#I'll stop thinking about it so I'm not tempted curiosity

[dilfslayer69]

Catch me voting on all the Tumblr Polls. It's honestly an addiction at this point. I just see the buttons and something takes over me, like I NEED to click it.

[en-gelic]

attention please! ⭑ 엔하이픈

syn. when they want your attention. gn. , fluff ⋆ wc 1.6k ! warnings. skinship, kisses ₊‧ଳ you give me butterflies, you know? 💭 BOOKSHELF! 𓇼

🗯 taglist : @cholexc @07sleepykatz @seunghancore (ask or comment to be added !) © en-gelic 2024.

Huffing in irritation, Lee Heeseung waved his hand in front of your face in attempt to get your attention. Holding in your smile, you listened as he entered the kitchen, angrily mumbling to himself. He was silent for a while as you held back the urge to break your act and turn to look at what he was doing. After a few more minutes, he appeared with a cocky smile plastered on his face and sitting beside you. You continued scrolling through your phone, brushing away your curiosity even as his hand moved to your leg, his fingers drawing circles on your thigh. You held your breath as he moved your body effortlessly onto his lap. Tugging your phone out of your hands, you felt his hand move to the small of your back, pulling you towards his lips, tempting you to kiss him. Noticing how you weren't going to stop acting, he moved to your neck and left a trail of kisses, stopping abruptly once he realised you were enjoying it. "Why did you stop?" You pouted, forgetting all about your prank. His lips pulled into a grin. "Only good girls get rewards."

"Baby, I'm going out, do you need anything?" Park Jongseong asked as he walked into the bathroom where you were putting on your makeup. You continued humming as you attempted to ignore him. Thinking you didn't hear him he repeated the question. Seeing your lack of response, he chuckled sardonically and sauntered out of the bathroom. The moment he left, you looked behind you, curious to know the reason behind his amusement. You heard his footsteps strolling into the bedroom as he opened your closet. "No, she doesn't need it." He said over the phone as he pulled out your Prada bag. "She's clearing out her closet so she's giving it for free." Your head snapped back as he pulled out another one of your beloved designer items. "When do you want it? We ship anytime." He made small humming sounds in agreement as you rushed out of the bathroom. Pulling the phone out of his hands, you brought it to your ear. "Sorry, we're out of business. We don't sell anymore, bye bye." As you rushed to hang up you noticed that his phone had been on the lockscreen instead of being on a call. Realising his tactic, you sheepishly handed him his phone. "Sorry." You said as he hummed in agreement, "Next time I'll really sell them if you do that again." 💭 more under the cut !

"Look at me." Sim Jaeyun whined as you bit back a grin at his irritation. You rolled over to your side as his arms followed your waist, pulling you back to him. You thought the prank wasn't going to work when he started placing kisses all over your neck and face. Surprisingly, you didn't move even though his ticklish kisses usually make you squirm. You turned to grab your phone as a form of distraction as he sighed again. He sat up as you kept your eyes glued to the phone. Pulling your head to his lap, his hands moved to your scalp, massaging your head. His massage made your fingers halt in satisfaction as you relaxed almost instantly. He continued, moving his fingers down your neck where he heard you complain the most about pain. Your eyes closed as the feeling of sleep washed over you, dozing off before you could stop yourself. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw him grinning down at you, his hands gently patting your hair. "Now do I exist?" He asks, waiting for your reply as you shot up from his lap. He pulled you down again and watched you smile up at him. You took his face in your hands and pulled him to your own, locking his lips with yours the way he continuously urged you to after watching the spiderman movie. Pushing his face back up, you watched him lean back down. Shooting up from his lap, you moved out of his reach and said a quick 'Sorry' before running out of the room; the boy following immediately demanding a longer kiss as an apology.

Silence filled the room as Park Sunghoon eyed you irritably. You had been trying to get his reaction to you ignoring him, but it had only been silence. Hours later, when you had gotten sick of being quiet you glanced at him on phone smiling to himself. "Sunghoon." You called, moving over to him and shaking his arm. "Sunghoon." You repeated waiting for his reaction. He looked up comically, turning his head around. "I wonder who's calling me." He hummed, looking down at his phone again. You called his name repetitively with no avail. Finally realising what he was looking for, you sighed and turned his head towards you. "Baby." You said, watching as he grinned, flashing his perfect teeth at you. "That's what I was looking for." "How could you backfire my prank?" You complained bitterly, letting go of his face and laying down on the couch. "That doesn't sound like a sorry." You sighed and muttered a quick apology, glancing up at him to see his reaction. "Don't I deserve more than that?" He asked again, moving to hover over you. He leaned down, hovering his lips over yours before finally pressing them together. When he pulled back, his lips were shiny with the lip gloss you had on as you held back your laughter. You didn't mention it until he gave a suitable apology to backfiring your prank, which meant his money being spent on half the Chanel store.

Finding you seated in your room you didn't look up when he bustled in, excitedly telling you about his idea for the evening which involved the both of you trying the new products he got. "Are you even listening?" Kim Sunoo asked as he shook his hand in front of your face. Noticing your lack of reaction, he smiled to himself, knowing what you were trying to do but pretending to be ignorant. He shook your shoulders a few more times until he picked you up and led you to the bathroom. You relented motionlessly and allowed him to drag you into the room. He set you up on the counter and got out the products he was mentioning before. Opening 4 packets at once, he prepared to mount them unto your face. You hadn't expected him to actually do it, seeing as he cared more about your face than you cared about your own, until he began pressing them onto your face adding moisturizing cream in between the masks like glue. After he was satisfied with his work, he got out some nail polish you left on the counter before you decided to get a manicure at the nail salon instead. He got the others that were in his reach and pressed the brushes together to create an unpleasant colour. The tip of the brush barely reached your finger before you stopped him. He pulled a fake face of irritation, teasing you. "So now you want to talk?" You beamed at his irritation, pulling him into a kiss he quickly reciprocated, forgetting about his anger. You broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Do you forgive me now?" You ask, lightly tying his hair into two pigtails so he wouldn't notice. "Fine, but only because you asked nicely." You grinned and jumped off the counter, disappearing into the room, cheekily giggling at his hair. He glanced at the mirror and pulled a face, running to follow you asking for another apology.

He had been watching you get ready, asking you questions you had no reply to, thinking you were just being quiet because you were focused. "Are you hungry?" Yang Jungwon asked as he walked behind you, his hand finding the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You fought the urge to pull a face of sadness and tell him it was a prank, but you fixed your emotions as he stood around waiting for your reply. Quietly, he took one of your hairbrushes and began brushing your hair lightly as you watched from the reflection on the mirror. You stopped applying your makeup and smiled, crumbling at his sweetness. He looked up and smiled back at you, his dimples pressing into his cheeks. "What?" He asked, confused as to why you were smiling. You turned to face him, your hands wrapping around his waist. "You're just so sweet." You squished your cheek against his chest as he reciprocated the action, patting your hair. "So are you, my love." He beamed, "What do you want to eat?" He asked, as you smiled again, the prank failing miserably.

"So this is what you're going to do?" Nishimura Riki asks you as you pretend not to see him, focusing on the dishes you were finishing. You hummed to yourself, pressing more soap from the dispenser. You felt the taller boy shift behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He stood unmovable for a while, no matter how many times you tried to shake him off. His breath was ticking your neck and collarbone as you tried not to giggle at the feeling, cursing yourself for being so ticklish. You focused on washing the utensils instead, not giving in to the boys' teasing antics. Finding that his breathing wasn't working, he resorted to an even quicker method of tickling your stomach which sent your laughter erupting through your lungs immediately. You struggled out his grasp as you regained your composure, wiping the tears off your face. Before you could say anything, he squished your face, leading your lips into a pout. He pressed his lips onto yours making the loud smacking sound you hated the most. You cringed slightly at his grin then turned your face into a fake pout. "How come it didn't work?" You whined as you turned back to the sink. "Don't question my intellect." He joked, moving over to help you finish up.

[muiitoloko]

hi! Could you write something for Frank but with a younger reader? Something fluffy and cute 🙈(and maybe with some smutt👀) where the reader is a baker (Frank having a seweet tooth🥰) , I find it very interesting and cute when the professions are so opposite/diferent 💫🙈

Ty!!! 💖✨

Title: The Sweetest Mission

Summary: A lieutenant general's routine is upended by the warmth and love he finds at a local bakery.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Hey there! That sounds like an adorable idea. Thanks for the sweet suggestion! 🥰💫

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Frank Benson drove to headquarters silently, as he did every day. His eyes were always alert, scanning the streets and keeping an eye on everything around him. The gun on his waist was a familiar weight, and his military uniform was impeccable, a testament to his disciplined nature. Frank straightened the tie around his neck, and that was when he saw it—A small, pink, and cute bakery that seemed new, and the sight of the delicacies in the window made Frank's stomach growl.

Checking the clock on his dashboard, Frank saw that it was still early. He would arrive on time even with a quick stop. Deciding to indulge his sweet tooth, he parked the car and walked toward the bakery. The bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and the warm, sugary aroma enveloped him.

You were behind the counter, arranging a tray of freshly baked pastries. The sight of Frank in his military uniform caught your attention, and you couldn't help but smile. With a playful glint in your eyes, you greeted him cheerfully.

"Good morning, sir! Are you here to confiscate our delicious merchandise?" you joked, your voice light and teasing.

Frank's stern expression softened slightly, a hint of amusement in his hazel eyes. "Good morning," he replied, his baritone voice steady. "I assure you, I'm here purely in a personal capacity."

You chuckled, appreciating his dry humor. "Well, in that case, welcome to Sweet Haven Bakery. What can I get for you today?"

Frank glanced at the display, his eyes lingering on the assortment of pastries, cakes, and cookies. His stomach growled again, louder this time, and he felt a small pang of embarrassment.

You noticed and smiled warmly. "Everything looks tempting, doesn't it? We have fresh croissants, éclairs, and some very popular cinnamon rolls."

Frank nodded, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips. "I'll take a cinnamon roll and a black coffee, please."

As you prepared his order, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between Frank's stoic demeanor and his obvious delight at the prospect of a sweet treat. "You know," you said conversationally, "we get all kinds of customers here, but I think you're our first military officer. Are you stationed nearby?"

Frank accepted the coffee and cinnamon roll, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your cheerful demeanor and the playful sparkle in your eyes. It was second nature for him, as a soldier, to be suspicious of everything and everyone. He read your name on the badge—[Your Name]—and analyzed the situation, questioning silently why you were asking him questions. Was it simple curiosity, or was there something more?

You noticed the suspicious gleam in the older man's eyes and smiled slightly, deciding to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, I'm not a Russian spy if that's what you're thinking," you joked, your tone warm and teasing.

Frank's expression softened a fraction, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Good to know," he replied dryly. "Though I suppose a bakery would be an excellent cover."

You chuckled, appreciating his dry humor. "We do our best to remain inconspicuous. So, are you stationed nearby, or just passing through?"

Frank took a sip of his coffee, considering his response. "I'm stationed not too far from here," he said finally, his tone measured. "Headquarters is about a twenty-minute drive."

"Ah, I see," you replied, nodding. "Must be a demanding job. How do you find time to enjoy the simple pleasures, like a cinnamon roll and coffee?"

Frank looked at you, his eyes thoughtful. "It can be challenging," he admitted. "But sometimes, taking a moment to enjoy the little things is necessary. Helps to keep a sense of normalcy."

You smiled warmly, appreciating the glimpse into his life. "I couldn't agree more. Life can get hectic, and it's important to find those moments of peace. And speaking of peace, I hope you enjoy that cinnamon roll. It's one of our specialties, sir...?"

Frank took a bite, savoring the sweet, buttery pastry. He nodded in approval. "Lieutenant General Frank Benson, and it's excellent," he said, his tone sincere. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, pleased by his compliment. "If you ever need a break from the chaos, feel free to stop by. Sweet Haven Bakery is always here to provide a bit of comfort."

Frank looked at you, his hazel eyes softening with warmth. Before he could respond, the doorbell tinkled again. You turned your attention to the new customer entering the bakery. "Good morning, Mr. Hart," you greeted warmly, your smile widening. "How are you today?"

The man, dressed impeccably in a suit and leaning on an elegant umbrella, nodded politely. "Good morning, [Your Name]," he replied, his tone polite and reserved.

Frank observed the interaction, his curiosity piqued by the respect and familiarity you showed toward Mr. Hart. The newcomer acknowledged Frank with a courteous nod, and Frank returned the gesture with a slight wave. With a final, appreciative look at you, Frank took his coffee and cinnamon roll and made his way back to his car.

As he settled into the driver's seat, he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. He took another bite of the cinnamon roll, savoring the sweet, buttery flavor. "Damn," he muttered, a hint of regret in his voice. "Should have bought another one."

Driving through the streets, Frank reflected on the brief but pleasant encounter. The warmth and lightheartedness you brought to the conversation had been a welcome change from the stern and disciplined environment he was accustomed to. There was something comforting about the way you interacted with him, a sense of normalcy that he hadn't realized he missed.

Arriving at headquarters, Frank parked his car and finished his coffee. He straightened his tie and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the day's responsibilities. The fleeting moment of indulgence at the bakery had given him a small but meaningful boost, reminding him of the importance of finding balance amidst the demands of his role.

As he walked through the halls of the military headquarters, his thoughts drifted back to you and the small, pink bakery. He made a mental note to stop by again soon, perhaps even making it a regular part of his routine. After all, everyone needed a little sweetness in their lives, even a seasoned military officer like himself.

Later that day, during a break between meetings, Frank found himself thinking about the brief conversation he'd had with you. There was a genuine warmth and sincerity in your demeanor that had left an impression on him. It was a stark contrast to the often cold and calculated interactions he had within the military.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he had enjoyed the encounter. Perhaps, he mused, there was something to be said for taking a moment to connect with people outside of his professional sphere. It was a small reminder of the world beyond his uniform, a world filled with simple pleasures and genuine human connections.

As the day came to a close and Frank prepared to leave the office, he felt a sense of anticipation. Tomorrow, he decided, he would stop by the bakery again. And this time, he would buy two cinnamon rolls.

The next morning, Frank moved through his routine with military precision. He dressed in his impeccable uniform, the fabric pressed to perfection, and the shine on his shoes reflecting his disciplined nature. However, this morning held a sense of anticipation as he added a new stop to his routine: Sweet Haven Bakery.

As he approached the bakery, the soft pink exterior and inviting aroma of freshly baked goods brought a faint smile to his lips. The bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and he found himself scanning the room for you. There you were, behind the counter, arranging a tray of pastries with the same cheerful demeanor that had left an impression on him the previous day.

"Good morning, [Your Name]," Frank greeted, his baritone voice warm and steady. "I'm back for another cinnamon roll and a black coffee."

You looked up, your eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure at seeing him again. "Good morning, Lieutenant General Benson," you replied, your voice teasing. "Back for more of our delicious merchandise?"

Frank chuckled softly, a rare sound that surprised even him. "Indeed. Your cinnamon roll was too good to resist."

You began preparing his order, the familiarity of the routine bringing a sense of comfort. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. We aim to please here at Sweet Haven Bakery."

As you handed him the coffee and the cinnamon roll, Frank felt a sense of warmth that had been absent from his life for far too long. He looked at you, taking in your cheerful smile and the way your eyes sparkled with kindness. "You seem to enjoy your work here," he observed, his tone conversational.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I do. There's something wonderful about creating something that brings joy to others. Plus, I get to meet interesting people like you."

Frank's heart skipped a beat at your words. It had been years since he had felt such a connection with someone, and he found himself drawn to your warmth and sincerity. "It's a nice change from the usual routine," he admitted. "I suppose everyone needs a little sweetness in their life."

You chuckled softly, appreciating the sentiment. "Absolutely. And speaking of sweetness, would you like to try something new today? We have a fresh batch of éclairs that just came out of the oven."

Frank hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect. "Why not? I'll take one of those as well."

As you prepared the éclair, you couldn't help but notice the way Frank's eyes lingered on you, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in his gaze. It was clear that beneath his stern exterior, there was a kind and thoughtful man who had been through a lot.

"Here you go," you said, handing him the éclair with a smile. "I hope you enjoy it."

Frank accepted the pastry, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Thank you, [Your Name]," he said softly. "I appreciate it."

As he took a bite of the éclair, the rich, creamy filling and delicate pastry melting in his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a small sound of approval. "This is excellent," he remarked, his eyes meeting yours. "You have a real talent."

You blushed slightly, pleased by his compliment. "Thank you, Lieutenant General. That means a lot coming from you."

Frank took another sip of his coffee, savoring the moment. "Please, call me Frank," he said, his tone gentle. "There's no need for formalities here."

You smiled, nodding. "Alright, Frank. I'm glad you're enjoying the pastries. It's always nice to see someone appreciate the little things in life."

