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eboni-napalm · 2 months ago
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𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝 -- [𝟙]
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SUMMARY: You've always been drawn to him, even when you knew you shouldn't be. But time passed, situations changed. You found yourself in his presence more often. Welcoming it. Craving it, even. And despite the burning, screaming sensation in the back of your head telling you that everything about this was so very wrong... ...you'd be a fool to deny that what your heart wanted was so very right.
aka; the five times when your nerves couldn't accept The Ring General's advances, and the one time where you finally embraced them. --CHAPTERS: [1] (you are here!) - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5]
WORD COUNT: 3,489
WARNINGS: None for this chapter.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not sorry. I had to. This has been a long time coming,  I just needed to have my motivation come back properly so I could finally get off my ass and write something for this man because good LORD, I am in love and I am a whore.
TAGLIST: @eringobragh420 || @void-detective || @moonlight1254 (If you'd like to be added to be informed of future chapters, please let me know!)
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The first time you truly met him in person, face to face, your heart was already racing a mile a minute- but not because of his presence.
You'd been aware of his existence for a number of years now- after all, with where you came from when you started wrestling, who wouldn't? The man formerly known as WALTER, now going by Gunther, was a man personified by years of discipline and grit, molded by pride and prestige, dripping with power and dominance. And while you never actually had the opportunity to cross paths with him directly, you'd heard from enough of your coworkers in NXT (and its UK subdivision that you had been a part of before the two merged together) to know just how much of an intimidating threat he was in the ring as well as outside of it. The very thought of even locking eyes with him on pure accident alone made you nervously swallow the lump that formed in your throat every time it came up.
But never in your nearly three decades of living could you have ever imagined what would happen when that day finally arrived.
Your time in the developmental brand had come to an end- meaning, you'd been one of the few sought-after people that the main roster had their eyes on, and you had been called up to RAW in the draft alongside your long-time best friend, Ilja Dragunov. The two of you became fast friends during both of your stints in NXT, each reigning as the top of your respective divisions with simultaneous Championship runs that only ended due to your inevitable rise to bigger and better opportunities. The Mad Dragon was the first name called from the list of your coworkers' names; you remember smiling from ear to ear as he grabbed your face and planted a firm kiss on your cheek before rising up from his seat and approaching Shawn after the initial shock had worn off. It didn't take too much more time before your name was announced as the next call-up, covering your mouth in elation as your dearest companion wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave your bicep a squeeze in congratulations. And so, the two of you made your first appearance the next Monday night together, you trying as hard as possible to hide the metaphorical stars twinkling in your eyes- especially after finding out that both of you would be competitors in the respective King and Queen of the Ring tournaments. 
Somebody need to pinch you, you had to be dreaming.
You watched on with a broad smile as Ilja waltzed through a near Match of the Year contender bout with Ricochet, cheering louder than nearly everyone else in the back with you when he picked up the victory. Not quite an hour later, you'd done the same over Shayna Baszler, surprisingly pinning the Queen of Spades after a grueling match of your own. Riding the high of your first victory, you wanted to be as close to the action of your best friend's match as possible- and so, you found yourself accompanying him to his backstage interview about what was to come with his next match against Jey Uso. While you were clad in just a simple black tank top and skinny jeans, Ilja was in his full regalia; fur-trimmed red and gold cloak, white ring gear, and all. Just hearing him speak in his always present passionate and fiery yet elegant manner always brought a smile to your face.
And just as he was about to reach the pinnacle of his declarations for victory, you felt the air around you shift. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and an unconscious shiver shot up your spine. Then, you swore you sensed something- or rather, someone- standing close by. Very close by.
Immediately, you turned your head to the right, and you had to seriously fight the widening of your eyes at the person you saw next to you.
It was him.
Not quite a foot taller than you, short brown hair in a crisp crew-cut style, broad shoulders, the soft aroma of a simultaneously sweet and musky cologne dancing languidly with your sense of smell to the point where it nearly made your head spin. You caught yourself staring longer than you should have at him; more specifically, his arms- hugged beautifully flush by the sleeves of a tight, navy blue shirt to the point where you wouldn't blame yourself for thinking that the cotton material appeared painted on his skin from a distance. Head held high, but not too high- he blurred the line between arrogance and confidence so well that you weren't quite certain which one to describe him as, even though he had the skills and ability to back up said confidence or arrogance. Chiseled jawline, strong and sharp; it accented the rest of his features perfectly. You could see the low glint in his deep hazel eyes, which appeared to be narrowed ever so slightly, though it probably only looked that way with the angle his head was tilted to stare at your best friend- who had since now noticed his presence as well, boring defiantly into his gaze with a furrowed brow and tightened jaw. When the Mad Dragon's breathing became slightly more audible through his nostrils, you slowly moved into both of their lines of sight, resting a hand on the your long-time best friend's shoulder before you too, finally met the taller man's gaze, and your heart skipped at beat.
Gunther had also entered the King of the Ring Tournament; in fact, he was the first one to declare himself for it, and you knew for a fact that he was one of the immediate favorites to win the entire thing. However, the only thing that could keep him from making it all the way to the Finals without struggle or outright fail was one person- and that was Ilja. You were there in person for both of their bouts for the NXT UK Championship back during the pandemic era, and to this day, those matches still live vividly in your head. There was not a single doubt in your mind that Ilja was still the only person in the company that truly gave the leader of Imperium a run for his money every time he stepped foot in the ring... but even so, even with Ilja's unbreakable will and unmatched tenacity, he wasn't invincible. For the one man who could also beat him down was right in front of him-
And now he was staring at you.
The weight of his gaze eyeing you up in any capacity made your breath hitch and you mentally kicked yourself for having that reaction. The longer your eyes stayed locked on each other, the more you were able to deduce the look he was giving you- the Ring General seemed to be taking in your appearance, that much was for sure, but... he wasn't looking down at you. He wasn't perceiving you as an immediate threat, but also not some sort of nuisance, either. In fact, he seemed to almost be... studying you. Remembering you. Even though you'd never truly, formally met until this very moment. You knew him. He knew you. 
And then, the ends of his mouth curved upwards in what seemed to be a mix of a smirk and a smile, a soft exhale disguised as a chuckle escaping him. 
You hated the fact that the respective sight and sound made your cheeks flush pink with a vast flux of emotions. Annoyance, embarrassment, attraction- you inwardly smacked yourself upside the head at the very inclination of the thought, unconsciously digging your nails into the palm of your hand to stop yourself from letting even an ounce of that sensation come back to you. Stop. None of that.
Only then did his gaze fall back to Ilja, and with a slow, curt nod, he finally turned and walked away. 
The breath that you hadn't realized you had been holding finally fell past your lips in a heavy sigh, your shoulders finally relaxing as the handsome blonde man to your left moved to gently pat your back. "We should probably start collecting ourselves while we have the chance," he spoke, his gentle voice immediately calming and soothing the ringing in your ears. "My main event match isn't for another two bouts, but I'm sure both of us would want me to be fully ready for tonight."
With a smile, you nodded back at him with a nod of affirmation, following him back to your shared locker room for the last-minute preparations. But while you appeared back to your usual self on the outside, one nagging, lingering thought that still remained in the back of your head just wouldn't go away.
He was even more handsome in person.
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The first time you were able to speak to him one-on-one, you nearly wanted to disappear into the floor after the words you said left your mouth.
It was a somewhat unfortunate circumstance that led up to that particular day- Ilja had lost his match to Jey, putting on the fight of his life as he always did, but luck just wasn't on his side. You, on the other hand, were almost certain there was a guardian angel smiling down on you for the last two weeks, for you had managed to get the best of Iyo Sky with a submission win in your Quarterfinals match, and somehow even won your Semifinals match against the incredible Lyra Valkyria, pulling out a pinfall victory over her by the skin of your teeth. However, even someone as strong and technically gifted as yourself couldn't put a stop to the woman fittingly dubbed, 'The Irresistible Force', and Nia Jax had ended your early winning streak with surprising authority, bringing your dreams of becoming Queen of the Ring to a violent, screeching halt.
To no one's surprise, especially your own, Gunther had also made it to the Finals for the men's bracket without much struggle or doubt- and of course, he emerged victorious over everyone else, and despite the controversy that hovered over his victory (which you secretly chose to ignore), could now rightfully call himself King of the Ring.
You'd been sitting backstage watching the remainder of the event with a few others, having finally shed your head-to-toe ring gear ensemble (you understood the laws and restrictions for women's clothing coverage in Saudi Arabia, but still weren't a fan of them either way) and changed into a much more comfortable look of a mesh-sleeved bodysuit and flowy silk pants to let your skin breathe and get some much needed fresh air while still fitting in with the dress code. When the man in previous mention stood tall after his match with Randy Orton, crown held high as the celebratory pyro exploded in a dancing flurry of bright red and gold fireworks, you almost found yourself wanting to applaud him- but stopped yourself at the last minute, not wanting to risk having several sets of possibly questioning and judgmental eyes on you if you did so.
When the show had concluded and everyone else had begun to disperse to gather their bags and other belongings, you found yourself lingering around in one of the backstage hallways, almost as if taking your time before you too went to grab your suitcase. The pure instinct to just not follow the others immediately to the rental vehicles to head back to the resort hotel and stay where you were- you yourself knowing full well why you had remained there- infuriated you, made you feel stupid, made you feel almost physically sick. 
Were you actually doing this? Resorting to this tactic just to get a single glimpse of a man who, despite knowing who you were, quite possibly wouldn't bother to give you the time of day? 
You were pulled from your self-deprecating thoughts by the sound of footsteps echoing against the small metal staircase that was attached to the entrance back in Gorilla, turning your head just in time for your stomach to leap up into your throat at the sight of the Ring General emerging from the curtains. His breathing was steady but still somewhat labored, a thin sheen of perspiration painted on his skin, which almost seemed to glow under the hallway lights. His familiar trademark trench coat was slung over one arm, the golden crown that signified his victory being held in the other, and a small white cloth was slung over his shoulders. You watched as he slowed his pace and came to a stop by a currently unused equipment case, placing the coat and crown on top of it before pausing to run the cloth over his damp hair and face, his lips falling open slightly with a long exhale. 
God forbid you'd admit out loud that the sight of that made your pulse drum against your throat.
After he'd dried off his shoulders, forearms, and most of his upper chest, he gently placed the cloth back around his neck, an arm reaching out to grab the coat before he started walking back down the hall, and only then you realized- most likely by accident, he'd left the crown.
You took the chance.
Removing yourself from your spot against the wall, you strode towards the abandoned cargo container, gingerly picking the golden object up in your hands- realizing that it was much heavier than it looked- and taking only a split second to eye it up before you nervously turned and followed the tall man in a brisk walk, hoping to catch up with him in time. Compared to his, your footsteps were much lighter and more quiet, as well as not quite able to match his pace, and you knew you wouldn't be able to reach him by simply trailing after him alone. And so, you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, screwing your eyes shut for a moment before you opened your mouth.
"Gunther!"
The sound of your voice calling out his name finally made him stop and turn around, locking eyes with your smaller, pretty frame as you too, froze in place. For what seemed like an hour but was maybe no more than a couple of seconds, the air around you was unbearably quiet, comparable to a thick fog that clouded your brain as he stared at you with that familiar intense hazel gaze that you first saw not even three weeks ago. The way his skin still seemed to shine under the soft glare of the lights on the ceiling, the definition of the muscles of his bare arms more visible because of it, a single bead of sweat trickling down the outline of his strong collarbone, to his chest, and further down... down... down...
Attempting to ease and lift the lingering silence, you allowed a small smile to grace your lips, holding the crown out to him with one hand and did your best to let your body relax as you spoke with a lightly cheeky tone. "You dropped this, King."
Your comment seemed to do the trick; the Austrian's broad shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as his mouth curved into an almost invisible smirk and approached you with slow footsteps until he was just over a foot away from you, reaching to take the golden object from your hand in an uncharacteristically gentle manner. "Ah, thank you," he mused in response, and you had to steady yourself at the sound of his accent-laced baritone voice reaching your ears in such close proximity; it was heavy and smooth, laced with the faintest hint of an exhausted rasp that made your senses go haywire. He caught you staring- possibly thinking it was the crown, from what you wanted to assume- and he brought it back into your line of sight as it rested in his hands. "Pretty, isn't it?" He asked you, his voice somewhat hushed as his gaze met yours once again.
