#These social media shits want to control what we do no kidding

[herefortheships]

Hey Tumblr (and subsequently, all other social media while we're at it), I don't want to see these "recommended" posts "for you" posts or "based on your interests" posts or whatever the fuck. I want to see posts from people I FOLLOW.

I had no problem finding new blogs to follow on my own before the "for you" and "recommended" posts became a thing. I would read additions to reblogs, I would go to the tag page of whatever I'm interested in finding blogs to follow about (like I'd go to the Destiel tag, for example, and read around for interesting posts and then check out those blogs and decide if I want to hit "follow"). That's how I decided if I wanted to follow someone or not.

Just because I liked a post about... say, a political figure or a dog or whatever, doesn't mean I want to see politics crap or cute dogs all over the place as I scroll just because I liked that one post.

[banggyu0308]

genre: internet strangers to lovers, idol au, smut

warnings: nsfw under the cut, not very coherent, slutty yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sexting, choking kink, pet names (baby), praise, drinking (they don't get THAT drunk, alright guys?), one night stand-ish, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handholding, cursing, dacryphilia, yeonjun lurks on social media TT, reader is bold ASF, not proofread

wc: 2.5k+

an: tysm for the username help @itgirlgyu TT + this is just for the delulus + @beomsl MEL YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABT PART OF THIS???? + i might title this later but who knows!!

taglist: @full-sunnies , @agustdiv1ne

yeonjun who likes to wear his tank tops to show off, loves heading onto moa twitter and tumblr after lives just to see the fandom having a meltdown... especially hard stan social media, watching all the comments and photos of himself show up. he likes being in control like this, having the power to make everyone else go crazy just by wearing something else that day.

he scrolls and scrolls and one specific post pops up, it's community labeled and when he clicks 'keep reading', he can see why; pretty tits on display from the original poster, comments in the tags all about how she's all his, and he's not very surprised to feel himself growing hard in his pants. yeonjun eyes the username, ready to click the blue-fonted 'follow' button, but it's already gone, and his eyes widen to see that it's an account he's been following and interacting with for a while. that fact only makes it better, and he's clicking to his chat with you before he can even think it through what he's about to do.

yawnchoi you look really pretty in that new post...

yn what can i say? yeonjun brings out a special part of me 😭

yawnchoi im very sure he feels the exact same

yn in my dreams 😭 don't fuel my deluluness

yawnchoi i'm being very serious right now

yn mhm mhm sureeee and how would YOU know? 😑

yawnchoi ajksdbwsjdhbw maybe this wasn't a good idea

yn WHAT wasn't a good idea, hm? 🤨

yawnchoi baby all i'm trying to do is figure out how to word that i'm yeonjun 😭

yn i do not believe you for one moment

yawnchoi i'll send a pic that i would never, ever post and you can even reverse image search it or whatever or i could send a video, im not messing around baby

yn go ahead then ;-;

yawnchoi [sent a photo]

yn alright so yeonjun would definitely never post a photo of him in his boxers in bed so imma need that video 🙏

yawnchoi [sent a video]

yn oh. oh holy shit choi yeonjun has seen my tits- NOT ONLY HAS HE SEEN MY TITS HE LIKES THEM- one sec imma need to process haha im totally not hyperventilating haha

yn alright im back hi haha

yawnchoi helloooo 👋

yn wow. alright. so. uh. how do i ask this- you wanna see more tit pics?

yawnchoi THAT WAS SO BOLD HELP ME- but yes pleaseeee

yn [sent a photo]

yawnchoi oh baby- holy shit you're so pretty 🥺

yn thanks jjunie kwsnbdwjkd im still like- going crazy rn yawnchoi thats cute baby :((

yn wjhbswhjdhj so- since you've seen my tits i wanna see you again :(( preferably your dick but haha

yawnchoi yeah? pretty baby wants to see my dick?

yn kjwbshwjdbhe yes please?

yawnchoi asking so nicely... alright baby~ [sent a photo]

yn oh 😳 oh fuck alright sjbdsewjh wanna touch :((

yawnchoi me or yourself, baby?

yn well, both, but only one can happen, right? so me-

yawnchoi go ahead, can i see? yn alright 😳 [sent a video]

yawnchoi baby's so pretty :(( wanna see you cum for me <3

yn [sent a video] would be better if you were here :( want you to touch me so bad wjbwjhdbe

yawnchoi can fly you into korea if you want...

yn YOU'RE KISSING *KIDDING

yawnchoi i'm notttttttt dekjbdekj pretty cunt's got me all horny :((

yn i don't even care if it's a one night stand choi fucking yeonjun's gonna fly me out to korea to fuck me heck yeah

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and he does. books a flight last minute for the next day, from your country to seoul, puts on a pair of sunglasses and his least conspicuous outfit, and drives to the airport. he isn't THAT nervous- it's not like he thinks you're gonna murder him.

and when you walk out of the airport building with nothing but a backpack with you, looking around and waving slightly when you see him, his heart quickens just a little. (and NOT just because he's seen you naked).

