#PLEASE ASK ME MORE heehee

[rainbowcaleb]

3, 19, 14 for the fic writer asks!

ooh many! (from the list here)

3. What's your favorite fic that you've written?

Cheater's answer is my as-of-yet unpublished ending to Fourth Corner. (sorry, sorry) But honestly the only fic I've actually re-read by choice (and not for editing reasons) is my spicy Patience, which to this day is the only fic I've gotten direct DM'd compliments on XD

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as a comic or a film, which fic would you pick?

I think it would be unhingedly delightful to see the giant bug fight from Fourth Corner animated, as a fight scene is so cinematic. Also Catfe comics would make me weep fr. That would be such a cozy comic book to read.

19. Give us a small teaser from your WIPs.

Let's do a recent one! My luciessek monster length fic is very unpublished but I love my terrible sons so much.

Essek’s meager concentration was broken with a heavy weight across his shoulders. He had spent all day attempting to find a clean corner amongst the chaos before giving up and floating over the questionably stained cot. Light, he can’t believe he had slept on that before. Finding what he wanted amongst this latest batch of tomes was just as insufferable of a task. He was so close, so close, to a breakthrough. All knowledge was hard won, some a bloodstained trophy, but Essek knew it would be worth it. It had to be.

And then Lucien fucking Tavelle had to drape himself across his floating body and knock him half out of the air and fully out of his thoughts. 

“Play a game with me Essek.” He spoke in that dangerous purr, voice rumbling against Essek’s back.

“You want something.” He replied matter of fact. With Lucien, it often was the case.

“That isn’t the game, darling.” Lucien stepped aside but didn’t let go of Essek, leaning to whisper in his ear. “Good news or bad news. I’ll let you pick.”

“How magnanimous.” Essek knew this push and pull, the familiarity like muscle memory of dance steps. He tilted his head away, wanting to make Lucien work for it. “Start with the bad news, Lucien, out with it.”

“Always the same answer, tsk. We have a leak.” 

There was no way Lucien, as wrapped over Essek as he was, didn’t feel the sharp and immediate tensing of his shoulders.

“And you are sure, how?”

“Call it divine intuition.” Lucien’s teeth were on Essek’s neck now, teasing between words. 

“There is nothing divine about you.” Essek snapped back. This was catastrophic, why wasn’t Lucien out there right now, predator to this prey? What they were doing could never be made public.

“That’s the joke, darling.” Hands trailed up Essek’s back, a little bit of claw to their gentle touch. Lucien dug his fingers into Essek’s shoulders; a massage and a reminder.

[ninvic-rbs]

Not a burda fan however I still wanna answer your poll question as an ally Daniil would 100% be the one to confess first since he’s much more open emotionally while Artemy’s more repressed emotionally and in general

Hey anon! That's kind of an odd take imo. I'd say both seem pretty emotionally repressed? Or at least not very emotional at all?

The only emotions I can remember dankovsky ever expressing are like, ruminating in misery when he's drunk at the end of p2, or telling everyone that his life is over at the beggining of p1 after finding out simon's dead, or when he tells artemy he's gonna kill himself in the haruspex route in p1 right before the inquisitor arrives. You could argue he's more emotional in day 11 in p2 but to me he seems more unhinged, borderline manic rather than emotional.

And yeah I guess you could argue that artemy is more repressed, since you'd expect more of an emotional reaction of someone who just found their dad is dead, but I'd argue he shows more emotion than daniil? Especially in p2. Particularly after all his bound get infected on day 10, when he talks to them he sounds positively wretched, especially with murky. And he gets unfairly angry at capella after the children are taken from the town, even though it wasn't her fault and she's just a kid and he knows that. [Reminder here that anger is an emotion]

Idk, I'm not sure I agree. But I still don't know who would confess in a burda scenario, bc daniil seems to be operating from a place of pride most of the time, and I don't think he'd take that first step unless he was 110% sure he'd be reciprocated (especially confessing to a man), and artemy seems way too stoic to really place too much importance on smth like that. It feels more like he'd just take their relationship in steide, in whatever stage it was, without feeling the need to talk abt it.

But please share your own takes!! And tell me if I missed a critical example and I'm wrong

[sexynetra]

Hiiii! Hope everything is great with you! Is it too pretentious to ask for a little SSS? 🤭

Not pretentious at all!! I lost track of the days of the week 😅

I’m still slowly but surely (more slowly than surely) plugging away at this chapter so I promise there will be content coming sometime 😭

anyways for now here’s… six-ish sentences? Marcia’s sentence fragments are the bane of my existence for these 6 sentence Sundays tbh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eyes still closed, Anetra spoke up after a moment. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not staring. Your eyes are closed anyways. Shut up,” Marcia sputtered out and Anetra laughed warmly.

“I can feel your eyes burning holes in me. It’s fine, I think it’s cute.”

[minswriting]

DROP THE ATTITUDE - S.R x READER

About: Spencer’s been giving you an attitude all day and you’re not having it.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, brat!spencer, mean dom! reader, slapping, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, sub!spencer, mentions of spencer’s addiction, etc.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Let’s bring back kinky spencer tumblr fr. If there’s anything you don’t like in the warnings, just don’t read. Border is by @esote-rika and this is proof read by @beenreidingaboutyou . Please comment and reblog to support your creators! The fic was originally called “Brat” but i changed the name heehee.

It wasn’t often that Spencer gave you an attitude. Usually he was very kind and respectful, happy and upbeat, understanding and adoring. He’d ramble about anything and everything on his brain. But today? Today, Spencer was off and giving you an unnecessary attitude which you were not going to allow to happen.

It had been a little while since the two of you had done anything sexual. With his long hours at the BAU and your job getting in the way of the rare alone time the two of you would have, it’s been a bit hard to sneak in some sexual time together. Today was a rare day that you both had off and rather than spending time together in an enthusiastic manner, Spencer was annoyed and dismissive of you.

Like when you had woken up in bed alone to the smell of coffee. You had gone into the kitchen, still wearing your pajamas as you walked up behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around him. “Good morning,” You said softly, as you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder blade.

“Morning.” He said shortly, a complete difference in how he usually greeted you in the morning. The way you were greeted in the morning usually consisted of peppering your face with kisses and wishing you a good morning as he grabbed your butt. This was a complete difference but you tried your best to ignore it. He was likely very tired due to working very hard the last few weeks.

“Are you alright?” You murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder but letting go of Spencer.

“I’m fine,” He said coldly, grabbing his cup of coffee and pulling away from you, leaving you with a frown on your lips from Spencer’s out-of-character behavior.

You decided to give him space as you got yourself ready for the day and went to the store to buy groceries for the two of you. And while you were out, you had gotten one of Spencer’s favorite snacks. When you had gotten home, grocery bags in hand, Spencer wasn’t in the living room like he had been when you left. Instead, you heard him in the shower.

As you were putting the groceries away, you heard the shower turn off. When Spencer eventually came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, you greeted him with a smile. “Hi, my love,” You exclaimed, holding up Spencer’s favorite snack. “I bought you these while I was out.”

And rather than being met with a “thank you”, you were met with nothing but a sassy response. “I didn’t ask you to buy those for me,” He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

You once again frowned. “I know you didn’t,” You exclaimed. “But I wanted to.”

“Okay,” He said before walking away, going to the bedroom.

The whole interaction left a sour taste in your mouth as you finished putting away all the perishable items. The last time Spencer had given you such an attitude was when he was on Dilaudid. And then suddenly, something in your brain clicked as you felt worry wash over you. You put down the box of pasta you were holding before making your way to the bedroom as well. You didn’t bother to knock on the door as you walked in.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked, looking at Spencer, who was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard with a book in his hands. Though you could tell he wasn’t really reading it.

“What do you mean?” He asked with disinterest, his eyes glued to the book.

“You’ve been cold to me all morning,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms. “So what is wrong with you today?” You asked once more. You were concerned, annoyed, and overall not enjoying the energy that Spencer was giving you.

“Nothing,” He replied simply, his eyes still on the book.

“Nothing?” You let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Clearly it’s something otherwise you wouldn’t be acting this way.” You looked away for a second, taking a deep breath before putting your gaze back on Spencer. “Are you using Dilaudid again?” You asked, your tone much softer but your face held a look of concern.

That sudden question caused Spencer’s eyes to shoot over to you as he immediately closed the book. “No,” he replied quickly. “Why would you think that?”

You frowned. “Because you haven’t given me this much of an attitude since you were using,” You replied honestly.

Spencer frowned as well, a small look of hurt on his face as he realized that he had been acting rudely to you all day. “I-I’m not using,” He said honestly. “I’ve just been frustrated all day.”

“And so you’ve been acting like a brat all day?” You retorted.

Spencer tensed for a second, biting his bottom lip as he had a certain look in his eyes. And that’s when it hit you. He really had been acting like a brat today. It had been so long since the two of you have done anything remotely sexual. And he’d been acting like a cunt because he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in so long.

“Oh my god,” you said, walking closer to Spencer. “You’re sexually frustrated.”

Spencer didn’t respond as he watched you get closer to him. He put the book he had in his lap on the nightstand as you moved to sit yourself on his lap. “I-“ he began but you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips.

“Brats don’t deserve to talk,” you replied.

This led to your dress being ridden up with Spencer’s pants lowered just enough for his cock to be out as you bounced on his cock. Spencer’s hands were on your hips as he looked at you with his eyes blown out in pleasure. “You’re so wet-“ Spencer began but stopped when your hand collided with his cheek. He let out the loudest moan, bucking his hips into yours. Clearly an indication that he loved the feeling.

“As I said earlier,” You breathed out, slowing your hips. “Brats don’t deserve to talk.”

It wasn’t often that you had to tame Spencer. He was usually such a good boy for you. Or you were a good girl for him. But when you had to tame him, he wanted you to be harsh on him. He adored whenever you slapped him and choked him, to put him in his place. “My dirty boy,” you said, licking your lips. The hand that collided with Spencer’s cheek gripped his jaw, keeping his head from falling back from the pleasure. “Think you can have an attitude all day simply because you want to get your dick wet? How pathetic.” Spencer whined at the degradation, pressing himself into you as your hips collided with his. “There’s this thing called using your words. You need to use them if you want something.”

