beneath their chin so nothing falls .

a/n sorry this one took so long!! I am the softest for beomgyu. He’s just so-😭🥹. Finally getting around to my request:)

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Beomgyu curses the sun as its light travels across your closed eyelids, your lashes begin to flutter and a frown etches itself onto your face. He sighs and brings a hand to hover over your eyes—blocking the light and trying to prevent you from being brought out of your relaxed state. You had practically fought for sleep last night, the flu that had overtaken you earlier that morning having a harsh effect on your body.

When you had called Beomgyu the morning of and your voice was shaky and your words practically whimpers, all disappointment regarding having to postpone your one year anniversary was thrown out the window. Beomgyu reassured you that it was okay and that once you felt better the two of you would celebrate. During your short phone call your boyfriend decided he would leave out the fact that as soon as you hung up he would be packing a bag, heading to the drugstore, and setting up camp in your bed. Which led you to now.

Gyu had left the bed once the sunlight shifted to a lower spot on the mattress, hovering his lips over your forehead, the skin beneath his kiss burning and a bit clammy. He frowns and peels back one of the six blankets you begged to be covered with last night—Gyu tried to convince you that six was way too many and you’d burn up, but seeing your shivering figure curled into a ball he couldn’t deny you warmth.

Eventually he returned, a bowl of broth resting in his hands, a spoon clanging against the glass as he sat the bowl onto your bedside table. He runs his fingers through your hair, the strands circling your face wet with the sweat you were now producing. “Love,” he murmurs—leaning so his lips tickled the shell of your ear. “Sweetheart it’s a little after noon, and as much as I want to just let you sleep, you need to eat something.” You merely groan and shift. “I know you can hear me,” a long finger digs into your rosy cheek.

“It’s so hot,” you gasp, eyes still closed. “So sweaty,” you blindly shove the blankets from you body, they fall to the floor with a soft thud.

“I told you,” your boyfriend states as he stares down at you. “Can you sit up?”

You squint your eyes open, Gyu towers over you, waiting for an answer. You sigh and stretch your arms above your head slowly, Gyu merely watches you with a soft look in his eyes. You place your hands at your sides, weakly lifting yourself from your laying position. Gyu places his hands on your shoulders and gently guides you to rest against the headboard. “Dizzy?” You softly shake your head, reaching to your shoulder to take one of his hands. “I didn’t know how your stomach was feeling today but the internet said broth is good if you are sick.” He turns from you slightly, using his free hand to grab at the bowl. “Can I sit?” You hum and bring your legs to your chest, giving him room to sit directly in front of you—which he does. He slips his hand from your hold and pats his thighs, signalling you to lay your legs over his lap—which you do. “Ah,” he brings a spoonful of broth from the bowl and to your lips, you scoff at his feeding you, the broth he placed into you mouth dribbles down your chin and seeps into your pyjama pants.

“I can feed myself,” he simply shakes his head and places the bowl onto the side table. Another spoonful is brought from the bowl, this time his free hand hovering beneath the silverware as he brings it to your lips once again.

“Ah,” his hand is placed beneath your chin as you drink the broth. “Later on, if your stomach is fine, we can have real food.” Another spoonful of broth shoved into your mouth, his hand resting beneath your chin yet again.

“Thank you,” you mutter as the bowl of broth begins to come to a finish.

“You’d make a mess on your own,” he shrugs.

“No,” you smile softly. “Thank you, Beomgyu. For being here, for taking care of me, for being so good about missing our one year.”

He blinks slowly, gently dropping the spoon back into the bowl. His lips meet yours within seconds, a hand comes to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin of you cheekbone. “There is no where I’d rather be on our one year,” he mutters against your lips.

“Beomgyu,” you practically gasp as you place a hand on his chest and shove him off of you. “You cant kiss me. You’re going to get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

“I care, Gyu. And you should really go back to the dorms, I’m feeing a lot better.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Gyu-”

“Im not going anywhere. I want to be here with you, I want to take care of you. Being here, with you, is my perfect one year.”

“Your perfect one year? I threw up practically all day yesterday,” you frown.

“But you still looked so pretty.”

© ilovehimyourhonour

[skulla-rxcks]

♯☆:Bedpost

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem reader

Rating: Explicit (Adult)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Handcuffs, loss of virginity, praise, oral, v*ginal

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Chan makes sure y/n gets all the pleasure she deserves during her first time.

A/n: so basically I had this idea and wanted to write it asap, so I did. I wrote this when I was half asleep meaning there’s definitely spelling mistakes, probably incorrect words, unusual grammar. But yeah, enjoy!

“I’m sure Chan, I’m absolutely certain that I want this. I’m positive I want to give my first time to you.”

“Well, It’s a big step for our relationship baby girl. I could accidentally hurt you and I don’t want to mess up your beautiful skin.” he reassures, rubbing my head while I cuddle into his chest.

“I don’t care about all of that, i just.. want, I want you inside of me!” My voice vibrates against his shirt as i growl with annoyance.

“I don’t wanna force you into anything. But If that’s what you want, baby, I’ll happily be your first.”

The sound of a ringtone fills the room, breaking up our conversation

“I just need a minute, hang on Hun.” Chan picks up his phone to answer the call.

“Hello? Oh no, Everything good?… mhm…. Yeah I get that.. I don’t think I can come in tomorrow, or soon. I’ll get back to you later with the time and details..”

I sit on his lap and wait for him to finish the call

“Honey, baby.. what are you doing?” He chuckles as I put myself on his lap and wrap my legs around him.

“Channie, I’m tired of waiting.. I want you~” I watch his face blush as I pin him against the wall, my legs hugging his waist with my clothed crotch rubbing against his thigh.

“you certainly want me don’t you? Mmmm, you know I’m all yours.”