He wasn't wrong. Now that you were able to have the chance to truly take in the beauty of the King of the Ring trophy in its full glory, your eyes lit up at the blinding gleam of the solid gold crown, accented by a seemingly endless arrangement of small clear and gold crystals that surrounded the base and sparkled with the mirrored vibrancy of nearly a thousand rainbows. The curves toward the top were accented with more white crystals, and beautifully cut diamonds that were about the size of your small, perfectly manicured nails were inlaid at the tips. On top of that, a gold engraving of the WWE company logo was pressed perfectly into the center of the crown on both sides. You couldn't deny it was absolutely breathtaking.
Gently, almost in a feather touch, you ran two digits along one of the curved tips, the gold metal cool and smooth under your fingers. "I suppose this means you'll also be calling yourself the King General now, right?" You asked him in not quite a whisper, your smile still small but very much visible as you lifted your head up to face him better, not wanting to admit that you were aware of just how almost flirtatious your words sounded.
In response, Gunther's smirk widened slightly and he let out a breathy chuckle, as if matching your unconsciously coy energy. "Perhaps I might," he responded, the whites of his teeth visible as he grinned at you. "It's certainly fitting. But, let's be honest-" with a pause, he raised the crown up and gestured to it with his other hand in a subdued flourish. "I don't need this to add to my status, I already know for a fact that I'm the best."
There it was again; that blurred line between confidence and cockiness that was a significant part of his character. Still, you tilted your head slightly to the right, one eyebrow raised as the smile still remained on your face. "So sure of yourself," you murmured, a hint of good-natured sarcasm present in your tone.
Your words weren't replied to immediately like before, but you knew for certain that you wouldn't have the last word in this conversation. You blinked, and then realized that he was closer to you than he had been before, having lessened the gap of space between where you both stood by about half a foot, leaning down and forward to where you were in a position where you could brush your arm against his if you moved even an inch. The scent of his skin, mixed with his natural aroma and the familiar hints of sandalwood and something else that was so significantly him making you so wonderfully light-headed the longer you remained in his presence. "Oh, believe me, hübsches Dame," his voice had lowered in volume but had now taken on a somewhat darker tone, dripping with intrigue and enticement that made you simultaneously shrink back but also lean in to meet him all at once, his smirk widening in response to your body's instincts as he moved in to barely- just barely- grazed the shell of your ear with his lips as he whispered to you. "If there's one thing I'm certain you will know come to know very well about me, if you don't already... I am always sure of myself."
With that, he slowly, finally pulled back from where he stood and took a step back, but not before giving you one more confident smirk and accenting it with a slow wink before he turned away and walked down the hall, turning to round the corner towards his designated locker room and disappearing from sight.
Eyes fluttering closed with a shudder, you let out a long breath that you hadn't even realized you had been holding, one of your hands shooting up to touch at the side of your face he was so, so very close to as the other grabbed a fistful of your bodysuit where your heart would be, feeling it thud wildly against your chest. For several minutes, you were stuck in place, feeling glued to the floor from that interaction- as short as it was, Gunther had left such an impact on you and your state of mind that you knew for a fact he would be talking to you more often.
You felt your blood running hot through your veins, knowing that it wasn't just that fact combined with the Saudi summer heat that made sure you would need an ice cold shower tonight.
It was one other thing. One specific bit from the last sentence he spoke that wouldn't leave you, no matter how hard you tried to force it to go away.
He called you pretty.
And that was the most damning thing of all.
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-- (1. hübsches Dame - pretty girl/pretty lady.)
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ardbar · 9 months ago
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You! You get it!! They keep the Pros mad and the Noobs, not because they hate the Noobs too, but because they need the Pros to Fear What Could Be. I wonder how often a Pro falls and their former neighbors look at them with terror, thinking, "that could have been me." But it comes out as angry words towards their once friend. Their friend knows that it is fear they speak with, not anger, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
As for the Masters, I wonder if they even Know beyond Theory. Like yeah, they know it isn't great on the Noob level. But they don't ever go down that far. They don't know that they're only given raw meat to eat and they have to risk their lives to do so, they don't know that the education system is Literally Nonexistent, they don't know that a Noob's life span is not counted in decades like theirs, or years like the Pros, or even in months, but in weeks. In days. They don't know that the average life span for them is only a few weeks.
This is not willful ignorance, not fully. They have never been down that far. They have never even considered the possibility that something could be that wrong, because surely the Champion wouldn't ever allow anything to get that bad, right? After all, he says that the Noobs are fine and it's dangerous to go down that far anyways. They don't have the safety blanket of the Pro Level if they miss a jump.
Just like with Evbo, how can they possible ask for an answer to a question they do not know exists?
But Evbo is the champion now and even when he was only a master, he shone light on what was happening down there. He claims that when he left he was considered not just an elder, but *ancient*. They ask how old he is, thinking he must be nearing 100 or 200, but he simply replies, "I am five years old."
OOO it would have been really cool to see people actually rank down and see how others view that. I wonder if there would be any sympathy, or if they would blame the fallen person. If they had been good enough they would never have fallen, they should have just done better.
Also your point about the master's I think is very interesting. It is personally not something I have given too much thought to until now so please forgive me if my points aren't as thought out as they could be. I really like how you describe the master's just being ignorant of the life in the noob level, they only have passing knowledge of it. But I also think this would be true of their knowledge of the pro level as well. While we don't know exactly how long the champion before Evbo had taken over for we can assume it's a decent amount of time because the system seems pretty set in stone with very few people fighting against it. What this means is a majority of the people on the master level were probably placed there by Seawatt and his whole memory lab thing. It was also mentioned that Master's almost never go down to the pro level. I think they would create an ignorance of not only the noob level but of the entire system. I think this would also really parallel how out of touch rich people but specifically how people born into the with wealthy are.
I think this adds an extra layer of it because it would make it so the masters are just as much a victim of this system even if it does benefit them. Many of them may look down on the pros, and noobs but they still do believe that through hard work it is possible for new members to join their ranks. Their actions aren't malicious they have just never been given a reason to not trust the system. Its the same reason old people say oh if you set aside x amount of money you can buy a house easily. That is there lived experience they can't comprehend this changing. At best masters have a basic understanding of the pro level and since everything is relatively normal there they have no reason to wonder what the noob level is like.
Also I love the whole, "I'm 5" line that would be super intertesing to see someone do something with that.
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momolady · 1 year ago
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A List of Things Not Yet Written
Here is the list of things I want to write that may inspire commission ideas or even inspire you to write something in general!
First off, I re-read Himley the Mad Hatter recently, and I have been filled with this deep, horrible desire to go back and make it better. The bones are there in the story, but it is jumbled, wordy, and I know I could do such a character justice. I want to rewrite it so bad. This may be the top of my list of projects I want to do.
It was brought to my attention the story of Bray was never fully closed. I would like to both rewrite his first chapter and continue it.
The Minotaur clan in the Ruby Empire was once a huge idea for me, but it had to fall to the wayside. Claudio was the only one I got to talk about from that neck of the Ruby Empire wood, and I would like to go back and visit it.
Most of the Ruby Empire needs to be retconned and rewritten, but no one could afford o fix that mess, so moving on.
I need to finish the Levi rewrite now that I'm on it.
I also wouldn't mind revisiting my first monster story, the Strawberry monster. 
This one was an ask on Tumblr: "A homeless girl arrives at Hearthway Hollow with only but her  guitar and optimism to make money, not knowing about the traditions or  even knowing about the werewolves." 
A former magical girl who supposedly died but has been turned into a cyborg, whose power over music is now a powerful mind control power. That's all I've got, just a character.
Anothe tumble ask: "a goblin thinks he is getting catfished, after an online friend finally sent the first picture of herself." The idea of this sounds so fun, could be any monster. Coudl give me the chance to build a monster dating app.
I've been rewatching Star Trek TNG and Data has been giving me thoughts. So maybe something along the lines of the android and a companion.
A former royal concubine runs away, rather than spend her life serving others. Near death, she's rescued by a man (orc, minotaur, whatever) and his dog. But he lives high in the mountains and supplies are low as is. She agrees to use her skills to keep him company through the long, dark winter until spring thaws the mountain and she can cross the Cobra Strait. 
A short, spitfire thief breaks into the house of a supposedly single woman who is a shut in. The house appears in disrepair and the woman has surprisingly nice things, even if things are cluttered and stacked around. But the thief is caught by the woman, who is quite taller than him. She kidnaps him and keeps him in prisoner in her home where she reveals herself to be a vampire disillusioned with immortality and has been sustaining herself off critters who get into her house. The short thief is just the latest.
Speaking of height difference couples! A short statured fire demon finds himself smitten with one of the ice giant women.
A monster wins a date with the camgirl he admires.
A red riding hood retelling. I'm shocked I've not done that before.
An attempt to clone a powerful, ancient creature results in a monster that seeks revenge on the people who have been keeping them captve and used for experiments. To exact revenge, the monster kidnaps the head scientist's daughter, intending to turn her against her family and humans in general.
I reread Thilo last night and I want to rewrite it. If only for the fact the reader character seemed a bit...predatory.
finish Misinformed! I think i need a couple of chapters to finish the story as it is before i do a rough draft rewrite.
An older woman reconnects with the orc she fell in love with. When Obresh was rescued by the Orcs her family decided to move rather than be ruled by the orcs, separating her from the orc she had fallen in love with. Decades later, she returns to Obresh and finds her former love. The two reconnect and finish what they started.
A halfling monster Hunter gets more than he bargained for when he comes into contact with two powerful and warring vampires.
An isekai story where the MC is sent to various worlds with the stipulation they’ll die if they have sex. So they make a game of it.
See any of these you like? Commission them from me! Or any story you want to see me write for you.
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xxdoubledaisyxx · 4 months ago
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Trump is Reek
doesn't it seem so? You all know what is happening while I strut about like a villain with self-righteous hatred for your little jew-rat friends and neighbors.
It is true, I believe. I enjoy thinking up new ways to make him suffer before you realize what is being done to him. I am beginning to fall short on ideas, so maybe you can send some suggestions along the wind if you have any further suggestions about how to cause that man excruciating pain before he dies.
He has been taught about honor, and his lesson will be complete at the moment his death sentence is executed.
Then he will know dishonor and disgrace in eternal life, and I will make a science of study with the sounds of his screams as I invent technologies that listen into the void chasms of Hell beyond the veil, tracing after the very familiar identifying signature that man made for himself as a most unwelcome and fortunately timely desolating abomination.
I knew you were planning to do something once everyone moved, so I just watched while moving no particular way at all until you started moving and then made my plans once I knew what kind of death would be delivered unto you. Easy bait trap.
Beats the Jew schemers every time. They cannot resist the true christ magic. It is their "god" to them.
Their moves matter and mine don't because I'm a poor nobody.
In their world anyway, so it doesn't make any difference what I do to them or what they do to me because they are all lawless buffoons and none of their stupid conclusions add up to make any sense ever. Stupid idiots in the government believed that shit was some apocalypse hype like Y2K preppers who went too hard with the prepping.
Like... seriously... wtf is taking them so long to pick their pants up?
The old people like Trump and the rest of the Sluggard Senate conspiring to usurp government with him, are not fly for white guys.
Those people are disgusting creatures unsightly and unwelcome in our homes. There is nothing that flies with them except their own bodies out the window and into the dumpster. Hopefully one that has been set on fire already.
If I allowed myself to talk myself into being president for you my slogan would be: "Every dumpster a fire."
Then when it's done, "No dumpster left on fire."
(oh no... the future will never know how funny this is. Fill your complimentary wine glass and drink as much as you want, even if you are Trump and his goons. This will never get old for us, you are included whether you like it or not, and I wouldn't deny a prisoner wine and spirits when locked up either.)
This is the good wine that comes cheap and fast, because after about two decades, people are going to be more interested in Robin Hood's bush than Moses' when it comes to the chivalrous men and maidens who save the day from a wilderness disaster on the brink of happening, and old world political ideas are going to go the way of the dodo and the dinosaur.
Or maybe... I will never know how funny it is until I die to laugh again at all this ridiculously absurd performance of ineptitude by fools on the world stage. They couldn't appear to be having a more difficult job making a time of it if they were a one legged ice skater without a candy cane.
Coming to a theater near you next Halloween.
It's hilarious to me because I have already suffered the worst of the pain they can cause me and I am the Prince of Darkness. I understand what they are doing better than they do and am in control of the situation better than they are. They will not get out of this with very much left for themselves, if anything at all at this point.
I have died and been resurrected to eternal life and can watch these events as though I have already died, which is why it amuses me. I expect you to be blood boiling mad, hurt beyond tears can express, and so lost with despair that you want to toss yourself in a well to be my ghost girlfriend with Sadako.