“I-I’m-“ Spencer tried to speak but your hand went to his throat, pressing gently to cut off the blood flow but not to cut off his oxygen.

“Did I say you were allowed to speak?” You asked, keeping your hand there. You continued moving your hips, going faster as you bounced on Spencer’s cock. To say you missed this was an understatement. The feeling of Spencer’s cock diving in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right. And the times you got to be in control? Divine, absolutely divine.

Spencer was whining and whimpering underneath you, his cheeks were reddened by the heat of the moment and the lack of blood flow to his brain. His lips were parted as his beautiful brown eyes were on you, looking at you in pure bliss. Your hand moved from Spencer’s neck to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you rode him a bit faster.

“Oh my god,” Spencer breathed out, throwing his head back. If you had been feeling particularly mean, you would slap him again and make him look at you. But you decided he deserved at least just a little break. “Feels so good, feels so good,” He whined, closing his eyes in pleasure.

That was something you were not going to allow.

You smacked his cheek again, causing Spencer to whimper loudly as he moved his head to look at you once more. His eyes were glistening with tears and the imprint of your hand on his cheek. “What are you going to do, Spencer,” You asked mockingly. “Cry about it?” You held a faux sympathetic look on your face as you spoke, the movement of your hips not faltering. You clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock, eliciting a pathetic moan from the genius beneath you.

“I’m so close,” Spencer choked, tears spilling from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk. The sight of Spencer crying was much more of a turn on than you cared to admit to yourself. He gripped your hips tighter.

You chuckled, taking pleasure in Spencer’s current state. “Do you deserve to cum?” You asked, a mocking pout on your lips.

Spencer groaned. “No,” He mewled. “Need to cum so badly though,” He said, looking at you through teary eyes. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good to you, I’ll be your good boy,” Spencer begged, his bottom lip wobbling as he spoke.

How could you say no when Spencer was begging you so nicely? God knows he truly does need it. “Oh, my baby,” You cooed, grinding your hips against Spencer’s. “Yes, you can cum for me.”

That was all Spencer needed as he bucked his hips into yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you as he met your hips with his own movements. He was moaning loudly, so loudly that you were sure the neighbors could hear what was going on. You were close too, the feeling of Spencer’s cock adding to the heat in your abdomen. And with just a few thrusts, Spencer began cumming. “Oh-Oh fuck,” He whined, spilling his seed inside of you which sent you over the edge as well. Your cunt clamped around Spencer’s cock as your orgasm overcame you.

And when you were both finished, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosened. You let out a satisfied hum as you lifted yourself up and off of Spencer’s cock. “Feel better?” You breathed out, looking at Spencer.

Spencer looked at you almost dazed as he nodded his head. “Much better,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you on the lips which you happily reciprocated.

When you pulled away, you rested your hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “Next time you’re frustrated, you need to tell me,” You murmured, leaning in to kiss Spencer’s cheek, the one you slapped.

“I will,” Spencer said, moving his head to kiss your lips once more.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and holding one another, relishing in the rare day off the two of you had.

[fanficriter]

HEYYY CAN WE GET ANOTHER TAMAKI UPDATE PLEASE LOVE YOUR WRITING BUT I NEED SOME MORE OF MY BOY TAMAKI PLEASE 🫶🏻🫶🏻

heehee yes i will ALWAYS write for my man :3

Floor time

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

this is so stupid and so short but i giggled while writing it so i hope u can giggle reading it

Walking through the halls of the dorms, you were trying to find your boyfriend. You spot his friends, Nejire and Mirio. Walking up to them with a smile, you ask about Tamakis whereabouts.

“Hey guys! You know where Tamaki is?”

You ask with a small smile. Mirio nods.

“Yep! He’s having floor time in his dorm.”

Your head tilts.

“Floor time…?”

By the time you had said the words, they had already walked away.

What in the world was floor time? You make your way to Tamakis dorm to do your own investigating.

Knocking softly on the door of his dorm, you’re met with no reply. You should have expected this much as you didn’t let him know you were coming beforehand and he doesn’t answer the door for strangers. Luckily, he had given you a spare key. You gently open the door…

“Tama..?”

You say softly. His eyes open and look at you, his expression unchanging.

“Hi..”

He says softly. You stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds then purse your lips in a thin line before you decide to speak.

“What.. what are you doin?”

He blinks at you.

“I’m having floor time.”

“Floor time?”

“Floor time.”

You both exchange another awkward stare.

“Would you like to join me?”

He asks, sounding almost hopeful.

A moment of silence passes until you finally move your feet, walking into the room and shutting the door behind you. You move towards him, lying down on the hard yet surprisingly comfortable floor. More silence, you chose not to disturb it. Tamakis pinkie slowly reaches out and interlocks with yours, you could practically sense the blush on his face. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself start to relax. Focusing on the feeling of the floor beneath you, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling outside, you wrap your pinkie around your boyfriends just a little tighter.

You could get used to floor time.

[winterrrnight]

what’s stopping rafe from letting reader carve her initials on his v line ??? lowk might need a fic like this tbh

oh my god I love this so so much here is a blurb for you beautiful <3 i 100% see pogue!reader giving rafe a stick and poke tattoo of that heehee (especially maybank!reader cause r definitely learnt how to do these from JJ :p) let me know your thoughts on it ml! 💚

you give rafe a stick and poke tattoo of your initials on his v line <3 a rafe x pogue!maybank!gn!reader blurb <3 cw: established relationship, minimal usage of nicknames and swear words, usage of needles and giving a stick and poke tattoo, a very small mention of bleeding, I did research on how these are done cause I had no idea lol so if anything is wrong please forgive me 🤠🙏🏼

“really? you’d let me do that?”

“yeah sure, why not?”

you couldn’t believe your ears. it was just another night for you at tannyhill, you and rafe under his covers snuggled close to each other as you rested your head on his chest, your fingernails softly dragging across his torso. your fingers had just reached his prominent v line that was showing because his shorts were hanging low, and as you gently scratched it, your mind couldn’t help but think how enticing your initials carved against his skin would look. so, you asked him, and mentally prepared to get your idea straightaway rejected, but he complied, too quickly, and that definitely excited you.

you practically jumped off your bed to get your bag that you always brought with you each time you came to tannyhill and got your supplies out.

“you carry that with you all the time?” he asked amusedly as he saw you sit back down on the bed with your supplies.

“of course,” you said with a deadpan look. what kind of question is that?

rafe only chuckled and shook his head, watching you intently as you prepared everything for it – which wasn’t a lot, a disinfectant and a cotton pad, the bottle of ink, the needle, and a small container of vaseline – but you were definitely more hygienic when it came to stick and poke tattoos than your brother, who just straightaway dove into it.

you gently cleaned the area on his v line where you wanted to tattoo your initials with the disinfectant, and then got to etching the tattoo. you were slow, and careful. you kept on taking regular looks at rafe to see if he was in any sort of pain, but he was taking it like a champ, barely letting out any noises at the stinging of the needle. you kept your steady speed up, and carefully etched your initials, separated by a period mark.

“and done,” you smiled as you lifted your head from your bending position over his leg, and gently cleaned around the area and wiped the small drops of blood with the help of vaseline.

“whoa,” rafe muttered as he saw your initials on his v line, the ink black against his fair skin.

“you like it?” you asked with a smirk as you cleared your supplies and kept them back in.

“oh i love it,” he said softly, his gaze fixed at the initials. “that’s hot, like really motherfuckin’ hot,”

you softly laughed, shaking your head as you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his skin right next to the tattoo.

“now you’re all marked up.”

— —

I WANNA MARK RAFE LIKE THAT HELLOW???

[3d-wifey]

PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A READER WHO'S JUST AS MUCH OF A FERAL FREAK AS LOGAN JUST IDC WHAT HER MUTATION IS, JUST MAKE IT ANIMALISTIC SO THEY CAN HAVE FREAK NASTY SMUT

Back to the Kitty (Cus She's Kinda Pretty)

Pairing: Logan James "The Wolverine" Howlett x Lynx!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut heehee, uh munch logan supremacy, hybrid au (?), NSFW, NSFT

A/N: This has been my man since 2000 and I was only born in 2004, I'm so happy he's fucking FINALLY GETTING LOVE GOD DAMN. Reader is implied to be black but you can still read it if you aren't, as always. Also, it's been shown in canon again and again that Logan is weak to the whims of a pretty woman, especially early Logan, so dont give me no goddamn lip about this being unrealistic.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Logan stares at the wooden door long after Summers leaves. He scoffs, irritated. Something about the Boy Scout rubs him the wrong way. He rolls his eyes. "Prick."

"I see you've met Scott." Logan spins around, and sees… No one. There couldn't be another telepath rummaging around in his head. Between one blink and the next, a woman appears on what's supposed to be his bed. "He's not so bad once you get to know him. Then again, he's not so good either. He's a real mixed bag."

Logan gapes at the relaxed figure lounging on his bed. His senses snap to attention—your scent is all over his room as if it's always been there.

Your heartbeat is fast but steady. He sniffs. Your scent, cool like snow, makes him nostalgic for the Canadian wilderness. It’s tinged with something familiar—an intrinsic note of his own scent. Something he caught on that Sabertooth freak earlier. Animalistic. 

Feral.

As he takes in your appearance, memories of the wilderness flash through his mind. He'd heard stories about people, people like them living off the grid, protecting wildlife and using their powers to evade detection. Maybe you were one of them. A guardian of the wild, hidden from civilization up till now. Maybe he was too.

"What the hell is going on here?" Logan grits his teeth, sick and tired of surprises. You tilt your head, pointed ears twitching, the black tufts catching his attention.

You're lying on your stomach, facing him. Your knees are bent, ankles crossed and swinging.

"You teleport in here or something?" He takes cautious steps towards you, spotting the sharply curved claws in place of toenails—easy weapons. One good kick could slit his throat.

A mix of gray and beige fur trails up from the front of your feet, all the way up your thighs to disappear past the leg of your shorts. It's the same shade as the hair on your head.

"Nope." You barely acknowledge him, grooming the fur along your forearm like one of those big cats. He lingers on the movement, intrigued. The slight tilt of your head, long pink tongue peaking out as it travels the length of your forearm to your knuckles and then back again, holds his attention. "I've been here the whole time.”

“I would’ve smelled you." 