Frank felt a warmth spreading through him, a sense of connection that he hadn't felt in years. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let someone in. The memory of his ex-wife and the years of loneliness that had followed their separation weighed heavily on him, but here, in this small bakery, he felt a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you, [Your Name]," he said sincerely. "You've made my morning a little brighter."

You beamed at him, your smile infectious. "That's what we're here for. Don't be a stranger, Frank. Sweet Haven Bakery is always open for you."

As Frank left the bakery, the scent of fresh pastries lingering in the air, he felt a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. The warmth and kindness you had shown him were a reminder that even in the midst of his disciplined, regimented life, there was room for simple pleasures and genuine human connections.

Driving to headquarters, Frank couldn't help but replay the morning's encounter in his mind. He found himself looking forward to his next visit to Sweet Haven Bakery, and the thought of seeing you again brought a rare smile to his face. It was a small step, but it felt like the beginning of something new, something that brought a sense of warmth and hope back into his life.

As he parked his car and prepared to face the day's responsibilities, Frank felt a renewed sense of determination. He had found a small oasis of comfort and connection in an unexpected place, and he was determined to hold on to it. With thoughts of you and the bakery lingering in his mind, he walked through the halls of headquarters with a lighter heart and a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold.

Days turned into weeks, and Frank Benson became a familiar face at Sweet Haven Bakery. He started visiting twice a day—once in the morning for his usual coffee and cinnamon roll and again in the evening, just before closing, for a brief respite from the demands of his role. The bakery became a sanctuary for him, a place where the rigid discipline of military life could melt away in the warmth of freshly baked goods and friendly conversation.

You noticed his regular visits, and a genuine friendship began to blossom between you two. Frank admired your work ethic and the way you handled your growing business with grace and intelligence. The bakery's success was evident as you hired more employees, yet you remained as down-to-earth and approachable as ever.

One evening, as Frank entered the bakery, the bell above the door tinkled, and you looked up with a bright smile. "Good evening, Frank. Back for your second dose of sweetness?"

Frank chuckled, his hazel eyes twinkling. "You know me too well, [Your Name]. I can't seem to stay away from this place."

You prepared his usual order, chatting amicably as you did. "How was your day? Anything exciting happening at headquarters?"

Frank leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. "Same old, same old. Meetings, briefings, and more meetings. Your bakery is the highlight of my day, to be honest."

You blushed slightly, appreciating the compliment. "I'm glad we can provide some comfort. We do our best to create a welcoming atmosphere."

As you handed him his coffee and pastry, Frank's fingers brushed against yours, sending a familiar jolt through him. He found himself increasingly captivated by you—your intelligence, your warmth, and your beauty. He scolded himself for these thoughts, reminding himself of the age difference. You were young enough to be his daughter, yet he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed or how your hair framed your face perfectly.

Frank took a sip of his coffee, trying to shake off his thoughts. "You really have a talent for this, [Your Name]. The bakery is always bustling, and your pastries are top-notch."

You smiled warmly, leaning slightly on the counter. "Thank you, Frank. It means a lot coming from you. You've become a part of our little community here."

The connection between you two deepened with each passing day. Frank found himself drawn to your conversations, the way you spoke passionately about your work, and the genuine care you showed for your customers. He noticed the small things, like the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear or the delicate curve of your neck.

One evening, as the bakery was closing, Frank lingered a bit longer than usual. The last customer had left, and you were tidying up the counter. Frank watched you, his heart beating a little faster. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it. You were so vibrant, so full of life, and he was increasingly finding it difficult to keep his feelings in check.

"[Your Name]," Frank began, his voice low and filled with a mix of emotions, "I want you to know that coming here has been more than just about the pastries. Your company... it means a lot to me."

You looked up, surprised by the intensity in his voice. "Frank, I feel the same way. You've become a good friend. I enjoy our conversations and your visits."

Frank fell silent upon hearing you call him a friend. The word struck him more deeply than he had anticipated, and he didn't understand why he felt so disappointed by it. He had grown to cherish your company, and perhaps he had hoped for something more, even if he knew it was unlikely. Silently berating himself for his foolish thoughts, he stood up from where he was sitting at the counter. Straightening his uniform, he asked stoically, "Would you like a ride home?"

You looked up at him, surprised by the offer. "That's very kind of you, Frank, but you don't have to go out of your way."

"It's no trouble at all," he insisted, his tone firm but gentle. "I insist."

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, you nodded. "Alright, thank you. I appreciate it."

Frank waited as you gathered your things and locked up the bakery. The drive to your home was quiet at first, the hum of the car engine filling the silence. Frank glanced at you from time to time, noticing the way the streetlights cast a soft glow on your face. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his disciplined nature battling with the growing affection he felt for you.

As you neared your home, Frank finally broke the silence. "You know, I've been coming to your bakery for weeks now, and I feel like I know you quite well. But there's still so much I don't know."

You turned to look at him, curiosity in your eyes. "Like what?"

"Like what drives you," Frank said, his voice thoughtful. "What makes you happy, what you dream about. I see the passion you have for your work, but I want to know more about the person behind it."

Your heart fluttered at his words, touched by his genuine interest. "Well, I love baking because it brings joy to people. There's something magical about creating something with your own hands and seeing it make someone else's day better. As for dreams, I suppose I just want to continue growing the bakery and maybe... finding someone to share my life with."

Frank felt a pang of longing at your words, a desire he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge fully. He pulled up in front of your house and turned off the engine, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "You deserve to be happy, [Your Name]. Anyone would be lucky to share their life with you."

You smiled softly, the warmth in his words wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Frank's gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "I should let you get inside. It's late."

You nodded, looking out the window before turning back to Frank with a playful smile. "Well, my neighbors will definitely have something to talk about now. Being dropped off by such a fancy car," you joked.

Frank suppressed a smile, maintaining his stoic demeanor. "Let them talk," he replied, his voice steady. "I doubt they have anything more interesting to discuss."

Your smile widened, and on an impulse, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. Frank's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare break in his composed exterior. He cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his usual authoritative presence.

"Thank you for the ride, Frank," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "It means a lot to me."

Frank nodded, his voice a little rougher than usual. "You're welcome, [Your Name]. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. You found yourself drawn to his warmth and strength, a surprising contrast to his usually stern exterior. "You know, Frank," you began, your voice low and sincere, "you're not as intimidating as you think. There's a kind heart under all that discipline."

Frank's gaze softened, his hazel eyes searching yours. "Discipline has its place," he said quietly, "but it doesn't mean I don't feel. I just... don't always know how to express it."

You reached out, your hand lightly touching his. "Maybe you don't have to express it with words," you suggested, your tone gentle.

Frank's breath hitched slightly at the touch, his eyes darkening with a mix of emotions. "You're very perceptive," he murmured, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "It's been a long time since anyone has seen past the uniform."

You leaned in closer, your lips inches from his. "Maybe it's time you let someone in," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Frank's resolve wavered, his disciplined exterior cracking just enough for you to see the man beneath. He reached up, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of warning and desire.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like a bit of danger," you replied, your voice a seductive purr.

Frank's control finally snapped. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and intense. The heat between you was undeniable, a rush of emotions and desire that left you both breathless.

When you finally pulled back, Frank's eyes were dark with passion, his breathing ragged. "I've been alone for a long time," he admitted, his voice raw. "I don't know if I can give you what you deserve."

You shook your head, your fingers brushing his lips. "Just be yourself, Frank. That's all I need."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I'll try," he promised, his voice steadying. "For you, I'll try."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had let down his guard just for you. "That's all I ask," you said softly, leaning in for another kiss.

As you pulled back, you saw the genuine warmth and gratitude in Frank's eyes. "Goodnight, [Your Name]," he said, his voice tender.

"Goodnight, Frank," you replied, stepping out of the car and walking towards your building, your heart light with hope and excitement for what the future might hold.

Frank watched you until you disappeared inside, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He had taken the first step towards opening his heart again, and it felt both exhilarating and terrifying. As he drove away, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of something new and beautiful.

The weeks turned into months, and the relationship between you and Frank deepened. Your daily routine began to include not just the familiar comfort of your bakery but also the cherished moments you spent with Frank. He courted you in a manner reminiscent of an old-fashioned British gentleman, his approach both endearing and slightly amusing to you.

Frank was always the picture of decorum, his military training evident in every gesture. He would arrive at your bakery with a bouquet of fresh flowers, his hazel eyes lighting up with warmth as he presented them to you. "For you, my dear," he would say in his baritone voice, his tone both tender and formal. It was a small ritual that never failed to make your heart flutter.

You found his adherence to rules and propriety charming, even if it occasionally made you laugh. Frank was resolute in his refusal to kiss in public, a stance that both enchanted and frustrated you. "There are some things best kept private," he would insist, his tone firm but his eyes soft with affection.

One evening, after the bakery had closed, Frank invited you to his home for dinner. He had prepared a meal with the same meticulous care he applied to everything in his life. The table was set perfectly, and the food was delicious. As you sat together, the conversation flowed easily, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

"You're quite the cook," you teased, taking a sip of the fine wine he had selected. "Is there anything you can't do?"

Frank chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I have my talents," he replied, a twinkle in his eye. "But I must admit, I'm rather impressed with your baking skills. You've turned that little bakery into something truly special."

You smiled, feeling a rush of pride and warmth. "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot coming from you."

After dinner, as you moved to the living room, the atmosphere shifted. There was a tension in the air, a sense of anticipation that neither of you could ignore. Frank took your hand, his touch gentle but firm. "I've enjoyed our time together immensely," he said softly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. "You bring a light into my life that I didn't realize I was missing."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened as the passion between you ignited. Frank's hands cupped your face, his touch both possessive and reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.

The intensity of the kiss left you both breathless, and as you pulled back, you saw the raw desire in Frank's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, your own desire mirrored in your gaze. "So have I."

As the weeks went by, your relationship with Frank grew more intimate. You found yourself falling for the man beneath the uniform, the one who reserved his sweetest and gentlest moments just for you. Yet, there was a part of you that longed for more, that wanted to break through the barriers of his discipline and propriety.

One evening, after another dinner at his place, you found yourself unable to resist the urge any longer. Frank was in his kitchen, preparing dessert, when you slipped up behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against his broad back.

Frank felt a warmth spread through him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He wasn't wearing his usual military uniform today, opting instead for a casual outfit that consisted of a well-fitted button-down shirt and dark jeans. The gun strapped to his waist was a reminder of the responsibilities he carried, but tonight, he was determined to focus solely on you.

He paused his dessert preparations, placing the utensils down and leaning back into your embrace. The feel of your body pressed against his back sent a shiver down his spine. He turned his head slightly, catching your eye with a tender smile.

"You know, you make it very hard to concentrate on anything else," Frank said, his baritone voice filled with warmth.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the outline of his belt. "Maybe that's the idea," you replied, your voice a seductive whisper.

Frank turned around to face you, his hazel eyes darkening with desire. He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm. "You've been a distraction ever since I met you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, passionate kiss. Frank responded eagerly, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as the desire between you intensified.

Breaking the kiss, you gazed up at him, your eyes filled with longing. "Frank," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you."

Frank's eyes darkened even further, his breath hitching at your words. "You have no idea how much I want you too," he replied, his voice a rough growl.

With a swift, practiced motion, he unstrapped the gun from his waist, setting it aside on the counter. He then lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the edge of the counter. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that made your heart race.

"You drive me crazy," Frank murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer. "Show me," you whispered, your voice a sultry invitation.

Frank's hands slid under your shirt, his touch igniting a fire within you. He trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path in their wake. As he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, you gasped, your body arching towards him.

Frank pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to make you feel good."

You nodded, unable to find your voice, your desire for him overwhelming. Frank's hands moved with deliberate precision, his touch both firm and gentle. He leaned in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as he continued to explore your body.

But Frank suddenly stopped, his breath ragged and his eyes dark with desire. With a surprising tenderness, he pulled you off the counter, and you clung to him as he carried you towards his bedroom. This was the first time you had been in his private sanctuary, and as he placed you gently on the bed, you took advantage of the break to look around.

The room was a reflection of Frank himself: impeccably tidy, everything in its place. The bed was perfectly made, the surfaces clear and organized. It made you smile, seeing this side of him so clearly manifested in his living space. Frank observed your reaction, a small, shy smile playing on his lips.

When you turned your attention back to him, he hesitated, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I can wait if you want to wait. I don't want to rush you."

You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I want you, Frank," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "I want to feel my lieutenant general inside me."

Frank's eyes darkened with lust at your words. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "My baker, you're making it hard to control myself," he murmured against your lips, his voice a rough growl.

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him. "Then don't control yourself," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "I want you to take me, Frank. Make me yours."

Frank’s hands roamed over your body, his touch both firm and gentle. He kissed a trail down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path in their wake. "You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this," he said, his voice trembling with desire.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Show me, Frank," you urged. "Show me how much you want me."

Frank's breath hitched as he reached out to undress you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your denim shorts. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes darkening with lust as your pink cotton panties came into view. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight before him, the contrast of the soft fabric against your skin making his heart race.

You noticed his lingering gaze and decided to tease him a little. "Do you like them, Frank?" you asked, your voice playful and sultry. "You can keep them if you want, but I don't think they'll fit you."

Frank's grip on your thigh tightened, his hazel eyes blazing with desire. "You're so naughty sometimes," he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

He held your legs open for him, his hands firm yet gentle, and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Frank leaned down and pressed a kiss to your pussy through your panties, the fabric dampening with your arousal. The sensation made you moan, your back arching into him.

"Frank, please," you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

Frank focused on the sounds you made, each moan and gasp fueling his desire. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, and he was determined to make you feel good, to show you just how much he wanted you. He nuzzled his face against your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit through the thin fabric, making you shudder with pleasure.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I want to make you feel incredible."

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. "Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your bare skin.

You whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as Frank's tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along your folds. He licked and sucked, his movements unhurried, savoring every moment. The feel of his warm, wet tongue against your most sensitive areas made you cry out, your body trembling with need.

Frank's hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you open for him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, and you gasped, your hips bucking against his face.

"That's it, baby," Frank encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

You moaned louder, your body writhing under his expert touch. Frank's tongue moved with practiced precision, his years of discipline and control evident in the way he brought you closer and closer to the edge. He alternated between gentle licks and firm sucks, his mouth working you over until you were panting, desperate for release.

"Frank, I'm so close," you whimpered, your voice a high-pitched plea.

Frank groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you and pushing you even closer to the brink. "Come for me," he growled, his voice commanding yet tender.

His words were your undoing. With a final cry, you came, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Frank didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, prolonging your orgasm and driving you wild with sensation.

As you came down from your high, Frank pulled back slightly, his face glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you, his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

You smiled weakly, your body still trembling with aftershocks. "Frank, that was incredible," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Frank stood up, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with promise.

You shivered with anticipation, your desire for him reigniting with a vengeance. "Then don't stop," you whispered back, your voice breathless. "Show me what else you've got."

Frank's eyes darkened with renewed lust as he slowly stood up, the tension in the room palpable. You watched, your breath hitching, as he undid his belt. However, he hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Instead of continuing, he turned away, walking over to the light switch and plunging the room into darkness.

You were a little surprised, but you understood. Frank's self-consciousness about his body was something you had noticed, but it didn't change the way you felt about him. His vulnerability only made him more endearing to you.

"Frank," you called softly, your voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "You don't have to hide from me. I want you just as you are."

There was a moment of silence before Frank returned to the bed, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, yet intense kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a renewed urgency.

"I need you, [Your Name]," he murmured against your lips, his voice a low, rough whisper. "I need to feel you, all of you."

You reached out, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the slight softness that came with age. "You're perfect to me, Frank," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "I want all of you."

Frank groaned softly, his hands trembling slightly as he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, his body pressing against yours, the heat of his desire evident in every touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn beautiful."

You smiled in the darkness, your fingers trailing down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. "Show me how much you want me, Frank," you urged, your voice a sultry whisper. "Make me yours."

Frank's breath hitched at your words, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping you firmly. He positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds. The sensation made you moan softly, your body arching towards him in anticipation.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" Frank whispered, his voice rough with desire. "How much I want to be inside you?"

"Yes," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please, Frank. I need you."

With a deep, throaty groan, Frank slowly pushed into you, the thickness of his cock stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the sensation, your body shuddering with pleasure. He moved with a deliberate, steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust deeper.

You moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The darkness seemed to amplify every sensation, the feel of his body against yours, the sound of his ragged breathing, the way his cock filled you completely.

"Frank," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Frank didn't respond with words, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck. He pulled your shirt over your head with a sense of urgency, his fingers fumbling slightly with your bra clasp before finally freeing your breasts. He cupped one in his hand, kneading it gently and teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"You're perfect," he muttered against your skin, his baritone voice rough with desire.