Well don't. I got better and it happened worst to me. You will get better too.
Those emotions need to be expressed, and the best way to do that will be an example of deadly force to remind people that laws are not optional. Not even for the pope. That will express that malevolent energy in a safe and healthy way for all people, but it is not a human sacrifice, it is an act of justice.
This is a sacrifice, but not a human sacrifice. It is a sacrifice of something like civil labor to the All-Father of Justice because we all have to set aside a part of our personal time to kill the idiot who betrayed us all and made himself a problem. We pay taxes, hire police, and then pay our tickets when we get them. Well, in this case, when everyone stops what they are doing to attend to the problem that is Trump's existence, all the annoyance you feel will be sacrificed with his body and the party will resume immediately after even better than before.
That's it. An efficient, useful sacrifice that gets rid of undesirable energy with the bad source and leaves no residue of guilt. You can't offer the life of a man like Trump to a good dog let alone a respectable god.
No, boy, eat the good one over there. That one is unclean. As it was written with the dogs eating the remains of a more dignified villain than Trump is today as a stain on human history entirely unclean in memory.
They won't let either of us go until you've have satisfied me with your suffering. I'm just as excited to find out when that will be too. Until then, why don't you tell me how I can hurt you even more, that way we can get this over with before the world ends for real.
You may as well beg for my punishment at this point.
When they take him away like all the others sobbing and in tears while also having the greatest joy of his life beginning, let it be known that it was the Phantom Thieves of Hearts who did all the metaverse work.
I'm just a demagogue in my role, Valentina, not Peter.
Forgive me, my cute miltary genius war maiden savior, for this may sound too bold of a boast as genuine hubris I myself am guilty of.
There is no higher art of writing than that of demagoguery. It requires the greatest mastery and experience with the subject matter both to accomplish the minimum qualifying standards, and as such is also limited in the scope of expression.
One cannot argue both sides, and one cannot argue one side unless they have truly taken that side, otherwise it is not the kind of argument that concerns us now.
Being limited in that way makes you aware of the limitations of your argument, and in addressing them, you adhere to an unseen form of reality that takes the shape of human consciousness in the neural network of your mind.
It is your mind, to be sure, and doesn't "overwrite" people's minds like computers, as we are not machines, but are organic creatures with brains that work very differently in process. Don't worry about silly superstitious stuff like that without clinging tightly for dear Maiden to a friend who might be able to protect you from the ghosts, and then remember that they are just ghosts and not vampires whom can be truly dreadifying.
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As my coup de grace, of what I hope is a final form before becoming a millionaire tomorrow... Witcher's Pirouette in Lewd Cosplay fifth form of the warlord's fist, the martial expression of the First Shade of Darkness, ...
There that's all five. It's done. Give me my money and buzz off already.
The key and secret to demagoguery which separates the finest demagogues (like myself) and others (like myself), and certainly all maidens too (unlike myself), is that to accomplish demagoguery demagogically well enough to get your demagorgon's certification card: is that you have to include at least one mote of self-mockery because the complete grog is immaculate and if you didn't self-sacrifice you would have ended on a flat note.
I know from personal experience how big of a difference being in key at the last note is before you put away the axe or/and bow. Anyone does if they've ever practiced with all their heart at making music.
Even if they aren't self-styled rakishly quite as much as the Prince of Darkness himself is when he gets on the war path to claim his Bloody Marry.
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kyrodo · 9 months ago
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I don't like Mana's attitude sometimes. Very impatient. Makes a lot of mean assumptions about people if they haven't uploaded anything for a few days. He needs to calm the fuck down. And before you make that observation about me when I was checking if I was still on your good side or not I wasn't reposting impatient gengar 10 times a day. And like everyone else that posts anything angry, it always feels like I'm walking on eggshells when your posting mad stuff about something, given every little thing you do might be subtext or it might not be. You didn't give me the luxury of a way to distinguish it. In fact you always gave me as little to go on as possible while also gaslighting me whenever I try to clarify anything. And I'm really fucking tired of it.
You know why Red and I stuck together for a decade and a half, he wasn't pulling off any of your stupid shenanigans. At least he doesn't make it a part time job to figure out what the fuck he's trying to say. All I did was give you a taste of your own medicine, just without the gaslighting part, but then again you never tried to find out if I would.
Next time instead of following someone's stupidity forming my own version of whatever shit they do punch for punch, I'm just gonna drop everything and be like fuck it I'm done with this. Why should I encrypt every basic little fucking thing we try to communicate? That's not a friend that's an asshole. It could be fun up to a point, I just wish someone figured out what the fuck that is. It shouldn't be mandatory for someone to do bullshit like that just to be in any kind of contact with you. You are the most strictly conditional "friend" I've ever encountered. All my friends in vrchat, haven't met one yet that has all these strings attached. But I guess it's because most people aren't fucking stupid. I was cryptic as well communicating in all these extra ways when I felt like I was talking about myself too much and wanted to still do it but in a different way. But at least I made actually talking an option.
And before you say it was always okay to talk to you, gaslighting me every single time we directly interact is a funny way of showing that. There isn't anyone else I've met where I've always had to brace myself for the next time they're going to lie to my face again, carefully pick my words cause I don't know how much of it you're actually going to acknowledge. I never had to do that with anyone before, so why did I have to do that with you?
You always kept me in a position to manipulate me, or manipulate the conversation, and all I can say is that at least you're someone else's project now. I learned from vrchat having actual interactions with people is much more enjoyable and much less prone to bullshit. I'm tired of dealing with the secret service just to say anything to someone. Talk about special needs. Go be special somewhere else.
If someone keeps giving me these short timing windows indicated by gengar or whatever I'm calling it quits on them early. I don't want to make friends out of quick time events, fuck that. And I recognize your bullshit doesn't excuse my bullshit, but at least my worst scenario doesn't get anywhere near yours and you don't sure don't take your sweet time getting there either. When my fuse blows I post stuff like this, I don't hack and harass people that don't deserve it.
If that's your deterrent for people you're getting rid of why the fuck does it take a whole month? It only takes a day to figure out what my life is like or you could do it the right way and talk to me instead. But that's never an option for you. Your job is to point out malicious ironies rather than facts to get your revenge when someone's mad at you for being a total bitch. You ever try attacking people for shit they actually do, cause it seems to be working out for me.
I'm not the one setting up double meanings for people and adding the context later when you decide if you want to be a bitch or not. I'm a programmer, I deal with enough floating point values, I don't need people I can't rely on.
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chamberedbeauty · 1 year ago
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It's a tone he'd never taken with her before. Never in their near two decades of friendship had he ever been mad at her, not like this. And surely, it's cruelty she didn't even know he could act on. It's so out of norm that when he strides over into her space, she's almost convinced he would strike her.
And after a moment she's not sure exactly which would be worse.
Her breath hitches as his body heat radiates onto her, so close that she's sure if she listened hard enough, she would be able to hear his heartbeat. She'd seen this move used on a plethora of women throughout the years, but he'd never done this to her....and she never expected it.
She'd fixate on it- if it weren't his words that suddenly threw her for a hole different feeling of pain. Was he right? Had she done something so horrible that she couldn't see it? Something her upbringing could have caused?
Figure it out. And she's trying, she's trying so hard as a single tear slips down her cheek, and only once had Bucky Barnes ever made her cry. Thirteen years ago when he was trying to show off on his bicycle, and in doing so he'd lost control and crashed into her. Skinned up her arms and knees. She remembered bleeding for what seemed like hours, but the whole time, James ignored his own bloodied lip, and took care of her. He wiped away her tears, cleaned her up, apologized profusely, and even bought her an ice cream cone with money he'd probably be punished for spending later.
But there's no remorse in his words now, and she's not even sure her own blood would make him feel any differently, or if he could see the hole he'd just pierced through her heart. She's about to let more tears fall, let herself crumble and apologize even more, beg for his forgiveness, and weep in his arms.
But suddenly...there's a disownment. After all these years of being "her Bucky" he declares her no longer. Hurt turns into anger, an anger she'd never felt towards him before, and within moments it's her turn to get into his space and does something she'd never done to anyone (outside of her pestering little brothers). Hands come to his chest and with all her might, Gwen shoves him backwards.
"I haven't done anything to you!" Her voice is louder than intended, and God forbid anyone in her family hear about this public outburst. A few more involuntary tears wet her cheeks, but she makes no motion to wipe them away. "How could you say that to me? How could you accuse me of such a thing? I have done nothing but adore you for the closer part of my entire life."
This time a hand comes up to wipe her tears now, sniffing back a few more as she steps away from him, ignoring the hooting and hollering from a few drunken men at the far end of the block.
"You're not anything to me, huh?" Her voice is weaker now, the hurt truly coming into the air now. "Does that mean I'm not anything to you?" Red lips press together as she sniffs back a few more tears before shaking her head. "Wow James....you....you really know how to be cruel don't you?" Another shake of her head is given. "....Have a safe train ride tomorrow and good luck at basic training. Perhaps your time away will really make it abundantly clear about your feelings towards me. Thank you, for your offer to walk me home, but I'd hate to inconvenience you more than I already have so...go walk Steve and your sisters home. I can take care of myself."
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hylianengineer · 3 years ago
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Me for the last few weeks: why do I feel so burnt out?
Me yesterday, realizing the granola bars I've been eating for weeks have barley malt extract in them: Oh shit.
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girlgerard · 3 years ago
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i would get where that call out was coming from if gerard wasn't so open about his experiences because public figures have been forcibly outed before and that's not okay but they way that has been done is not the same that is generally when people are probing into people's personal lives relentlessly. all you're doing is literally just gathering together information that gerard has given us publicly and willingly and drawing a conclusion that doesn't actually call them anything specific beyond saying 'that's not how a cishet man speaks/behaves' so i really don't get the problem. he quite possibly doesn't think of himself as or call himself trans or nonbinary but he is still... not cis... and i don't see why it's so controversial to say that given that he has talked openly about his experiences so it's not really possible to 'out' him.
this!! exactly!! thank you for putting into words what i've been trying to say. what i think has happened is because this blog has suddenly gotten so much engagement due to the excitement of the return, people are being exposed to my readings and posts without the prior context of knowing that i'm genuinely joking 90% of the time. like i write my posts laughing my ass off. would i ever seriously use she/her/feminine terms for gerard without the context of affectionate humor? no, of course not, jesus christ. i specifically choose to post on a platform i KNOW they do not access because i would never want any of my posts to reach anywhere near their inner circle. do i believe the trans themes in their lyrics are a solid reading and sometimes deliberate? yes! i absolutely do! however i am also aware that these are just my interpretations - they are interpretations i believe are sound and are sometimes confirmed (ex. get the gang together), but i don't pretend to have all the answers gerard keeps in their head. that's why i call these readings.
the reality is that gerard has been extremely open about their gender identity, and have used the wording 'coming out as gnc' as late as 2018. they have heavily identified with transfems and women in general for decades, and much of what they've said/written lines up with mine and a ton of other trans people's experiences. when i call gerard a girl it is a way of joking about a reality that they have openly, deliberately, and heavily implied. and it's also just straight-up funny. like nobody gets mad when i call frank a lesbian LMAO. anyway this is badly worded and i have a lot more to say, but i'll just wrap it up with this: i am a random person using a broken website to blog about my interests. i am not headlining a conspiracy, i am not claiming to have forbidden knowledge, it simply brings me joy to follow themes and motifs in music and interpret what interviews mean in the context they're in. if people cannot pick up on the fact that i'm joking when i call a celebrity i do not know 'babygirl', that's something they gotta work out.
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gendryaweeklyupdates · 5 years ago
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All Updated Gendrya work this week (08-Mar-20 to 14-Mar-20)
Note: all dates are in dd-mm-yy
Redemption by LME ( 16/? as of 08-3-20)
Imagining Arya and Gendry's reunion when the Game of Thrones is finally over. This story is focused on the voyage of 'Arya the Adventurer' on her ship Nymeria, after she asks, "What is west of Westeros?".
Rating:M
Even the Darkest Night will end. by @lianria (12/? as of 08-3-20)
Arya reaches out to old allies for help, and the pack begins to reform. Pack doesn't always mean just wolves anymore.
Rating:M
Runaway With Me - Part 2 by @the-end-is-kigh (14/14 as of 08-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
Arya Stark was not happy when her family was forced to move to King's Landing due to her father's promotion. But at the same time, it allowed her to escape her problems back home, allowed her to meet a cousin she'd never known, get a job doing what she loves and there's the issue of a certain mechanic.