He mutters softly. My hand travels up his shirt, touching his torso while i slide off his shirt. A burning sensation forms in my face as I look at his chest and let my hands fiddle with the waistband of his sweat pants.

“Someones a little bit shy, isn’t that right?” he teases me with his words making me more hornier and hornier as time continues on.

Chan pushes me onto the bed before opening up our nightstand, taking something out then closing it again.

“Strip for me.” he stands over me, looking down at me while playing with a pair of handcuffs and throwing them on the ground.

“those are for later baby.” he replies after seeing my response to the handcuffs, making me curious about what’s going happen later on. Chan watches over me as I throw my clothes off.

“Oh baby girl.. you’re so perfect” he places his hands on my chest and touches me softly, I shiver in pleasure at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing and fondling my breasts “Channie.. please..! just t-touch me already..” Chan’s facial expressions change as soon as I whine, needing to be touched or bred by him.

“oh honey… I fucking love it when you beg like that. Well then, open up your legs for me sweetheart, open them up for daddy.” I obey his words Immediately and open them. He holds my legs open to get a better look at me, licking his lips as he stares at my hole. “I wanna taste your pretty cunt so god damn bad, gonna taste you baby~”

I inhale sharply feeling his warm mouth on my pussy. With one hand on each of my thighs, he’s spreading my legs apart and exploring me with his tongue; licking between my folds, sucking on my clit, experimenting with his mouth to hunt down my sweet spots.

“Nnngh.. I…!” I squirm loudly as he finds my pleasure spot, but before I can cum or have any release, he stops and puts me further on the bed, the sound of rattling happens again and before I know it, I’m handcuffed to the bed with Chan topping over me rolling a condom onto himself

“You ready princess?” He smirks as he rubs his tip against my hole, sliding into me slowly. “C-Chan.. use me.” I moan out.

Chan pounds me slowly at first then starts going faster kissing down my chest and pulling my hips towards him. “Does it feel good?” i stare at him, watching his face scrunch up as he gets closer and closer to cumming. “I’m gonna.. I’m close… Chan!” My whines and moans are stopped as his lips press against mine, kissing me softly as we both release the pleasure we stored inside us.

Chan gets off of me and pulls out, tying up the condom before chucking it in the trash. Then he unlocks the handcuffs and helps getting them off my wrists. We both collapse, breathing heavily and holding each other close.

“You did so well, such a good girl.”

Ao3 version

[nelbrokeloose]

"You are the only one I trust" [part 1]

This is the first time I write an erotic fic and it's been ages since I've written anything really. I was just bored and trying to write something for fun, but it grew a little out of my control and now this is the first part of a story, lol

So, yeah, I hope you like it and please comment, I'd really love to hear what y'all think about this.

There were five of us camping in the woods. Our party was almost at a new town and we were all very tired.

Lucius, our rogue had been slacking off for the last few months. He was always coming up with excuses for not fighting or doing his job. The rest of the party was growing impatient and discussing kicking him out of the group in the next town. I was against it since Lucius and I were close friends. I think it's because he was a tiefling and I grew up close to a neighborhood of tieflings so I knew a lot about his culture and we would talk for hours about typical foods, music and stories.

Everyone was already sleeping while I played the whole day in my head while tuning my lute.

"We can't leave him here on the middle of nowhere, can't you see he's sick?" I whispered to our warlock, Cassandra when Lucius went behind some bushes to throw up.

"I don't care, we're done with all this, you're the only one who wants to keep up with his shit!"

"Really? All of you are on board with this?"

Willow, our druid nodded and Heff, the barbarian agreed:

"I know you've grown to like the boy, but we have a mission and he's been holding us back. I'm sorry, Vince, but we have to put our feelings aside."

I took a deep breath and looked behind me to see if Lucius was back.

"Can we at least wait until we get to the next town and leave him with a doctor? I'm really worried about him."

They shared a couple of looks and then Willow finally said:

"Okay, sure."

And then, back at the camp I saw myself in a crossroads, I didn't know if I would stay with Lucius and make sure he would be ok or keep traveling with the rest of the party.

I sighed a little too loud and put my lute on the ground, I could feel the world crumbling all around me when suddenly there was a friendly hand on my shoulder.

It was Lucius, he looked like shit, bellow his horns his hair was soaking wet, he looked like he was in a lot of pain and I could feel his fear.

"I-I need you, Vince..." he begged with a trembling voice. "You are the only one I trust."

[not-rude-ginger]

I love your story"For what, for all but myself," it's so good! I do wonder though, what would have happened had JC actually died. Like we know what practically would have happened but grief is messy even at the best of times. I dunno I just like angst.

Ah, so you want the bad timeline! OK let me see...

The immediate fallout is WWX and JL screaming, crying, throwing up. The only thing the doctors can do is present them with Jiang Xi. JL takes him and holds him, thinking he's warm -- he holds JC's last warmth. He huddles around JX, and so we have the first split, because WWX is still wailing over JC's body, gabbling about ways the doctors should try to bring him back. However the doctors can't do anything more -- JC is already gone. WWX starts thinking aloud about how to reanimate him, but the doctors make it very clear they will not let him, and when he starts getting YLLZ about it, they point out that JC's will states that WWX is not to interfere with his body, and in fact is not allowed to have any involvement with his funeral preparations, because JC was afraid he would try something.

This shakes WWX deeply, that JC was so prepared for him, but he still fights LWJ trying to pull him away until one of the doctors knocks him out with a needle.

JL uses his fixation on JX to keep his grief at bay, so he sets about initiating the plans JC laid out. JSH is named sect protector, the other guardians are called to move into the family residence, and then JL announces the news to the sect, all the while still clutching JX. It's only when JX has to feed that JL can be persuaded to let him go and then when his arms are empty JL is overwhelmed with grief. He cries in JSH's arms and JSH's eldest daughter helps take care of him.