“But ‘ya didn’t,” you chuckle and it feels like you’re rubbing it in his face.

“That's impossible.” He scoffs, shaking his head. 

Sharp, amber eyes lock onto him, reflective and cat-like. He freezes, instincts on edge, the hair on his nape standing as vertical pupils assess him coolly. 

Logan’s eyes flicker away to the exit—only for a split second. But when he looks back, the bed is empty. He whips around to the door, heart pounding in confusion because it's…it's still closed.

Where—? 

“How the hell—”

His jaw doesn't drop but it's a near damn thing. This is freaky, freakier than the regular freakiness he's come to expect after walking into this school.

"Still here." You purr from behind him, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He turns back, and there you are again, lounging like you never moved. He takes a deep breath, trying, and failing, to steady himself. 

"You mind explaining how you're doing that?" He asks, hoping he sounds more annoyed than unsettled. He can tell by the playful glint in your eye that he doesn't. 

“And if I do mind?” You say, but he doesn’t rise to the bait, which is what this all is, he realizes. You smirk. "I told you, boy. I've been here the whole time. Long enough to see you strike out with Jeanie."

Logan scowls more at the mention of Jean than being called ‘boy’. Just what he needs—another reminder of the happy couple. 

But how had he missed you? Jean wasn't that distracting. It gnaws at him. He doesn’t like it, the idea of his senses betraying him.

"Yeah, well, it's not exactly easy getting a read on you when you’re playing hide and seek."

You tilt your head, studying him. "Maybe you’re just not looking hard enough."

"Or maybe…” He steps closer, his instincts screaming at him to stay on guard despite your eyes compelling him to do otherwise. “You're just really good at hiding."

Your eyes meet his, a challenge in your gaze that he's not sure he's the right guy to take on. "Then I guess you'll have to get better at seeking.”

Logan's mind races as he processes the confrontation. He isn't used to feeling off balance, the one on the back foot. Usually, he's the one doing the intimidating, the one making others question their next move. 

But with you, it's different. There's a raw, untamed energy about you that draws him in and sets him on edge at the same time. You're not just another mutant, he knows that much. Like none he's ever met before; you're something more, something savage that mirrors the part of himself he tries to keep under control. The part that craves the hunt, the chase.

He comes to stand near the bed, slowly reaching out to check if you're real or just some kind of projection. You stare up at him, amused, and allow his calloused hand to meet the warm skin of your shoulder.

"I don't understand," Logan mutters and it feels like admitting defeat.

"I didn't want you to see me. So you didn't." You shrug, and even that looks graceful. It takes him a second to get there, but it dawns on him in much the same way your sudden appearance did. Some kind of mental camouflage. Not like prey blending in to hide, but a predator lying in wait before striking.

"But I couldn't even smell you anymore." It's one thing to trick his mind, but it should be impossible to trick his nose. He bares his teeth. "I've had enough of people messing with my head."

You say nothing. Instead, you grin, baring your own teeth right back and revealing elongated canines that glint under the low light. His eyes are drawn to their sharp edges. They're sharper than his own. How easily could you sink them into something? He wagers it wouldn't take much effort at all.

"Down, boy." You cackle, not even doing his ego the service of pretending to be threatened. "Unless you wanna see whose bite is really worse than their bark." You raise a brow at him expectantly.

He scowls, crossing his arms. He's not backing down, but something about this whole encounter is throwing him off. Your self-assuredness is doing something to him, and he's not sure what to make of it.

He regards you warily, taking slow measured steps around the bed. "So… What’s your deal? You’re not a teleporter or a telepath? Great. Then what the hell are you?"

"Hm," You hum deep in your chest, resting your chin on your palm as you track his movements. He figures you aren't gonna maul him in his own room. "Don't worry, your nose isn't failing you," you snort, and his confidence in you not being a telepath drops significantly. "I cloaked myself. Completely. Not even the professor can find me if I don't want him to. I can even trick all that fancy tracking technology. So don't feel too bad."

It's a bunch of smoke and mirrors. Well, it's better than you messing with his head. Impressive too.

"Huh. How 'bout that." He licks his lips and holds out a hand. "Name's Logan."

"I heard." You take his hand in your surprisingly strong grip, turning it palm down instead of shaking it. "I was curious about the new guy. Wanted to see if you'd be worth holding my attention." You drag a feather-light finger along his knuckles, circling them, then rubbing the almost perpetually red divots where his claws are hidden. For whatever reason, he lets you. The barely there touch makes the hair on his arm stand up, fingers twitching in your hold. He only just fights back the desire to lean into it.

"S’that so?" He smirks. "And what do you think now that you've seen me?"

"Well, first impressions, I'm not disappointed." Those stunning eyes rove over him, lingering on the sweatpants he borrowed. He preens under your gaze, understanding Scott even less now. Don't get him wrong, Jean seems like a great girl. But how could he possibly see a woman like you and leave you to your lonesome? Hell, his loss is Logan's gain. Slim couldn't handle you anyway. "But the rest depends."

"On?"

"You. I've been so bored here. Keeping clean, prowling the straight and narrow. What do you say, Logan?" You purr, bringing your free hand up to ghost over his leg, and the muscles in his thigh flex under your touch. "You think you can keep me entertained?"

He arches a brow. "You got a name?" He husks, at some point coming close enough to stand over you.

"No," you reply, his brows furrowing in response. Though he guesses he's got no room to judge. He only knows his name because of his dog tags. "The kids just call me Lynx, for whatever that's worth. Guess it stuck.”

"I can see why." He looks you over, taking you and all your curves in as you rise up to your knees to sit on your haunches. You're wearing a tank. A very thin tank. He can see the shape and heft of your tits, and even though you feel far from cold, he can see the white fabric rubbing against your hard nipples. The name fits you, but Minx would've been his suggestion. "And... What exactly do you do around here? Other than skulking in other people's rooms." He asks, not masking his curiosity.

You pull him onto the bed beside you. He doesn't bounce but the springs squeak under his weight.

He can’t picture you teaching those little brats anything. Maybe you could teach them how to gut a man like a pig, but something tells Logan that might just offend the professor’s sensibilities.

Your top lip pulls up into a snarl, a predator's smile, it draws him in instead of warning him away.

"I'm not too good at the whole guiding the minds of our future thing. For now, I have to hone my powers and learn how to integrate back into proper society." If the wording wasn't enough to tell Logan you're copying Chuck word for word, then the accent you put on does the trick.

Your grip on his hand tightens, pressing a hidden pressure point. Logan’s breath catches as his claws unsheathe, the metallic sound slicing through the air. His eyes lock onto yours, trying to read the intention behind this sudden, intimate maneuver. He smells it instead—musky, semi-sweet—and heat pools low in his stomach, hardening him against his thigh.

You shift, straddling him with feline grace, knees on either side of his hips. His free hand instinctively grips your waist to steady you, though it's clear you don't need his help.

Your long tongue runs along his knuckles—warm, wet, and a little rough. He exhales heavily at the sensation.

His mouth drops open with a pant, watching closely. You trail the muscle up the blades—he shouldn't feel it so viscerally, but he does. He can practically feel the flicks of your tongue in his damn spine—and he smells the rich iron in the air before he sees crimson bleed along his claws.

He can smell you getting wetter too. Whether it's from the blood or the sharpness of his claws is anyone's guess. Logan's hold on you tightens, his hand sliding to your lower back as he pulls you closer, a low growl rumbling in his chest

He watches, fascinated, as your split tongue knits itself back together. It's bizarre, witnessing such rapid healing on someone else. The sight stirs something primal within him.

Blood drips down your chin, a stark contrast against your skin. 

He wants to follow it. So he does, pushing into your space to chase it up your chin and into your mouth.

You gasp, soft and sweet, at the contact, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Running, thankfully, dull nails along his scalp. The metallic taste mingles with the warmth of your mouth as he kisses you deeply, a groan sitting low in his throat.

The kiss, meanwhile, isn't soft or sweet. It's biting and bitter with the taste of your blood, mixing with his own when you bite his bottom lip, fangs piercing the meat as easily as he predicted they would. It makes his head hazy with some kind of bloodlust. Or maybe just regular lust. The two are more intertwined now than ever before. At least as far as Logan can remember, which admittedly isn't saying much. He's got no idea how to begin separating them and he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t remember the last time he's tasted blood other than his own. It makes him groan as he squeezes the fat around your hips in a bruising grip—hard enough to make you moan. He knows you can handle it, handle him.

You pull away, a string of pink saliva connecting your lips to his.

Something kicks Logan into gear, and, without really thinking about the movement, he leans back down, his lips brushing against your chin to lap up the rest of the blood.

"You showed me yours; only fair I show you mine." You unsheathe your own claws, as pretty and deadly as you are. They're about two inches long and even sharper than those teeth.

"Now, how the hell did they manage to domesticate a wild thing like you?" In this pristine and civilized place, you stand out even more than he does. For a creature like you, it must be akin to captivity.

You laugh, though it sounds closer to a chuff. "I was out in the wilderness, hiding the lynxes from poachers and loggers." You say, hooking a claw in the zipper of his hoodie and tugging it down, exposing his bare chest and stomach to your exploring hands. "Saved as many as I could. Spent years out there like that."

“And the professor found you?" Logan asks, intrigued despite himself and despite all the blood in his head rushing to his dick.

"Eventually," you nod, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips, what he's beginning to think is their natural state. "But not before a lot of poachers ended up dead, wondering why they couldn't find a single lynx."

"You hid them," Logan says, tilting his head back. You don't hesitate to take the bait, swooping down to stitch your lips to his neck. You bite more than you suck, breaking skin as you go and not letting how fast the wounds disappear deter you from making more. He grunts, bucking hips coaxed by your own.

"You're not the only one hiding out from the metal man." Your lips drag against his skin as you speak. Lips and teeth and tongue and—

"Fuck." He hisses. His hips buck again and you meet the movement head-on, swiveling your hips like you're riding a bull.

Magneto wants you too then, Logan thinks, dazed.

"So what?" He breathes, dragging the both of you further up the bed, "Now you're fighting the good fight for animals and mutants?"

"Something like that. Don't tell Xavier, but it really just came down to Jean and Oruro being more persuasive than that big brute Magneto sent for me."

He laughs. "I can believe it."