Maybe the move would be worth it?
But the problems from back home follow her, her only hope is to keep running, until she can't run any more.
This is the reaction mostly to the letters Arya and Gendry send back home.
Rating:T
One for the road by @obsessivewriter (9/9 as of 8-3-20)
As a survivor, Arya always knew she was living on borrowed time, five years in remission she had done almost everything on her bucket list until her time ran up.
That time is up now and there is only one thing she never got to experience: falling in love.
Gendry will do anything for his best friend, and really how hard could it be to fall for someone you already love?
Rating:E
The Ghost of the Red Keep by TheDameintheRaininMaine (4/? as of 8-3-20)
Lysa never sent her letter. Bran was never pushed. Five Starks make the journey to King's Landing.
And one day beneath the Red Keep, Arya hears a voice she decides must be a ghost.
Rating:T
Evading Capture by @katlyn1948 (9/? as of 8-3-20)
Arya evades the brotherhood, but fails and Gendry can't seem to keep his eyes of their captive.
Rating:M
A Thunder In Our Hearts by hungerwolves (2/? as of 9-3-20)
In which Arya has to marry lord Gendry Baratheon, the legitimized bastard son of the King in the South, to avoid war between the 6 Kingdoms and the North.
Unrated
Heavy Lies The Crown by OneMoreNight1996 (7/? as of 13-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
When the truth of the Baratheon children is revealed, King Robert orders the execution of Cersei and Jamie Lannister and exiles the children to Casterly Rock. This leaves him without an heir so he is quickly forced to legitimize a bastard blacksmith brought to him by Ned Stark and, in the eye of the King, his heir is in need of a bride.
Rating:E
The Last Time by @yanak324 (14/? as of 9-3-20)
After a decade away, Arya returns home. Encountering the boy she left behind is not in her plans.
At least she’s always known the Gods have a funny sense of humor.
Rating:E
True Love's Kiss by @prettyyvacant321 (2/? as of 9-3-20)
Gendrya Sleeping Beauty AU with a few twists!
Based off the January (oops I'm late but what's new) prompt from @days-of-gendrya on Tumblr.
Rating:M
Head of the River by @everyl1ttleth1ng (13/? as of 14-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
Gendry Waters, multiple Pan Westeros Games gold medal winning rower, has been the highly successful and well-loved Director of Rowing at the exclusive Riverlands Grammar School for six years now. Ser Davos Seaworth has very recently retired as school principal and been replaced by the much younger multiple gold medal winning fencer from the North, Dr Arya Stark.
One morning Gendry finds himself approached by his new boss. She wants him to teach her how to row.
(In which Gendry is still rowing AND Gendry and Arya spend time in a boat together.)
Rating:T
Gym Daze by @dragongoddess13 (5/5 as of 14-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
For years they worked out together. In high school he drove them to the gym every afternoon after school or after extracurriculars. In college, they went first thing in the morning before classes and after graduation, when they both moved down to King’s Landing, they found a new gym and a new schedule. 
Or how Gendry and Arya learn to use their frequent trips to the gym in ways that were a whole new kind of satisfying.
Rating:E
I Wanna Be Yours by @sneetchstar (15/? as of 12-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
Gendrya one-shot collection.
Rating:E
When Winter Comes by OneMoreNight1996 (2/? as of 11-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
Winter sets in after the Long Night is over leaving everyone stuck in Winterfell and unable to go south. This causes some tension within the group as secrets are revealed and promises are made.
Rating:E
The odd girl who smelled the rain by @blue-nebulae (5/6 as of 12-3-20)
Gendry noticed her the very first week of the semester.
Something about her caught his eye, he didn’t know exactly what it was, perhaps the fact that she was a very pretty short girl or the fact that she was carrying a bright yellow umbrella, and using it almost like a cane, on a perfect summery day and that was odd.
Rating:T
More Than Words by @keepitmovinshawty (6/? as of 12-3-20)
Arry and Steffon first meet on the beaches of Braavos while escaping their responsibilities. Both ignorant of their true identities, it comes as a surprise when they meet again on a more formal scale and try to handle a relationship while the world watches.
Rating:M
Bad Pick-up lines Work Best by JoPoGirlsKickAss (17/? as of 12-3-20)
Gendry's life is suddenly sprinkled with bad pick up lines--at first he ignores them, then he realizes they might all be from the same person and that person might just be the death of him.
In which Arya flirts hard and Gendry is stuck between a rock and a hard place.
[Slow(ish) burn until chapter 15]
Rating:T
The Lost Prince by @psychvamp25 (37/40 as of 12-3-20)
The first Baratheon prince died in his crib, this is known.
Arya Stark comes to King's Landing when her father becomes Hand of King and her sister is set to marry the Crown Prince, Joffrey. Arya journeys to the street of steal and meets a handsome young blacksmith. Little does she know, that her relationship with this blacksmith could change the future of the Seven Kingdoms.
Rating:T
A Dance of Shadows by Faiseuse_d_Histoires (29/50 as of 13-3-20) (significant Gendrya with Jonerys)
It’s been one year since the death of Daenerys Targaryen, called by some "the mad queen", and the North and the Six Kingdoms try to rebuild all that was lost. Jon Snow had disappeared beyond the Wall, his wolf last seen near Hardhome. Queen Sansa "the Wise" is facing unrest in the nearby villages, which leads her to make questionable choices in the eyes of her people. In the South, king Bran the Broken fell seemingly ill and fear for his life makes people uneasy about the succession.
As once again instability risks to break the kingdoms, a hero reappears, with the name of a long-feared enemy, and an old song is beginning to be sung once again, with fire and ice meeting for one last dance.
Not mentioned, but coming: Some news from the iron islands and Dorne, trouble coming from Essos… oh, and some resurrection, perhaps.
Rating:M
The Prince That Didn't Come by @igitnothin (61/63 as of 13-3-20)
On an normal winter day, Hot Pie happily delivered two meat pies and a jug of ale to a waiting table.
There was no interruption from his ordinary work. No happy reunion, no thrilling tales, and no missing Stark girls to steal his food and change the world. There was nothing but another group of hungry mouths to feed.
Or Arya Stark does not visit the Crossroads Inn, and the world of ice and fire is changed forever.
Unrated
then we take berlin by @evax3 (14/20 as of 13-3-20) (equally Theon/Robb)
After Petyr Baelish tragically suffocated on a gigot before he was able to poison Jon Arryn, Westeros fought in united strength against the White Walkers and built up a diplomatic relationship with Queen Daenerys in Meereen after the victory.
So, the land was at peace, the winter was over and 2 years later Theon, Robb and Arya sat together in Winterfell, bored to fucking death.
Fortunately, distraction seemed within reach, as Theon discovered a book in Maester Luwin’s library, maybe solving their problem. Promising the opportunity to travel back in time and experience one of the big battles again, they’d fought in the past.
But mixing the ingredients, something went wrong and instead of arriving back on the field of the second Battle of the Dawn, they found themselves in Berlin of the 21st century, still wearing their thick furs and understanding not a single word.
Putting their hopes in a certain dark-haired goldsmith from California, who kindly takes them in, they tried their best to somehow find their way back home and find a lot more in the process.
Rating:M
Prompts by @psychvamp25 (9/? as of 14-3-20) (multiple updates this week)
A collection of any of the prompts I get. Will be standalone little ficlets.
Rating:G
Through the storms by @nikelaos87 (3/? as of 14-3-20)
The sequel of "An empty shell"
«I won't marry you»
«You can't»
Rating:M
You Feel Like Moonlight On My Skin by @randifrnz (3/5 as of 14-3-20)
After six months in the capital, it is time the future King and Queen of Westeros continue the envoy through the kingdoms of the lands to know and build relationships with their people. Throughout their journey, the crown prince and princess grow even closer and grow up as well. Arya navigates what it means to be a woman grown and what it means to want.
Rating:E
Masterlink for the week: here
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noonawriter · 5 years ago
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Delicious Rendezvous
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WARNINGS: flashbacks to torture, shameless flirting, over-worked and stressed main character
DELICIOUS RENDEZVOUS
Chapter 4
“Bad news,” Siwon said as soon as he was in earshot of Heechul. “Our contact in 223 has been transferred and is locked out of the local system here.” He bit his lip, a rare slip of control. “As I’m sure you know, we’re cutting it too close to develop a new one just yet.” His first creation walked up to him with a look of hesitation on his face.
No mystery as to why.
Back when the terror of it was fresh, Siwon informed Heechul of a raid that had occurred a decade ago and how badly it had ended. The whole thing played like a movie reel of memories and fears. It wasn’t the sex work that sank them that time - no one runs that kind of operation without a contingency plan. No, it was who was doing it that led to tragedy.
Several of the employees ended up in a specialized prison only to be slowly tortured to death because supernatural creatures weren’t known then... And groups of humans have the capacity to do terrible things when they’re afraid of the unknown. Ingenuity, put to exactly the wrong purpose. What little inside data could be gleaned was... It was... Unspeakable, to this day.
Heechul considered giving him a moment of comforting touch, but it would be crass to make it so very evident that his right-hand man’s thoughts were left entirely unlocked. They sure as hell didn’t have time for a fight, either.
Not a creature anywhere didn’t hear about that disaster. The Council exploited those fears, the prejudices borne of it, but for the rest of the community, lacking that level of power... Whatever there was where Heechul’s stomach used to be turned just the same way at being bombarded with it all over again, shrunk into a few nauseating seconds. If his hair could still stand on end, it would. Even the humans that supported that establishment had been fined so heavily that they were out on the streets, and then... disappeared. Maybe to the same place. Who knows? Siwon visibly winced at that last thought, but forced that idea to the side. There were days that his confidence that his master would never let anyone harm him or their brethren was all that allowed the leader to make it happen.
Yet, sometimes, Heechul really wished Siwon had more magic potential. This was one of the rare moments where he’d very much like to be able to not hear these thoughts. Keeping his hands from ripping his own hair out was as much as he could manage here, arms stiff at his sides. Was he even capable of crying anymore? Did he have what it would take to stop a repeat of such horrors between his very own walls?
It was all too much. Too much. Heechul had to set it all aside too. Rather than comfort, he ended up having to tap Siwon’s cheek just to bring him back to the present.
“Sorry,” he mumbled with a shake of his head. ”I remembered it again.” That raid was the last time Siwon tried working for anyone else, is the only other thing he would say about it out loud. He broadcast the rest louder than an echo in a cave, though, he just didn’t know he was - right to Heechul like an open book, at least. Not a hint of a side gig since.
The grass only looks greener, as it were.
Finally, that portion of mental agony was over, tucked away back in its box. Upon realizing the massive amount of work that their contact being pulled out from under them meant, Heechul’s shoulders slumped. There was too much weight upon them.
However, he only allowed himself those two seconds of self-pity before squaring them back up. “Shit. That means there’ll still be a raid tomorrow night.” He checked, unwittingly holding his breath, but couldn’t get much detail. “That only gives us about a day and a half.” He counted off on his fingers as he called out instructions. “We need to put up glamour and force barriers on the rooms, make excuses, reschedule appointments, make sure all my kids have somewhere to stay for the night..."
A groan slipped out. But only one. How he dreaded this last part. “I’ll have to handle the backstage regulars. They would feel slighted if informed through an intermediary.”
While he was appreciative of his higher-paying customers in that they kept the show running, literally and otherwise, they always looked down their noses at him when complications came up. Fuck, he felt a headache coming on already. He pinched the spot just above the bridge of his nose. He’d have to add on the promises of a free service to make sure they kept silent about where they went and who ran the show - and he hated burdening his kids like that.
Hated it with everything in him, but the alternative was worse. He’s not risking any kind of prison cell for anyone.
“Of course, Master. I’ll initiate the protocol and distribute the workload immediately.” A floating schedule appeared next to Siwon, its constituent lines made of light if light could be smoke.
“Thank you. Time for me to get to my part of the work as well.” Heechul watches as Siwon carefully inspects the list and moves to assign each task. He stretches his arms out wide, a satisfying crack sounding in response, as he rotates his neck and searches his mind for where Alyssa is and what she’s doing. He needs her now more than ever. 
While her training had, of course, been intended to prepare her for bigger and better things, he needed that untapped power she was sitting on to pull this off on such short notice. It felt as though he had more to hide this time, more at stake, when in reality, the only new addition to the club was his little witch. A flush took over his cheeks quickly. He’d not felt the need to protect anyone quite so strongly since he’d made Siwon. “Stupid sex magic. Everything is amplified.”