You moaned in response, the sensation of his hands on your body sending waves of pleasure through you. Despite the intensity of the moment, you couldn't help but notice the unusual silence from Frank. He was a quiet man, yes, but this level of silence during sex was new to you. It was almost as if he was holding back, afraid to let go completely.

"Frank," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want to hear you. I want to know how much you want me."

When Frank didn’t respond again, you decided it was time to take control. Gathering your resolve, you turned him around on the bed and straddled him, catching him off guard. Even though you couldn't see his expression in the dark, you could feel the tension in his body. You were determined to make him loosen up, to break through the barriers he had built around himself.

You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, the sensation of him filling you completely sending shivers down your spine. You moved slowly at first, savoring the way he stretched you, but as you felt his hands grip your hips, you knew he wanted more.

"Frank," you whispered, your voice a sultry purr, "I want you to let go. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

You began to ride him, your movements steady and controlled, your hips rolling in a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath. Frank's hands tightened on your hips, his grip almost painful in its intensity. You could feel him holding back, his body tense beneath you.

"Come on, Lieutenant General," you teased, your voice low and seductive. "Let me hear you. Show me how much you want this."

You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock with a sense of urgency that matched your desire. Each thrust drove you closer to the edge, your moans filling the room as you rode him harder. Frank's breathing grew ragged, his control slipping as you pushed him to his limits.

"Fuck, Frank," you gasped, your nails digging into his chest. "You feel so good inside me. You're so big, so perfect. I want you to come with me."

Frank's hands moved to your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as you rode him. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, making you cry out. "That's it," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. "Just like that. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you lose control."

Frank groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as he thrust up into you, meeting your movements with a newfound urgency. "God, [Your Name]," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're driving me crazy."

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as you continued to ride him. "Come for me, Frank," you whispered against his lips. "Let go. I want to feel you come inside me."

Frank's control finally snapped. With a growl, he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting up into you with a force that left you breathless. The intensity of his movements pushed you over the edge, and you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure.

Frank followed you moments later, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, his groans filling the room. You collapsed against him, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you.

Frank's hands moved to your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You're incredible."

You smiled against his chest, feeling a warmth spread through you. "So are you, Frank," you murmured. "You just needed to let go."

Frank chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. "I think I can get used to this," he admitted, his tone tender.

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze in the dim light. "Good," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

Frank smiled, his eyes softening with warmth. "Neither am I."

As you lay together in the darkness, the bond between you strengthened by the shared intimacy, you felt a sense of peace and contentment. You had found something special with Frank, something worth holding onto. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

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Tell Me Lies S2 (Oliver x Reader)

Summary: You're a student, and one of your professor's has the hots for you. He is married, but the two of you enjoy the thrill of the situation. He loves his wife, but he is very intrigued by you. You're just a lonely college student unsatisfied with college boys. The two of you started off with innocent flirting until you both wanted more. Now it's become a secret rendezvous here and there to fulfill needs.

A/N: I absolutely do NOT encourage this type of deal at all. However, Tell Me Lies season 2 has me in a choke hold and I fucking love Tom Ellis and his character Oliver is tempting asf. Hate me later. Enjoy the filth!!

You are sitting outside of your couselor's office waiting to discuss a schedule change when you see Oliver coming down the hall. He's quite handsome, and you try not to seem bothered by his presence. His wife is your professor also.

"Hi." You say, looking up at Oliver. A small smile forms on your face as he walks closer. You can smell his cologne, and it instantly drives you insane. You're fighting to keep that poker face to not let on how much he affects you.

Oliver smiles at you as he approaches, his eyes taking in your appearance for a moment before speaking. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, his voice smooth and calm. He stops a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall casually.

"I'm well. How are you?" You ask trying not to look at him too much, but also not trying to seem awkward either.

Oliver chuckles, noticing your attempt to not look at him too much. "I'm doing alright. I'm just getting some work done." *He says, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a hint of amusement in his expression as he watches you try to keep your cool. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My advisor has office hours. I need to drop a class." You say not making eye contact because it was his wife's class you were dropping. Things were way too weird for you right now with what was going on between you and her husband.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He glances at the door to your advisor's office before looking back at you. "I see. And which class are you dropping?" He asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something else. Maybe he's interested in the fact that you could be dropping his wife's class.

"I think you already know which one." You say. "I--Yeah, it's way too awkward. And this thing we're doing is still new. All the flirty shit." You finally look up at him.

Oliver's eyes widen slightly as you mention the "thing" between you and his wife. He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah, so you're dropping her class because of...us?" He asks, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I have to. I'm bombing that class miserably right now, and I'm very distracted."

Oliver smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. "Distracted, huh? I can see why. My wife can be quite...distracting." *He says, his voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Dont be a cheeky bastard." You shoot back to him.

Oliver laughs, clearly enjoying the banter between you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you." He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you have to admit, it's a little bit fun, isn't it?"

"It is thriling and fun. That's why I haven't stopped you." It was your turn to smirk now.

Oliver's eyes darken further as he sees the smirk on your face. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You like the thrill, huh? The danger of it all?" He asks, his gaze locked on yours.

"Yeah. I do." You chuckle. "I would rather enjoy it more if i didn't see your wife every day. Nothing against her. It's just weird for me."

Oliver nods in understanding, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "I know, I know. It's not exactly ideal. But you have to admit, the secrecy and the sneaking around adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?"

"It does." You say. "So we'll meet up later? Are you still house sitting for friends?"

Oliver grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm still house sitting. And yes, we'll definitely meet up later. I can't wait to see you again." He says, his voice low and sultry.

"I'll see you later." You say giving him a smile.

Oliver returns your smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns to leave. As he walks away, he glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

Later that evening, after leaving the dining hall, you send a quick text to Oliver and hurry back to your dorm to pack a small overnight bag.

Oliver receives your text and grins, quickly replying with an address and a time. He then spends the rest of the evening preparing for your arrival, making sure the house is clean and comfortable for you both.

You arrive at the location and text Oliver to meet you at the side door. You slip inside unseen, and you parked a street over just in case.

Oliver quickly responds to your text and meets you at the side door, ushering you inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it, making sure that you're both alone. "You made it," he says, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Oliver takes your bag from you and sets it down on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking about you too."

Oliver grins, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about, hm?" He asks, his face inches from yours.

"Naughty stuff, mostly." You smile.

Oliver chuckles, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "I like the sound of that. Care to share any specifics?" He asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you."

Oliver's eyes darken at your words, his desire for you growing stronger. He doesn't waste any time, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "You're a temptress, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough as he lays you down on the bed.

"Says the man who seduced me?" You quirk a brow.

Oliver grins, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. "Touché. But I can't help myself when it comes to you. You're too damn irresistible." He says, his hands roaming over your body.

His hands on your body drive you insane. It's forbidden, which makes it feel even better. And this is your little secret.

Oliver can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own. He leans down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan against his lips as he presses further against you. Your lips move against his just as passionately.

Oliver groans in response to your moan, his body responding to the sound. He presses himself against you, his arousal evident as he continues to kiss you. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head.

You lift your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your lips connect with his again in a fiery kiss.

Oliver tosses your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your bare torso. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to kiss and nibble on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

You push against his chest to make space so that you can turn around, your back to him as you assume the postion that you both like so much.

Oliver grins as you turn around, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you. He moves closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You know exactly what I like, don't you?" He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yeah, mostly the stuff you shouldn't have." You tease.

Oliver chuckles, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mmm, you're such a bad girl. Teasing me like this." He says, his voice low and husky as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"No, what's bad is you getting me worked up in your office right before i have to go to your wife's class. Now that's pure evil."

Oliver grins against your skin, his hands continuing to explore your body. He moves one hand down to your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.* "You know I can't resist you, especially when you're sitting right in front of me. And you looked so damn good today in that skirt."

"I wore that skirt for me today, not you." You smirk.

Oliver chuckles, his hand moving lower until it's resting on your hip. He squeezes it gently, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh really? You didn't wear it just to drive me crazy?" He asks, his tone playful but with a hint of possessiveness.

"No, I didn't. In case you havent noticed skirts are my signature clothing. Only thing that changes is the length."

Oliver groans at your words, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, his touch teasing. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He says, his voice strained with desire.

You rub your ass against him as he slides his finger under your skirt and into your panties. Your breath hitches.

Oliver groans again, his fingers slipping deeper into your panties as you rub against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours. "You're so wet," *he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds.

"Tends to happen when a fine ass professor starts hitting on you." You grin.

Oliver chuckles, his fingers continuing to explore your folds. He presses his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in class," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"See that doesnt help my case either. Being in your class as well as hers. The anxiety is killing me. That and guilt." You say rubbing your ass against him again.

Oliver groans again, his hips bucking against you involuntarily. He bites down on your neck, trying to control himself. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. You're so damn irresistible, and you're right here in front of me." He says, his fingers moving faster against your folds.

"Am I the only student you've done this with, or we're there others?" You ask.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his fingers stilling against you. He takes a deep breath before answering. "You're the only one," he says, his voice low and serious. "I've never done anything like this before. You're special to me."

"So you never had the balls to actually do it until now?"

Oliver chuckles softly, his fingers resuming their movements. "Something like that. I've thought about it before, but I never acted on it until I met you. There's just something about you that drives me crazy.

"It's the illusion of being innocent, isn't it?"

Oliver nods, his fingers slipping inside you as he continues to talk. "Yeah, that's part of it. You have this innocent, sweet demeanor, but I know there's a wild side to you. And it drives me wild."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea." You say.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving faster inside you as he speaks. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'd love to find out more." He says, his free hand gripping your hip tightly.

"I have just one curiosity, though."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his fingers still moving inside you as he looks at you. "And what's that?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and desire.

"You said you love your wife and would never leave her, yet you're here with me. So what's it about her that makes you end up here?"

Oliver's expression becomes a mix of guilt and conflict. "It's complicated," he says, his fingers slowing down as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I do love my wife, more than anything. But sometimes, I feel like she doesn't understand me the way you do. And being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You make me feel alive, and I can't resist the temptation to be with you."

"I see. I was just curious to know if this was one of those things where the wife isn't doing the things you want her to do so you find someone who will."

Oliver shakes his head, his expression serious. "No, it's not like that. I know my wife is amazing in her own way, but there are certain things that I can't talk to her about. And with you, it's different. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I can be myself around you."

"Ah, I see." You groan when his fingers stop. "Don't stop."

Oliver grins, his fingers resuming their movements inside you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I want to make you feel good."

"That's all I really want is someone to make me feel good. Gain that confidence that i desire to have."

*Oliver nods, his fingers curling inside you as he continues to pleasure you.* "I can definitely do that for you. I want to make you feel amazing, and give you the confidence you deserve. You're beautiful, and you should never doubt that."

"College boys suck." You comment. "I am more attracted to older guys anyways."

Oliver laughs softly, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Yeah, I've noticed. And I can't say I blame you. There's something about older guys that's just more... mature, I guess. We know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it."

"Exactly...mhmm...." Your head falls back against the pillows as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Mhmm..."

Oliver watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to work his fingers inside you. He leans down and presses his lips to your neck, his free hand moving to grip your hip again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs against your skin.

"I wish guys my age were like this....fuckkk...." Your hips lift off the bed a little.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving even faster as he watches you react to his touch. "Well, I'm glad I can be the one to give you what you need. And trust me, there are older guys out there who know how to please a woman. But they're not as easy to find as you might think."

"Hell no its not easy to find them. You found me."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers still moving steadily inside you as he looks at you with a smirk. "Yeah, I did. And I'm very glad I did. You're a treasure, you know that?"

"Tell me that over and over again while you're fucking me." You smirk against his lips.

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your words. "Oh, I plan to. I'll tell you how much I adore you, how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me. And I'll show you too. I'll show you how much I want you and how good I can make you feel."

You kiss his lips and work your hips against his hand. "I need more...." You murmur against his lips.

Oliver groans, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he continues to finger you. He can feel your hips moving against his hand, and it drives him wild. "I know you do, baby. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you need." He says, his voice low and husky.

You turn over to lay on your back, guiding his fingers back to you. Your eyes never leave his.

Oliver follows your lead, his fingers sliding back inside you as you lay on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move his fingers again. He leans down to kiss your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside you.

"You make me feel so damn good, Oliver." You groan into his ear and moan as he works his fingers inside of you.

Oliver grins, his ego inflating with your praise. He loves hearing how much he's affecting you, and it only makes him want to pleasure you more. "Good. That's exactly what I want to do. I want to make you feel so good that you can't even think straight." He whispers in your ear, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.

You lean up to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He moves a little faster, and your head falls back again. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out in pleasure for him.

Oliver watches you intently, loving the way you react to his touch. He can feel your body trembling with pleasure, and it drives him wild. He moves his fingers faster and harder, determined to give you everything you need. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let yourself feel it." He says, his voice low and commanding.

You start to clench around his fingers and cry out for him as you come.

Oliver feels your body clenching around his fingers, and he grins in satisfaction. He continues to move his fingers, working you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. "That's my good girl," he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

"I know this is all kinds of wrong but it feels so fucking good."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers slowly slipping out of you as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and guilt. "I know. But sometimes, doing the wrong thing can feel so damn right." He says, his voice low and husky. He moves to lie down beside you, his body pressed against yours.

You take his fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean while he watches. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Oliver's eyes widen as you take his fingers into your mouth, and he lets out a low groan. He watches you intently, his cock straining against his pants as you suck his fingers clean. "God, you're so naughty," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't you want to get undressed now and join in on this sexy time?"

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Of course I do. But I want to savor this moment a little longer. You're just so damn irresistible when you're like this." He says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You still have his hand in yours, and you're sucking on his fingers to get a reaction or a rise out of him.

Oliver watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you suck on his fingers. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for attention. He lets out a low groan, unable to resist the sight of you pleasuring him like this. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" He says, his voice strained with desire.

You smirk, placing a kiss to his hand before letting it go.

Oliver lets out a sigh of disappointment as you release his hand, but he can't deny that the smirk on your face is making him even more turned on. He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"There's no fun in that Oliver." You comment pushing him onto his back so you can get him out of his clothes.

Oliver grins as you push him onto his back, and he lets you take control. He watches as you begin to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're right. There is no fun in that. But I'm enjoying this just fine." He says, his voice slightly breathless as you unbutton his shirt.

You kiss down his chest as you undo each button on his white button-up. You flick your tongue across his nipple and open his shirt.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss down his chest, his body arching up into your touch. When you flick your tongue across his nipple, he lets out a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "God, you're so good at that," he says, his voice rough with desire.

You move to the other side and flick your tongue against his other nipple pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.

Oliver shudders as you move to his other nipple, his body trembling with pleasure. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you continue to tease him. "Please, don't stop," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You use the flat part of your tongue to trace the lines of his chest and stomach.

Oliver lets out a shaky breath as you trace the lines of his chest and stomach with your tongue, his body tensing under your touch. He can feel the heat building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer. He tightens his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bulge in his pants was very apparent now. But you avoided it a little while longer. You slowly undo his belt and unfasten his pants, careful not to touch him where he wanted you.

Oliver groans in frustration as you undo his belt and unfasten his pants, but you still avoid touching him where he wants you the most. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, and it's driving him crazy. He bucks his hips up, desperate for some kind of contact. "Please, I need you," he says, his voice pleading.

"Mhmm, the pleading and neediness of a grown ass man is satisfying."

Oliver huffs in annoyance, but he can't deny the truth in your words. He knows he's being needy and desperate, but he can't help it. You have him completely under your control, and he loves it. "Shut up and touch me," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah ah ah, be nice to me, or I'll stop."

Oliver takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows he needs to be careful, or you'll stop teasing him and leave him hanging. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

"That's a good boy." You smile at him as you slide his pants from his hips. Your mouth watered seeing that big bulge in his boxers. You want nothing more than to grip it and stroke it and put it in your mouth, but you have to work him up a bit more.

Oliver shivers as you slide his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only makes him more desperate for your touch. He watches you intently, his chest heaving with anticipation as he waits for you to make your next move. "Please, I'm so hard for you," he whispers, his voice laced with need.

"I see that. And I love it when you beg me, Daddy." You watch his face as you call him that.

Oliver's eyes widen as you call him "daddy," and he lets out a low growl. He loves the way the word sounds coming from your lips, and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"Relax, Daddy. I'll take good care of you." You say reaching for the waist band of his boxers and peeling them off of him.

Oliver lets out a sigh of relief as you finally free his cock from its confines. He watches you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his body trembling with need. "Please, do something. I need your touch," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver lets out a strangled moan as your face brushes against his cock, the feeling of your breath on his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. He can feel his body tensing up, his muscles coiled tight with anticipation. "Please, don't tease me," he pleads, his voice cracking with need.