They keep WWX under while preparing for the funeral, worried what he might try. JL tells LWJ he must keep WWX from doing anything to JC, no matter how much WWX begs. They do let him attend the funeral and he's unable to keep his composure, everyone is afraid of him turning back into YLLZ.

LXC returns to seclusion following the funeral -- he put too much hope into the relationship he wanted with JC, and can't cope with the loss. NHS is full of regrets.

The rest of the Jianghu is reeling that Sandu Shengshou could stop the resentful cloud and save them all, but bled out during surgery. They eye JX in JL's arms with deep suspicion.

Once the funeral is over, WWX starts coping by fixating on JX, i.e. he doesn't cope at all and distracts himself. He hovers around JX all the time, won't let him out of his sight, sleeps next to the crib, follows the wet nurses around -- JL wants to stay and help, but he has to go back to LLJ as JC would have wanted so he has to say good bye and go home and grieve by himself. Except the other juniors follow him and stay with him in LL.

WWX stays in YMG, he won't leave LP, not even when LWJ is called back to CR to help LQR with running the sect because LXC is in seclusion again. Their parting is messy, not a break up but not a simple 'traveling for work' split either. LWJ is conflicted between his primal possessive jealousy and his basic decency that understands why this is the way things are. He can't even be angry that JC died, because he knows the man tried so hard to stay. He feels a grief he cannot process, for someone he did not like, but had come to somewhat respect and recognise how important their existence was for the running of things.

YMJ is desperately grieved by the loss, the kids are all crying, the disciples insist on bowing and mourning the correct way over and over. Some ask to travel, others want to stay and make sure nothing bad ever happens to their precious new sect leader. JL visits frequently, bringing gift after gift because he feels it's all he can give. Eventually Granny has to tell him Tadpole needs no more new things, he needs JL to be his tangxiong, who will tell him what it was like to be parented by JC when he's older, who will hug him and tell him he's brilliant and brave, just like his a-die.

Much like with LSZ, WWX is more of a fun uncle than a guardian Bobo, although he does learn how to change a nappy, burp the baby and rock him to sleep. When he's not looking after JX, he's working with the Plum Blossoms on new defenses for the sect, he goes to Conferences and watches the other sect leaders with deep suspicion, waiting for one of them to slip and expose their nefarious schemes for YMJ.

Still, as he gets bigger and goes from baby to toddler to child, JX is a source of great joy for many. He reminds Granny of JC at that age, everything he does is amazing for WWX, who sees so much of JC and JYL in him, and after being involved with his rearing, even from afar, JL decides to find a wife and raise a family, making sure that JX is close with his cousins.

They never stop missing JC, his absence is a physical thing, but JX was a worthy thing to die for, and exactly the sort of thing JC would die for. JX sometimes feels overwhelmed by the feeling he should be filling in all the gaps JC left behind -- especially with WWX who seems to sometimes forget that JX is not JC. However JL, who knows that feeling, makes sure he knows they don't expect it, and if they do, it's not his problem.

As he becomes a teen and goes to CR for lessons, some of his peers are suspicious and nasty to him because of his origins. They don't know whether to call him a bastard or abomination, but YMJ's disciples and then LWJ when he overhears, step in to punish and correct them. WWX returns to the Jingshi so he can be nearby if JX needs him.

JSH runs the sect very well, they don't have the same micromanagement habit of JC, but they helped him build YMJ into the smoothly running machine it is, so they simply continue the pattern, always thinking about how JC would handle a situation before acting. They hold onto the role of protector until JX is 21, allowing him time to mature. With JL now grown and a father, and an experienced sect leader, they keep the balance in the jianghu - not that LXC or NHS are in any way interested in messing that up.

Ultimately JX grows up pretty well, venerating the father who died for him, taking on the lessons of JSH, Granny, LH, WWX, JL and everyone else who helped raise him to become a sect leader JC would be proud off. He looks so like his father, but his personality is much softer, unafraid to show his feelings in a way JC never was. JC would say his son is the better version of him -- the kind his own parents would be proud of.

[f1luver-95]

Fate Charles Leclerc Story…

…Chapter 1…

                 ...January 2022...

Today was the day.... the day that I would be walking down the aisle to my future. It's scary to think that at 26 years old I will be someone's wife.

I can't help but smile as I remember the times when I was five years old dressing up in our mothers wedding dresses with my best friend Lucy. We would dream about how our lives would be as we grew up. 

We would always say that no matter what or no matter where we were in the world we would always be there for each other through the good, the bad and the ugly. Lucy has always been my person, we were inseparable growing up, and too this day we are still inseparable. She is the only person besides my family that I can count on, she loves me unconditionally. 

It's crazy how much has changed since the days when we would dress up in wedding dresses and plan our imaginary weddings. 

Looking at myself in the mirror... my blue eyes starring back at me as I took a deep breath. 

My long brown hair in a low bun with wisps of hair framing my face. My freckles hidden under the layers of makeup that I never usually wore, I looked unrecognizable. 

The nerves of the wedding making me feel nauseous. I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders and that I could throw up at any minute. 

I could feel a small tear form at the corner of my eye as it slowly rolled down my cheek. I reached up and wiped it away as I contemplated my next move. I had watched enough romantic movies to know, I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way on my wedding day.

Was it cold feet or was it my body telling me that marrying him was not the right decision? 

Before I met Jake I was a different person then the one staring back at me today. 

But now that I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror, I'm starting to hate the person I have become. I have become someone who lets herself be manipulated, treated like crap and never stands up for herself, because I was scared to rock the boat. 

I've become the women who begs to be loved by the person who is treating her horribly.

I have been so focused on making him happy that I have neglected myself, and what I needed to make myself happy. 