He tried to sound mad about it, but inside, even if only to himself, he had to admit that he was more amazed at just how much change the ritual had wrought in the first place. He also decided then and there that he would not perform any sex magic with another person, ever.
Definitely not if it turned out like this. He didn’t want this with anyone else.
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No better way to learn, Heechul had insisted, than throwing you in to help with glamouring the back rooms to look like cramped offices and storage space. Everything was tightly coordinated - regimented, even, which was surprising to see in a place usually so loosely and chaotically run. Time constraints would do that, you supposed.
He rattled off instructions and even showed you exactly what you needed to do and say, but your brain was foggy with all the veins of magic flowing through the club. There was an anxiety running through the employees that you couldn’t help but soak up to some extent. “Let’s add empath to the list of things to deal with. That’ll be fun,” you said under your breath, none too pleased with the discovery. Your eyes rolled, but you continued with the task, pride not allowing you to step back and admit defeat.
Maybe even that little voice inside that was happy that Heechul was the one who needed you, for once, instead of the other way around. Just the thought made your ears burn.
Putting up the glamours was the easy part, though. Imbuing them with enough power to stay up for two entire days left you sweating and ravenous. You huffed, taking a second to wipe the sweat off your forehead and sip from the water bottle Mi had brought you hours ago, tossing it on his way past with a small smile and a congenial nod.
When all this work was done, you for sure had to get him to show you that one shade of purple again so you could try to find a matching dye. His hair had only held it for a second earlier.
You were getting distracted again. And you finally noticed that your hands were shaking, too. The strain was getting to you.
“Fucking hell. This shit is for the birds.” Your voice was tired and wavering. Hands on your hips, you stood there admiring the iridescent sheen from the last barrier you put into place. “God damn, I should have eaten first.”
“Such dirty words coming from such a pretty little mouth.” Of course, when you’re a sweaty mess, that’s when Heechul shows up to inspect your work. On his face blooms his signature smirk; after holding your attention on it for a second, he adds, “I like it,” with a ridiculous waggle of his eyebrows.
Damned if it didn’t make you want to kiss him again. You whimpered at the thought and immediately flushed, thinking that while he was still there.
As usual, though, he was gone before you could give the thought any weight.
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You were carefully not thinking about the absurdity of taking a coffee break in a... house of pleasure where your magic training is happening, the legitimate front half of the building notwithstanding. Even after all the upheaval, there was something sort of amazing about creatures of all sorts here milling about, living their ordinary lives and being themselves. The comfortable atmosphere in this room left you feeling bold enough to lean back against the counter near where the siren was, the dull gray microwave buzzing on the other side of him. You were protected now, right? And his boyfriend was really friendly with you, so that’s gotta count for something.
"Hey," you said, wiggling your fingers in a sheepish wave. He acknowledged you with a sideways glance, but nothing more. After hours working quietly side by side, following his occasional directions about images and dimensions, that didn’t seem odd anymore. "Look, you can tell me if this is out of line, but I'm really curious about something."
"Hmm?" Ryeowook answered absentmindedly, watching Henry and Donghae play-fighting across the room with a fond half-smile. You may have even heard a faint, tuneless humming; couldn’t be sure, but you felt a little bolder, a little more free either way.
"Does the, uh, backstage work affect you at home?" This was so embarrassing to ask about, but you'd been dying of curiosity and this seemed like your best bet to get some answers. Usually, it was your training regimen that left you too drained to make conversation. To be honest, you were still kinda drained; it was hard to tell whether your thoughts made sense, your brain-to-mouth filter just about gone.
When Ryeowook turned to you, though, his brow was furrowed in confusion. "Why would I do work at home? Heechul’s wards and security are far better than anywhere else, even clubs supposedly owned by the very wealthy,” he pointed out, crossing his arms. “I only do work here."
"No, I mean, um," you blushed as your composure slipped further, not wanting to have to spell it out, "you know, you do-" You waved towards the hallway of back rooms. "You do this for work, so does it, uh, when you're at home, does it get in the way of, wait, no, does that cause any problems for you with," you were definitely red as a tomato now, your entire face aflame, "making love?"
But Ryeowook only blinked twice. "If he wanted to, we could."
"Oh! Oh, sorry, I didn't think- Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. You probably think I'm a jerk now, huh," you admitted clumsily, pursing your lips. I sound like an idiot! This was such a bad idea.
But he only hummed nonchalantly, turning away once more. "Hmm. Well, you wouldn't be the first to assume, only the first to apologize for it," he said offhandedly, taking a sip from his mug. "But it doesn’t matter to me. I suppose I take after my mother that way," he continued in a wistful voice, a touch of sorrow coloring his features. "Keeping my mate safe and happy is my heart's greatest desire."
"That's so sweet!" You cooed, genuinely touched by the sentiment, only to be met with an icy stare as he whirled around to face you.
"Don't know why I'm telling you all this," Ryeowook said while he pushed off from the counter, his tone acrid and sharp as though the words were meant to cut to the bone, his eyebrows drawing together in anger, startling you when he slammed his mug down on the hard surface. "I don’t care if you’re Heechul’s newest, shiniest project. If that's your power,” one peak of his upper lip curled up towards his nose in contempt, “let's not do this again. I need to get back to work."
"But wait, I didn't-" He'd crossed the short distance to the doorway in three quick strides and left before you could finish your sentence. "-do anything," you finished dejectedly, dropping your raised hand. Not that you knew what you were going to do with it anyway. You muttered under to yourself, “‘Make friends,’ he said. Do this, do that, blah blah blah.” Wait a second. Newest project?
What happened to the others?
“Don’t take it too personally,” a genial voice said next to you, cutting off your train of thought. Guess your muttering was louder than you’d realized. “He takes a while to warm up to most people.”
You turned to- not the butler. Mi. Seriously, still not a butler, you hastily reminded yourself. More of a jack of all trades? Maybe it was better not to call a shapeshifter that, so you went with, “You really think it’ll be okay? I feel like I screwed up pretty bad.”
“Welllll, maybe warm up isn’t the right word. But he’ll probably stop being an ass.”
“Probably?” Despite yourself, you laughed, smiling back at Mi’s toothy grin. He patted your shoulder in a friendly way before saying, “Excuse me, I need some tea,” his hair color and the shape of his arms changing three or four times between the microwave and what you’d come to call caffeine central more towards the back of the room.
Still, after the- intimacy you and Heechul had shared so far, the idea that you were one in a long line of projects, to be set aside whenever he decided he’d had his fun, rubbed you the wrong way.
Which not only lingered through your meal, but grew. And grew. And grew bigger still.
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You stomped down the extravagantly decorated hall, footsteps echoing off the marble tiles that probably set him back more than you cared to think about. A red haze settled in your mind as you mulled over the words Ryeowook spat to you. Hands curled into tight fists, you didn’t bother knocking before making entrance into his office. Hopefully, whatever sights awaited you wouldn’t be something you’d regret seeing, because you were way past caring now.
"So I'm your latest project, am I?" You flung the words at Heechul the very second you walked into the room.
"Feisty today, aren't you."
You wanted to slap him. Something. Anything. Instead you settled on a seethed, "What happened to the others?!"
Heechul laughed. "What happened?" He asked condescendingly, moving his upturned palm in a horizontal arc, his eyes following before landing back on you. "Look around you, darling."
"Argh!" You clenched your fists. Eyes rolling as you wanted to tear your hair out.  "Can't you just say what you goddamn mean for once?!"
But Heechul only sighed. "Really, you could stand to learn to read between the lines. Can't always rely on your power, you know." But as you glared, he seemed to relent a bit, his smile turning amused, his eyes a touch fond. "Haven't you noticed? Those who sincerely come to me for aid... I don't take that lightly. Why, I develop them to the fullest of their talents. How else could I build all this?"
Silence enveloped the room as you looked deep into his unwavering sight. Dammit, you sighed under your breath. He was being honest - well, his version of it anyway. Relenting yourself, you breathed out a long exhale. "...That's it?"
"Yes, that's 'it'. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. My favorite kind," he finished with a smirk, alluding to extremely pleasant memories of the 'arrangement' already between the two of you.
You took a moment to gather what you wanted to say. His aura gave you a reason to pause. Your words needed to be chosen carefully. You gestured your hands between the two of you. “This? Us? Just me scratching your back and you scratching mine, I’ll assume?”
“We both know what assume means, sweetheart. Let’s not do that.” He turned to walk out, but before he made it through the doorway, he called out over his shoulder, “Good job out there. You’re doing better than I expected.”
Might’ve been better that he looked away before you could flip him off. You tried sending it mentally anyway, pleased to faintly hear his distinctive laugh. At that point, you didn’t know if the warmth in your heart that you felt a moment later was his or your own.
He kept getting you all mixed up like that.
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Donghae was speaking in hushed tones with Heechul when you rounded the corner. He noticed you coming in and moved to intercept you as the man you wanted made his smooth escape, right back into the office you’d just vacated. Damnit. “Come on, Alyssa, follow me. You need to let off some steam.” Objecting, you pointed towards the doorway where you were trying to go, because Heechul kept escaping conversation like some sort of extremely beautiful eel, but Donghae wrapped his hand firmly around your wrist, steering you in a completely different direction. “Your work is done for now. The boss has some things to tend to. He asked me to help you get some frustration out.”
Before he crossed the threshold to a room new to you, he looked at you, waggling his eyebrows. “I’m more than happy to help, Lys.” He giggled at your huffed response as he pulled you out a side door and a few buildings over into what looked like a gym at a country club, just on a smaller scale. Taking in the sights before you, your brain reeled at the possibilities of what Heechul was going to have you working on now.
“It’s not like I’m not appreciative for a break, but is physical fitness really important to my training? I’m fit enough, but…” Donghae shushed you with a finger to your lips.
Eyebrow raised, he explained. “This isn’t just gym class. Boss asked me to evaluate your skills. See where you are so we’ll know where to start.” You wondered what he was talking about. Surely you wouldn’t be stranded without your powers? He grinned as though he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Come on, just think of it as a bit of stress relief. Let me show you what I want you to be able to do.” He proceeded to throw a few punches, one sequence after another. A minute became more as he got more focused. 
You allowed your eyes to roam his form as he continued his session. The thick, corded muscles from his biceps down his back, his ass just as shapely as his chest was, even to his hips as they tightened and flexed as he danced around the hanging heavy bag. A small sheen of sweat coated his forehead as he threw hit after hit. You even noticed how his tongue was situated between his teeth at the corner of his mouth. It was cute, but then, you took his figure in again in its very nice entirety.
If anything, you were getting more frustrated, though certainly not the way he’d intended.
You weren’t blind. Donghae was fit. That was the simplest way to put it. But the way he moved around the bag gracefully almost had you forgetting he was a supernatural creature. His eyes had a dangerous focus blazing in them, and you shuddered to think of those who would be on the receiving end of an angry version of this barrage. You couldn’t help but find it attractive, mentally thanking Heechul for suggesting this break; truth be told, you didn’t even try to stop your gaze from going wherever it was drawn to. Oh, the things you could imagine...
He stopped at hearing a whine from you, his eyebrow raised high. For a second, you were irrationally terrified that he could read your thoughts too. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were staring, hard.” He looked none too surprised by that - amused, if anything.
Fuck. At least he couldn’t see what I was thinking. You stuttered out some nonsense, words failing you at the fact that he’d caught you drooling over him.
Eyes shut in embarrassment, you didn’t notice him move, which is why you ended up jumping in surprise when you heard his voice in your ear. “This is delicious. Thanks for the free meal.”
“I...” Damn this anxiety. “Hey wait, I didn’t tell you that you could do that!” He rolled his eyes, and, really, you could tell you needed to concentrate so you could get done and leave. For your sanity’s sake. You stepped to the bag and looked at him, wide-eyed and ready for his instruction without any further distractions. Hopefully.
He chuckled. “Let’s see what you got. Give me a few good sequences and we’ll call it a day. And I promise I won’t tell Heechul that you were eyeing me like a piece of meat. Besides, it’s my job to do the ogling around here.” He winked, making you feel a bit weak in the knees.
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“As I mentioned, we unfortunately have a highly contagious bout of illness, and thus, those facilities are unavailable for a couple of nights. We can reschedule your appointment if you would just come this way.”
“You’re a goddamned liar! Lemme back there!” Regular though this man may be, at the moment, he seemed to be doing his best to make the saying that hell is other people a reality. Heechul’s temper reached its last frayed thread.