"Now," you grind your hips down, hitting the perfect angle, "do you wanna hear my life story, or do you wanna fuck me?" You say with a grunt. And when you put it like that, the choice is pretty fucking clear.

He twists around, switching your position with you on your back and him hovering over you.

You've got a mischievous look in your lidded eyes as you hump each other through your clothes, sinking your nails into his ass. He flinches, thrusting against you hard enough to push you up the bed, and snarls in your face.

You laugh as he flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up. Moans sprinkle through when he presses up against your ass, dick grinding into you. He can feel how hot you are through your thin shorts. You're soaked, enough to turn the fabric of his sweats a darker gray.

Just the smell of you is straining the cotton around his dick, he wants—no needs more. So he leans down, gripping your shorts and ripping a hole down the middle, finding you wetter than he imagined.

You gasp, peeking over your shoulder at him, but he's already on the move. 

He mumbles a gruff fuck as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He goes to pull himself out but thinks of a better idea.

He wants your cunt in his mouth and he tells you as much. You smirk, more fang than gum, and sway your hips side to side, like you're daring him to take what he wants. He does.

He buries his nose in your snatch and takes a whiff, you moan, grinding back against his face, leaving slick on his nose and cheeks. He lets you, encourages it, even, by gripping your hips and growling deep in his chest. Fur soft where his facial hair is rough, sticking in wet peaks from how much your cunt is drooling.

He sticks his tongue out, not as long as yours, but long enough to get the job done as he buries it into you. Coaxing out more slick and cum as your fluttering warmth squeezes him. 

“Logan,” You moan into his pillow, likely leaving it wet with licking and biting, the same way he's planning on leaving the blanket under you wet with your cum. He grinds against the bed, letting his own need build steadily in his gut and up his spine, the animalistic urge to devour you stronger than anything else.

The taste of you, as heady as you smell, settles heavily on his tongue and down his throat as you rock back and forth, twisting and whining like the wild thing you are.

He leans back just enough to take one of your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking as you take in hitching breaths above him, moving to the other side to give it the same treatment, before circling back to your clit.

He spits on your fluttering hole, licking it back up, and spitting again and he almost thinks you came then and there from how loud you get.

Your thighs are shaking and you're wet enough for him to skip to two fingers right away. He pushes his spit, and his scent, deep into you, stretching you around his thick fingers as he bites at the back of your thighs. You arch your back like a, well, like a cat in heat.

He fucks you on his fingers hard enough that your body shakes with each thrust. He feels the rapid build-up inside of you, shaking and fluttering as he mumbles against your clit about how good you taste and smell, how wet you are for him. 

He feels you come as much as he sees it, your body locking up before abruptly loosening. He pets your flank, “Atta girl.” His voice is rougher than before as you twitch. Soaking his fingers as you lazily hump his hand, making little gasps and whines that he would have thought of as wounded if he didn’t feel how tightly your walls are gripping him.

You lift your head, something satisfied yet still challenging in your amber eyes that makes his hands go to pull his pants down, using your slick to stroke himself, and he knows his pillow will be littered with puncture marks from your teeth and claws, the thought is enough to make him twitch in his hand, a bead of pre that he swipes with his thumb.

He pauses before offering his finger to you, knowing he made the right choice of staying here when you wrap plump lips around his thumb, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like it's his dick.

You pull back, just enough to lick the mixture of the both of you off of his palm, mumbling a demand. “Fuck me, Logan.”

And who is he to deny you when you’re looking at him like that? Wet and wild, curves and claws wrapped up in golden fur like a gift, just for him.

He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.”

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‪‪❤︎‬ HELLO TO THE WEIRD BILL DICKEY ENJOYERS WHO LIKE WHEN HE IS MEAN. this ones for you. youre gonna wanna see this post. Maybe. or maybe not. idk. I need to chat about him right now. specifically like, grown adult & epilogue bill. there may be uhmm..mildly suggestive themes in this post Lol okay. buckle up, its a little long. some people might hate what i have to say. oops! ‪‪if you only like nice subby little bill dickey, this may not be the post for u. ❤︎‬

So, you may have seen my previous post complaining abt people turning bill into a whiny baby, hi, its me again.

I want everyone to look at this picture and understand something.

this is an entire grown man. pathetic as he is in his own special way, have you guys ever been around a grown man?? like, okay, i dont know where YOU guys are, but as an about 5'2" 105-ish pound girl, they are scary. and have you ever seen that one trend on tiktok where these girls ask their boyfriends (who are usually like older teenagers or maybe early 20's idk) to not hold back and tackle/wrestle them or grab them or something?? they do not have to be muscular or particularly athletic. the girls always end up saying something like "okay i didnt realize they were that strong. this trend is freaking me out now." i have also done this myself, yes it is real. it is a sobering experience ._.

men and teenage boys are for some reason gifted this weird natural strength just for having XY chromosomes. there have been actual studies done on this where they put unathletic guys up against very athletic women, and the guys are still able to overpower them. i do not know why, thats just the way we are built. please dont present me with any weird outliers, i will throw up, im just generally speaking.

that being said, i need us to get back into bills personality. i know people like leaning into his patheticness and making him subby and whiny, and as much as i find it kinda "funny heehee" to see on occasion, im trying to ground all of this stuff in reality more. how ironic of me. i know. he is actually a sociopath. with severe anger issues. he is very impulsive and mean. as i said in my previous post, i know jerry beat him up. but

1.) bill was not expecting jerry to start attacking him.

2.) jerry is also a grown man, not a woman.

3.) he ended up getting ganged up on by 3 grown men at the end of it all, i think at that point he has a right to be kinda freaked out lol.

i mean like LOOK AT THIS

i. wanna. see. people. making. him. insane. as. a. grown. man.

he would most definitely use his misogynist grown man strength against a woman for his own gain, lol. i do not recall ever seeing bill being a stuttering blushing shy mess around any girls? correct me if im wrong. i mean, he is a human being, he is bound to have shy or flustered moments, but evan himself has said that if he were confronted by a girl who liked him or something along those lines, he would be hostile, right? i think he would redirect his shy embarrassment into saying something mean. i guess kinda tsundere-ish? i dont know. i think if he even liked the girl back, he would occasionally be hurtful to her as a means to keep her at arms length and protect himself from feeling super vulnerable, and he'd likely enjoy holding things over her head as a way to control her and get her to do whatever he wants (like pervy pics he sneaks of her or like...screenshots of sexting thru email or text and threatening to blackmail her with them LOL idk) i think he CAN be nice sometimes, but i think that needs to be emphasized less.

he likes being in a position of power. we can see that in his little dream sequence thingy, and the way that he gets this kind of megalomania when he is put in charge of the shop.

I dont know if bill KNOWS that he is stronger and capable of overpowering a woman, im guessing he probably does know? i mean he seems to view women as "less than" in every other sense, so.

he has just never had the chance to test the theory out, but can you imagine how it would be if he DID??

imagine him finally getting into a relationship with her, and when she tries to leave him, he grabs her. and it clicks for the both of them.

it wasnt that difficult for him to grab her by the arm and pull her back to him. its not that hard for him to back her into a corner as shes shoving against his chest and hes not moving. i mean like, i think all the guys except for jerry put on some of that extra "nerd manchild" weight so that does not help either (omygosh whatever come punch my lights out for saying that i dont care).

imagine the power trip that would start for him LOL. imagine the possibilities...

does ANYONE see my vision at all?

hes such a mean little rat man wbvehshehsh i wish someone would understand this. and for anyone who thinks this is cringe or wants to ask me if this is a joke, no it is not a joke, i am not allergic to taking myself too seriously. i think this stuff is so much fun ‪‪❤︎‬ i just wanna find my likeminded individuals so we can all have fun & talk about this together ‪‪❤︎‬

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i was also just reminded of THIS.

we arent going to sit here and forget about him being buried underneath like huge heavy boxes and being able to get all of them off idk, i guess you could say "muHh maybe they werent heavy" idk if youve ever lifted a box that's densely packed full of something but theyre VERY heavy. maybe just take my word for it lol. just pretty please with a cherry on top go read the replies to the post, u will understand lol ‪‪❤︎‬ 🍒

xoxo. bye bye. end post. reply with thoughts. or dont. whatevaa~

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Falling into Sin with the Black Tiger ~ Gilbert's 4th Birthday

▪︎ Chapter 2

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Gilbert: Ahaha, I was found right away.

The moment I heard a voice from behind me, I was embraced by a cold body.

When I turned around and looked up, there was not a trace of remorse on Gilbert’s face.

Emma: Is work going well for you?

Gilbert: Today my work is to look after you.

Gilbert: But, taking others’ opinions on account while deciding on a present, that’s not good, little rabbit.

(You’ve been watching me all this time.)

I felt both embarrassed and giddy, and my cheeks relaxed.

Emma: But, I don’t know much about gemstones.

Emma: I want to choose something good as it’s a gift for you, Gil. But I don’t know what is good or bad.

Gilbert: Then I’ll teach you.

Emma: That would take the fun out of it.

Gilbert: That’s not true. Rather, you can now go on a date with me, so it’s more fun, right?

(Surely, that’s a possible way to think about it?)

My face becomes sloppier as Gilbert asks me to “enjoy our date”.

(It might be better to wait and see his reaction while choosing.)

Emma: If that’s the case, may I ask you a favour?

Gilbert: Heehee, with pleasure. I’m glad.

Gilbert: I was worried you might try to rely on someone other than me again.

(He really is a troublesome villain.)

I walk through the town, holding Gilbert’s cold hand tightly.

Emma: Which gemstone is your favourite, Gil?

Gilbert: I’ve never considered it.

Emma: Obsidian or something….

Gilbert: Heehee, isn’t that a bit too simple?

Emma: You always give them to me.

Gilbert: I just want to dye you in my colours. It’s not about likes or dislikes or anything like that.

I showed him one gem after another, closely watching his reaction, but there was no change in his refreshing smile.

Gilbert: Which gemstone is your favourite?

Emma: …..When you ask me that, I don’t know what to say.

Gilbert: Right?

(All gemstones are beautiful and sparkly…but my favourite….)

What caught my eye was a rose-red gemstone with a matching blue stone.

(…Maybe I just like Gilbert rather than the gemstones.)

Gilbert: Hey, aren’t you tired from walking? Let’s take a break.

Emma: Uh…that’s right! Let’s do that.