"You're so desperate for me, and I love it."You kiss his other hip. You use your tongue to trace the indent where his v cut is on his hip.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss his hip, his body arching up into your touch. He can feel your tongue tracing the indent of his v-cut, and it sends shivers down his spine. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy," he says, his voice ragged with desire.

"I think you've been a good enough boy for me now." You say placing a kiss to his tip and watching him go crazy.

Oliver lets out a loud gasp as you place a kiss on his tip, his body jerking in response. He looks down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Thank god," *he breathes, his chest heaving with anticipation.* "Please, I need more.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do, daddy."

Oliver swallows hard, his mind racing with all the things he wants you to do to him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.* "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to suck me until I can't take it anymore.."

"I most certainly can do that for you." You say kissing his tip again before taking it into her mouth.

Oliver groans as you take his tip into your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as you begin to suck him. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hips bucking up slightly.

You hold his hips down, letting him know that you are still very much in control at this point.

Oliver tries to hold still as you hold his hips down, but it's difficult. He wants to thrust up into your mouth to feel your lips wrapped around him completely. But he knows that you're in charge, and he has to obey your rules. "Please, I need more. I need you to take me deeper," *he begs, his voice strained with need.

You lick him up and down on all sides, and then you take him in deeper. Like eating an ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around him, and sucking.

Oliver moans loudly as you take him deeper, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing up as he struggles to hold back. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"I don't want you to blow your load before we have some fun." You say reaching over for a condom.

Oliver groans in disappointment as you pull away, but he knows that you're right. He doesn't want this to be over too soon. He watches as you reach for a condom, his eyes fixed on your every move. "You're right. I want to savor this," *he says, his voice husky with desire."

You roll on the condom and crawl on top of him. You push your hair aside as you straddle him.

Oliver looks up at you with a mix of awe and desire as you straddle him, his hands immediately going to your hips to steady you. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and it drives him crazy. "You're so beautiful," *he murmurs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

You smile down at him as you sink down on his length slowly, feeling the death grip he has on your waist.

Oliver lets out a low growl as you sink down on him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself. The feeling of being inside you is almost overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping away. "God, you feel so good," he gasps, his eyes locked on yours.

You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up. "Fuck..." You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to move on top of him

Oliver matches your moan with one of his own as you start to move on top of him, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He can feel the heat building between you, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer. That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot..."

Oliver nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you move on top of him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body slick with perspiration as he struggles to hold back. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he says, his voice rough with need.

"You're holding back, Daddy. What's wrong?"

Oliver lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "I don't want this to end," he admits, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to stay inside you forever."

"We can always go again. No need to worry, Daddy. Please don't hold back."

Oliver lets out a groan of relief at your words, his body relaxing slightly. He had been so focused on holding back he hadn't even considered the possibility of going again. "You're right," he says, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm not going to hold back anymore."

You start to ride him a little rougher to chase your orgasm.

Oliver's eyes roll back in his head as you start to ride him harder, the sensation sending him spiraling towards his own release. He thrusts up to meet you, his hips snapping upwards as he chases the pleasure. "God, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer."

"Take over daddy and pound me into this mattress.'

Oliver doesn't need to be told twice. He flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him. He kisses you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he positions himself between your legs. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "You want me to pound you? I'll pound you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Fuck me, I'm gonna come..."

Oliver grins, his eyes dark with lust as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. "You're mine," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Oh fuck...."

Oliver pounds into you relentlessly, his movements rough and unforgiving. He's determined to make you come, to claim you as his own. "You're so tight," he gasps, his eyes locked on your face. "I love the way you feel around me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Ahhh...."

Oliver leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

"Oh fuck! Oliver...I'm coming!"You scream for him as you come for him.

Oliver groans as you scream his name, the sound sending him over the edge. He thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes hard. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty. "Oh god, that was amazing," he gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your legs tremble as you try to recov we from that relentless pounding. Your insides are sore, but it felt so damn good.

Oliver gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. He can see the exhaustion on your face, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having worn you out so thoroughly. "You okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle now that the passion has passed."

"I'm good." You smile.

Oliver smiles back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've never had anyone make me feel the way you do."

"College boys definitely dont fuck like that." You chuckle.

Oliver laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. "No, they definitely don't. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never felt so alive before." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, you know. I want more."

"And I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna let you fuck me like that and disappear." You laugh.

Oliver grins, relieved that you're on the same page as him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against his chest. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

His phone rings, and you smirk. It's probably his wife.

Oliver groans as his phone rings, his expression turning irritated. He knows it's his wife calling, and he doesn't want to answer it. But he knows he has to. "I have to take this," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you and grabbing his phone.

You lay there quietly as he answers the phone. You busy yourself kissing on him silently as he talks, smirking.

Oliver tries to focus on the phone call, but it's hard with you kissing him like that. He shoots you a warning look, trying to silently tell you to stop. But he can't deny that he loves the way your lips feel on his skin.

You kiss his thigh and watch his reaction as he clutches his phone tighter.

Oliver's grip on the phone tightens as you kiss his thigh, and he has to bite back a moan. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his wife, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing moment. "Yes, dear. I'll be home soon." He shoots you another warning look, silently begging you to stop before he loses control.

You take the hint and stop for a moment. You laugh silently.

Oliver finishes up the phone call, trying to act casual even though he's incredibly turned on. He hangs up and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

"I love to see you bite back that moan while talking to your wife." You tease.

Oliver grins, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that? If she finds out about us..." He trails off, his expression turning serious for a moment before he shakes his head. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

"That wouldnt be a good thing. I'm sorry I got carried away." You say rubbing your hands over his thighs.

Oliver shivers as you rub his thighs, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to control himself. "It's okay," he says, his voice a little strained. "I can't blame you for being irresistible. But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."

"Yes i know. Our little secret."

Oliver nods, his expression serious. "Our little secret," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours. "And it's a secret that I intend to keep. I don't want to lose you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Agreed." You say.

Oliver pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it every day."

"Gonna need you to pound me like that again but from behind this time. Then I'll let you go home to your wife." You smirk.

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he lets out a low growl. "You're a minx, you know that? But I'll do it. I'll give you exactly what you want." He rolls over on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

You lay on your stomach and spread yourself out for him. You feel his chest against your back and hes stroking himself to get hard again. "Mhmm..."

Oliver positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear. "You look so good like this, all spread out for me. I can't wait to be inside you again."

You grind your ass into him again, loving how he nearly buckles every time.

Oliver groans, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind against him. He's already hard again, and he can't wait to be inside you. "God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to be in you. Now."

"You're in control, daddy."

Oliver growls at your words, his possessive side taking over. He slides into you with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "You're mine. Do you hear me? You belong to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The way he possessively holds you and fucks you is insane. Hes pounding into you like no tomorrow making you cream on him. The slapping noises of skin on skin drive you both crazy. You can't take much more of this pounding before you come again. "Im gonna come again...."

Oliver can feel you tightening around him, and he knows you're close. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, commanding voice. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over me. I want to feel your body shake and hear you scream my name."

He hits the right spot that makes you shake and quiver and buckle underneath of him.

Oliver feels you buckle underneath him and he grins, knowing he's hit the right spot. He keeps up the pace, pounding into you even harder as you shake and quiver with pleasure. He leans down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he whispers in your ear again. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and give yourself over to me completely."

You're practically crying into the pillow now from how good he's making you feel. You've come twice already now working on a third time.

Oliver can feel your tears on the pillow, and it only spurs him on further. He's close to his own release now, but he's determined to make you come one more time before he does. He reaches around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick, precise circles. "Come on, baby. One more time. I know you can do it. Just let go and come for me again."

Her body goes limp as she comes for him a third time, completely spent now waiting for him to come.

Oliver feels your body go limp beneath him, and he knows you've come a third time. He lets out a low growl as he finally allows himself to let go, his own orgasm crashing over him in waves. He thrusts into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, panting and out of breath. "God, you're incredible," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Might want to get rid of the evidence." You say referring to the full condom.

Oliver chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Right, the evidence. Can't have anyone finding out about our little rendezvous, can we?" He carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, making sure there's no trace left behind. He then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"As much as i would love to stay like this. You need to go home, and i need to go back to school. i need to start and finish the assignment for your class." You chuckle.

Oliver sighs, knowing you're right. He doesn't want to leave you, but he also can't risk getting caught. "I know, I know. You're right. I need to go home and pretend like everything is normal." He kisses the top of your head. "But I'll see you in class tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off then."

"I see you brought gym clothes. Smart." You laugh.

Oliver grins, amused by your observation. "I'm always prepared. And it's a good excuse for me to wear something other than my usual suit." He gives you a playful swat on the butt before getting up and starting to get dressed.

"That suit is sexy."

Oliver chuckles as he buttons up his shirt. "You think so? Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime when we're alone." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Maybe next time you can do me against the wall in your suit. That would be super hot."

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he takes a step closer to you. "Oh, I like the way you think. That definitely sounds like a plan for next time. I'll have to make sure I wear my best suit just for you."

"I'll come find you tomorrow during office hours. Maybe sneak in a quick blow job after everyone leaves for the day." You smirk getting dressed.

Oliver's eyes widen at your bold suggestion, and he can feel himself getting aroused again. "You're a temptress, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot. I'll make sure my office door is locked, and we'll have some privacy. Just make sure you don't keep me waiting too long."

"That's the best part of the game."

Oliver grins, clearly enjoying the thrill of the game as well. "You're right. The anticipation makes it even more exciting. I'll be waiting for you, ready and eager for whatever you have in store for me."

"Go take care of your wife now and think of me." You say with an evil smirk.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk. "You're a naughty one, aren't you? Fine, I'll go take care of my wife and think of you. But just remember, I'll be thinking of you too. And I'll be counting down the hours until our next rendezvous."

"Always." you say kissing him. "Dont forget mouth wash. You still taste like me." You snicker.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but he can't help but chuckle at your comment. "You're so cheeky. But I won't forget the mouth wash, I promise. And don't think I won't get you back for that little comment." He gives you a playful swat on the ass before heading towards the door.

(A/N: What did you guys think? Part 2?)

[6feathered6siren6]

The Devil’s clairvoyant(Part one/?) Ronin x Reader(able to see ghost)

Trigger warnings:

Death/ghosts

You were always able to see ghosts, scaring everyone you told this fact to. You see how they died by the marks on them. The floating heads, the stab wounds, broken bones when they died. But you noticed there were a lot of ghosts nearby an alleyway. You were always tempted to go in there. Seeing why all the ghosts are getting killed. 

The ghost, Ethan, has followed you home since he found out about your abilities. He stared you down as you tried to ignore him. Well, tried. 

“What do you want,” you were annoyed about him following you. You crossed your arms as you looked up at the young male from your office chair. 

“I want peace.” He grutched out, you figured he was shy but he just sounded grouchy. “I want to know how I died.”

“If I do that, will you leave me alone then? I barely can go to the bathroom because of you.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. Ghosts always have a demand. But the ghost nods. 

On the next day, you walked into the alleyway. Graffiti lays on the walls as the same of dried blood. You cringed as you smell the blood as well. You sighed out as you heard Ethan speak up again. “Yooo, look this mark is new.” You took a look and it was more dried blood. You really wanted to leave this place. But nothing was here, you continued to walk forward until you stepped on something. You looked down and saw a leg. You slowly gazed up and saw it was Ethan. His head was bashed in by some blunt object. 

You wanted to throw up but swallowed what almost came up. “E- Ethan. I think this is yours…” You pointed at his body. 

“Oh, shit! You right, man!” He crouched near it, pointing at it. “Man, don’t I look gross.” You wanted to roll your eyes or vomit or scream. You haven’t decided yet, might pick all of the above. 

“Stop poking at your body, you are disrespecting the dead. Or at least your dead body!” You crossed your arms, taking a breath of the iron scented alleyway. As you looked up from the body, you saw all the ghosts that lay in this alleyway. They all had mixed reactions, ones that wanted to talk to you, some that looked mad, then some who looked scared.

As you were about to turn, you bumped into something, as you took a step back and looked up. You saw a male, his plum colored mullet covered by a horned beanie, his dark eyes that scream joy and curiosity, his clothing screaming punk alternative aesthetic. 

“Well, well, what drags you here?” His crowbar, that you somehow didn’t notice, was against his shoulder, ready to use at any time. “Such a darlin’ person dragged here by…” He expected an answer.

You stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his crowbar, knowing if you said the wrong thing. You would be next. “Ghosts. One called me here.”

His eyes raised for a moment before laughing. His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “Ghosts? Really? What do you do then, help them to the other side?” 

You pierced your lips, “Not really.” 

A male ghost behind you grunted, “Another one? We’re too crowded to have another.” You took the chance. 

“There’s too many here, some said it’s too crowded here.” 

His eyes looked for lies, but smirked. “Really?” He laid his crowbar at your throat. “Tell me more, medium. How many do you see?” 

You turned your head to see the crowd. “Many…” You looked at him again. “Way too many for them to be in this alleyway. About a hundred(100).” 

His eyes turned serious, but the smirk stayed on his face. And he swung. As everything turned to black, you heard. “You are gonna tell me everything, medium.”

So I'm back to writing fanfiction on a new account, and after 3 years. So I'm kinda rusty, sorry if it's not good, but I promise I'll get better in time.

Part 2

[danganphobia]

i think because laios and shuro’s clashes in personalities it’s unavoidable that they will fight during their relationship. who do you think would be the first one to reach out first after a fight? (this is just an attempt to make you write angsty hurt + comfort laishuro)

DRABBLE INCOMING!

Toshiro wasn't sure how many beers he had tonight. He sat next to other patrons, the number of guests dwindling as the hours passed. He just wanted to get so drunk he wouldn't have to experience a sober thought until the next morning.

This bar was quiet, two blocks away from their university campus - compared to the ones on the flashier side of town where most students went on Friday and Saturday nights to party hard and forget about responsibilities for the weekend.

For Toshiro, beers sounded more tempting than any club to wash away the stress of exams and back-to-back assignments.

When he asked for another refill, his vision started to blur. Next thing he knew, he heard another voice within earshot.

"He's been here for the past three hours."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it."

"Uh, that's kind of you, but he's already paid for the whole night."

"Then I'll tip you extra."

Toshiro groaned, facepalming. He didn't have to look to know who it was that just showed up. Laios leaned his body against the counter, trying to peek at his face.

"Kabru said you'd be here."

Saying nothing, Toshiro finished his last beer.

Laios' carried him back to campus on piggyback. It's silent, save for the occasional cars driving through.

"Why did you come?" Toshiro asked stubbornly, the alcohol he drank made him lightheaded. If it weren't for Laios, he'd be unable to walk - but the idiot didn't need to know that. Just two weeks ago, Toshiro remembered storming out of that party Namari and Kabru invited him to, with Laios following after him, asking what his problem was, and everyone outside looking on in curiosity.

"My problem?" Toshiro had asked, sneering. "Don't you see it? This - we - doesn't work! I'm sick of it! All I ever get are stares when I tell them-"

"You're with me," Laios finished with a bitter nod, stopping Toshiro in his tracks. "If you're that embarrassed to be with me, why didn't you say so?"

That was the killer. When Toshiro noticed the eyes on them, Laios staring right at him with disappointment and hurt, Toshiro decided to admit defeat. He had only given a sour apology, leaving the party without another word.

They hadn't talked to each other since then. Toshiro stopped coming to club meetings because he didn't want to risk running into Laios, and unfortunately, Laios was always present. It was fine, their campaign could go on without Toshiro considering where they'd left off anyway.

"Why did I come?" Laios repeated the question, exhaling as he contemplated his answer. "I don't know, actually."

This was why Toshiro couldn't stand him sometimes. He was a very logical person. This was how he was raised, otherwise he'd never be fit to be heir of his father's company. Laios Touden didn't need a reason to do the things he did.

"I don't get it," Toshiro mumbled. This should make him a walking red flag, after all. This was the guy who was known for smoking pigs at clubs, did kegstands at frat parties, and could squirt milk out his eyelids for the hell of it. He was the kind of guy that would make a pristine rich kid's parents like Toshiro's have a heart attack if Laios told them what he'd been up to. They were polar opposites; someone Toshiro would've avoided if it weren't for their mutual friends. "After everything I said to you, you still came to see me."

"Yeah." Laios said, like there was nothing odd about it. It only pissed Toshiro off even more.

"Why?"

"I can't just leave you there. What if you passed out in the middle of the street?"

Toshiro snorted, scoffing. "You are aware that I practice martial arts?"

Laios laughed. "I don't doubt you can probably kick my ass while drunk. Then again, you didn't." Instead, Toshiro was clinging to his back, Laios' cyprus scent calmed him, as it was so welcoming. He hated that. It should make him nauseous if anything. "I can't say for any other stranger that would see you this vulnerable."

"I can take care of myself," Toshiro huffed. "You shouldn't have come."