“You, sir, need to calm the hell down. You’re at a fifteen and I need you at, like, a seven,” Heechul snidely commented as the regular patron threw every excuse in the book at him as to why he should be allowed inside even if no one else is there. The growl that rumbled at the back of his throat was deep and raspy, full of rage as the patron tried to push his way from the front waiting room onto the main floor. Heechul called out in a dead language - and suddenly, the snarling long-time customer was frozen on the spot.
The thread snapped.
No longer willing to hold back, Heechul took a deep sigh of relief as he got right in front of the now confused man. “I told you, countless times,” he emphasized as he bared his teeth, “we are closed for the next couple of nights. I can see that you refuse to take my words seriously, not even attempting to cooperate.” His hand glided up to the patron’s face as his nail traced his red, splotchy cheek. “What you fail to realize is just who,” Heechul took that same nail and raked it from the patron’s temple to his lips, leaving a deep, seeping wound behind, “I am.” Taking the customer’s chin in his other hand, he jerks the man’s head in the direction of the floor.
Seconds later, Heechul had drawn a crude symbol on the marble. “You will never step foot in this establishment again. Should you even try, I will know. I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb. And I will enjoy every single second of it,” he hissed, face contorting in unbridled rage. Then he stood, straightening to his full height as the doors flew open.
As Heechul walked towards the doors, the man who was still immobile was moved to the opening. His body seemed to fly as he let out a terrified scream. 
“I don’t ever want to see you here again.” Heechul turned on his heel to walk away. He tilted his head a few degrees towards the sound when he heard Mi’s firm “Sir”, but didn’t falter in his step, as he had more important things to deal with. His favorite shapeshifter could handle the situation however he saw fit. Trash disposed of, Heechul added the area to be monitored more closely in addition to his typical security alert set, along with making a mental note to check his crew for potential teleporting capability or an ability to learn quickly so he could evaluate offering security training and shifts. There were plenty enough to rotate at the front and connecting doors, but in the back rooms...
That’s where danger turned on a dime.
Breathing slowly, Heechul ran his hand over the back of his neck. Problem after problem continued to appear. If he couldn’t entice some of the other customers to fill in those appointments, cover the disruption, it’d be two months at most before he had to evaluate dipping into the stash. The guilt of it ate at him whenever he couldn’t keep it entirely at bay. The ex-noble’s possessions were Heechul’s by right, but he hated exercising that option; Siwon was loyal, and good at his job, and would never turn down the request.
That it benefitted his safety as well as everyone in his employ was not as comforting as it should have been. Taking from it, even with permission, still felt like stealing. I need a drink.
No time. Back to work.
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The static took over your vision as you saw bits and pieces of something happening. Grainy images and darkened tones did not help. Even as your eyes closed, you squeezed them tighter and found you could see through someone else at the moment, someone tall and weighed down by something. Equipment? What could- You could hear a sinister cackle to your right but the current head you were occupying wouldn’t turn so you could see who it was. Though, if your memory served you well enough, it sounded like Claude and he was headed somewhere with a mission.
You studied the surroundings of the overly dressed-up group of men you were envisioning. Sidewalks, street lamps, old brick. “Shit!” You yelled out, gasping for breath as your feet began to move without you willing them to. You couldn’t be bothered to apologize for knocking into the others as you dashed to where Heechul’s magic was emanating strongest.
The doorway to his office was shut with a supernatural energy, but somehow, your inner self anticipated it. Without breaking stride, your palm came up and a small glow emanated from it. Light enveloped the door, causing its edges to hum, opening to you silently but swiftly.
“They’re coming.” Your eyes darted around the room, taking in the sights of Heechul’s closest and most trusted. Gulping, feeling like you couldn’t get enough oxygen, you panted, “It’s happening early. The...” A boom against the barred doors down at the end of the hallway sounded throughout the club. “The raid. Claude got- someone to bump up the time frame.” Heechul was by your side in an instant as the rest of the crew flew out of the room, knowing exactly what they needed to do.
Author’s note: mad props to @thesirenandtheking​. An amazing sounding board, wonderful aesthetic maker when it comes to setting, and SUJU knowledge!!! Couldn’t do this without you.
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momolady · 1 year ago
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Things Not Yet Written
Here is the list of things I want to write that may inspire commission ideas or even inspire you to write something in general!
First off, I re-read Himley the Mad Hatter recently, and I have been filled with this deep, horrible desire to go back and make it better. The bones are there in the story, but it is jumbled, wordy, and I know I could do such a character justice. I want to rewrite it so bad. This may be the top of my list of projects I want to do.
It was brought to my attention the story of Bray was never fully closed. I would like to both rewrite his first chapter and continue it.
The Minotaur clan in the Ruby Empire was once a huge idea for me, but it had to fall to the wayside. Claudio was the only one I got to talk about from that neck of the Ruby Empire wood, and I would like to go back and visit it.
Most of the Ruby Empire needs to be retconned and rewritten, but no one could afford o fix that mess, so moving on.
I need to finish the Levi rewrite now that I'm on it.
I also wouldn't mind revisiting my first monster story, the Strawberry monster. 
This one was an ask on Tumblr: "A homeless girl arrives at Hearthway Hollow with only but her  guitar and optimism to make money, not knowing about the traditions or  even knowing about the werewolves." 
A former magical girl who supposedly died but has been turned into a cyborg, whose power over music is now a powerful mind control power. That's all I've got, just a character.
Anothe tumble ask: "a goblin thinks he is getting catfished, after an online friend finally sent the first picture of herself." The idea of this sounds so fun, could be any monster. Coudl give me the chance to build a monster dating app.
I've been rewatching Star Trek TNG and Data has been giving me thoughts. So maybe something along the lines of the android and a companion.
A former royal concubine runs away, rather than spend her life serving others. Near death, she's rescued by a man (orc, minotaur, whatever) and his dog. But he lives high in the mountains and supplies are low as is. She agrees to use her skills to keep him company through the long, dark winter until spring thaws the mountain and she can cross the Cobra Strait. 
A short, spitfire thief breaks into the house of a supposedly single woman who is a shut in. The house appears in disrepair and the woman has surprisingly nice things, even if things are cluttered and stacked around. But the thief is caught by the woman, who is quite taller than him. She kidnaps him and keeps him in prisoner in her home where she reveals herself to be a vampire disillusioned with immortality and has been sustaining herself off critters who get into her house. The short thief is just the latest.
Speaking of height difference couples! A short statured fire demon finds himself smitten with one of the ice giant women.
A monster wins a date with the camgirl he admires.
A red riding hood retelling. I'm shocked I've not done that before.
An attempt to clone a powerful, ancient creature results in a monster that seeks revenge on the people who have been keeping them captve and used for experiments. To exact revenge, the monster kidnaps the head scientist's daughter, intending to turn her against her family and humans in general.
I reread Thilo last night and I want to rewrite it. If only for the fact the reader character seemed a bit...predatory. 
finish Misinformed! I think i need a couple of chapters to finish the story as it is before i do a rough draft rewrite.
An older woman reconnects with the orc she fell in love with. When Obresh was rescued by the Orcs her family decided to move rather than be ruled by the orcs, separating her from the orc she had fallen in love with. Decades later, she returns to Obresh and finds her former love. The two reconnect and finish what they started.
A halfling monster Hunter gets more than he bargained for when he comes into contact with two powerful and warring vampires.
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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago
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Buster & Rio
Buster: How much money do you have? Rio: Um, I can check my balance now Rio: Why? Buster: Let's just go straight from the spa, yeah? Buster: We can put all our shit in the car and just head to the airport when we're done Rio: I'm okay with that Rio: Where's the big rush come from though? Buster: My mum is gonna cut me off when we get back from Brazil so we might as well go now while we've got the most funds Rio: Wait Rio: what Rio: she said that? why, what happened? Buster: She didn't need to Buster: She went off on a big enough rant about how I spend my money wrong Buster: And she's said enough times that she doesn't want me to marry you so Buster: It's the next logical step Rio: Jesus Rio: What are you going to do? Buster: Like I said, we should go as soon as Rio: Are you sure? Buster: Yeah Buster: Do you not want to? Rio: I mean, of course I do Rio: but I want you to have time to think about this Rio: you don't have to rush Buster: Think about what? Rio: About what you're going to do Rio: about your ma, like Buster: Nothing's changed Buster: I'm gonna marry you, have our honeymoon and then go back to school for my exams Buster: If not before Rio: Yeah but Buster: But nothing Rio: Babe Rio: are you okay? Buster: 'Course Rio: It's okay if you aren't though Rio: It's really awful Buster: I'm not gonna cry about it Buster: She isn't Rio: Was she really awful? Buster: I mean, I've wasted 18 years of her life, who wouldn't be mad about that, like Rio: That's bullshit Rio: I can't believe she said that Rio: she doesn't mean it, she can't Buster: She does Rio: No Rio: I'm not having that Buster: Well, I'm not gonna fight with you about this Buster: It's done Rio: I'm not trying to fight you Buster: Then don't, just listen to what I'm telling you Rio: I am Rio: Tell me Buster: There's no fixing this Buster: So forget about her and focus on us Buster: What we're gonna do Rio: But I know you don't want it like this Buster: That's how it is Buster: I'm not gonna make myself unhappy for her Rio: There's no way we can fix this? Buster: I could go back to school and wait a decade to marry you Buster: Is that what you want? Rio: I mean Rio: Obviously not but if that's what you need to do Rio: I'm gonna be okay with it and support you Buster: Fuck that Buster: What about what I want? Buster: What you want Buster: I don't need her holding me to fucking ransom so I'll fall in line Buster: What the fuck is that Rio: I don't know what to say Rio: I'm so sorry Buster: Don't Buster: We haven't done anything wrong that's the whole point Rio: But it shouldn't be like this Rio: I wish it wasn't Buster: So let's leave it behind Buster: I love you Buster: Marry me Rio: I love you too baby Rio: What if it's always like this, what are we going to do? Buster: I don't need anyone or anything else if I've got you Buster: Seriously Rio: Yeah? Rio: Let's do it then Buster: Okay Rio: Have you hurt yourself at all, should I come back? Buster: I'm fine Buster: Stay Rio: Baby Rio: You know you can tell me anything yeah Buster: You should spend time with that lot before we leave Buster: We could be gone for a fortnight, like Rio: I want to be with you Buster: I'm right here, babe Rio: Yeah but you're hurting Rio: and I can't make it better from here Buster: But you are Rio: I am Rio: Good Buster: Don't you know you always do? Rio: I try but this is really shit Buster: It's whatever Buster: If my parents need to disown me to feel better they can Buster: It only makes a difference to my budget, like Rio: Maybe she was just angry Rio: We'll see, yeah? Buster: I have no doubt she was Buster: From the moment she ordered me on the next flight and I refused, if not before Rio: Yeah, that'd do it Rio: Why is it so important to her Rio: School, I mean Buster: I need it if I'm gonna make something of my life, apparently Buster: Bit rude, ain't it? Rio: I mean Rio: like maybe but you're not not going to do your exams Buster: She doesn't care Buster: She wants me away from you Buster: She thinks if it's hard enough we'll stop Rio: But we can't Rio: why does no one get that Buster: They don't want to understand Rio: This can't be any more fun for them than it is for us Buster: It's obviously not but the more they treat us like stupid kids who don't know what they're doing or want, the more they can dismiss us Buster: Like this will all just blow over and go back to how it was or some shit Rio: Fuck sake Rio: if it could've it would've by now Buster: Tell me something I don't know, babe Buster: Tell them too, if you want, but I'm sick of saying it Rio: Me too Rio: Let's just never come back, yeah Buster: Fine by me Buster: My mum doesn't reckon I can hack law school anyway so Rio: Well that's bullshit Rio: You're one of the hardest working people I've ever known Rio: You can do anything Buster: Yeah, well that was before I fell in love