I was so embarrassed that my voice came out higher than usual.

Gilbert gave out a small snort and went to a nearby food stall.

He ordered food so naturally that it was hard to believe he was part of the royal family. Then he promptly received the dishes.

Gilbert: Here you go.

Emma: Thank you. This is?

Gilbert: Dampfnudel…a kind of steamed bread that sells well this time of the year.

Gilbert: There are a variety of sauces but I ordered two kinds, a sweet one and a weird one.

(This is the first time I'm seeing this. It’s a standard thing in Obsidian.)

We sat down next to each other on a nearby bench and I immediately took a bite of the bread smothered in the sweet sauce.

Emma: Mmmm, it’s fluffy, chewy, and delicious!

Gilbert: What about the weird one?

I opened my mouth obediently to take a bite of the bread offered to me by Gilbert, and the sweet and spicy taste balanced well on my tongue.

Emma: It’s so spicy that it warms up my cold body right away.

Gilbert: Heehee, your thoughts are so cute and honest, aren’t they?

Emma: I’d like to hear your thoughts as well, Gil.

To return the favour, when I bring the steamed bun to Gilbert’s mouth, he bites it off all at once, along with my fingers.

(I..thought I was done for….I don’t feel the cold anymore, it’s actually getting hotter.)

Gilbert: They’re delicious, but….I’ve become tamed by your sweets, you know.

Gilbert: Eating street food makes me miss it.

Emma: That’s an honour.

Gilbert: Will you bake me a cake for my birthday again?

Emma: Of course. Not just cake, but lots of other foods too. Do you have any requests?

Gilbert: You’re always like that.

Emma: For your birthday, I want to pack in as many as your ‘number one’ things as possible.

Gilbert: Hmm…..

Gilbert: I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I really think that right now is the happiest I’ve been in my life.

Gilbert leans in and rests his head on my shoulder.

Gilbert: It’s not that I’m being shy or considerate.

Gilbert: But what you want, you want me to be more selfish than this, right?

Emma: That’s right.

Gilbert: To bother me like this…

Emma: I’m sorry. But I won’t say ‘you don’t have to think about it’.

(Gilbert always thinks about his country and other people, but never about himself.)

(That’s why, when asked ‘what do you want?’, I knew you couldn’t answer.)

(People who don’t know how to live selfishly, are confused, worried, and at a loss for words.)

(I want you to be very selfish.)

Emma: I’ll wait as long as it takes for an answer.

Gilbert: Little rabbit, you have a mean look on your face.

Emma: That’s because I’m the fiancée of a great villain.

Gilbert laughed and quietly closed his eyes.

Spending casual time listening to the peaceful hustle and bustle of the crowd was blissful, and yet I felt a little pain.

*scene shifts to the dining room in the palace*

Emma: Lies….

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I just wanna ramble about the Team Torque episode all in one post so thoughts below the cut for people who wanna listen to the chaos on their own. Would recommend- I'll say that up here cause it was such a fun mess 😭

Okay just some of my fav things or things I wanna touch on:

Alex just constantly teasing/dunking on Oscar 😭😭 He really is just giving off older brother vibes with all of these new young drivers

I think technically Alex is gen z... or he's right at the cut off with what year he was born... but he has never seemed more out of touch/lost then we you smash him next to those two chaotic gen z babies. Not in a bad way- he was just giving me suffering millennial vibes for half of that thing and making me laugh

Logan and Oscar are both so lame 😭 like them just being like 'idk we sat in our rooms,' they didn't have any answers to the questions- they are ridiculous! Do they just both power down after the race weekend and then just reactivate when it's time to get on the plane?? I love them dearly.

Touching back on the room thing... Alex insinuating they're staying in the same room, sleeping together........ ALEX PLEASE.

All the drivers stuck in the same hotel?? Chaos. One of you leak the footage. I know something crazy is happening somewhere.

Logan and Alex talking about golfing and teasing Oscar about not playing, heehee

Alex's 'hear me out' about the Cars' character a;ldkfj;sdl

Oscar just being exasperated and asking if this is how these always go 😭 Williams I need you to drop the cut footage, I'll watch it all trust.

The talk of the babies in F4 together and then Alex saying he watched them in F3 🥹

WHY DID THEY KEEP TALKING ABOUT CRASHING. Like Alex, Logan, after the luck you've had stoP

And finally everyone teasing Oscar about being a napper

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tged webtoon ep 168 spoilers and thoughts that IM NOT LATE WITH FOR ONCE! KIND OF! YAY! and more below the cut

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OKAY. OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE TWO PANELS WITH LLOYD AND JAVIER REALLY REALLY QUICK. i would save this for the end of the post since its closer to the end but im super impatient okay what else can i say. LOOK AT THE WAY JAVIER IS LOOKING AT HIM

HE IS LOOKING AT HIM SO DAMN FONDLY. WHAT THE FUCK. THERE IS WARMTH IN THAT GAZE I SWEAR TO GOD IM NOT CRAZY. "you're such a terrible person" AND HES LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. crazy. CRAZY.

the adaptor knew what they were doing . i swear it . like "yeah thats MY evil boyf. he's back to being evil and lively and his perfect bastard self." I SWEAR IT I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY

this is proof of llovier. im so serious dont even joke lads

back to the top!

not much to say here lloyds expression is just so real sobs yeah . yeah,,, older gens having goofy ass back and forths over things that really arent the main issue here is universal

like i dont quite remember what season theyre in now but its past winter by this point and based on the two panels showing the time of day they had to have been arguing about this for AT LEAST FOUR HOURS 😭 LIKE WHAT THE FUCK (idk how accurate that estimate is im notoriously bad at time but still. a long fucking time) these BUFFOONS

also lloyd being dramatic as hell is so fucking silly HAHAHAHAHHAA

AND THEN THE LORDS FUCKING STARING AT HIM WHEN HE BRINGS UP THAT HE HAS AN IDEA. HELPPP all eyes on lloyd now !!! what brilliant idea do u have next thats absolutely totally not secured through lowkey social engineering!

so so SO happy w how confident he looks here heehee :3 whats with the pose tho lol is that a reference? maybe?

anyway they plan to make a train thru the pantara mountains? vantara? pan,,, idk what the correct translation is ive seen vantara and pantara

also lloyd just knowing exactly how to talk to those old ass political lords and understanding how to string them along idk what it is but i really really like that, it makes sense to me personally

i figure that thats probably something suho just Had to pay attention to back in korea, idk how korean politics works exactly but i imagine the principle of "person in charge can make or break a lot of things" still stands

so like it'd make sense that he pays attention to whoevers in charge of the finance stuff, which political figures care about money, and where that money goes, bc if they fuck with the funds for education thatll directly screw him over. idk if korea has financial aid but whatever equivalent that is that allows suho to get scholarships n stuff so he can stay afloat, if someone comes into power that will negatively affect his odds of getting that funding, he'll need to know and prepare! though maybe this is reaching a little too deep it might not be That Serious lmfao

again i really like how many of these confident / plotting expressions have been showing up IM SOO SO SO HAPPYYYY my schemer my little scheming guy he's BACK HES BACK

the two of them also look really really nice here in these two panels for some reason. i think im going crazy. i dont know why i like these panels its just. !??!?!?!?!??! like javiers hair is completely messy but idk i just ?!?!?!?!? im completely aro so its not like an attraction or anything but idk!?!??!?!?!

finally our first look at the overworld demons!!! these two kiddos seem super cute i really hope they dont . misunderstand or anything and that lloyd and javier can have some fun and heartwarming moments with them,,,, more sillies and soft fluff please!!!!! thats all i ask!!!!

okay that's all! not much to say this episode is just really really cozy to me. ok well as cozy as "lloyd frontera making evil expressions" can get LMFAO it feels like build up into the next section and im really excited to see what he's gonna do with this train idea and with the overworld demons...!!!!!

there was a notice at the end of the ep that the artist is taking a small break for their health so no ep next week, but there'll be one the week after i believe. we must be patient!!! rest well artist!!!!

that's it ill see yall in. two weeks? ill probably have some other yap post for the hiatus week idk, it depends on how my schoolwork goes. see yall then!!!!

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pretty lips — park jihyo

pairing: park jihyo x reader

genre: bff!jihyo, but they have a crush on each other heehee, they’re having a sleepover, y/n has a sex dream, wlw smut, dom!jihyo……, men dni

word count: 957

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a/n: hiiii sorry if it’s not the best, i’m new to writing wlw smut :( feedback is appreciated i hope you enjoy <3

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“kiss me again, jihyo. i dare you.” you sigh in relief

“i want you to kiss me until i feel light headed. until i can’t breathe. until my body goes numb and i can’t feel anything else.” you pause briefly

“i need you to touch me. i want you to go as far as possible with me because i need this. i want you to make me forget about every other person i have been with.” you exhale, your chest moving up and down rapidly

and all jihyo does is look back at you, with a look on her face that’s just trying to figure you out

it doesn’t take long before you realize what jihyo’s thinking; does y/n want this? is this what you’ve been waiting for?

but jihyo doesn’t ask you anything

you’re always one step ahead, jihyo knows that you know the questions running through her own head

and jihyo knows your answer to those questions

“i want you, y/n” jihyo responds hurriedly

you smirk and lean in towards jihyo and capture her lips

and jihyo feels your smile tugging at the corner of your lips

as your shared kiss gets messier and deeper, jihyo moans in your mouth as your fingers run through her dark short hair

your hands move to the small of her back, grabbing her ass quickly before moving your hands to her hips

jihyo pulls away from your lips and moans in response

jihyo kneels on the bed hovering over you, leaning down slightly to get face to face

deciding to test the waters, jihyo pulls on your shirt to take it off

“fuck me, jihyo” you whisper to her, and she flashes you a grin

you giggle, kissing her hard before she pushes you against the bed

jihyo removes her soft pink plump lips from yours, moving down to your neck and your moans is all she hears

jihyo can’t help but notice how soft and beautiful your skin is, feeling as if she shouldn’t leave you with any marks

but still, she does it anyway. she kisses and sucks your neck repeatedly

when jihyo bites your neck in the midst of it all, you hiss

but not from the pain, but because you liked it. and jihyo knows it.