Growing up my parents made sure that my sister and I always knew how strong and powerful we are. Somewhere along the way I lost that sense of empowerment, and all I wanted was to get that feeling back.

I  used to love going on adventures. Lucy and I were constantly going on fun adventures, traveling the world and exploring different countries and cultures. 

Heck I even spent my early 20's living in Australia and England, working as a live in nanny. 

Working with children is one of the only things that truly made me feel happy and free.  Like I can be 100 percent myself.... I  feel confident and I'm not afraid of being judged when I am with children. 

I could escape from my head, the part of me that is constantly worried about people judging me. So I made it my mission to make working with children my career. 

Jake always hated that I chose to work with children as my career. I would always hear 'get a real job,' 'your job is so easy anyone could do it... I could even do it if I wanted too.' 

Every single time he would make those comments he made me feel useless and worthless. 

Did I  really want to marry someone who made me feel this way? 

If you asked me six years ago about my wedding day, I would have told you it would have been the best day of my life. 

Things at the beginning were perfect, he swept me off my feet and made me feel so loved and like I was his priority. 

Sadly things have been different ever since Jake proposed to me. His mom moved in with us when she divorced her fifth husband.  The second that she told Jake she was getting a divorce she started making statements that she couldn't be on her own and that she needed her son to take care of her. The next day Jake packed up her stuff and she moved in with us... not that I had much say as I was the one to move in with Jake. 

Over time it became evident that he was slowly choosing her over me, canceling our dates so that he could be there for his mom. 

I absolutely hated it when I was alone with her because she would make comments like, 'why are you on birth control and using condoms? Your supposed to be giving me grand babies...' meaning that she went through our garbage can in our bedroom. 

Every time I would tell Jake what she would say to me he would not believe me. After a while I wouldn't tell him, because what was the point if he wasn't going to believe me anyway. 

It was almost like he had only proposed because his mom forced him. He was not interested in any part of the wedding planning and every time I mentioned it to him he would roll his eyes or not even look at me, to busy playing his video game.

Every time he would get mad at me he would tell me he loved me a little bit less each time. He would make comments that I was stupid or dumb when I didn't understand something.

I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision by marrying him. 

Did I truly love him, or did I love the idea of getting married and starting a family? 

Everything was setup for the wedding. We had booked a hotel venue, that has a gorgeous event room that over looked the Miami waters. 

I heard a knock on the door, breaking me from my thoughts. 

I turned around in the chair I was sitting in and saw my little sister Katie and Lucy walk into the room, a nervous look on both their faces. 

"What's wrong?" I questioned as I quickly jumped up from the seat I was sitting in and rushed over to them. Fearing that something had gone wrong with the venue set up. 

Katie was in charge of making sure the tables were set just the way I had envisioned. And Lucy was the person the vendors were supposed to contact if there was something wrong. 

"We are so worried about you, you have not seemed happy the couple of years but especially the last 6 months. You are supposed to be so happy leading up to your wedding." Lucy said as she pulled me into a big hug.

"Danielle, please don't be mad at us. We did it because we love you, and you deserve to do the things that make you happy." My little sister Katie said as she walked farther into the room I was occupying holding a small white envelope in her hands.

I looked at her, curious. "What are you talking about?" 

"Just read the letter." Lucy said as she looked down, afraid to look me in my eyes. 

My eyes glanced down at the letter that was now in my hands. I looked at the address that the letter came from and it came from Monaco, which confused me even more. I didn't know anyone from Monaco. I quickly opened the letter and began to read. 

Dear Ms. Danielle Andersen, 

Thank you so much for applying for the nanny position. 

We are extremely impressed with your resume, and your experience as a live in nanny in both England and Australia. Your previous employers could not say enough good things about you. 

We look forward to welcoming you into our home and into our busy lifestyle, we believe you are the perfect fit.  

We look forward to getting to know you better, 

Kelly Piquet and Max Verstappen 

I looked up from the letter shocked, what has just happened? What had I just read? 

Max Verstappen... wasn't he the formula 1 racer? 

I didn't know much about the sport just that he was consistently winning races. 

They wanted ME to be their nanny...

Just the thought of traveling to new places made my heart jump in excitement... Something that I hadn't felt in a while. 

"Oh, Katie... Lucy" I started before pausing, trying to find the right words to say as a tear slowly started to roll down my cheek. 

My head spinning as a million different thoughts ran though my head. 

I thought about the letter I just read, and the marriage I was about to jump headfirst into... the marriage that seemed to be already falling apart at the seams. 

"Elle, I have seen you suffering in silence for years. I've seen you slowly lose your light and your beautiful smile." Lucy said as she cupped my face between her hands, using one of her thumbs to gently brush away the tear that was slowly running down my face. 

I could see her take a deep breath as Katie started speaking. 

"We miss your smile; we miss your adventurous spirit. The moment you met Jake, you have been slowly but surely losing yourself to make him shine and be happy. When has he ever put you first? When has he ever established boundaries with his mom? You spent 4 years in a relationship where all you did was put them first. For gods sake you neglected your own happiness to provide and take care of them." 

Katie took another deep breath as she pulled me into her arms for a big hug.

"Last week we were looking for nanny jobs overseas for you, and this one popped up. I quickly called Lucy and we decided that we should apply for you; we hoped you would get it. So, you could leave this place, and start over."

Tears welled in my eyes as I pulled both her and Lucy into a big group  hug. 

My wedding dress suddenly feeling a little bit tighter than when I put it on 10 minutes prior, as the nerves of what I was about to do started to get the better of me. 

"Katie, you're supposed to be the little sister, when did you get so wise?" I said as I gave her a big hug, thankful for the comfort as tears started to roll down my face. 

"I'm going to do it. I have been sacrificing my happiness for way too long. Traveling and being a nanny makes me happy. Now I just need to go tell Jake that I don't want to get married anymore." 