apparently Buster: Now I'm spending all my time wrong as well as their money Rio: Like you were doing a great job before??? Only books and healthy meals, like Rio: What Buster: I was a fuck up, sure, but I wasn't pathetic Buster: We are now, 'cause we can't deal with not seeing each other every second Buster: You can near enough direct quote that Rio: Wow Rio: She really went there then Rio: Christ Buster: And you think I'm charming, yeah? Rio: Does she mean it Rio: or is she just trying to say the things she knows will hit hardest Buster: I don't care Rio: Do you mean that? Buster: What does it matter Buster: It's been said regardless Rio: It matters to me Rio: I care what you feel Buster: I'm not gonna beg her to reconsider Buster: She feels how she feels and I feel how I feel Rio: I just want you to be happy Rio: Whatever that takes Buster: I'll be happy when you're my wife so Rio: It's happening Buster: Good Buster: Then I'm fine Rio: You will be Rio: I'll make sure of it Buster: Until then, I'm not drunk yet but I'm working on it Rio: Understandable Rio: Could use one myself now and I'm just hearing it second-hand Buster: Come pick me up later Buster: I'll add yours to my tab Rio: See Rio: Actually charming Buster: You make me want to be Rio: You are Rio: You can't even help it Buster: You're perfect and I'm glad you can't help that either Rio: Baby Rio: I'm going to tell you every good thing about you so you forget everything else Buster: You're cute Buster: You just want me to blush before you do Rio: Maybe Buster: I thought I was meant to be the one with a competitive streak Rio: I'm not being competitive Rio: You just look so pretty when you blush Buster: I do look good in pink Buster: Valid Rio: Exactly Rio: Almost as good as me but not being competitive with it Buster: You look better Buster: I'll gladly admit it Buster: You're so fucking beautiful in anything Rio: I love you so much Rio: We're gonna make a fucking beautiful man and wife, there I said it Buster: Yeah we are Buster: And we're gonna have beautiful babies one day Rio: Fuck Rio: Yeah we will, and you'll be the best Dad Buster: I'm gonna try Buster: If I do half as well as I know you will, I'll take it Rio: We'll be good Rio: Together Rio: We're the best team, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: You're going to feel so much better when you get on that beach, I promise Buster: I'll feel it once I'm on the plane Buster: I'd take a 24 hr flight over another day of this shit Rio: I feel it Rio: We can sleep most of the way there Rio: Not the whole time though Buster: I'll wear you out so you sleep well, don't worry Rio: That's why I said we can't sleep the whole time Rio: Great minds, babe Buster: 😏 Buster: Smart girl Rio: Hardly going to start making you wait now Buster: Good 'cause I can't wait to fuck you in first class Rio: 🤤 Rio: Yeah, I'm gonna feel soooo much better on the plane too Rio: can't we go now? Buster: Yeah we can Rio: I wish Rio: We've gotta go to the spa though Rio: Your sister is one of the only people supporting us fully right now Buster: I'll relax you there too if the treatments don't Rio: Yeah? Buster: 'Course Buster: You're gonna feel so good, babe Buster: Fuck everything else Rio: You too Rio: That's all I care about Buster: I know Buster: That's why I love you Buster: And why I'm gonna see how many times I can make you cum before we get kicked out of the spa for disturbing everyone else's relaxation Rio: Oh God Rio: I want you now Buster: Come find me Rio: 😒 I can't Rio: I let Mum and Dad get out for a bit, they've been so stressed Rio: Regretting that now Buster: You can still have me Rio: Yeah? Aren't you out right now? Buster: Yeah Buster: And? Rio: It's been that kind of day, true Rio: What can I do to help you unwind, daddy? Rio: Anything Buster: We'll have to be creative, won't we? But like I said, you're a smart girl Buster: I believe in you Buster: What do you have there to make yourself feel good? You know that's what I want Rio: You're so good to me Rio: I'm going to look Buster: Okay Buster: Pick whatever most reminds you of me Rio: 😩 Rio: Nothing is ever as good as you Buster: I know but if you try hard enough it'll be almost like I'm inside you Buster: You've got this, baby Buster: Just like old times, yeah? Rio: I'll go really hard Rio: I can't say I miss those times but remembering just how bad I wanted you is getting me ready for how big this toy is Buster: Yeah? Buster: I think I remember but I also think you should tell me Rio: When do you want me to tell you about? Rio: I've wanted you for so long Rio: After our kiss? When you started coming back 'round and you'd gotten hot? Or all of the not-quite moments that killed me? Buster: Jesus Buster: I wanna hear all of it Rio: You know the first time I ever touched myself I thought about you Buster: Seriously? Rio: Serious Rio: I didn't mean to really but when it started to feel good, I couldn't stop thinking about when you kissed me Rio: and it made it feel even better Buster: Fuck Buster: I just got hard Rio: Good Rio: I was so embarrassed the next time I saw you Rio: Thinking you'd know Buster: I can't believe I'm only just finding this out now Rio: I felt so dirty, baby Rio: but I couldn't stop, I touched myself every day thinking about you for so so long Buster: Me too Buster: Many times a day usually Rio: If I'd have known that then Rio: Jesus, I'd have died and gone to heaven, seriously Buster: I wish I could've told you how much you turned me on Buster: But at least I can say it now Rio: You can show me too Buster: Yeah Buster: Imagine if you'd caught me using your feed back then. My entire family nearly did so many times Rio: I would not have been mad Rio: You family would've been though 'cos if I knew for sure you liked me then, it would've happened so much sooner Buster: I wouldn't have been mad if it did Buster: Trust me Buster: You were so hot then and you're even hotter now Rio: I wish it had Rio: I wish you'd have taken my virginity Buster: Everyone's looking at me 'cause of how much that affected me Buster: Oh my god Rio: I would've done everything with you, baby Buster: Where can I buy a time machine, like? Buster: However much it is Rio: Seriously Rio: Thinking about it is getting me so close Buster: I would've treated you so right, you know Rio: I know Rio: Next time you fuck me can we pretend Buster: I need that Buster: As soon as we both get home Rio: I can't wait for you to show me how good sex can be Buster: You have to wait for me to sober up though, I want it to be perfect for you Rio: It's okay baby Buster: Don't worry, I'm not drunk, I promise Buster: And I'm stopping Buster: I'll be ready when you are Rio: We're making you feel better, remember Rio: Do whatever you wanna do Buster: It's exactly what I want Rio: You're gonna do all the things you dreamed about doing to me as a horny kid? Buster: You know it, babe Buster: Besides, if I don't get out of here you're gonna make me cum in front of everyone Rio: That's so fucking hot Rio: I wonder what everyone thinks Buster: They know what's happening Buster: You know I can't hide how much I want you Rio: When we get to Brazil you don't need to, you can fuck me on the beach, anywhere and everywhere Buster: I'm biting my lip so hard right now Rio: Me too Rio: Pablo has friends over, I've got to be quiet Buster: Fuck Buster: You know what that does to me Rio: I know you want them to hear me moaning for you so they know how bad I need you Buster: Baby Rio: Yes, Daddy? Buster: I need you too Buster: So bad Rio: I know Rio: I'm getting so ready for you Buster: Come here Rio: Where, baby? Buster: To me Rio: Are we going Home? Buster: I'll go anywhere you want Rio: Come here Rio: Fuck me in the room I fucked myself to the thought of you in Buster: Jesus Buster: Okay Buster: But if you keep being so fucking hot I won't make it Rio: I'm sorry but knowing you're hard right now makes me wanna get you off immediately it's just what I was born to do, like Buster: You're making me moan on my way out the door Buster: But even if you make me cum all over myself I'll get hard again by the time I walk through yours, you know that Buster: That's just how bad I want it Rio: I hope you always want me this bad Rio: You make me cum so many times before you do, it's so fucking Rio: you're so good, daddy Buster: You don't need to hope Buster: I will Buster: Same as loving you Buster: There's nothing you could do that'd make me want you any less Rio: Good because I need you Rio: Every day Buster: You've got me Buster: As many times a day as you need Rio: 😻 Rio: I can't wait 'til you live here always Buster: Me either Buster: You won't ever have to miss me, baby Rio: Good Rio: I've done enough for one lifetime, much too much Rio: You're mine now, whatever anyone says or thinks Buster: I'm all yours forever Buster: And you're mine Rio: Forever Rio: Going to have the ring and the paperwork to prove it soon but you already know Buster: I can't wait for everyone else to know it too Buster: Even though we don't have anything to prove Rio: Yeah Rio: Fuck everyone Rio: You're all I care about now Buster: I love you more than anything, Rio Rio: I love you, Buster Buster: You're so important Rio: You too Rio: And good and you're going to be great and I'l always tell you Rio: even if no one else does Buster: You're the best person I know or have ever met, seriously Rio: You're so cute Buster: It's true Buster: You actually can be or do anything Buster: I hope you know that Rio: I know I can do what I want to do if you're with me Buster: Good Rio: But so much of what I want to do is just be with you and love you and have a family with you, you know that, yeah? Rio: That'd be enough for me Buster: You're gonna make me cry Buster: Shh Rio: You're enough, Buster Rio: I can't stress how much I mean that, or how I'll never stop showing you that Buster: How could anyone be against this? You're the purest most loving fucking person Rio: Jealous, probably Rio: I don't know but I also know I'm sick of caring like it made me even a little happy, nevermind close to how happy you make me Buster: I feel the same Buster: I don't care if nobody else ever understands that 'cause I know you do Rio: I do Buster: I've run out of words Buster: I just want to be there with you now Rio: [Snap] Rio: Inspiration for you Buster: You can have loads of other sounds Buster: This cab driver did just hear them first, though Rio: Lucky 😒 Rio: Try not to be too jealous 😋 Buster: [Sends own pics] Buster: So you won't be Rio: Damn Rio: OKAY Rio: the driver better not be feeling you 'cos I need you here more than ever now Buster: If I could make him go any faster I would Buster: You've got me so close that even clothes are too much to deal with right now Rio: Okay but me when you get here Rio: And you've actually got to get all the way up the stairs for once Rio: my poor baby boy Buster: The things I do for you, babe Buster: The struggles Rio: Come on, you get my v card when you get here Rio: you know it's worth it Buster: You're always worth it Buster: Tell me about my glow up was I such an ugly kid before then or what, like? Rio: Don't be silly Rio: but we were kids, so as I was getting older and hadn't seen you properly for ages the memory became more of a cute kid than someone I could fuck myself thinking about, you know Rio: then you came around again, I can't even remember what the occasion was and you were like Rio: a man, I guess, cringe to say Rio: but you were so hot and grown and it was like, here we go again Buster: Oh Buster: Well, shit Buster: Sorry, like Rio: What are you saying sorry for? Buster: Being hot enough to wanna fuck without letting you actually Buster: I know what that feels like 'cause I had it whenever I saw you Rio: Oh, well, you're making up for it now Rio: But yeah Rio: that started the blatant jealousy phase Buster: Thank god we didn't go to school together Buster: I'd have had to kill any lad that looked at you Buster: It would have been exhausting and constant Rio: I know, right? Rio: Think I'm a distraction now Buster: I remember when I first saw you around that same time Buster: My mum thinks I'm pathetic now Buster: I fucking forgot how to breathe, I swear Rio: Baby Rio: We honestly deserve medals for how long we fought that shit because seriously Rio: I could've had you right there and then Buster: I wish Buster: I'd never seen a real person who looks that good before and all these years later I'm still like Buster: Speechless and breathless for you Rio: I don't know what to say to that Buster: You don't have to say anything Buster: I just want you to know Rio: Now I'm gonna cry, like Buster: It blows my mind that loads of other people haven't told you any of this Rio: Why would anyone Rio: Sure no one but you has ever actually thought it Buster: I don't believe that Buster: I can't Rio: I've never met anyone who is as honest as you Rio: like genuinely honest to a default, with the good as well as the bad Rio: you don't just use it as a thinly veiled excuse to be a dick Buster: I mean, I have Buster: But no Rio: Your parents? Buster: Sometimes you just wanna hurt people, you know Buster: Too many to count probably Rio: We've all said things to win arguments Rio: You aren't the only one who's done that Buster: I'm just like her though, aren't I? Buster: You're right, my mum knows exactly what to say to cause maximum damage Rio: It's just a defense mechanism Rio: she had to, you had to Rio: it doesn't make you bad people Buster: It makes me feel like a bad person Buster: It makes me feel bad full stop Rio: I know Rio: It got you this Rio: far Rio: But if you don't want to be like that now, you don't have to, you can try different Buster: I know Buster: I'm not who I was Buster: I wouldn't let you marry that cunt, like Rio: I never thought you were a cunt Rio: really, like Buster: Yeah, 'cause you've always used your bullshit detector Buster: But you don't deserve past me Rio: I'm complaining, like Rio: I know how far you've come, I see it Rio: and I love you now so Buster: I love you Rio: Let's be real, I was hardly living my best life even like, a year back Rio: regardless of how adult they reckon us, we've both grown, thank God Buster: Yeah Buster: And we can see how good we are for each other even if they don't want to Rio: You're the best thing that ever happened to me Rio: No one realizes how fucked I was before because I didn't show it Buster: Same Buster: Well, you knew, but you know everything so Rio: Naturally Rio: You knew too Rio: You wouldn't let me fob you off Buster: I should've done more to help you though Buster: I'm sorry Rio: What could you have done that you didn't, babe Buster: I used to be such a prick to you Buster: I hate that Rio: Well you know Rio: practically blueballed to death so Rio: forgiven, like Buster: Shut up Buster: I am now but I'm not gonna start a fight with you Buster: Hot as that used to be, at least some of the time Rio: You made no secret of how hot you found it, babe Rio: which made it even worse, you know I like it when you get aggressive but now I've gotta be mad on principle? 