“fuck” you mutter quickly, your hands squeeze jihyo’s hips, as she continues to use her teeth

she pulls away from your neck to see all the lovebites she’s leaving you with

“you like that?” she purrs, giving small pecks to your neck

“mmhm” you moan, and jihyo faces you again, smirking before she grabs the hem of your shirt and takes it off

jihyo scoffs in amusement when she sees you’re not even wearing a bra underneath

she palms your breasts together, causing you to moan

when jihyo looks at you, you look back at her, and without saying anything she knows what you want

jihyo’s fingertips linger around your nipples slowly, before she starts kneading them with her fingers

you arch your back in response, and she smirks before reaching over to kiss your right breast

she kisses your left breast too, before taking it in her mouth

you squirm and whimper, arching your back once again, and jihyo takes it out of her mouth with a popping sound

you start bucking your hips against jihyo as she continues to play with your breasts, kissing and sucking them simply to hear the noises you make

“what do you want, huh?” jihyo says, as she moves her hand down to the hem of your pants, keeping her eyes on you

“touch me, jihyo. please.” you whimper, as she runs her fingers on your sides

she moves her right hand down your pants, “you want me to make you even more wet than before? hmm? to fuck you the best way that i can?” she whispers, giving you goosebumps

jihyo feels just how wet you are, and she smirks knowing it’s all because of her

she moves her fingers around your clit, before a series of moans escape from your lips

jihyo’s grin gets wider as her fingers move faster

you keep moaning, gripping the sheets and bucking your hips once again, “god”

jihyo stops momentarily to move her fingers down to your entrance, slowly putting 2 fingers inside of you

you hiss, before jihyo kisses you softly as a way to comfort you

pulling away, you nod your head, and jihyo curls her fingers, pumping them in and out of you

“say my name” she whispers in your ear, as you let out multiple moans

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

you sit up suddenly in bed, small drops of sweat forming near your hairline

you look around the room to see netflix’s “are you still watching?” on your screen

beside you, is your best friend, jihyo, snoring next to you

she’s laying on her stomach, but she has one arm wrapped around your midsection

you take a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead

you’re not surprised about the fact that you had a sex dream about a girl, but that the girl was jihyo….

jihyo, who you had rejected just a few hours ago because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship

and here you were, dreaming about jihyo doing inappropriate things to you

you thought that if maybe you put your feelings about jihyo aside, then it wouldn’t matter

but it mattered, because you found happiness and love, whether romantic or platonic, with jihyo

(you’re gonna have to revisit last night’s conversation with jihyo when she wakes up)

you lay back down facing jihyo, using your free hand to stroke her beautiful sleeping face

and you resist the urge to kiss her pink lips as your eyes close

[duskvsdawn]

hewoooo~ i enjoyed reading your writing and saw your open for prompt!! can i request no. 29 with kaelix or sonny (either is fineee) thank soo much

≫ A/N: Heyooo! I'll do this for both of them! Might be a tiny bit OOC for Sonny because I don't know him too well, I hope that's ok! Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, I am kinda losing my groove I suppose. I'm gonna try to finish the last bit in my inbox, and then I might give myself a break or something idk

CW: smut, female reader, dacryphilia 'cause you know that's the whole prompt heehee, reader does some lewd stuff with Sonny and Kaelix (separate), edging (Sonny), overstim (Kaelix), blowjob (Sonny), piv sex (Kaelix), mating press (Kaelix)

Art credits Kaelix. Art credits Sonny.

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You look so beautiful when you cry

Sonny

You had a plan for tonight, but you weren't going to tell your boyfriend just yet. The two of you were chilling on the couch, watching some tv, when your hand landed on his thigh and you started to caress it. Your boyfriend looked at you with question marks all over his face, but when your hand moved between his thighs, the gears in his head were starting to turn, and he was picking up on what you were planning. You knelt in front of him, and your hands landed on his belt.

"Well, well, well... Now what do we have here?" your boyfriend said as he gently lifted your face up with his thumb and index finger. There was a devious smirk on your face as you took his dick out of his pants to stroke him to full hardness. Sonny's hand landed in your hair, giving it some gentle tugs. After you deemed him ready, you started giving some licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the bitter precum that was slowly starting to ooze out. You took the tip into your mouth as your hand worked the base, and Sonny let out some soft moans as you did so. "Fuck, that's good, baby. Can you take more for me?" your boyfriend asked, and you nodded as a reply since your mouth was kind of occupied right now. You started taking his cock deeper, bobbing your hand up and down. Occasionally you would take his balls into your mouth as your hand stayed busy stroking his cock or playing with the slit.

Your boyfriend was starting to let out louder noises, biting his bottom lip to try and keep quiet. He knew you loved for him to be vocal, but he would always get embarrassed about the kind of sounds he would make when he was so lost in pleasure. One hand went up towards his mouth to pull his lip out from between his teeth, halting your movements for just a few seconds to say, "Let me hear you, please. I need to hear you. I want to know if I'm doing well or not." You knew full well that you were doing well, but you were hoping this could convince your boyfriend to be a little louder with you, and he decided to let you hear it.

You started sucking again, and his grip on your hair tightened, and he was letting out some delicious mewls. You could tell he was slowly getting closer, but you wouldn't let him cum just yet. He didn't know it yet, but he was in for a long, long edging session. "Fuck, I'm close, babe..." Sonny said as his breathing was becoming uneven and the pressure in his lower stomach was slowly starting to build. When you knew his orgasm was so close, you stopped what you were doing and pulled off of him.

Sonny, obviously confused but still trying to catch his breath, looked at you with pleading eyes. "I'm not letting you cum anytime soon, baby. We both know it will only make the orgasm more intense when I eventually do let you," you said as you started moving your hand up and down his dick again when you deemed his orgasm far away enough. "No... No... I'm not sure how much of this I can take today..." your boyfriend pleaded with you. He had such a busy day behind him, and he just wanted to cum so badly, but he knew that once you made up your mind, you were going to do whatever you wanted.

So you edged him. Again, and again, and again, and then some more. Sonny was starting to turn into a whimpering and crying mess. He was crying so much at this point that he thought he was going insane. That delicious edge was coming so close every time, but you would also deny him every time. He was whimpering, pleading for you to please let him cum. "I'm not sure I can at this point. You look so beautiful when you cry," you said with a devious smirk on your face. All Sonny could reply with was more begging. Begging you to please let him cum. That it would feel so good and that he needed it so much. You knew that you had completely broken him with pleasure at this point, so you decided to give him what he wanted.

"I can't... I can't take this anymore. Please let me cum... Please... I am so close... Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" your boyfriend whimpered and squeaked, and in this moment he just looked so delicious to you. You stopped just long enough to say, "Alright then, cum. Now what do we say when we get something we want?" you said and immediately went back to it, keeping the tip in your mouth and working the base with your hand. "I'm gonna- FUCK. FUCK. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sonny was pretty much screaming at this point as he released into your mouth, and your hand squeezed tighter to milk him dry of all the cum he had to give you.

All the muscles in Sonny's body relaxed as he fell back onto the couch, his breath so heavy he thought he was going to pass out. You chuckled and moved to sit on his lap, gently taking his head into your hands and running your tongue over his cheeks to lick the tears from them. "Absolutely beautiful," you whispered into his ear, and then you nuzzled your face into his neck. Sonny thought he had died and gone to heaven. The relief that washed over him was so intense. He held you close as he tried to steady his breathing.

Kaelix

Your boyfriend had been following you around the house all day, leaving some heated kisses anywhere he could. He kept whispering in your ears how badly he wanted night to come already so he could shower you in love. It would leave you blushing every time, wondering if he had something special planned for tonight. He kinda did, but he wasn't going to let you in on this little secret yet.

About a week ago, he actually made you cry after he had edged you for like 10 million times. Tears were streaming down your face, so lost to pleasure, but that orgasm being ripped away from you each time made you so frustrated and that much more sensitive. It had looked so absolutely beautiful to him, and it amplified his own pleasure as well, so he was desperate to see you fall apart like this once more.

Night came, and after the two of you had gotten ready for bed, he was quick to push you onto your back and pull you into a needy French kiss. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. "Fuck, baby. I need you so bad. And I want to make you cum so many times you'll lose count. I need to see you cry again," your boyfriend admitted, and finally it clicked into your mind why your boyfriend had been so needy for you all day. "Now all you've been doing today makes sense. I'm not complaining in the slightest, though," you replied with a giggle as you pulled him in for another kiss.

The two of you got undressed, and your boyfriend put you into a mating press, knowing full well that that was one of your favourite positions ever. He wasted no time getting inside of you, noticing you were impatient and you just wanted to get to it already. When he pushed in in one swift motion, the both of you moaned in unison. Your boyfriend started moving his hips, going faster and deeper over time. You held him close, holding on for dear life as he was dicking you down like only he could do. He knew your body so well, and he knew exactly which spots to hit to get you to let out such erotic moans that he savoured every time he heard them.

You wanted to cum so bad, and luckily for you, your boyfriend would love to do nothing more than to see you apart, and he knows just how to do it. He angles his hips downwards, making his dick rub against your clit to get you closer and closer. As you bite his shoulder, you cum hard. But your boyfriend is not done with you. He keeps moving, overstimulating you to hell and back while he attempts to give you another orgasm. Kaelix kisses you in between grunts because, dear god, he wants to cum so bad too. But he was going to hold himself back for now, until he would get you to orgasm #2.

You can feel said orgasm approaching you like a freight train, and your boyfriend could tell with how hard your pussy was sucking him in, never wanting to let go of his cock. He angled his hips downwards once more and got busy with leaving a hickey on your neck. After he let go of your neck, and gave you such a seductive smirk you came once more, the bouncer following soon after. You could feel his warm and sticky seed paint your walls white, and you were on cloud nine, trying to come down from your high.

But nope, you weren't allowed to. Your boyfriend, still being firm inside of you, set his own overstimulation aside to give you another mind-blowing orgasm. So that's what he did. Over and over again until you were weeping and whimpering in overstimulation, absolutely lost in pleasure. You wanted it to stop, but at the same time you didn't. It felt so good and you were so delirious that you didn't know up from down. All that you knew was him, and only him.