"I love you big sis! Now go tell Jake, I'll go tell mom and dad that the wedding is cancelled." Katie said as she gave me a big hug. "I'm so proud of you for finally choosing you, for finally doing what is going to make you happy." 

"I'll go tell the venue and the vendors that the wedding is cancelled." Added Lucy as she gave me another big hug, before making her way down to the event space. 

I picked up the glass of champagne that was sitting of the table beside me and chugged it before making my way out of the room and down the hall was to where Jake was getting ready for our wedding. 

'That's odd.' I thought as I noticed a pair of red heels right by the door of the suit, that the hotel wedding venue had given us. 

With each step I took I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I noticed things around the room. 

Looking for any sign or signal that something was not right. 

Every step I took, I could feel my heart sink as the realization started to sink in. 

The further I stepped in the room the more I noticed, there were two glasses of half drank wine sitting beside a box of untouched chocolate covered strawberry, and an opened box of condoms. 

'What the fuck?' I questioned. I could feel my body start to shake in anticipation of what I was about to see next. 

When I got to the door of bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower running, as well as the sounds of loud moans echoed through the room. 

Instantly my heart dropped, 'how could he do this to me on our wedding day?' I could feel the tears weld up in my blue eyes. 

I was not going to let him see me cry, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see me hurt. 

I took a deep breath and mustered up all the courage I could, as I reached for the door handle. 

"Elle" screamed Jake as soon as he saw me. Quickly trying to cover up the person he was having an affair with his body. 

To my surprise, the person he was having sex was my childhood friend Alexis. 

"YOU!" I screamed as I pointed at him, "How could you? And with my friend." 

"Elle, let me explain" stuttered Jake as he frantically reached around for a towel as he stepped out of the shower. 

I looked over towards Alexis and I could see her smirking at me. Just the sight of her smirking at me made my anger boiling inside of me come to a head. 

"Elle, babe. It's not my fault that you couldn't satisfy Jake sexually. I'm only giving him what you couldn't." Alexis said as she twirled soaking wet blond hair around her ring finger, the biggest smirk on her face. 

"Alexis, babe" I mimicked " a little word of advice, he's only with you because you made it easy for him. Do yourself a favour and get out now. You don't want to have to deal with him or his mother."

"And YOU, are you fucking kidding me... after everything I have put up with for you. You couldn't do the decent thing and tell me you wanted to end things instead of cheating on me with my friend. I dealt with the constant lies and manipulation from both you and your mother. I had to live with the controlling behaviours, afraid to stand up for myself.  I put up with all of that for you because I loved you. I put your happiness before my own. I stopped doing the things I love because of you. I was losing myself to make you happy. And you didn't even notice, you were too busy fucking my best friend."

Quickly I slipped off the engagement ring that had been on my ring finger for the last for two years, throwing it on the ground as I walked out of the room, my head held high so that they did not have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. 

When I got into my car the tears ran down my cheeks like a waterfall as I desperately tried to wipe them away. 

"Fuck them." I screamed out in frustration as I put my car in dive. 'I deserve better than the way he treated me. I'm going to find someone who treats me better than Jake ever did'

I quickly turned onto the highway and made my way to the apartment I had been living in for the past 3 years. 

In record time I packed up my belongings and put them into the trunk of my vehicle. Thankfully I didn't have much things at the apartment. 

I drove to my parents house to drop off my belongings, as I only planned on bringing my carryon and one suitcase. 

I was going to drive to the airport and hop on the first flight out to Monaco so I could start me new adventure. I was not going to let anything stop me from being myself and happy again. 

I could see my parents standing at the door, waiting for me when I pulled into their driveway.

"Oh Elle," my mother said as she pulled me into a big hug as soon as I stepped out of the car. "I'm so proud of you, what you did takes a lot of courage and strength." 

"Hey, it's my turn to hug her now." My dad teased as he pulled me from my mothers arms and gave me a big hug. I couldn't help but smile as a tear rolled down my cheek, there is something about a fathers embrace that makes you feel safe and loved. "I'm so proud of the women you are today. I will always be here to support you, no matter what." 

"Hey! Is it my turn yet? Elle has a plane to catch" Katie whined as she pulled me into her arms for a big hug. "Love you big sister, amazing things are about to come your way. Please promise me something... If love comes knocking on your door, please don't be afraid to answer it. I have a feeling your person is on his way to you." 

"I promise." I said giggling. 

"Here's your plane ticket." Dad said as he handed me a plane ticket. "As soon as Katie told us about the job opportunity we booked your flight." 

"But how did you know you I was going to take the job?" 

"We had faith that you would finally see what we have been seeing for the last three years. You deserve the world Elle. Fight for what you want and don't settle just because your afraid of the unknown." My father said as he pulled me close for another hug. 

"If you ever need us, please call and we will be on the first flight to you." My mother added as she gave me one last hug. 

I waved goodbye to my sister and parents and hopped into a Uber making my way to the Miami airport to start my new adventure.

Once I got to the airport I thanked the driver and made my way inside the airport my carry one and suitcases wheeled behind me. 

There was only a small crowd of people at the airport, so checking into the flight and going through security was effortless. 

Before making my way to the gate, I stopped by the Starbucks and got myself a grande ice Carmel macchiato. 

I was just about to start walking when I felt something knocking into me, causing the coffee I was holding in my arms to spill all over me. 

"Oof" I gasped out, looking down at my now coffee stained white T-shirt. 

"oh mon dieu." The handsome stranger said, as he looked down at my now stained t-shirt. 

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." 

His thick French accent catching my attention. 

I looked up at the stranger who had bumped into my me and I couldn't help but get lost in his beautiful green eyes. 