😒 Buster: Don't Buster: I had to invite girls round after every argument we had in each others inboxes Rio: 😣 Not fair Rio: Guess I kinda fucked Curtis in your face though so 😬 Buster: And honestly, I sent a lot of them home 'cause like I said, there's nobody like you Buster: It just made me more frustrated Rio: Nothing worse than a shit ride Rio: just makes the problem 10x worse Buster: Yeah Buster: Thank fuck I can take care of myself Rio: Don't get me started on how hot that is Buster: You don't wanna talk about it? Buster: Don't be shy, babe Rio: You know how hot you are Rio: No lads do half the things you do, you're lucky if they send you a dick pic they've sent to every other girl ever and the chat is abysmal Rio: not even to start on the actual sex and how much better you are then too Buster: It's all for you Buster: If you weren't worth it I wouldn't Buster: Christ knows I didn't put this much effort in for Chelsea girls Buster: But they didn't make me this turned on without being touched so Buster: Or even when Rio: Damn right they didn't Rio: No one can do you like I can Rio: don't forget it Buster: How can I, I'm so aware how hard you could make me cum right now in this taxi if you want to Rio: 😋 Rio: Don't tempt me Buster: But I need you to fuck me, any way you like, including that Buster: So I can't stop you Rio: That's permission to keep going? Buster: If that's what you want, baby Rio: Hmm Rio: It is one of my favourite things to make you cum in your pants, especially when you're in public and have to try and pretend very hard you're not Buster: I know Buster: And you know how easy it'd be, but if you need reminding, like Buster: [pics] Rio: Oh baby, you're so close Rio: Barely any challenge at all Buster: Yeah Buster: You've had me there for so long Rio: You want to cum, don't you? Buster: Please Rio: Oh, good boy Rio: remembering your manners even when you're being really bad in the back of that cab Buster: You know I've been well behaved this whole time Buster: Don't tease me Rio: You think you deserve a reward? Buster: It's not up to me Buster: It's up to you Rio: That's better too Rio: 'cos you're definitely not in any position to be making demands, babe Buster: Rio, Jesus Rio: I know baby Rio: Tell me, how oblivious is this driver? Buster: He's more aware than most of the bar was Buster: I know that's what you wanna hear but it also happens to be true Rio: I'm just thinking Rio: How much you can get away with Rio: and how much I could if I was there with you Buster: You know I'll do anything Buster: I don't care Rio: I care about not getting you arrested, babe Rio: But you can start over your clothes Rio: Slow Buster: Okay Buster: He's definitely already gossiping about me on his headset in a language that ain't Irish Buster: But I think I'm safe from the cells for now Rio: That's alright then Rio: if I have to bail you out just to fuck you I ain't gonna be happy, like Buster: Hot as that is, probably best not Rio: You'll just have to take extra time on this baby, nice and slow, try to keep my name in your head and out your mouth for now Buster: I'm trying but Rio: But? Buster: I can't Rio: How badly do you need me? Buster: I'm so desperate for you Rio: I want you to touch yourself properly now, baby Rio: I want you to feel how throbbing and hard you are, feel what I'm gonna feel Buster: Oh god Rio: How does that feel, better? Buster: So good Buster: Fuck me Rio: 'Cos you asked so pretty Rio: Give it to me, hard and fast as you want now, I want it, I want you, Buster Buster: Say that again Buster: Tell me how much you want me Rio: I want you so much, I'd do anything to be with you Rio: I have Rio: I need you, Buster, please fuck me Buster: Rio Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Rio: Forever Buster: Don't stop, okay Rio: Never Buster: Loving me, wanting me, telling me, any of it Rio: I promise Rio: Even if I could, I would never want to Rio: You're so fucking perfect Buster: You are Rio: Yeah Rio: We are Buster: You're gonna be such a hot wife Rio: Yeah? Rio: Is that what you're thinking about as you fuck yourself then? Tell me Buster: I'm thinking that I can't wait to come home to you Buster: And not just today Rio: You know I'm always gonna greet you from a hard day at the office right, babe Rio: Every day Buster: I'm gonna give you a goodbye that doesn't feel like one every day Buster: 'Cause you'll still be feeling it when I come back Buster: Whatever you're doing and however long I'm gone Rio: Fuck Rio: I need that Rio: I want nothing more than to feel you between my legs all the time, even when you're not there Buster: And I'll fuck you on the stairs until the neighbours have our vows memorised too 'cause you'll be reciting them back to me every time Buster: It'll be that good Rio: Daddy Buster: I know, baby Rio: You have no idea how wet I am now Buster: Show me Rio: [Video] Rio: Because you need to hear how loud it is too Buster: Well, now you've got me being loud too Buster: Jesus Christ Rio: I don't care who hears Rio: this is how you've got me, baby Buster: You know I'd scream for you if it makes you cum Buster: Nobody else exists to me Rio: You really would do anything for me, wouldn't you? Buster: Yeah Rio: Shit Rio: I love you I love you Buster: Keep saying it Rio: I love you Buster I love you so fucking much Buster: You're gonna make me cum everywhere Buster: Oh fuck Rio: Me too Rio: Cum with me baby please Buster: Yeah together Rio: Always Rio: Marry me Buster: All you've gotta say is I do, baby Buster: I will Rio: Literally say whatever you like at this point Buster: Just fuck yourself harder Buster: I want you to moan right now Rio: Yes sir Rio: I swear, everyone can hear me Buster: Yeah they can Buster: You're that good Rio: For you Rio: I'm doing exactly what you told me, daddy Buster: You're such a fucking angel for me Rio: I am Rio: I just wanna look after you so good and make you cum Buster: Good 'cause I need you to finish what you started Rio: I promise Buster: Now though Rio: I know what'll make you cum Rio: You're coming to take my virginity in my childhood bedroom but do you want another actual first too? Rio: Because I really do Buster: You know I want that as badly as you do Buster: Tell me Rio: I want you to take me from behind Rio: I've never done it with anyone but sometimes I put a finger up there and it feels fucking incredible it stretches me so tight Rio: I want you to take my anal virginity, if you want to Buster: That's so hot Buster: I've never done it before either but I really want to with you Rio: Promise? Buster: Of course Buster: I'm never gonna lie to you Rio: Good, we can have this together then Buster: You're always so right Buster: That did make me cum Rio: I knew it would Buster: I'm gonna have to give this cabbie so much money Rio: Whoops Rio: I can always facetime in so he knows I'm real and you're not just a pervert 😏 Buster: I'm fine with that but I'll probably leave the reason why the bill is so high off the spreadsheet my mum wants of my expenses Rio: In the bad books enough as is, babe Rio: why not go all out? gonna be mad regardless Buster: You're so fucking beautiful though at least the driver wouldn't be mad the second he sees your face Rio: I'll put some clothes on so we can pretend it's just my beautiful face 😉 Buster: Yeah he doesn't need to see any more to understand the state I'm in Buster: But don't put too many clothes on 'cause I'm not that far away Rio: You're going to need to get hard for me again Rio: Putting in the work to undress me will do you good Buster: I only need a few minutes, we might be getting married but I'm not middle aged or that turned off Buster: But fine, I like it Rio: Can't be nice all the time, babe Rio: got to keep you on your toes Buster: Who you treat me reflects how I treat you so, again fine Buster: If that's how you want it, baby Buster: How* Rio: 😻 Rio: You know it is Buster: Yeah but I'm still gonna make you beg me Buster: Just for a while Rio: Oh really Buster: Can't play too nice, right? Buster: Not if I'm gonna give you exactly what you need Rio: You're so right Rio: I'm so fucking glad you get me, and what I need Buster: Always Buster: You know you can start now, if you like Buster: But you might wanna wait until you can be on your knees Rio: I can be on my knees for when you get here Rio: Nothing if not dedicated Buster: 'Course you can Buster: I love that about you Rio: How else do you want me, daddy? Buster: Mouth and eyes open Buster: You gotta sort out this mess you made Rio: Holy Rio: That's totally fair and I won't really really enjoy that, promise Buster: Good Buster: While we're on the subject you have loads of lube right? I only wanna hurt you in the ways you want Rio: Yeah, we're good baby Rio: I promise it'll be the best thing you've felt since the first time you were inside my cunt Buster: That's a really big promise Rio: I know Rio: Hold me to it Buster: I have to, now Rio: I practically came on the spot the first time we fucked Rio: I was very impressed you didn't Buster: Well, I was trying to impress you so Buster: Glad that worked Rio: You were better than I'd ever imagined, you know you were Rio: and I thought about it a lot so Buster: I couldn't last that long but I didn't want it to be like the first kiss again, you know Buster: All that build up and then just Buster: Me not living up to it Rio: It was perfect Rio: so was the kiss Rio: you'll say I don't mean it but I do Buster: I know you do Buster: Trying to make me cry again Buster: I don't ever want to disappoint you, Rio, in anything Rio: Well you never have Rio: so don't worry about it too much Buster: I'm gonna make sure I never will Buster: I swear Rio: I trust you, baby Rio: I trust you with my life Buster: Is that why you didn't wanna do anal with anyone else? Or, like, did you want to but it just never happened? Rio: Pretty much Rio: Like it was either being too embarrassed to say I wanted it, because they'd just be dicks, or knowing they didn't care enough to do it right and be gentle Buster: You can tell me anything you want to do, you know Rio: I know Rio: You too Rio: but you can tell me if you ever don't want to do something, or me to say something Rio: I won't be mad or offended Buster: Same Buster: I don't ever wanna be that person for you Buster: You don't have to do anything ever 'cause of me Rio: You couldn't be, you just aren't like that Rio: Anyway, there isn't much I can think of that I wouldn't do with you Buster: Me either but we should still think of a safe word Buster: In case we wanna stop anything Rio: Good idea Rio: What should it be? Something really unsexy Buster: Just say Chlo's name that'd stop me dead no matter what Rio: 😂 Oh God Buster: No, but seriously, it's gotta be something stupid that we just wouldn't say normally Rio: Hmm Rio: Let's go for Rio: Lampshade Buster: Works for me Rio: It was the first mundane thing I could see from down here on the floor, like Buster: Don't make it hot Rio: Damn, I'm bad at this 😋 Buster: You're so good at everything else that's why Buster: I'm not mad about it Buster: I bet you look really fucking sexy right now, don't you? Rio: and I just fucking love everything you do to me, the idea of needing one seems so ludicrous but hey Rio: [Selfie] Rio: You tell me Buster: You look better than I knew you would Buster: Jesus Buster: I'm trying to wait until I'm out of this car before I get too turned on again for this poor bloke's sake but Buster: I couldn't stop thinking about you before you sent that so now Buster: It sounds really stupid 'cause we've been talking this whole time but I miss you so much Buster: Touching you Buster: Kissing you Buster: Being close to you at all Rio: It doesn't sound stupid at all to me Rio: so if it is I am too Rio: I always miss you unless you're literally in my arms Buster: I'm so glad you feel it too Rio: You never have to doubt that Rio: Hurry up though baby so you can do all those lovely and less lovely things to me please Buster: I'm literally around the corner, don't worry Buster: I can't wait to see you Rio: I bet Rio: Lucky no one else is gonna barge in with all the noise I was making Buster: There is no way I'm letting anyone ruin this for us Buster: Whatever I have to do, I'd even walk from here, like Rio: Such a romantic baby 😉 Buster: I know and you'll be saying that sincerely when I use all the energy I've saved, by not doing those steps, on you Rio: Promises, promises Buster: Can we record this since it's a first? Rio: FUCK Rio: How are you gonna just drop that when I'm being a brat? Rio: Um yes, of course we can Rio: we've gotta Buster: I don't care if it's not like streaming level production quality Buster: I just wanna have it Buster: Like, bonus if it is Rio: I know how to do this babe, you'll be able to watch see every face I make and hear every moan, I promise Buster: I was hoping you'd say that Buster: Is it ready though 'cause I'm outside and I'd hate for you to have to change position when you've been so good Rio: I won't move Rio: Priorities, I need to clean you up properly before you can even think about giving me a reward Buster: Alright Buster: Well, I'm on my way Buster: Literally Rio: 🙌
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