"I don't care if you're mad at me, because I've already forgiven our fight."

"That's - that's preposterous -" Toshiro sputtered in defense, "Why continue to torment yourself by being seen with me?"

Laios chuckled. "Who said being with you was tormenting?"

Toshiro stayed quiet.

"You might think so, so I'll just have to prove myself to you. Lucky for me, I don't really care what people think," Laios explained, pausing at a stop light. Toshiro's eyes widened when Laios turned his head slightly with a gentle smile. "And you shouldn't either."

Toshiro's heart pounded in his chest. The traffic sign flashed - as Laios was permitted to cross the street.

"Yeah, you were an asshole at that party. But at the end of the day, it doesn't change my feelings for you. I think," Laios sighed, "if you like someone, if you really really like someone, you should let them know as much as you can."

Toshiro reached for Laios' ear and tugged on it.

"Ack!" The noise Laios' made in pain just made Toshiro pull on it tighter until he let go. "What was that for?!" He asked, pouting.

"It's easy for you to say," Toshiro said bitterly. "I've spent my whole life trying to live up to the expectations of others. I don't just do impulsive, stupid things out of my own free will. Which is why - I don't even understand why I have feelings for you, either..."

"Toshiro..."

"I am not worth this trouble. You misguide yourself."

"That's not true," Laios countered in earnest. "Tell yourself that all you want, but to me, you're worth it."

Silent and brooding, Toshiro buried his neck deep into the crook of Laios' shoulder to hide the scarlet in his cheeks.

Laios was like a leech that wouldn't pull himself off Toshiro even if Toshiro tried.

And he'd never admit how nice it felt, to be around someone who didn't expect much from him; just his presence, so they could exist together in a world so unpredictable. The air felt easier to breathe the longer they remained, just being.

[lazodiac]

There seemingly won't be a Planeswalker's Guide to Thunder Junction, sad to say, so it's time to stop delaying this.

Outlaws of Thunder Junction is the most recent Magic the Gathering set to release, taking place on a "fresh" plane- a place that has no sentient, sapient life. Initially populated by the Atiin people, nomads from another plane that moved here when the Omenpaths opened up the multiverse, everyone who decided to come on down to the Junction and make a new life for themselves has given themselves a bit of that old west flare.

But the question is; where are all our new friends from? In a burst of intellectual curiosity and bad decision making, lets actually do our best to figure that out, starting with... (some ground rules: only the subject matter of the card art matters. Instants and Sorceries will try to divine where the spell and cast are from to the best of my abilities. Please note this is mostly arbitrary.)

WHITE

... cool way to start. Based on the artistry of the Eversaloon's entryway I'm calling Kaladesh, it has the appropriate spirals.

The original printing of this card is Innistrad so you might be tempted to say this lovely lady is from there, but the style of wings, the way she is channeling Thunder through her gun, and the general vibe of the art tells me this is Dominaria.

This delightful feller is endemic to Thunder Junction! The armor has an Esperite flare but I'm counting this as not from another plane.

Aven Interrupter is our first one that's like, actually obvious. Owl aven have only been seen on Arcavios so until told otherwise, this friend is from there!

While we're seemingly not getting a Planeswalker's Guide for Thunder Junction, it was mentioned on twitter that Felidar are native to the plane. The particular design of the cat and horns suggest creatures native to the American West as well.

This abomination (Affectionate) of a pun features a local oxen and a Thunderous wind whipper. As much as a magical spell can be, this is from Thunder Junction proper.

Another native creature to the plane. I love the fluffy beards on these critters.

Now look at this bad boy! There's absolutely no known place in Magic the Gathering that a rabbit person like this could exist... yet anyway! I'm thinking this guy is from Bloomburrow (as is the Mole person from Murders at Karlov Manor, incidentally).

While this is noted as a spirit, the fact that it's an animus suggests to me this is more of a living mirage than an actual person. Native to Thunder Junction.

Eriette is the weirdly sympathetic wicked witch of the Wilds of Eldraine storyline, so this stunningly beautiful piece of artwork is from that storybook plane.

There's no real defining characteristics on this card to really peg where it's from... except! IT was mentioned on Twitter that Spree cards were meant to evoke big Western films, and this one is The Magnificent Seven... which means this lone survivor's from Kamigawa, because it'd be funny (and the spooky aura radiating out of these guys feels like a Reckoner thing). Hey, I did say these would be arbitrary sometimes.

The incredibly cool horse(?) of Annie "Haseya" Flash, one of the main stars of the story. Fortune comes and goes as she pleases, but Annie always finds her when the chips are down. I love this creature, and love Annie. I choose to believe Fortune's from the Atiin homeplane and came with her.

There are not a lot of places Dwarves can be from in Magic the Gathering... this doesn't have the exact sort of filigree you'd expect from Kaladesh, but consider the fine work and the tools being employed, this lovely fellow is likely from there.

The Sterling Company, our villainous lawmen for the plane! I'll talk about their leader later, but based on him, his style, and the impeccable fashion of his men, I'm saying they're from New Capenna.

Goddest boy in the multiverse Kellan Okoson is here to lasso an entire train to safety with his fey-natured vines. While I'd love to say this is from Eldraine because Kellan is from there, this is the natural fey-gifts he inherited from his shitty father, so they're from Oko's Plane.

This polite kidnapper is pretty clearly from Eldraine. I wonder what she left in the cacti's place though...

This is a tricky one. The way Thunder works on the ol' Junction is that it needs a loop to radiate through- thus the horsehoe on the blade. But that, plus the inner tang also being a loop, suggests this is a former Zendikari sword, modified from climbing equipment to chaos-channeling shock-sword.

Annie Flash digs up her past for one final job, and looks sweet as hell doing it. This is from the Atiin's plane, I'd reckon.

This guy could really be from anywhere, which is kind of the point of Thunder Junction- to give up your old life for a spell and see if a new you will work out. But the fact that his potions are so classical Fantasy Potions I'm saying he's from Dominaria.

This delightful little critter is native to Thunder Junction, and what a cutie he is. Did you know Prairie Dogs were a type of squirrel before seeing this card, because I didn't!

Fundamentally I have no real indication of where this guy could be from... but he's from Prosperity, the Sterling Company's roost, and his suit's got a bit of an armoured look to it... so I'm gonna say Kamigawa.

Look some of these just flatly aren't actually doable. The drones bouncing around suggests it could be from one of the planes that got those, but ultimately I think I'm going to have to put this as "yeah I got nothing".

I could have swore there was somewhere in the Wilds of Eldraine story that said these particular blue and white bovines belonged to the giants of the sky... and while I can't find it, I wanna say they're from Eldraine anyway. So I will, it just fits dangit!

This is definitely native to Thunder Junction. It's just got the vibe, you know?

Choke this one up to New Capenna- and if you think that's wrong, blame the Sterlings for having such fine coats.

Ditto for this one- though I'll note that the carriage and the train from the above card absolutely have that Kaladeshi vibe.

It' always fun to see what exactly gets turned into an instant or sorcery spell in flavor-first sets like this. This friend is from Thunder Junction, positive.

Another Sterling, another New Capenna ex-pat looking to make a name for herself. If it helps one of the city's of the plane, Omenport, leads directly to New Capenna, making it one of the most likely planes for people to naturally come from.

I will stop calling Sterling Company mooks New Capennan's when they stop looking like people from New Capenna. This is a sort of Aven you'd find there design wise.

Cute, designing a shield like a deputy star. This has no real markers signifying the people using it, but the subject of the art is clearly the shield itself, and this bad boy was made on Thunder Junction baby.

Only 30 images are allowed per port so check in soon for PART 2.

[bittengalaxies]

Kinktober Day 18: Overstimulation & Google

620 words

Google, AFAB!Reader

Contains: Overstimulation, dirty talk, use of "pet" and "toy", use of "Sir", light dumbification, light objectification

You should have known this would happen. You really, really should have.

You thought that third-party mod you found for your Google unit would be fine. You thought it would just make him flirty.

"Unofficial Boyfriend Mod" your ass.

Okay, maybe you should have read the actual mod description a little closer too. How could you be at fault for wanting him to be, maybe just a little affectionate? All you wanted was a mod that would let him cuddle you, maybe give you a kiss or two...

Not turn him into a fucking machine. Who puts an anatomically oversized dick on a walking search engine?

Some horny-ass developer, that's who.

Honestly, though, you didn't really have time for those thoughts.

Not when you were on your tenth fucking orgasm already, your body on pure brainless bliss, more a breaking fleshlight than an actual person.

 Everything from the start was that pleasure-pain, from the initial edging session he gave you, making you beg for him to do something, anything other than want to sob with need.

And then he had the gall to have a perfectly crafted cock, larger than your wet dreams ever imagined that filled you past the point of perfection, every drag making you sing-scream.

The overstimulation was a pleasant floating feeling that bordered on too much for the first few rounds. By round 5, you realized he hadn't had any sort of indication that he'd stop.

That's roughly when your eyes went wide, and the brilliant burning blue above you seemed to glow.

"Poor little thing. All pent up, you don't even know how badly you need to be treated like this."

He thrust again, his broad hand sliding between you both to work at your clit, making you squeal.

"Too--it's too--Sir, it's too mu-uch!"

"No it isn't, sweetheart. You need this. You forget I can hear everything in this house. I know how much you tried with those pathetic toys, thinking about me."

You burn with embarrassment, skin on fire, this time leaning in to bite. You arch, writhing again. The most he's gotten your body to react in a while. You thought you were exhausted, worked over to an extreme.

"You see, pet, I don't need to stop, I don't need to recharge. I don't falter and fail simple because I've drained my balls into your cunt, like a pathetic human. I'm superior in every way. You just need to lay there and take it...take me like the good pet you are. You need nothing but me fucking into your hot little cunt. So small, I'll have to train you to take me without all this preparation."

You mewl, a pathetic sound that makes him laugh, somehow increasing how hard he fucks into you, making you slip further and further into beng a pliant toy for him.

"That's right. You want this. You need this. Just give in."

God, you wanted to. You wanted to. The tempation to be nothing more than a toy for him, some mockery of who was the object for who. No thoughts of all the things that stress you out.

Just the unceasing sensation of him filling you, making you a sticky mess from nothing but your own orgasms, exhausted and brainless.

It was so fucking tempting.

"You know, there's another setting I hadn't tried to play with in this lovely little update you gave me."

You must have made some sound of curiosity, as he laughed, dark and heavy, lustful in so much as he could be without true emotions.

And then the vibrations kicked in, making you scream.

"That's right, my sweet little pet, just give into me, let me use you, and I'll worship you forever."

[nonuggetshere]

I shared my (and my friend's ocs) that are related to PK SO-

This is A LOT and I'm kinda embarrassed but I'll fucking "cringe culture is dead" through life or so help me GOD

I like imagining backstories for characters and making cool little nonsensical and completely self-indulgent AUs

(Also for the few people subscribed to my patreon there's more stuff after what I've posted there, just scroll a bit down 👍)

F9r the record I also mangled mine and @demonicintegrity 's thoughts and ideas into one post so it's somewhat comprehensible but jsyk they contributed a lot

An AU where Adamas has her last clutch in her small form

As a refresher Amanita is White Lady's name and Ebur is Pale King's name. Adamas is Pale King's mother, though wyrms use dame and sire for their parents so that's what he calls her. I am yet to properly share Quercus but he's WL's father. Flower is my name for the Pure Vessel in this AU, Hallow is their birth name. Amaryllis is an oc, they're Flower's twin. Any other names that appear here are PK's siblings.

Also using they/it for Ebur and the rest of the family bc as wyrms they don't really have genders

Ebur and Amanita meeting while Ebur's family is travelling and Amanita still lives at the edge of her father's territory and her root system is connected with his but she's getting ready to leave hopefully in just one or two years when she's gathered enough strength and the spring's kind and abundant

Adamas' little group settles near her groove since it's brimming with life and there's not many people to get in the way or compete over resources with aside from the occasional traveller or two, and Amanita tolerates their presence for now, they give her something to do since her father is quite busy with his new seedlings now that she's grown and she doesn't have much company or things to do other than to listen to the occasional mortal passing by and watch the nature, so this small group of wyrms that's mostly composed of ones not much younger than her with all the hubris and boldness of young wyrms is the most interesting thing that's happened to her in a while

Some of them would probably push too far before Adamas had to smack them upside the head and reprimand them for ever thinking about taking over this territory, after all they're really on the larger territory of an ancient God, and even though Roots aren't known to be the most attentive of parents she still doesn't want to tempt fate and check if this one is the same by attacking his daughter

Either way, Amanita notices the younger wyrm isn't quite like the others and seems very intrigued by him

Although their first in face meeting wasn't the best, with her attacking him and managing to stab him in the ribs (you bet your ass Adamas chewed out his ass when he returned to their densite all bloody and holding his side), he kept returning to study her

Seems they both found each other intriguing

And eventually they get to talking, Ebur seemed excited to meet the first rootfolk in his life and actually to get to talk to her, he asks so many questions and she's amused with his curiosity, and eventually actually grows curious about the wyrms (and especially him) herself and asks him things in turn

They grow into unlikely friends though there's definitely more to it but neither is willing to acknowledge it yet

He often sneaks away from his family just to talk to her, and eventually they start sneaking into the more private parts of her groove with the excuse that they wouldn't want Ebur's family finding out they're friends, both of them just ignoring their glaringly obvious attraction to each other

One time Ebur brought her a kill he made and she hoped to GOD her blush wasn't noticeable (it was, not that he'd know because he was also avoiding eye contact to try and hide his own)

Ebur and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic 💜

The group spends enough time around there for the two idiots to stop dancing around the subject and not only admit to their mutual attraction but to start to fall in love

Enough so that Ebur decides to stay when Adamas decides it's time to move on

At first she was about to talk sense into him about staying permanently in this place but he quickly corrected her

"No, no, it's not like that! I don't want to stay here permanently! I just..." He quieted down and looked away

"...You want to leave?"

"...mh..."

"Are you sure about this? Life as a lone wyrm isn't easy out there in the Wastelands, perhaps it'd be better if you stuck around until we find a suitable territory for you to stay at-"

"No, dame, I- I want to leave now. I think it's time. I love you all and I'll miss you, but...I just...I want to see what's out there for myself. Every year, every day, feels the same now; find some place, stay for a bit and hunt, move on. I- I can't live like this, it feels...suffocating."

"...You were always the curious kind, weren't you? I should have known this routine would bore you eventually," She sighed heavily and approached him, "I always knew this day would come, I just never expected it to be my youngest and smallest wyrmling that leaves the nest first..." She pulled him into a tight hug, "...Stay one last night with us, and if you're still sure about this after tomorrow's hunt I'll leave some supplies for you when we move on."

He smiled and hugged her back, "...Thank you..."

"Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"

"You taught me well. I'll be alright, I promise."

He spends lots of time with his siblings and mother the next day, maybe Melpomene proposed she could come with since they were always the closest but he reassured her he wanted to be alone

The goodbye is very tearful, even Adamas cries and she's not the type to do that often

Ebur feels a little broken seeing them go, it feels weird being completely alone, strangely quiet too - he usually likes the quiet, but not this time. He goes to hunt to keep his mind off it then that evening he gathers his things and moves them to a densite way closer to his root's (his root, saying that makes him so giddy) and goes to share his kill with her

And that night, for the first time in their lives, he goes to sleep curled up around her amongst her roots. It does help him feel much better about having to say goodbye to his family

He spends the rest of the year in her groove with her - from summer to winter - before she's finally ready to move on next spring and he happily follows her to look for a new home for the both of them

Despite the new normal being hard to get used to at first he was still so unbelievably happy with her

And Quercus was considerably easier to hide their relationship from than his own family, considering they're on the outskirts of his territory and Ebur never saw him in person. As far as Quercus is concerned, Amanita just has a mild wyrm problem that she's handling well on her own

A few different  things could happen from then on

Could either go canon compliant or pull out one of my fav moves, a cute domestic AU where they don't found Hallownest or do it later down the line after already having children and just live for a while as a happy family

And also the Drama Flavour where Ebur ends up pregnant despite them not trying to, they say fuck it and have them but he gets very sick and she brings him to her father for help, cue him being appalled that she's partners with a wyrm and her telling him to suck a dick and she'll take care of him herself, then they have the worst luck ever after finding a brand new territory and stumble onto Ebur's family, and Adamas has some very strong opinions about him being mates with a root (she doesn't even realise he's expecting otherwise it would have been. Worse). Fucking Romeo and Juliet up in here

For the last idea, I like the idea of Adamas questioning if that root can even provide for him or any possible clutches he might have in the future and he gets so pissed off he bristles, tells her to drop it and he's done with her attitude and to get the fuck off his territory. She bristles and calls him out on being so cocky as to tell her to get out

"If you're so confident then come on, defend your territory! Kick me out yourself!"