I could see a faint blush on his cheeks as he was embarrassed about knocking into me. 

"Please don't worry, it was an accident. I also wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I said smiling at the stranger hoping to make him feel better about the whole situation. 

"Anyways, I  kind of like the new look. I know I usually drink my coffee not wearing it, but I think this could be a new fashion trend." I joked trying to make this beautiful stranger laugh. 

It was music to my ears when his laugher filled the air. 

"Here, please take my sweatshirt. It's the least I can do for ruining your shirt." He said as he pulled the hoodie  over his head and held it out for me to take. 

"Oh no, really it's okay." I said as I tried to hand back the hoodie that was now in my hands. 

"Please." He begged, as he smiled at me. 

"Fine," I huffed admitting defeat as I pulled the hoodie over my head, catching a whiff of the cologne he was wearing. Damn he smelled amazing. "Thank you." 

"It's the least I could do, it looks better on you anyways." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair smiling. The movement, allowed me to see his bicep muscles that were peaking out from his white t-shirt. 

"Calling passengers on flight 130 to Italy. The plane is ready for boarding. Calling all passengers in first class to board first"  Rang through the speakers throughout the airport.

"That's me." The stranger sighed as he gave me a small smile. "Have a safe flight." 

"You too." I said as I watched him walk towards his gate. 

I couldn't help but giggle as I thought about what just happened, as I made my way to my gate. This kind of stuff happens in movies... not to normal people like me. 

                  …Charles's POV…

As I rushed to reach my gate, my mind couldn't help but drift to the beautiful brown hair, blue eyed women. 

I couldn't get the pictures of her wearing my hoodie out of my mind, the way it hung loosely on her petite body. 

The images of her smiling face engraved into my mind the moment I bumped into her spilling all her coffee on her. 

Thankfully she was drinking an ice coffee or the accident would have been more serious. 

The sound of her laugh when she joked with me about me spilling her coffee all over her. I could tell that she was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation.

As I reached the gate, slightly out of breath I could see my little brother Arthur standing at the gate waiting for me to board. 

"Bro, What took you so long?" He questioned as he saw me rush towards him a big smile on my face. "Dude, why are you smiling like that? And what the hell happened to your sweatshirt?" 

"Bro, I think I just ran into my future wife." I sighed as her adorable smile pierced through my mind. "I just wish there was some way, I could find her again." 

I quickly told him what happened as i handed the lady at the gate my passport, and boarding pass. 

"Bro, if it's meant to be you will run into her again, hopefully not making a fool of your self this time." Arthur teased as we walked towards our seats.

[fabeong]

My Dear Revyn - a letter goodbye(?)

Apparently 2am is the perfect time for my OC Ryesandeii and his hopeless crush on Revyn Sadri to take up space in my brain.

Enjoy this angsty letter, likely written right before Ryesandeii accepted Odahviing's offer of help to reach Alduin, knowing full well he might not return from the confrontation...

Quick shout-out and thank you here to the lovely @thana-topsy, @argisthebulwark, and @nejackdaw, all of whom are joys to see on my dashboard and whose writings are my current inspirations!

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My dear Revyn,

I hope I am not overstepping with such an address. Over the past months you have been a source of unending joy and warm companionship for me, and not a single journey to Windhelm has been bearable let alone complete without a visit to you.

It would be at the very least rude, and at worst unforgivable, if I did not write to warn you therefore that you may not see me for a while. Or perhaps ever again.

I have spoken little of my apparent destiny as Dragonborn, or even of the effect it has had upon my already tumultuous life. Please do not think this to be a reflection of any distrust in yourself, but rather I have up until now done a shameful amount to avoid this calling and the responsibilities it brings out of little else but sheer cowardice. Perhaps there is some logic in wishing to avoid a fate that demands I face the dragon known best as ‘World-Eater’, and yet I can no longer pretend such foibles justify allowing Skyrim and all those who dwell here to suffer a worse fate than I witnessed levelled on Helgen, so long ago now.

And so I am preparing myself to face this World-Eater. If all goes well he shall never return. Whether I shall is unclear to me. But I have run from my past and my fears for too long, and if there is even the slightest of chance that I may prevent the world from meeting a terrible end then even my meagre effort must suffice.

I hope once more that I do not overstep here, and if it is so then I beg you to cast this letter into the fire and speak no more of it. But I confess the thought of saving you above all served as a final throw of the dice that has committed me to my destined cause, because if whatever sacrifice my pitiful life provides can ensure you live in a world free from endless torment and tyranny then I shall consider it worthy. I have long considered you a dear and close friend, Revyn, and were I a braver mer I would have confessed to feelings beyond friendship. I would confess how I have searched every ruin or forgotten treasure for something that could compare to even half of your beauty, only to come up with nothing capable of it. I would confess how it has long been you that brought me back to Windhelm time and time again, diverting through that bitter cold and cobbled paths to bring you whatever spoils have come my way and indulge in your company. Truly, you are a ray of the brightest sunlight and most comforting warmth in a city with dire need of such goodness.

I can do little more but apologise for my persistent cowardice, if no longer in an apparent heroic destiny than in relationships, that I never could summon these word whilst with you. If they are not something you could accept from me then I once more implore you to cast them aside guiltlessly, and will only beg that you remember me kindly. And if somehow I do return then I promise I shall return to you, and show you the decency of hearing your reply in person.

My friend Karhjo, whom you have seen with me many a time, will return to the caravan and family he travelled with before our paths crossed. I have tasked Meeko to stay with him too, but you know as well as I by now how wilful and of independent spirit that lovable mutt is, and so who among us knows where he may roam? What little else I have remains with Winterhold.

I have not prayed in a while to anyone other than Arkay. I hope he is listening, along with every other Divine and Daedra as I pray for your health, for your family, and above all for the joy you shared so generously with one who deserved it the least.