"God, look at you crying for me, baby. You look so incredibly pretty right now, fuck-" your boyfriend said as he leaned forward to lick away your tears, which just kept spilling from your eyes. "Kaelix... I can't do it anymore... I can't... I'm... So exhausted..." you sobbed in between his harsh thrusts. You felt like you were kind of zoning out at this point, the pleasure so overwhelming that you were at the same time getting kind of desensitised to it.

"C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you? Let go just one more time. I need to feel you clamp down on my cock one more time." your boyfriend whined, him being close to tears himself from overstimulation but he would never admit it. But you could tell, you knew him too well after all. A single tear left his eye, and collecting your final strength, one hand reached up to wipe that tear away and lick it from your finger. And this was so incredibly hot to your boyfriend that he released inside of you, close to screaming your name. Feeling him fill you up sent you over the edge as well, letting out such a loud moan that sounded way whinier than you ever wanted it to.

Your boyfriend collapsed next to you and put his head onto your boobs, trying to catch his breath for a solid minute as you did the same. You were both so incredibly spent. You couldn't move a muscle. So, you were just stuck there, swimming in a pool of cum and your own release. You thought it was gross, but you had no strength left to take care of it now. Ohwell, there is always tomorrow. Your boyfriend had already fallen asleep, and you followed soon after.

[irishmammonagenda]

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Unsane Uncles-An Obey Me x Reader

Summary: Michael realises some shocking news, has a crisis, as per usual, chaos ensues. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: nothing I don't think, for anyone that doesnt know, i headcannon michael as lucifers twin, this was written with my 'Death is a Debatable Thing' Au in mind, but it can be read as a stand alone <3

post dividers by @saradika-graphics

The café was quaint, quiet and out of the way. It had been ages since you'd last visited the Human Realm. The soft sounds of chatter and cutlery clinking created a calm atmosphere. Well calm for the most part.

Michael sat on the chair opposite to yours looking quite frazzled. His white button down rolled up to just above the elbows and a few of the topmost buttons undone. His long golden curls done up in a messy plait, nonconforming strands coiling around his unusually antsy face. Long dexterous fingers wrap around his coffee mug, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip before setting it down with a little too much force. You watch the scene amusedly.

“I just- I don’t know what to do!” he runs a hand through his hair, looking up at you with stressed, ruby red eyes. "I mean?- Is it too late to give my congratulations?!...Or a push present?!"

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, the Archangel notices. "This is serious MC! I am the worst uncle ever!"

You tilt your head, "Did you not think it was strange when the brothers first fell that Satan just kind of poofed into existence?"

Michael gives a thoughtful look, before making a 'meh' face and shrugging his shoulders. "I kind of just thought Satan was a low ranking angel that fell with the actual memorable ones, and that I had just... never cared to learn his name before he fell."

"You didn't ask?" You take a sip of your warm drink, revelling in how satisfying the hot liquid felt when it hit the back of your throat and warmed you up from the inside, especially as it was fucking baltic outside.

"Yes." Michael smiles sarcastically, "Because taking a trip down to the Devildom straight after the Celestial War to ask about the demon who kept biting people and snarling would've gone great for me."

"Touché." You grin. Michael's expression falls back from sarcastic to strained, his gorgeous features bathed in stress.

"But seriously MC! I've missed out on centuries as an uncle! That's so many birthdays! Luke must think I'm a deadbeat! I already act like I'm a divorced dad with visitation rights because I can't visit very often!"

You snort. "I don't think Luke knows."

Michael sinks into his seat, "Oh thank Father."

He stays there for a moment, the soft golden glow of the café lights on his dark skin so similar to the aureate ambiance of the Celestial Realm that you almost forget that you're back in the human world. He flutters his eyes closed, a hand over his brow in what can only be described as a himbo-ified imitation of a sickly Victorian woman saying something along the lines of 'Woe is I!" after finding out poor people actually have feelings. What a fucking drama king. You hold back a snort. Michael groans before swinging back up like a jack-in-the-box, his usual cheerful yet cheeky smile on his handsome face, he joins his hands together as he rests his arms on the wooden table, as if completely oblivious to the complete 180 he had turned. "So! MC, have I ever told you about the time Lucifer ran into a glass door in the Celestial Realm?"

You shake your head, grinning mischieviously, "I don't think you have!"

Hours Later, down in the Devildom, in RAD's royal library, Satan sneezed. He paused for a moment more before folding his handkerchief up and putting it back in his pocket, making a mental note to wash it when he got back to the House of Lamentation.

He groans, arching his back and stretching his arms out in an attempt to weave out any knots in his muscles. He'd been in the library since school had ended. Still unable to shake the feeling something was going to happen, Satan got up off of his chair, packed his books away, and made the journey home.

Walking alone through the cobbled streets of the Realm was calming and peaceful. Halfway through his siúl suaimneach, he comes face to face with a gathering of the stray cats he'd normally feed.

The Avatar of Wrath coos at them, hunkering down and reaching into his bag for some of the cat treats he'd normally kept in there. "Aww..." He mutters, speaking in a baby voice to the cats, scratching an old tabby's fur. "You've gotten so big, Purrsephone!" He scritches underneath the young cats chin, smiling as she purrs and remembering fondly when the cat was just a small kitten trailing behind her mother like a second, small adorable shadow.

As he pulls out the bag of treats onehanded, the symphony of meowing reaches a polyphonic crescendo, cats and kittens of all shapes, colours and sizes scramble towards Satan with more purpose now, all meowing for food. He chuckles, indulging the felines, petting them as they nibble and chew on the kitty treats.

Unbeknownst to the Avatar of Wrath, a good quarter of a mile away from where he congregated with the cats, a certain Archangel and his accomplice stood hiding in an alleyway.

In the shadows of the alleyway, Michael was clumsily putting on his batman mask. He already had a matching batman suit and cape on, you however were much more serious, and were dressed up as Robin.

"Michael." You hiss exasperatedly. "You seriously can't think that sneaking up on the Avatar of Wrath is a good idea!"

Michael merely waved you off with one hand, his other carrying his 'surprise for his most favouritest nephew in the three realms' as he'd deemed it. "Besides MC is worst comes to worst, you can just pop out!"

You nod. "Good point. "You face breaks into a grin matching Michael's, "This is going to be fun to watch."

Michael goes to say something before you both hear footsteps, your eyes widen. "Oh shit...he's coming..."

Quickly you dart behind the dumpsters, Michael moves to the wall of the alleyway. Holding his breath as he listens to the footsteps of a certain green-eyed demon.

After having petted the cats, Satan got up and begrudgingly left them in order to continue his journey home.

Lost in his thoughts, he can't help but feel as if something is watching him, thinking its just his imagination, he walks on. Who would be stupid enough to sneak up on the Avatar of Wrath?

An idiot in a batman costume apparently.

Satan jumped as the lunatic hopped out from the alleyway, hands behind his back.

"Psst! Kid!" The stranger in the batman costume says, ruby red eyes that reminded him of Lucifer staring at him. "I have a surprise for you!"

Satan's tail whips around his legs, on the defensive. "I'm not a kid." He says coldly. "And what surprise?"

"Heeheehee." The strange man giggles, before taking his hands away from where they were behind his back and revealling a small tiny little kitten, fur as dark as night, with an emerald green bow wrapped loosely around its little neck, having been jostled, the tiny creature meows in protest, big green eyes blinking sleepily. Satan's harsh, mistrusting glare softens as he looks at the kitten, moving to take it out of the strangers hands before his eyes narrow.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch?" 'Batman' says indignantly, as if Satan had gravely offended him. "The catch? How dare you! There is no catch! Can't an uncle give his nephew a present to make up for millennia upon millennia of missed birthdays?!"

Satan blinks. "It's March. It's nowhere near my birthday. And Uncle?" Green eyes narrow again. "I don't have any uncles."

The stranger sticks his tongue out. "Blah blah blah. You are just like your father. Take the fucking cat or I'm telling everyone that you're secretly Lucifer's son."

A vein pops on Satan's head. "Excuse me?!"

The stranger chuckles nervously upon sensing Satan's wrath bubble like magma beneath the surface of his skin, ready to boil over and erupt. When Satan's eyes flashed dangerously the stranger spluttered out. "Oh shit....! Uhhh....Cat Attack!!!" That was the only warning Satan got before the tiny kitten was shoved gently but firmly into his hands, his eyes immedietely softened, the rage slowed down from a boil as he looked into the soft innocent eyes of the kittykat.

He looked up at the stranger, who in his frenzy, had lost his batman mask. Ruby red eyes and golden curls tied in french plaits and tucked into the rest of the suit greeted him. Unholy fuck. Was that Archangel Michael.

The Archangel grins at him, "Enjoy your gift! Tell Lucikins I said hi! Oh and also the cats a girl, you can name her! Come visit your favourite uncle soon! Byebye!" Michael shouts to him, before he turns around, and fucking books it, sprinting away from the Avatar of Wrath at a speed that could rival Mammon running from Lucifer.

Satan stood shellshocked by the whole ordeal having acquired a tiny kitten and an uncle who needed to be institutionalised.

He grinned down at the kitten, "I'm gonna call you Dorcha."

Judging by the small creatures tiny meow, he'd gamble that she liked that name.

A/N: im so sorry this is so short, ive been busy w irl stuff, but this was a fun ask <3

also dorcha is sort of pronounced 'door-ah-ha' but you sort of say the 'ch' with your throat, idk how to explain it, but it means 'dark' 💗💗

siúl suaimhneach (shoe-el soo-ehve-neyak, except dont pronounce the 'ch' as a 'keh' and pronounce it liek gutturally!!!) it means 'peaceful walk' but suaimhneach can also mean tranquil or quiet

[pyaargulzar]

guidance (pt. 5)

summary: with both lovers being miles away, their yearning intensifies. maybe what arnav taught khushi can be put to use to help them both?~

themes: romance, mature, mutual yearning woohoo, self-exploration on khushi's end, smut heehee, "main jo karunga, kya tum woh kar paogi?"

a/n: please feel free to show love/drop your thoughts!! these last 2 parts made me feel so down, i was literally writing to my depression playlist LOL 🥹 would LOOOVE to know if you liked this read 🫶

The boardroom was a battlefield.

Arnav’s voice cut through the heated debate like a blade, his fingers steepled under his chin as he dismantled arguments with ruthless precision. The numbers on the screen were his ammunition—every decimal point, every projection—and he wielded them with the same cold focus that had built his empire. The air was thick with tension, the hum of the projector the only sound as his team waited for his next move.