"Stop it-"

"Come on, boy! Show me you can actually protect yourself and yours! If you want me out them force me out!"

"I'm not going to fight you, mother!"

"...Tsk, you even talk like her."

"...Just...Just leave...please."

She circles him, "You should know words won't be enough to protect your territory from intruders, and that young root definitely doesn't have it in her to do it. You promised me you'll stay safe, so show me you can actually take care of yourself!"

Instead she gets violently thrown back by a white root after Amanita returns to check up on her hubby <3

Puts herself between them, ready to snap their necks with her roots if she has to

"He told you to leave, so leave. Or should I make you, you old bag?"

"Amanita-"

Of course, it was 25% him not being willing to fight his own mother and 75% him being sick and not willing to risk the pregnancy, but he's not gonna tell her that when she reacted so negatively about him being mates with a root (and his siblings def teased him before the situation got serious)

He's gonna be SO fucking depressed about this later though

But I also just like the idea of them finding the place that would later become Hallownest and founding the kingdom together

Ebur: Babe do you want me to beat up this old slug for you?

Amanita: Oh how romantic~

Unn:(live slug reaction)

Unn: Just take the damn territory and leave me alone, you brats

I also made an entire AU with Integrity where PK moves on with his family with a promise that he'll be back next spring for her, only to realise he's expecting. And I am obsessed with this version, it's cute and domestic (in a wyrm kind of way) and I am sucker for these things.

Ebur leaves with his family, promising to return to her next spring so they can leave together, but what he DIDN'T account for was him getting pregnant

So now he has to think up an idea to sneak away and keep his pregnancy hidden until he's back with her. Very hard to do with his mother around, an old wyrm with decades worth of clutches she's reared into adulthood by herself, she sussed him out embarrassingly quickly

Ebur, trying to sneak out: 💦💦💦

Adamas, like she’s scolding a teen: where are you going at this hour?

Ebur: …. A walk to clear my head?

Adamas: do you think that excuse worked with your siblings back then?

Ebur: … no

Adamas: do you think it’s gonna work now?

Ebur: ……… no

Ebur, quickly thinking of something else: ......hunting...

Adamas: Hunting?

Ebur: Hunting.

Adamas: At midnight? With your white, glowing ass? After we just ate?

Ebur: .........I'm hungry.

Adamas: Uh-huh

Ebur, bristling: Well! I'm a grown wyrm, I can do what I want!

Adamas: Oh can you now?

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Adamas: You're an adult but I'm still this group's leader, including yours

Ebur: Yes, dame. I'm sorry, dame

He does his best to mask his scent and keep his hormones and instincts under control, tries to sleep a little further from the group, is very careful on hunts and starts eating away from them when food aggression starts kicking his ass

One time Adamas finally approached him at meal time, throwing him her portion

"Here, eat up."

He looks at her, confused, "...I...what?"

"Just eat, kid."

He hesitantly takes it and leaves it near as he continues with his portion, "Don't you need to eat also?"

"Eh, I've eaten enough. Besides, I'm not the one who's eating for more than one right now."

"HRK-"

He looks at her, horrified, and she can't help but laugh

"What? You think I haven't noticed? Come on, you could fool your siblings with your excuses but I've had plenty of clutches of my own," She pats him on the shoulder, "Come on, eat up, kid. You need to put some meat on these bones."

He sighs heavily and goes back to eating, red in the face and a little awkward, unable to look her in the eyes as she's just observing him

"...If you copulated around the time of your first heat last spring-"

"HRNK?!"

"Oh, don't be like that, you're not a child anymore. Anyway, your due date should be in winter...not the ideal time to have a clutch, but we could make this work. You'll need to eat a lot if this kid is to have any chance of survival, though," She looked back st him, "...If you want to keep it, that is."

He goes quiet, his tail curling in close, "...I...y-yeah, I do..."

"...Alright, if that's what you want."

"You seem nervous."

"...How- how could I not be? I mean, all of this, it's...it's my first brood, and if they're due in winter..."

She scoots closer to him and wraps her tail around him, "Hey...you're not alone in this, okay? You have your siblings and I, we'll take care of you and your young. It's going to be alright." And she nuzzles him gently

Obviously they figure out the children are part root, but only some time after they're born

At least now Ebur has an excuse to return to her, saying she'd have valuable input on caring for them

That doesn't stop his siblings from teasing him about possibly wanting to see her again and being in love (they're right, but he's not about to admit it)

Also the moment he accidentally let's her name slip he's not gonna hear the end of it

Adama: So you want to return to the groove?

Ebur: Yes. I mean, she taught me a lot about rootfolk, but-

Io: Uh-huh, I bet she did. Close and perso-

Ebur, slapping him with his tail: ...Anyway. She told me a lot, but still, Amanita would kno-

Adustus: YOU KNOW HER NAME?!

Ossum: OHHH, LITTLE LOVERBOY IS ON FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THE ROOT~?

Ebur: You're killing me

God can you imagine what kind of pains in the ass these cunts were when Adamas and Ebur broke the news to them

Constant teasing and asking who it was

Ebur gets no rest

Adamas takes her little shits on a training hunt again

"Why do we need to train anyway? You've taught us how to hunt seasons ago."

"I did, but not with two members down. You need to practice now before your sibling stops being able to join us on hunts."

"...two...?"

"Yes, two. It'll be safer if somebody stays behind with Ebur when he's further along and carrying for his young, so I need to know we'll be able to provide for this family with two hunters down and more mouths to feed."

"...Can't I join your hunts anyway? You hunted by yourself while pregnant, didn't you?"

"I did, but I was also alone, I had no choice. You shouldn't have to choose between your children's safety and finding food. We live as a family for a reason, what would we be but animals if we don't take care of each other? I'm not letting you or your young live like lone nomads when you have us."

They also hunt more since Ebur needs more food, especially later down the line, and if anybody complains she's gonna cut that shit down SO fast

"I don't want to hear it! Ebur and the brood they're carrying are your kin, so start acting like it and have some damn respect. Do you think Ebur would be here complaining if the roles were reversed? Do you think they wouldn't care for you when you need it? We're a family, we take care of each other, in sickness and in health. Your sibling and his children need you. If that's a problem for you, you're free to leave and live as a nomad, but as long as you follow me and are a part of this family I don't want to hear any complaining, got it?"

"...yes, dame. I'm sorry."

"Instead of apologising to me make yourself useful. And treat your siblings kinder, one day you might be the one who needs their help so you better hope your words don't come back to bite you then."

Adamas is a strict parent but very much loves her family and it's so important to her that they take care of each other <3

She's a good mum, if a little bit hard on them at times

Melponeme, loafing in front of Ebur: ….

Ebur: …. What. Go away

Melp: im not touching you

Ebur: what do you want

Melp, loafing, staring: ……….

Ebur: ………………

Melp: you’re gettin fat

Ebur: no shit it’s almost like a have a litter growing inside me

Melp, reaching over to poke his stomach:

Ebur, batting: stop that!!!

Melp: how many do you think they’re gonna be?

Ebur: I dunno

Melp: probably like. A lot of you keep growing at this rate

(And then it's just two. Absolute menace <3 won't give him a break)

Ebur, growling:

Adamas: Dear, if you keep poking at a predator like that it's gonna strike

Melp: Nahhh, they're harmle-

Ebur, pouncing on her:

Melp: !!!

"Don't be too rough with your sibling, they're expecting."

"Oh come on! They started it! They can't keep holding the pregnancy thing over our head constantly!"

Ebur sitting there like >:3

“Well they’ve got a few more months and then it’s fair game”

"Oh, so you'd beat up a new parent and leave my children orphaned? How cruel"

"I'm not gonna kill you, you maniac?!"

Also once he's much further along he digs himself a separate den and slowly moves in there, it worries his siblings but Adamas assures them it's normal, wyrms prefer to be alone in the first few days before and after giving birth

"Are you sure they're okay? Can't they stay with us?"

"Pff, would you prefer to get growled at and possibly mauled every time you come into your den? They'll be fine, don't worry."

His siblings go out hunting and gathering more often after that and finally give him lots and lots of warm and soft bedding for his new den

"Since you'll sleep alone we thought you and the baby could use some warmer bedding."

And he can't help but smile and wag his tail

Wondering if wyrms would have a word for aunt/uncle and what would it be?? Obviously not auncle, since aunt and uncle aren't wyrm temrs

Currently they don't have any, anybody beyond your parents, siblings and young are just "kin"

Maybe they'd use cousin? (As in. Also use cousin, not a replacement for aunt/uncle. I realised I worded this weird)

Half of this is Ebur's siblings fretting over him and Adamas having to keep them straight and from freaking out KDBDJRB

“GET OUT OF MY DEEENNNN”

“Oh but we worry about our poor lil sibling!!”

“FUCK OOOFFF”

Gonna get hissy and pissy and Adamas will just shake her head and say she warned them

“Can we see the babies now— UAGH”

“-HISSSSS-“

Glaring at them from the entrance of his den before the babies even arrive

"You're so lucky I'm round and slow right now"

“Hehe spherical”

“Shut the fuck up”

Also been thinking about the delivery. This sounds weird,,

TW for childbirth, pregnancy, etc, and mention of near infant death

Anyway, his siblings would notice he stopped eating, only stays in his den, and would bring it up to Adamas

Her ear just twitches and she looks over at his den, "...Seems the little one will arrive any moment, then."

"Huh?"

"How can you tell?"

"I also stopped eating like two to three days before I had you or any of my previous litters. It's normal. Just give them some space, they're going to be especially irritable now."

Then one night one of them wakes up and immediately wakes the others, as Adamas isn't in the den. They peek out to look for her and find her just sitting nearby and staring at Ebur's den

"...Dame? Why aren't you in the nest?"

"Quiet down. Do you smell that?"

They pause to scent the air

"...blood?"

"...It's been a while," She gets up and dusts herself off, "I'll go check up on your sibling, you keep watch for me. Don't come too near, he's probably stressed as is."

She approaches his den and they see her quietly talking before she disappears inside. They keep watch as promised, though all of them are fidgety and uneasy, pacing and shifting around, trying to chat to pass the timd

After what feels like forever though one of them tells them to shut up for a moment and when they do they can hear very faint cries coming from the den

They wait with held breaths and eventually Adamas stalks out of the den holding bloodied bedding (to a group of nervous wyrms looking at her like 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁, almost makes her laugh)

"...so?"

"So what?"

"Dame, please-"

She snickers, "There's two."

They all seem excited, which makes her smile

"How are they?"

"Ebur is fine. One of the wyrmlings is strong, and the furstborn..." She trails off, swishing her tail, "They'll make it, if they survive this night."

The five visibly deflate at the news

"...Are they gonna...?"

"Only time will tell. Like I said, if they survive this night they should be okay. Don't repeat this to Ebur, though, they've had enough of hardships for one night," She turned to leave, "I'll go burry these sheets. You five, go hunt for your sibling and their young, they're going to need the strength. I'll look after them."

They hurry off, a hunt seems like a good opportunity to blow off some steam

When they return, Adamas shows them how to thinly mince the meat for the the newborns before she delivers the food to Ebur and his kids

That's pretty much the norm for the next few days, Adamas is the only one who he allows into the den so she updates the siblings on the situation and stays with him while they go hunting

The day after, after they made their hunt for the day and Adamas once again disappears into their sibling's den with the food, was probably the most stressful. The five waited for her for what seemed like eternity and immediately pounce on her for info like young wyrmlings the second she's out

"Won't you five calm your tails?! Your sibling and their young are fine."

"And the firstborn?"

"They're doing much better and seem strong. You can stop panicking."

Though they're less intense about this afterwards, everytime Adamas leaves the den she's met with five wyrms staring at her and eagerly awaiting any updates

"Do they have names yet?"

"Ebur said they did pick already, you'll learn them once you meet the younglings"

"UUUUGHHH"

"MAAAAN"

"Stop being dramatic, it's only a few more days"

The five also get an idea to make the twins little clothes so they can stay warm and cosy

They get to gift them to Ebur once they finally meet the little ones

One day, after nearly a week, Adamas leaves the den to see the five wyrms once again waiting on her and she sighs heavily before smiling

"Alright, who wants to meet the babies?"

And they all get SO excited, before she has to remind them to keep calm to not spook their sibling or his kids

They go into the den one by one, which is thankfully big enough for all of them, where Ebur is laying in the corner, curled up around two little sleepy boundless and purring to them

His siblings are just awe struck at the babies and coo to them, showering them and Ebur with so many compliments

"They look a little odd for wyrmlings though, don't they?"

Io proceeds to get very roughly jabbed in the side by Fossor

"Ow, what the hell?!"

"Don't be an ass. Obviously they're not full wyrms, idiot, they're going to look different."

Though none of them is yet to clock that they're half-root

They get the babies thick clothes so they can crawl outside the den (under incredibly strick supervision by all 7 of their family members) once they're big enough

"Ebur, quit grooming them! They won't combust into flames if they have a speck of dirt or snow on them!"

"Mrrrr"

Melpomene: So, how did you name them?

Ebur: The firstborn is Hallow and the second born is Amaryllis

Io: Hm, weird names for wyrms

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Fossor, readying to hit him again:

Hallow, crawling towards Io with intent to Bite:

Io: Ohhhh little lad on a mission, what will they do? Beware the big bad wyrm

Hallow: Grrrr

Io:*casually just rolls away*

Hallow, flopping down and looking at him offended before SCREAMING angrily to voice their displeasure at inability to bite and maim uncle: EEEAAAAAAAAA

Gonna crawl towards him with even more determination

Adustus: Snrk- Stop giving the poor kid a workout and let them bite you

Io: If they wanna bite me they should prove it by getting me the legitimate way

Adamas: that one has a strong set of lungs

Ebur: mhm

Ebur: ...Was I this loud at their age?

Adamas: Absolutely. The loudest

Ebur: .......oh

Adamas: yeah. oh. Little snot

Ebur: hey!

(Mean to him <3)

Just wait till they figure out the connection between Amaryllis and Amanita

Of course loverboy would name the baby after a flower LMAO

".....snrk"

"shut up. shut up. shut the fuck up. I dont wanna hear it. Shut your bitchass up."

Start teasing him that he is SO smitten and in love

None know just how right they are

He's gonna die or commit murder at this rate

Ebur being all "it's not like that, it's not like that" and then when he sees Amanita again they're all lovey dovey and cute

I think Adamas' group was in the groove for like 2 years so they did have time to develop a meaningful relationship, though it's still nothing compared to how they're gonna be in a few years KFBDJFH

Io: not like that my ass—

Ebur: Shut the fuck—

Amanita: :? Not like what my darling?

Adustus: he’s been swearing up and down it isn’t love and he hasn’t totally been courting you

Amanita, amused: aaaww my dear Ebur, so now you’re shy with your affections~?

Ebur, sputtering: Ami, please not in front of my family...

Ossum: AMI

Ebur: I BITE

Ossum: Yeah, I bet ~your Ami~ knows a thing or two about that, huh~?

Ebur: GRRRRR

Amanita, laughing a little: I haven’t heard you growl that loud since we first met my wyrm~!

Ossum: good gods y’all are nauseating

Adamas: Her wyrm, huh?

Ebur: NOT you too

Amanita, not helping as she nuzzles him: My wyrm~

She's having so much fun <3 He can't help but smile though

Ebur: You're...impossible, my darling

Amanita: 🥰

Adamas: So, how long have you been together?

Amanita: Officially? Only one year, but we've been courting for much longer than that~

Adamas: Oh, you're official hm? Ebur, you never told me you've found yourself a mate. Look at you growing up on me, my youngest wyrmling has a mate and children already

Ebur: My dame, please

Amanita: ....children?

Adamas: ... you didn't know?

Ebur: Hey i was suppose to surprise her with that dame!

Ebur: Plus, I only found out after I left, not like I could tell her I was-

Amanita, grabbing him: Darling, what's that about children?

Ebur: .... We have two my darling.

Amanita: We have children!?

Ebur: yes. Our...... time together has resulted in me becoming gravid. We have two healthy children

Amanita, shaking him: Show me!!

Ebur, laughing: Well, stop trying to give me whiplash and I will!

(They're so adorable it makes me sick <- Ebur's siblings probably)

Presents her with the two little guys with a big smile. Tells her their names and she kneels down to hold them both and nuzzle and give kisses and be so so emotionally happy about it

The rest of the family give them some privacy so they can have a proper reunion and Amanita can meet her children

She's so SO happy

Scoops all three of them up and nuzzles him, looks at them as if they're her whole world

"Oh, my darling, they're so beautiful, so perfect...I love them..." She whispers, her breath caught in her throat for a moment, "...I love you."

His heart skips a beat and he nuzzles in close and kisses her cheek, "I love you too..."

And the babies are gonna ruin the moment and squeaking in protest about being held <3

"ooohhh my little sprouts, I need to plant you in my den and watch you grow big and strong youre so precious~"

"wait like. Actually bury them??"