I remain in life, death, or anywhere in-between, faithfully yours.

Ryesandeii.

***

And no, I'm not sure at which point I decided Ryesandeii's writing style is that of a Regency noble on his deathbed.

[kybelestorm]

Dynamic - Part 2

Saturdays are our lazy days. Even when there are chores to be done, it’s nice to take things slowly without any pressure. I wake up around 8 as the sunlight sneaks in through the crack in the curtains. My Dear is already awake, as always, and quietly goofing around on his phone. I snuggle closer for warmth and rub His tummy to let Him know I’m awake.

“Wanna order breakfast?”

It’s a silly luxury to get breakfast delivered, but once in a while we need to treat ourselves. I stagger out of bed long enough to grab my phone and curl back up next to Him as I pick out coffee, doughnuts and breakfast sammies. He kisses my head and rubs my back as we wait for our delivery.

The rest of the morning passes leisurely. We watch the new episode of Drag Race with breakfast, and take turns playing video games. I do a quick load of dishes while He plays Spider-Man. The kitchen is my quiet place, and as I rinse soap from the plates I replay the events from the night before. I’m still wet and beyond horny from the blowjob, and wondering exactly what time “afternoon” starts. Is 12:01 pm too literal?

I finish up the morning dishes and decide to get a shower. I want to be squeaky clean for later, so I pamper myself by taking my time under the hot water. When I emerge, skin pink and steaming, my legs are freshly shaved and smooth and I feel just a little sexier. I throw on some cute panties and a D&D t-shirt, and decide to spice things up with a pair of thigh high striped socks. (Who needs pants on the weekend?) I pause, biting my lower lip, then reach over to open the small black box next to the bed. I fish out my wrist and ankle cuffs, the pale pink ones with the soft fur lining. My heart hammering against my ribs and hands shaking slightly, I put them on, making sure that they are tight but comfortable. I take a deep breath and head back out to the living room.

“I think we’re actually going to get Carnage in this game,” He says by way of greeting. “I’m in a good spot to save if you want to play for a bit.”

“Sure.”

His eyes flick over, land on my ankles and travel up my legs slowly. “W-what’s going on?”

“Oh, you know.” I smile as his gaze meets mine. “Just giving you some ideas for later.”

“Hmm, okay.”

I have to admit it’s hard to concentrate on my game, and I die more than once thanks to my distraction. It certainly doesn’t help when He starts rubbing my leg through my sock. By the time I get up to make lunch, I barely know where I am anymore. My panties are wet from the anticipation, my cheeks feel flushed and hot. I’m not sure I even taste the burritos. When we’re done eating, I want to beg for Him to drag me into the bedroom, to ravish me in whatever way He desires. Instead, I try to exercise some self control and flop down on the sofa to watch a movie. I half-heartedly pick out some weird Italian crime thriller.

“Before that gets started, I need you to come here.” His voice is a bit lower than usual.

“What’s up?” I slide off the couch and crawl over to Him on the floor.

He pulls me in for a kiss, His tongue pushing past my lips. My hand reaches up to cup His cheek as I lean in, catching His bottom lip between my teeth. When I pull away, our eyes lock and I feel like I’m falling.

“Now, do you want to watch a movie or do you want some sexy time?” His voice is taunting me. “Your choice.”

“I…” The hesitation is because I could stay here, wrapped in His arms, kissing Him forever.

“Or I could keep teasing you all day… But you better decide quick.”

“Ugh,” I groan and steal another kiss. “But both options sound so good.”

He feigns a shrug. “Like I said, your choice. Tell me what you want.”

My whole body is pulsing with my heartbeat, my head is swimming. “I… I want you to take me to the bedroom.”

“Then you better get your ass up.”

I do as I’m told and make my way to the bedroom, tossing the comforter off the bed and hastily chucking aside some of the extra pillows. I turn just as He enters the room and reach out to wrap my arms around Him, fully expecting to resume our makeout session. Instead, He takes a step toward me and shoves me back onto the bed. I don’t have time to protest as He flips me over onto my elbows and knees; a second later, I feel His palm connect with my left ass cheek with a loud crack and I gasp. Heat floods my body. The second smack leaves me breathless. I try to get up onto my hands, but He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and pushes me down into the mattress.

My backside in the air, I’m utterly vulnerable and yet completely relaxed. The next time He spanks me a moan escapes my lips and I clutch the sheets. Am I drooling? He pulls my panties to the center and brings His open hand down on the right cheek. I feel heat and color blossom across my skin. I desperately wish I could see the lovely red handprints myself.

My Dearest leans over me and I feel his erection press against my ass. For a split second I wonder if he’s going to take me from behind right then and there, but he reaches past my head and grabs something from the black box. A moment later my wrists are fastened together with a clip and a few inches of chain. I tug at them, savoring the feeling, when I feel His hand slide inside my underwear, His fingers stroking the slippery wetness there. I moan and grind back against His touch, and when He reaches my clit I nearly explode. He circles it, teasing, and I cum hard on His hand. He doesn’t stop. The next few orgasms leave me gasping for breath, my legs shaking like jelly, my panties drenched.

He flips me over onto my back, grabs the chain and pulls my arms up over my head. A second later the panties are gone. He grabs my thighs just above the socks and pushes my legs apart; I moan as He enters me. A thumb teases my clit again and I just want to beg for Him to fuck me senseless. He reaches over, His cock pressing deeper inside me, as He returns to the box. In my dream state I hear the jangle of metal, and my stomach does a flip when I see the clamps in His hand. The feeling of them pinching my nipples makes me squirm, and once they’re on properly he gives the rose gold connecting chain a tug. I gasp at the combination of pain and bliss, and He pushes my t-shirt out of the way so He can enjoy the view.