“If we pivot now, we lose leverage in the Asian markets. The data doesn’t support this gamble.”

His CFO opened his mouth to protest, but a single glance from Arnav silenced him. The man’s jaw snapped shut, his fingers tightening around his pen. The room exhaled. Deal closed.

Yet as his team shuffled out, murmuring praises, Arnav’s gaze drifted to his phone—dark, silent. 

They didn’t know that his sharpness today stemmed from the fact that he hadn’t spoken to his wife. Nor did they know that he had begun yearning for her more desperately after dreaming about bending her over his desk, his hands gripping her hips, her breathy moans filling the silence of his office.

Maybe it was something in the air—the sterile, impersonal scent of the hotel, the endless cycle of meetings with new clients, the way every interaction felt like a negotiation. Whatever it was, it left him on edge, his skin too tight, his thoughts too loud.

That night, as the shower steamed around him, water sluicing off his tense shoulders, he braced his palms against the tiles, head bowed. It had been years since he’d let himself ache like this. He felt like a teenager in heat, restless and desperate, wishing he could teleport home. No one else and nothing else would do—he needed Khushi.

Her absence wasn’t just an emotional void; it was a physical torment—the hollow in his chest, the way his fingers twitched for the warmth of her waist. He’d spent half his life believing love was transactional, something he’d never earn. Too harsh. Too broken. As if he was too difficult to be loved.

But Khushi…Khushi loved him like breathing. Without reason, without limits. Her love never felt like too much—it was just right. A fresh sunny day, a warm cup of coffee, a blooming garden.

And everything felt right again once he finally heard her voice.

His thumb swiped over his phone screen, pulling up the private memo he’d drafted earlier: Gulfstream G700 – expedite purchase.

A ridiculous indulgence. But one he could most definitely afford. The thought of Khushi waiting at airports, worrying—no. He’d burn the money if it meant she’d never look that scared again. A cost-benefit analysis could never fulfill nor justify this need.

Four whole days without Arnav had passed.

Khushi’s clock was still stuck, her heart heavy with his absence. She missed him in everything she did—the way he’d grumble into his coffee in the mornings, the warmth of his hand at the small of her back, the sound of his voice when he whispered her name in the dark. The house had quickly become a whirlwind of activity—baby shower plans, nursery decorations, endless discussions about names—but none of it filled the space he left behind.

Today, she was helping Paayal select clothes for the baby, her fingers lingering over impossibly tiny onesies, her heart swelling at the thought of something so small and fragile coming into their lives.

Arnav had asked her to stop by his office later to pick up some files Aman had prepared. During their brief FaceTime calls, her world finally slowed. 

As she drove to the AR Design office, her mind wandered. She wanted to do so much—but what? Arnav had reassured her that her restlessness wasn’t a bad thing, but it didn’t make the confusion any easier.

The office buzzed with its usual energy, employees moving with purpose, the hum of printers and hushed conversations filling the air. Khushi lingered near Arnav’s empty desk, running a finger along the polished edge.

How would it feel to sit here? To run these halls again, this time with real purpose?

She cringed inwardly at the memory of her first chaotic days in the office—her unprofessionalism, the team’s resistance. But she had tried. She had learned. And now, standing here, she wondered what it would be like to be part of it all—the proposals, the projects, the thrill of building something.

Aman’s knock pulled her from her thoughts. “Ma’am?” He hovered in the doorway, holding a file. “The reports Sir requested are here.” He placed them on the desk.

“Aman-ji,” Khushi blurted, then hesitated. “How is it working here?”

Aman smiled, as if he understood exactly what she was asking. “I like it. There’s a lot to learn from Arnav Sir.” He nodded toward the desk. “There are some documents in the right drawer for you as well.”

Khushi hummed, pulling out the envelope with her name on it. But what caught her attention was the file labeled ‘AR Design Quarterly Results’.

As she flipped through the pages, something flickered in her chest. Columns of numbers, profit margins, KPI’s—this was the language of her husband’s world. The same world she’d dipped into blindly before:

Selling sweets to keep her family afloat.

Running a tiffin service after marriage, bartering with suppliers.

She’d done it all by instinct, never realizing she’d been building skills. Her father had been a businessman—of course this felt natural.

A realization bloomed in her chest, warm and certain. She didn’t need to overthink it anymore. Her usual gleeful smile returned as she gathered the files, her steps lighter on the way out. She couldn’t wait to tell Arnav. He had to be the first to hear.

The next day, Khushi found herself home alone, the house eerily quiet. Paayal and Aakash had slipped away on a whispered date, leaving her with nothing but her thoughts—and the growing, gnawing ache for Arnav.

His call usually came in the morning or afternoon, but today, there was nothing.

“I’ll call you late at night, your time,” he’d texted.

Now, as night fell, Khushi traced idle circles on her phone screen, the empty notification feed mirroring the hollowness in her chest. She wandered to his wardrobe, the cedar scent of his suits wrapping around her like phantom arms.

One by one, she touched the fabrics that had graced his skin—the charcoal suit he favored, the blue shirt he’d worn just before leaving. Pressing a sleeve to her face, she inhaled deeply, her knees nearly buckling at the fading traces of his cologne.

She surrendered to instinct, slipping into the black cotton shirt he slept in. The hem brushed her thighs as she crawled onto his side of the bed, burying her face in his pillow. Here, surrounded by his scent, the distance felt almost bearable.

The phone’s sudden vibration startled her awake at 1:00 AM. She fumbled for it, his shirt slipping off one shoulder as she answered.

Arnav’s face filled the screen as his eyes trailed her form. “Been wearing that all day?” His voice was rougher than usual.

Khushi shook her head, the movement making the neckline slide further. “Just since sunset.” Her fingers nervously plucked at the fabric. “I missed—”

The call ended abruptly.

Khushi’s stomach twisted—anxiety, frustration, a flicker of anger. The emotions were sharper in her sleepy haze.

Then, her phone buzzed.

“Sorry, call you back soon. Love you.” a text.

The tension in her chest eased. The next call came an hour later.

Khushi answered in the moonlight, curled in their bed, still wearing his shirt. The moment his face appeared, she beamed.

“You’re still wearing my clothes,” he noted, his voice darkening.

Her fingers plucked at the cotton as she hummed. “It smells like you.”

“Khushi,” he warned.

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Hmm?”

His jaw clenched. “Do you know what you’re doing? I rushed back to the hotel as soon as I could because of you”

She could feel the shift—the tension thickening, his gaze turning predatory. Her breath hitched.

Then, the words he’d been holding back,“Will you be able to do what I’m about to do?”

That same challenge, months later—but now, she knew exactly what it meant.

Her lips parted. “Try me,” she whispered, never one to back down.

Arnav moved the camera, revealing his bare torso, the hotel sheets pooled low on his waist.

Khushi gasped.

His skin was gilded in the dim light, muscles taut as he deliberately dragged the sheets lower, exposing the defined V leading to his manhood. His hand palmed himself through his boxers.

Khushi’s breath stuttered, her thighs pressing together.

“Arnav—”

He smirked, freeing himself from the fabric. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Khushi’s mouth watered, her fingers digging into the sheets.

“Touch yourself with me,” he commanded, his thumb smearing the wetness over his flushed head.

The slick sound made her whimper.

Obedience.

The glow of the screen highlighted every tremble of her fingers as she obeyed, tracing the neckline of his shirt.

Arnav’s voice was rough, possessive. “Slow. I want to see you.”

Khushi set the phone against her pillow, angling it so he could see everything. The way his shirt rode up her thighs, the bare skin of her legs, the rise and fall of her chest with every shaky breath. Her skin burned under his gaze.

“Arnav…” His name was a whisper, a plea.

His hand stroked lazily, his eyes locked onto her. “Move your hands…lower.”

Khushi’s fingers drifted down, skimming the swell of her breast through the thin cotton, her nipple pebbling under the fabric.

A sharp inhale from Arnav.

“Like this?” she teased, her touch slipping further, dipping between her thighs.

His groan was visceral. “Take it off.”

With shaky hands, she obeyed. The camera shook as she lifted the shirt, moonlight spilling over her bare skin—her flushed breasts, the curve of her waist, the desperate clench of her thighs.

Arnav’s growl sent a shock of heat straight to her core.

“Fuuuck, Khushi—” His hand tightened around his cock, holding himself back from spilling just at the sight of her.

She whimpered, her fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding herself already soaked.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She did—her wide eyes meeting his darkened gaze as she circled her clit, mimicking the rhythm he used on her.

Arnav threw his head back, his hips jerking.

“I wish you were here,” Khushi gasped, her back arching. “I wish you were touching me.”

“Where?”

Her free hand trailed up her body, tracing her tummy, then moving to her breast, pinching a nipple, just the way he liked. “Everywhere.”

Arnav cursed, his grip tightening. “Take them off. Now.”

She hooked her fingers into her panties, peeling them down her legs before spreading them, her heat on full display for him.

Completely bare. Completely his.

Khushi’s fingers dipped inside herself, her moan high and desperate as she grinded down against herself.

“Arnav, I—I—”

“Tell me,” he growled.

“I’m empty—ahn—sooooo so empty without you.”

His rhythm stuttered, his cock leaking more pre against his stomach. “Fuck—”

She arched, her neck exposed, her breasts bouncing as she chased her release, his name a broken chant on her lips.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice raw with need. “Now.”

And she completely shattered. A shrill cry, her body convulsing, her thighs clamping around her hand as pleasure ripped through her. She was riding her orgasm, two fingers curling to hit that spot Arnav showed her. She whimpered his name, “Cumming Arnaaav.”

Through the haze, she heard his climax—his ragged groan forcing her to open her eyes to see him fall apart. His hips jerked into his hand, cum spilling over his fist as he moaned. 

Watching him tipped her over, extending her release—her moan fractured into a gasp as she dragged her fingers out, slow and slick, her breath ragged as she studied them under the dim light.

Silence.

Then—

“Fuck this,” he panted. “I’m catching the next flight back.”

author's note: i've come to deliver on a promise teehee, i hope you liked part 5! heavily inspired by the ANON ask to tie in: main jo karunga, kya tum woh kar paogi?

lowkey want to integrate that into more intense scenes too (maybe? or a similar theme?)