"A little yeah. They should be able to root I think"

"...hm!"

"...Unless they're more wyrm in that regard?"

"Well, they seemed to do just fine on meat, but there's no harm in trying other things. Maybe a combination will be best for them?"

"Oh dear..."

"Don't worry, my love, we'll figure it out together"

Theyre rowdy and like to run around and play

but for sleepy time they get to be buried in the dirt. Makes em giggle and keeps them warm

OH the convo between Adamas and his siblings in the meanwhile

Adustus: ...He's gonna leave, isn't he?

Adamas: Hm?

Adustus: I mean, with our group we can't stay anywhere for too long, especially in a small groove like this, we'd run out of prey. And a root wouldn't be able to keep up for long, they're stationary. And...I doubt he'd leave her, just look at them.

Adamas: ...He seems happy. It'd be good for the little ones to have both parents too.

Amanita, planting the babies for the first time:

Quercus, waking her up at ass o'clock after he sensed two new seedlings near her: 👀 👀 👀

Amanita: huh wh

Quercus: KIDS?? KIDS?? DO I HAVE GRANDKIDS PRINCESS???

Amanita: pfft. yes.

Amanita:

Amanita, internally: wait shit fuck

Quercus: oh hey that wyrm problem came back. Lemme drop by and see how my daughter is doing since im not busy

What a fucking reunion that would be huh

Adamas: I've heard you want to leave? Maybe you should come with us, then, it'd be easier for you

Amanita: Ah, but would you like to leave now? Because it's already almost the end of spring, I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to leave now, I might not survive winter if I'm not rooted down somewhere by autumn. We were planning to leave early next spring, if you'd like to live in my groove until then you're fully welcome to

Adamas: But what of your parent? Wouldn't they notice?

Amanita: It's alright, he didn't came by last time you were here for over two years, I'm sure it's fine now, he won't even notice 😊 (narrator voice he did notice)

"Hey sweetheart how are you.... doing...."

Amanita, with the family of wyrms just hanging out in her den: .......... Daaaadddddddd what a suuurrrppprriiissseee💦

Her just trying to cover up this fairly large family of wyrms

Adamas getting defensive when Quercus is questioning Amanita

Starts growling and pushes to the front of them

Quercus: Stay out of this, wyrm

Adamas: Like hell I am! I'm not letting you step all over my family or my daughter

Amanita: It's really not nece- daughter??? 🥺

Quercus: Daughter?!

Adamas: Yes, daughter, she's my child's partner so as much of a family to me as my own children!

Amanita's just trying so fucking hard not to get emotional and cry over this now

too bad Quercus is bristling at that

Amanita and Quercus are emotional over this but in completely opposite directions

Amanita has to get herself together to step between them before it ends in a fight

GOD. I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS. AMANITA BEING ACCEPTED INTO HIS WYRM FANILY AFTER THEY SEE HOW MUCH SHE AND EBUR LOVE EACH OTHER 🥺 SO CUTE

She gets to root in and do some wyrm watching with her tubers

Amanita, to the kids: look how silly your father can be. Look, watch

Amanita, wiggling a root:

Ebur: 👁️👁️

His siblings watching him paw at the root

Adustus: ...Dude...

Fossor: Good fates he's domesticated

Adamas: …… oh how the mighty fall

She always knows how to embarrass him in front of his family 🥰

Zooming through her roots to play while Adamas wonders how he inherited such weird quirks

Adamas: I should have judged my mates better, what is this...

Ossum: hey they're the only one Like That

Melp: yeah we’re normal about things

Ebur: Snrk- Yeah, just wait till you find your own mates

Io: I think you're just weird, actually

Ebur: At least I have a mate and children, you lonely ass

Amanita delights in how silly the tubers are. Truly the most delightful thing

Ebur's family think it's funny how the twins have been dubbed the tubers since they came here

But hey, it fits

I bet Amanita sometimes just casually steals her wyrm away

Just picks him up with her roots like "I'll be taking that~"

They're so lovely dovey it's nauseating

Even Adamas teases him about her swooping him off his feet

And he can't keep the smile off his face when he talks about her or hide the blush when they tease him so he really can't hide it

Ebur and the tubers also sleep in her den, keep in her tangle of roots.

The others can set up a den as they please

He at first set up a den near her instead of with her but it was literally abandoned on night one

It's his den in spirit

The second his siblings realise its been abandoned and how fast he's getting teased AGAIN

“Shouldve just saved the time and effort and not done that altogether.”

“I didn’t ask you”

Adamas: No, I bet they tried really hard to use that den but really couldn't help themself be apart from her, didn't you?

Ebur: ...grrrr

Adamas: Snrk, seems I got it right

Amanita: you made a separate den from me???

Adamas: case n point

Ebur: Ooooh, God forbid I want to sleep with my partner! You insufferable twats

Adamas: You’re such a fucking sap

Amanita: Oh but they're my sap~ And I think it's so cute~

Gets a collective "Bleh" out of them

The two looking over their tubers playing with Ebur's siblings

Amanita: Oh, these kids are great, I love them so much

Ebur: Mhm

Amanita: We should have more~

Ebur, sputtering: Amanita!

Io: HEY WE HEARD THAT YOU FUCKING WEIRDOS

Amanita: what? You didn’t think I was going to want just one clutch did you love?

Ebur: w-what—

Amanita, curling around him: I have an urge for my seeds to spread my wyrm~

Io, gagging:

Fossor: What the hell, you two

Ebur: Not- not in front of my family, my love...

Io: literally traumatizing. What is wrong with them both

The rest is pretty much just VERY half assed future stuff and this is long enough as is 😐 So like. Yeah.

[eastwindmlk]

118) "S-Stop leaving marks on my neck I have a presentation first thing in the morning." "Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?"

for Jily

please and thank you

(I'm so tempted to send you a dron prompt because that fake title game has not left my mind lol)

Thank you! It is so very them! I'll keep NSFW under the cut! ☺️

Also, do it! The fake title fic will never be written but we can have them get it on 😂

Here is the list!

N.E.W.T.s were fast approaching and Lily had practically moved into the library. Occasionally asking herself, god, and the universe why she decided on seven. She should have been smart about it and done five like most people.

This was one of these nights.

Lily had abused her Head Girl badge for after hours access to the restricted sections where she sat among an excessive amount of books on animagus transformations.

James sitting next to her to make the Head student business excuse a little more believable. His chair balanced on the back two legs while the fluttering of his stolen snitch distracted her from her reading.

"James," she started firmly, biting back a satisfied smirk when his chair immediately landed on all fours. From the corner of her eye she could see him fumble with the gilded orb before pocketing it.

"Yes?" He asked, his tone brimming with curiosity. "Finally giving up and asking for help, Evans?" he taunted, though there was no edge to his voice. He'd been offering to help her with transfiguration for weeks now and she'd been steadfastly declining his offers.

Lily turned her head towards him with a tight-lipped smile. "Would you kindly fucking knock it off with that bloody snitch. It is distracting." Despite the harshness of the words, her voice was gentle, sweet even and so was the smile she offered him.

He met her gaze with a questioning look, his body flexing and arching as he stuffed the golden snitch into his pocket. "Anything else I can do to help?"

She considered for a moment, chewing on the end of her tattered quill. It did not escape her notice that his throat bobbed when his eyes lingered on the action. "Find something that keeps you quiet? Just until I finish this chapter and then we can call it a night!" Lily promised with a pleading smile.

The smirk that spread onto his lips made her heart flutter in a way she had considered discussing with a medical professional because there was no what that was healthy. "I can manage that!"

And so, Lily set back to studying. The room was blissfully quiet, except for the soft scrap of James' chair against the flagstones. She assumed he was going to browse.

Which was fine by her.

Only to feel the heat of his body right behind her, the rolled up cuff of his sleeve visible in her peripheral vision. Something she would rather not think about because it would lead to thinking about the muscles forearms which would do nothing for her concentration. Not that there was much concentration left when she felt him exhale, the hot breath against her skin making the hairs on the back of her head stand on end.

Lily tensed when his lips brushed against the exposed skin along her collar. First barely skimming along before the flat of his tongue dragged along her pulse, which spiked at his touch. His lips followed soon after, then his teeth. He nipped at the skin and she'd suddenly lost the ability to read.

"S-stop leaving marks on my neck. People will notice!" she protested, her voice breaking as teeth scraped along the sensitive skin behind her ear. "I mean it, Potter." She mustered up all her remaining willpower to not melt into him. "I have a presentation first thing after breakfast,' she said like it held any weight at all.

And then. Curse him. James did what James did best. He caused trouble.

He chuckled, the sound moving away from her ear. Curious Lily turned her head to look at him. "What are you doing?" Lily questioned when she noticed him halfway under the desk already.

"You said nothing above the collar. That means I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck, right?

[hanako-kozume]

Ah, who doesn't love a good old Fake-dating and there was only one bed trope? The fanfic classics and I can imagine no better for this than our beloved SakuAtsu ship.

Chaos is truly an underappreciated piece of art.

"What do you want Motoya? I'm at practice," Sakusa grumbled while pressing the door to the locker room open with his shoulder since his hands were occupied with his bag and phone, as well as a water bottle he intended to drink from when his cousin called. Apparently early in the morning when both of them had their respective occupations was the best time for a little chat.

"No, you're on your way to practice. Subtle but important difference." Komori corrected.

"Not really, I'm already here and late. Miya won't let me live this down the whole day."

A small chuckle echoed from the other end of the line. "I know but you still gotta change so just put me on speaker. I have to talk to you."

Sakusa rolled his eyes but obliged. His cousin for sure could be annoying but if he said there was something to talk about he trusted him that it wouldn't be something trivial. "You're lucky that you caught me the one day I'm late. If the others were here I wouldn't—"

"If by day you mean week then sure. You're not as unpredictable as you think, Kiyo. Whenever you're stressed you over-organize stuff until you're so far in the future that you forget the present. Happens every year when family events roll around."

Sakusa scowled at his phone as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Which by the way is exactly what I wanted to talk about." Komori continued.

"There is nothing to talk about. I'm not going." Sakusa insisted.

"You will."

"Why? So that my parents can pretend they have forgotten my coming out yet again and play matchmaker, setting me up with one of the daughters from Mom's friends. Again."

"I'm not saying you're not justified in not going, I'm just saying that you won't. Despite everything I ever tell you, you can't seem to cut ties with them." The libero let out a sigh.

"If you haven't noticed they hold my inheritance and any financial support over my head like a guillotine, ready to be cut off any time. If volleyball doesn't—"

"But it will. Honestly Kiyo, you're doing so well for yourself."

Silence followed his statement as Sakusa wasn't sure what to say to that. He went to the sink to refill his water bottle just to have an excuse to finish the conversation before attending the very job he was putting in jeopardy over this.

"Doesn't matter." Komori continued. "We won't get anywhere like this. I just wanted to say that maybe I have a solution for the matchmaking. I know you hate it."

He did. He really did but any attempt to stop it was a fight against the tide. The flood would come regardless.

He lied about having a boyfriend, it continued. He lied about having a girlfriend, they wanted proof. He had an actual boyfriend, who broke up with him because he couldn't endure his parent's antics anymore. They tried setting him up on dates in front of him.

To say he was tempted by Motoya's suggestion was an understatement.

"I'll take your silence for curiosity. So why don't you get yourself a date?" he suggested.

And here he had gotten his hopes up. "You know how that went the last time."

The pain was far from fresh anymore but he was still upset. It wasn't like he had been the love of his life but he was nice and certainly didn't deserve to be treated like garbage and worst of all Sakusa already had a really hard time finding someone he considered genuinely romantically attractive from which point on most were scared off by his odd nature and germophobia and now the rest was chased away by his family... great, he thought sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I meant. Nothing serious just a fling or it could even be fake. Get someone who can put up with these idiots and warn them." Komori elaborated. "If you want your peace of mind ask a woman, if you want to piss off your parents find a good partner in crime. Personally, that's my favourite option."

"You're clearly overestimating my social skills. How many friends do you think I have who I could ask something like that?"

"Okay, so the fling isn't an option?"

"I won't toy with anyone's emotions like that."

"It's not 'toying with someone's emotions' if the intentions are clear from the get-go and both agree." his cousin protested.

Sakusa knew that. After all, he had several flings throughout his high school years, and shortly after, some just to spite his parents. It was a lame excuse and childish because quite frankly after a few rebounds — just casual stuff nothing serious �� following his previous relationship his parents had ruined, he felt no desire to get involved with anyone for a while.

Not really to his surprise, casual sex wasn't really for him and he indulged in it less and less over the years. It helped that he got more independent and mentally stable as soon as he was away from home.

"As to who, what about 'Miya'?" Sakusa almost choked on air. "If he manages to tick you off so efficiently, your parents should be a piece of cake." He could practically hear the grin in Komori's voice.

"We are not friends." he close to growled, trying to convey the disdain toward Motoya's idea.

The liberi pretend not to hear it. "I'll admit the amount of sexual tension between the two of you is a bit uncommon for platonic relationships but I won't judge and hey, I think you're on a pretty good way," he said encouragingly.

Sakusa's jaw clenched and he felt the distinct desire to reach through the phone and throw something at his cousin. "I have to go to practice now."

"Think about it! You could—" He hung up. The ace placed his phone in his bag, took his water bottle, and quickly hurried out to the others, bowing to his coach in apology as he passed him before joining the others.

Meian acknowledged his lateness with a slight bit of earning protest from Atsumu that he would always get scolded when he was too late, which admittedly didn't happen as often as Sakusa expected — he truly seemed to love his job — bit still on average no one could compare to Sakusa in being on time.

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To make up for being late Sakusa ran a couple of extra laps around the gym after training, unprompted but earning a nod of approval from coach Forster. As such he was last when entering the locker rooms again, catching a few snippets of a very interesting conversation.

"I'm telling you, Bo, there is something between Omi-san and Tsumu. I'd bet on it." Hinata whispered, which meant the whole team could hear.

"No way, Tsum-Tsum for sure would have told us if that was the case!" Bokuto added. He was certainly the only one who was even worse than Hinata at controlling the volume of his voice.

"Don't you see how they look at each other sometimes?!" the smaller insisted.

At each other? He didn't think he glanced at the blonde any longer than necessary on and off the court.

"I'm kinda with Bokuto in this one," Thomas chimed in. "Atsumu is such a show-off. He wouldn't have shut up about it if—"

"If what?" The person in question joined the conversation. "You know it's not nice to talk about propel behind their back." Apparently, he had just left the showers while the others were already changing into normal clothes again.

"Is there something between you and our favourite germaphobe?" Inunaki asked him directly.

"Who? Omi? Nah, but I'm sure he likes me." he said in his typical confident tone and Sakusa rolled his eyes, though he was sure Atsumu didn't mean it in a romantic way.

"As friends or—?" Hinata questioned.

"Of course, as friends. I'm not even sure he likes men."

"Dude, you're blind." Thomas laughed and Sakusa heard a rustling as he shouldered his back.

"Yeah, though I think you'd be too annoying for him. Even as friends. Sorry, Tsumu." Inunaki added nonchalantly.

"Huh?! Who are you calling annoying!? I bet he likes me!"

"Sure, let's say ten bucks?" the white-haired suggested.

"You're on!"

From the corner, Sakusa heard the not-so-quiet mumbling of Bokuto and Hinata making their own bets about whether they'd end up together.

Sakusa leaned against the wall of lockers separating them exasperated and contemplating his options. Maybe, just maybe, Motoya wasn't so wrong. And now he had something he could offer Atsumu in return, his pride. He was fairly certain Miya would do a fair deal for that.

He walked in, knowing that waiting any longer would come off as weird — if it wasn't already — and went straight to the showers. He knew he would have the chance to catch Atsumu afterwards before he left. He was always the last to leave while Sakusa was usually the first. The only reason he noticed were days like these when he was late in the morning.

True to his expectations once he returned Atsumu was still there slowly dressing himself.

"I heard about the bet." he started after the last of the others had left.

He said it as nonchalantly as possible while putting the towel aside and putting on his neatly folded clothes. Atsumu flinched and made an unintelligent noise of being caught.

"I'm sorry Omi, it was just a silly little... If you prefer I'll cancel it. Not that there is much use to it now anyway."

Sakusa watched him struggle and waited until his blabbering subsided before he continued. "Not necessary."

The blonde looked up surprised.

"I actually wanted to suggest a deal that might be beneficial for the both of us."

Atsumu's eyes narrowed in suspicion and Sakusa had the slight hunch that he didn't want to know what was going on in his head at that very moment. So he quickly resumed talking. "My parents plan a family get-together for this weekend. They are quite conservative, not to say outright homophobic, and always try to match me with some random girl so Motoya suggested I bring a date to stop them. "And preferably annoy them a bit. Since I know no one more annoying than you..." he explained.