The moment He starts fucking me is like a sudden high. The world spirals away as I look into his eyes; there is nothing else. I think I’m screaming with each thrust, I can hear the sweet jingle of metal as I pull at the restraints and my breasts bounce with our motion. I feel my pussy swell and clench.

“Ah… I wanna cum for you!”

He grunts by way of permission, and I arch against Him, my body wracked by another orgasm. My brain is white noise now, incapable of coherent thought. His breath catches, and I hear Him groan, “Shit, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Please.” One, small word is all I can manage.

He buries Himself inside me and explodes, filling me with liquid heat. I’m still riding out my last orgasm, trembling and all but crying from the overload of sensation. I feel Him relax, giving a few gentle thrusts as He leaves His load inside me. I fall apart into the pillows and try to remember how to breathe.

He reaches up, and before I can protest yanks the nipple clamps from my chest. I shriek at the sudden pain and hear Him chuckle warmly.

“I think you liked that.”

“I… think I did.” Words are very hard.

He rubs my foot and gets up to wash Himself off. As I listen to the sound of the shower, I laze in a boneless heap on the bed. I can feel the semen running out of me, cooling on my skin. My wrists and ankles are still cuffed, but that’s comforting somehow. When He comes back, He sits on the end of the bed and strokes my legs as I take the wrist cuffs off. He playfully grabs one ankle and pulls it over, but then gently unhooks the leather.

I don’t want Him to ever stop touching me.

Once I’m unbound, I snuggle close and wrap my arms around His middle with my head resting in His lap. We stay like that until I start to get goosebumps from the cold, and I kiss Him on the knee before getting up to find a snack and a glass of juice. I feel calm and at peace. He is the love of my life, my Forever Human and the missing piece of my soul. Everything else is just a bonus, but at moments like this I realize how truly lucky I am. The rest of the day passes slowly, quietly, and there is nowhere I would rather be.

[makangerous]

Fukuya Rank 5 (Temperance Confidant)

TW: addiction

You receive a text message from Fukuya.

Emi, tonight… Can you come over to my place? If not tonight, sometime soon, please. I'm not getting better. I need that sincere help of yours really badly. I'm sorry.

(His place? I should call him as soon as I have time to head over.)

You call Fukuya.

Emi, thank God you called. I'm ashamed I need to ask this of you. I need someone to stay at my house with me and watch over me until I fall asleep. I'm not asking for any kind of intimacy. Bring your homework, or video games, or whatever. You're the only one who can do me this favor. I'll text you my address.

He hangs up abruptly, before you can say anything. You pack a bag and travel to the address he sent. You ring the doorbell, and he answers.

You showed… The worst is over, Fukuya. You can make it through the night. Oh, come in. My parents aren't here. My dad's overseas for work, and my mom's at some seminar thing with my uncle. I usually have the house to myself. You can set up in the living room. I'm going to be functionally useless, so don't feel like you have to include me in your activities. All I ask is you don't let me go into my bedroom. Do NOT let me touch my chemistry set. If that happens, I WILL relapse.

>Fukuya, you're shaking.

Of course I am. That's a withdrawal symptom. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me, demanding more than I can handle. I can synthesize a near facsimile of what I need almost immediately, and that knowledge is driving me insane. It's so frustrating, when I have such a short time to go…

This is entirely my own fault. As much as I'm begging you to assist me, if you turn around and walk out the door, I understand. You see, I don't have a virus, or a disease, or anything like that. I'm recovering from an addiction. An addiction to something I created with my own two hands. You could call it an energy drink, and I naively did, but really, it's a drug.

When I discovered I could use my chemicals to punch up my coffee, I considered whether coffee was really the best medium for the energy density I needed. Back then, I had to maintain the best grades in the whole school, lead the science club, cook myself dinner, run a bunch of back-to-back tutoring sessions, and help all my friends with homework. Yeah, I used to have a lot of friends. Isn't that crazy? I was cracking under the stress of cramming all those tasks into 24 hours a day. So I got a bunch of stimulants, some of them illegally, and whipped them into a cocktail. I nicknamed it Resurr-EX. I drank it every day. For a while, my efficiency peaked. Everything felt like it took no time at all. But it took more and more Resurr-EX to maintain the same effect. Eventually, I drank so much of it in one sitting, I wound up in the hospital in excruciating pain. I had a heart attack… I almost died.

>Why didn't you ask for help?

I couldn't. I felt like if I dropped a single one of those tasks from my pile, I'd be a failure. And could you imagine what would happen if my parents found out I gave myself an addiction? Of course, you've never met them, but you can imagine. I'd never be allowed to touch chemicals again.

Since then, I've been recovering from my addiction. You're not really supposed to quit cold turkey, but… It's not like I had anyone to control my doses. And clearly, I can't trust myself. The withdrawal symptoms were godawful the first few weeks. Then they faded for a while. You got to know me during that period. But now, so close to when I calculated the finish line to be, they're worse than ever.

I know there's a simple solution to this. I should throw away my chemistry set. I already disposed of the illegal substances. But I can't bring myself to. Experimenting makes me feel more alive than anything else. I still believe I can create something useful to people. I have to.

>You already have.

Are you talking about the coffee and detergent I showed you? That's good to hear. I've considered starting a company and selling them. That's far too much of a hassle to do anytime soon, though.

Saying this aloud… I think it's renewing my resolve. I'll come up with something for us to do! I refuse to sit around and be useless, even if my own body's fighting me. Emi, do you like video games? Normally, I detest co-op, but the partner AI's so stupid in this one boss fight, I can't beat it alone. Want to give it a shot? You'll outplay my trembling fingers for sure.

You play video games with Fukuya and manage to beat the boss. After an elaborate death cutscene, you look over and see Fukuya fast asleep on the couch. You'd better get back to Leblanc…