Atsumu raised his brows before his typical smug smirk spread on his face that made him look somewhere between punch and kissable. "So ya want me to be yet date Omi-Omi?"

"Fake-date" he was quick to clarify.

"Sure, right. Because you don't actually like men."

"I like men, just not idiots like you."

Atsumu's eyes grew round in surprise. He was shocked, so much so that he almost forgot to be offended by the last part. He pouted. "And what do I get from that? I don't particularly fancy ya taking jabs at me for the whole weekend. I don't really have a thing for humiliation." he grinned as Sakusa almost choked and struggled to keep his composure, while his cheeks burnt red and he glared at the setter.

Deep breaths. This was exactly why he was perfect for this.

"This. You can be your full-on obnoxious self the whole weekend, flirt with me as aggressively as you like with no holding back and piss off some conservative assholes in the process. I know that that is one of your favourite hobbies."

Atsumu grinned wildly, almost feral and Sakusa just knew he'd be in for a wild ride if the blonde agreed. Letting him run free was a dangerous calculation for Kiyoomi's dignity and just hoped he would get to enjoy his parent's sour expression without getting too flustered and before he died of embarrassment.

"And you win the bet," he added finally.

The clear, joyous laugh of the setter echoed through the room and from the walls as he held his sides, as though Sakusa had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard, irritating the spiker further.

"You got a deal, Darling." the blonde grinned.

"Save the pet names for the weekend, Miya." He quickly rushed to get out before Atsumu could see the blush blossoming on his cheeks, rapidly rising in intensity. Pray to the gods that he'd survive this one.

[mageofseven]

Hello my friend! Would it be too much trouble to ask me for an Obey Me match??

Name: Mochi

Gender: female (she/her)

Sexuality: pansexual

MBTI: infp

Zodiac: Libra

Personality: Shy at first and generally quiet, but ambiverted and love to be around my chosen family. Naive and gullible but I put up a tough front and I'm very book smart. Love to have philosophical and deep conversations. I'm awkward but charming (at least I like to think so) and while I'm generally cheery and pleasant I can get a bit moody, and tend to be sensitive. Honesty and communication are very important to me. Also, very nerdy and indoorsy

I hope thats enough info!!

Okay first off: Yay!!!! Another INFP Libra 🥰

Secondly, your information is a bit on the small side, but I think I might be able to scrape something up for ya~

Okay so your MBTI: INFP (just like me 🤭)

This means your function stack is FiNeSiTe or more simply, FiNe.

Your primary function is Introverted Feeling. This means you lead your life asking questions like

"How would this make me feel?"

"Does this decision match up with the morals/values that I hold dearly?"

And overall, you are a person who does a lot of reflection, both on yourself and the state of the world.

This is supported by your auxiliary function, Extraverted iNtuition. This helps you find patterns, form connections, and overall see many possibilities. This function serves your Fi and collects information for it to process.

For your sun sign, Libra, it shows you are indecisive, friendly, and fair. You aim to be diplomatic and kind to all you meet, but at your lowest you can be codependent, impatient, and fragile.

We Libras are ruled by Venus, the planet that governs love, beauty, and money; this leads us to generally be artistic and enjoy both creating and admiring art in various forms.

We are a cardinal sign, meaning we can do great at taking initiatives, but our indecision also stops us in our own tracks. We need to learn to trust our own intuition instead of always pausing our efforts to look at other perspectives.

All of this info, including the others you listed above, bring a few things to mind.

You need a s/o who can accept you at your core. You feel deeply and think deeply and you need someone who can appreciate that about you.

You need someone who will respect you and not let anyone take advantage of your gullible nature while also not becoming frustrated with you about it.

There are a few Boys who come to mind for you with this information and with so little, I can't truly say any of them are wrong for you.

However, there is one name that has been extra persistent in my mind for you. Because of this

I pair you with...

Solomon

Honestly, I just think this man checks all of the boxes in the strongest way possible.

He'd love your deep thinking ways, something he wishes he saw in more people.

Soli would find your sensitive and gullible nature to be too tempting and would have plenty of fun in teasing you; never far enough to hurt your feelings, but always enough to bring a cute blush to your cheeks.

Most importantly, he would protect you from those who wish to use those traits to hurt you. This man has been alone for a very long time and therefore is very protective of those he loves. No one would risk taking advantage of these traits of yours that the sorcerer finds so beautiful because they'd have to deal with him if they even thought about it.

Honestly, I don't think Solomon let's other see his philosophical side a lot, but I know he has it; he has lived for thousands of years and has an insatiable curiosity for this world. To me, it would be strange if he never asked or pondered the big questions in life and I truly believe you would find such conversations with him to be fulfilling and mentally stimulating.

I'll admit, Solomon might have an issue opening up to you at first. He's lived for so long, experienced so many terrible things (some that he no longer remembers well, but still feels their affects to this day).

He's not someone who would lie to his little Minx, but I think he would dodge your questions for a while till he truly starts to feel safe with you.

Solomon is someone I can see loving you completely to your core. He has his issues, yes, but you have this magical way of breaking his walls down.

He loves you for your heart, mind, and soul and will appreciate who you are the most out of all of the Boys.

[lythea-creation]

Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: emotional abuse

word count: 1.012

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My social media was more successful than ever. Every time I checked on Shams' or Omar's phone it was bursting with views, likes and comments.

There were also some messages from worried followers who were asking if I was alright because of my dad. It was strange to think about it like that honestly. Of course, my relationship with my dad had always been pretty strict, but I had never considered him as abusive like some people were putting it.

Nevertheless I was freaking out when he showed up in the principals office after all. One look at him was enough to show me that I had fucked up.

“I'm taking you home right now”, he decided.

“Mr. (l/n). Can we please talk about this first?”, Miss Farida intervened.

“There's nothing to talk about”, he remarked.

Now I was absolutely frightened. My dad had been mad at me before, but something about this was different than the other times.

Miss Farida seemed to notice my state because she was desperately trying to make my dad talk to her.

“I'm not discussing this”, dad insisted.

“Dad, please”, I begged him.

“Come on”, he demanded. “Don't make a fool of yourself!”

When I did not stand up to follow him, he pulled me up by my arm.

I took one last glance at Miss Farida before I was dragged out of her office.

My dad did not utter a word until we were home. But there he did not even care to lower his voice.

“What the hell were you thinking?”, he yelled at me as soon as he had closed the door behind us. “Do you have any idea what you've done? My co-workers asked me about your video. I read the comments, too. People are suspecting that I'm abusing you. Have you wasted at least a thought on how this is affecting me? What all of this means for our reputation?”

He knew about my video. The video I had poured all my heart into. And all he cared about was his reputation. Maybe those people were right after all.

“Have you lost your voice all of a sudden? Alright then. This is going to have consequences. You need to do another video where you're denying everything you said in the other one”, he expected.

“I won't do that”, I proposed.

“You don't exactly have a choice”, he clarified.

“You can't force me”, I reminded him.

“You won't get to see your friends then. I'll take you out of school, too”, he threatened me.

“You'll do all of that anyway. It doesn't matter what I do now”, I assumed. “I'm going to my room.”

He was too shocked to stop me.

I actually stayed in my room until the door bell rang the next day. Food had not been tempting, but now my curiosity was taking the upper hand.

“What are you doing here?”, my dad wondered.

I was watching the whole scene from behind the wall, not recognizing the woman at our front door either.

“Can I come in, please?”, she requested.

“Now isn't a good time”, dad attempted getting rid of her.

But she was persistent. “I think now is the perfect time actually”, she proclaimed and simply entered the house.

She was scanning the room, spotting me before I could hide.

“Hey, (f/n)! I've been dying to meet you”, she confessed. “Sorry I didn't show up before. But I watched your videos and your life appeared so perfect. I didn't wanna risk ruining it, you know. Oh, almost forgot to introduce myself! I'm Samira. Your aunt.”

“You're my mom's sister?”, I reassured, approaching her cautiously.

“Exactly”, she confirmed. “Do you mind talking in private a bit?”

“Not at all. We could go to my room”, I suggested.

“You're not the one making the decisions”, dad interfered.

But Samira did not bother to react and instead encouraged me to show my room to her.

She closed the door behind her and sat down on the chair at my desk.

“I'm sorry, (f/n)”, she noted. “If I had known how your father is treating you I would have shown up way earlier.”

“Sorry, but I'm kinda lost”, I admitted.

“I only heard snippets of it in your video. Can you tell me more about your relationship with him, please?”

At first I was taken off guard by her blunt question, but I figured it would not do any harm to tell her the truth.

At the end of my story she was close to crying.

“Your dad's abusing you, (f/n)”, she concluded.

“What? No, he isn't. He never hit me or anything”, I pointed out.

“That's not the only way of abuse”, Samira enlightened me. “The way he's treating you. He's manipulating you … harming you emotionally. That isn't anything you should have to go through.”

“It's always been like that”, I recalled.

“That doesn't justify anything. Look … I know I'm basically a stranger to you. But I loved my sister more than anyone in the whole world and it's breaking my heart to see her daughter suffer like that. I want to get you out of here. But that's only working out if you want that, too”, she explained.

“What do you mean by that?”, I inquired.

“I want you to live with me”, she clarified. “You don't have to answer right away. I understand that you need time to process this.”

“No, I … Do I get to see my friends and stay at my school?”, I wondered.

“I'd have to move for that. But if that's what's making you happy I'm willing to do that”, she considered.

“What about dad? I don't think he'll let that happen”, I assumed.

“We can force him. If you play along we can threaten to get the police and lawyers involved. He doesn't want publicity like that”, she suggested. “So what do you say?”

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[autumn-foxfire]

Prompt 45) "Where are you from exactly?" from (x)

"Where are you from exactly?"

Izaya was a curious man, a very curious man who was very curious about humanity. That was why he was always fascinated when he met up with these types of people, those who post online about their fantasies of ending their life and yet kept secrets from those who they share their desires with like they actually cared about the life they had wish away just moments prior.

He knew he current subject of interest was not from Ikebukuro, nor was he from any of the surrounding towns and cities. It had immediately caught his interest that all of his attempts to look up the man had resulted in nothing but a wild goose chase, he was like a ghost, someone who had just blinked into existence that very day and yet here he was messaging Izaya about how much he wished for the embrace of death.

The man gave Izaya an impish smile, "I'm originally from Yokohoma," he answered simply, "However I've been travelling around Japan these past couple of months."

Izaya hummed as his mind buzzed with ideas and possibilities of the man and his life that had ultimately lead him to be standing next to Izaya beside a bridge he was intending to jump off.

There was something very different about this man than the others Izaya had met in this very scenario. Many of the humans he had met with before had been anxious about the meet up, skittish about taking their own lives even though they had gone into a great amount of detail with Izaya about their suicidal thoughts just hours prior over text.

This man however carried with him a sense of calmness that he had yet to encounter with any of the others. He looked over the side of the bridge almost wistfully, as if he was about to meet an old friend and not the hard concrete lying below.

It fasinated Izaya to no end.

The man was a mystery and Izaya was eager to pull back his layers until he found what made the man tick.

"This isn't your first attempt," Izaya guessed, eyeing the bandages wrapped around the man's neck and wrists.

"Not at all," the man sighed almost dramatically, like he was discussing the weather and not suicide, "My endeavor for a quick and painless death that inconveniences no one has so far been in vain however when I saw your tempting offer of a double suicide, I couldn't resist."

He turned to Izaya and looked him up and down, "I'll admit, I've always dreamed to die in the arms of a woman however beggers can't be choosers and every woman I've asked so far has rejected my offer."

Izaya couldn't stop the scoff that left his lips as a disappointment flood him, "It's always the same with you people," he complained as he collapsed against the railing of the bridge, "You want a 'quick and painless' death, an impossible feat regardless of how much you think otherwise," he drawled, "Even if you pop a bunch of pills and drift off in your sleep, someone is bound to find your body eventually, jump off this bridge and you'll be another stain on the pavement, an inconvenience to the people who have to clean up your worthless corpse when they inevitably find you."

Izaya has said a variation of this speech countless of times and is usually met with anger from the recipient yet just as Izaya let the disappointment roll over him, the man did the unexpected.

He laughed.

It wasn't the manic laugh of a man losing his mind. No, it was a laugh that spoke of it's agreement with Izaya's words. He perked up and looked over at the man.

"I'm well aware, Orihara-san," the man eventually replied and Izaya stiffened and went on guard.

He narrowed his eyes, "You know who I am," he said. He never used his real name during these internet conversations but he was also aware his reputation often proceeded him. This was an unexpected outcome but not an unwelcome one. It just fueled Izaya's curiosity once more.

"Of course," the man replied with a simple smile, "Izaya Orihara, 21 years old, an accomplished information broker known for his many dealings from upper class business men or Yakuza-" he paused and scrunched up his nose "-though from my experience those two tend to be the same people."

Izaya couldn't stop the shark-like grin that spread across his lips, "My my, it seems like you might be interested in taking my job," he joked, "You're becoming more and more interesting the longer I speak with you, Osamu Dazai."

The man, Dazai, returned the grin with one of his own, "I feel the same way."

[lunaetis]

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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 " hmph. i suppose he has quite a pretty face, so he's a sight to look at. once he opens his mouth, however, it drops right down to one. " Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 " i was tempted to give a 1 or a 0 if that's available, but given how he does have a few valid reasons to be how he is, i'll settle with this. it's not like he was taught proper how to behave. if he stops trying to harm innocent people, i'll raise the score. " Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 " does interest count as attraction ? there's something about him that makes me unable to tear my eyes away. not sure if that's attraction or simple curiosity, but i'm intrigued. " Would they date them: yes | hell no | maybe " why would i — he'd sooner wrap his hands around my neck than hold me lovingly, don't you think ? what makes you think he would even want to — actually does he even know what dating is ? " Favorite thing about them: " as much as he rubs me the wrong way from the beginning, and how it does not improve the more we have encountered each other, his will to live is something i admire. to never give up despite being discarded, despite having fallen from grace, despite the losses and everything. to still have that fire burning and refusing to disappear, that's something i respect greatly. " Least favorite thing about them: " he's violent, temperamental, condescending, lacking empathy. he looks down on humans and other beings, thinks of himself as superior, has little care to those he deems unworthy, even going as far as calling them worthless. his obsession to become a god, his unwillingness to let go, his stubbornness to accept defeat. need i go on ? "

[mauvecardigans]

i started reading "bid time return" in june because a) i love the movie, and b) didn't realize it was based on a novel.

i was really excited to dig into it! like, tempted to take it out of my bag and start reading it while we were still wandering around doing tourist stuff. i was so aware of the little paperback gently stuffed into the pocket at the front of my bag, safely separate from a fellow traveler's lunch leftovers, but just far enough away from me that i would tug on the straps of the backpack to keep it as far away from the crowds as i could. this little, recent, renamed edition of a novel from 1975 had all my attention the entire day -- the tours, the views, the kitsch that followed couldn't hope to compete.

i started reading in june, and had already forgotten i had started by july.

i began again -- when? i don't remember. at some point, i picked it up again, hoping to kill two birds with one stone: create a nice bedtime ritual away from my phone, and get back into reading (and back into the book). i made it as far as richard's trip back, putting me tantalizingly close to the midpoint of the novel. and, in a book formatted as entries rather than chapters -- not epistolary, but similar in effect -- this is a natural pausing point, a clean break in the narration (and possibly our hero's sanity).

and so i forgot again. even knowing he would succeed, and without meaning to do so, i left richard in limbo, waiting to see where, when, he would wake.

i picked up the book again a week or two ago, again wanting to read, needing the habit, hoping to kill those same two birds that have been flittering about for far too long. and after sixty-four pages, i have finally passed the middle, my bookmark undeniably closer to the end than to the beginning. richard is moving, so slowly toward his goal, so inexorably toward his fate.

i picked up the book and put it down again after sixty-four pages.

because now, it's real. by finally discovering and opening the book, i started richard on his journey this time. i encouraged his curiosity to become his interest to become his obsession. i helped him find a way, i willed him through. and eventually, with the gift and curse of knowing how it ends, i will have to pull him back. no matter how many times i stop reading, how long it takes, how badly i wish i could change the ending, i will have to play the bad guy and read the words to finish his story and his life.

the movie hurts. the movie is beautiful, and beautifully acted. and it hurts, because seeing richard and elise's fate play out and knowing it's inevitable is always painful.

the novel is agonizing. it's one thing to see it. it's another to be inside richard's head and fall into step with him.

i almost wish, in an ironic and thematically-appropriate way, that i could go back and read this before i knew anything about the movie. i wish i could have discovered this story sight unseen and been blindsided. i'm going to cry over this book. i know this and i accept this. but i wish i weren't on the verge of tears in mere anticipation of what is still more than a hundred pages away.

i don't think i'll read tonight.

maybe tomorrow.

maybe i'll finish the book by next june.