you decide to sit in the back of his car for no reason other than you want to, and maybe a little bit because you can't exactly handle looking at him straight on quite yet.

to your surprise, there's no awkward small talk, just him getting straight to the point and saying all the members are out of the dorm currently, but, ever the gentleman, he says since you flew a long way, you can sleep a little bit first and he won't bother you.

your whole body is on alert and you find yourself thinking that there's no way you'd be able to sleep now. it's one thing to sext someone knowing they're an idol- another to actually be in the car with them, on your way to where they live, and knowing you're going to actually fuck them.

yeonjun politely takes your bag when you get out of the car, and when his fingers wrap around the strap, his hand brushes yours slightly. you internally feel like you might faint- you hadn't actually prepared yourself for this, and now he was touching you and he feels real and you knew he was real but now it just feels extra.

holding your bag, he opens the door to the dorm, leading you in before following, taking you into his room and placing your bag down on the floor next to his bed. every single action that takes him closer to you makes your face grow hot, the bed dipping slightly under your weight when you sit down. the sheets are soft, but your mind barely registers it, focusing instead on the fact that you are in yeonjun's bed.

he opens his mouth to say something, and you panic, cutting him off quickly with a wry grin and a statement. "i might need some alcohol in my system before we do anything else."

yeonjun raises his eyebrows in the slightest, a little surprised, but he also gets it. he's pretty sure both his body and his mind want you way too much right now, but he's so nervous he might not do anything. his hands are twisted in his lap and he quickly realizes and sits on them instead before standing.

he leads you to the kitchen, getting himself a can of beer and letting you pour yourself a couple shots of vodka. you know your limits- it's just enough for you to get a little tipsy and stop overthinking everything.

knocking one back, you enjoy the burn in your throat before taking the second. the slight buzz under your skin makes you smile slightly, leaning against the counter while he takes long sips of his own drink. it's obvious he wants this to pick up, so you busy yourself messing with his shirt just a little while he drinks. you slip your fingers under his sleeve, mindlessly rubbing your fingertips back and forth over his skin. you can tell he remembered your comments the previous day about his arms, basing his outfit around that.

he has another tank top on today, arms flexing when he brings the can to his lips to take another sip, and you move your hands a little farther down to rest on his chest. this time, when he lowers the can, his lips are a little wet from the drink and you can't help but press a messy kiss to them, licking the liquid off. yeonjun lets out a slight hiss when your tongues meet, left hand reaching behind him to place the can on the counter.

the alcohol must really be working already because you're both stumbling to his room, messily tugging each other's clothes off, and yeonjun leaves a line of wet hickeys up your neck. each and every touch of his skin on yours makes you feel fire burn a trail across your body, but it's in a way that makes you almost absolutely sure that it's not just because he's one of your celebrity crushes, or because you're a little drunk.

yeonjun's movements are so rushed that in seconds he's on top of you, his own shirt off, pants quick to follow once you tug at them. your hands find way to his newly-lightened hair when his lips and tongue meet yours again, a different kind of intoxication weaving itself up and over each of your limbs, the kind of intoxication that makes you want to live and breathe this man.

"want you," he whispers, cheeks pink from the alcohol, his eyes slightly glazed when he looks into yours, and the way he says it makes your cheeks grow hot again.

"go ahead then, 'm all yours," you exhale in response, trying to ignore the way your heart twinges at your own words. this is just a one time thing, you have to remind yourself.

but yeonjun's eyes light up and he presses another kiss to your lower lip, one hand moving between your legs to part them. his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can feel the way your underwear are sticking to your pussy. you'd chosen to wear white underwear today and you're pretty sure they're see-through by now, drenched completely from all the feelings yeonjun's touch is sending through you.

"all mine?" yeonjun mumbles, eyes wide. and when you nod, he smirks slightly. "love your cunt so much, i might just take you right now." your own eyes widen and yeonjun can feel your breath hitch. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you? pretty slut would love her jjunie taking her raw, would love to have me cum inside..."

you suck in a breath through your teeth at his words, nodding quickly, spread out on the bed beneath him. your mouth tastes like alcohol and yeonjun, and your brain tries to forget how he so flippantly called himself your jjunie.

"jjun, just, just fuck me, please?" you whimper out when he rubs a fingertip over your clothed cunt.

"baby asked so nicely, might as well give her what she wants," he coos, tugging off his boxers only once he slides your underwear down your legs. "promise you'll let me taste you next time?"

you nod, too distracted by the fact that he's already planning a 'next time' in his head to realize that he wants to eat you out, but by the time you understand, he has the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, other hand holding yours as he slowly pushes in. the gesture feels sweet, romantic even, and you let your eyes fall shut when he pauses his movements.

yeonjun's body is pressed flush to yours in a way that allows him to brush his fingers over your neck, skin smooth against you. his hand wraps loosely around your neck and his breath is hot on your cheek when he whispers, "is this okay?"

you nod once more, only because the combination of the alcohol and his body on you is making your brain so fuzzy you can't think clear enough to speak. yeonjun hums lightly and experiments with his grip, making you gasp a little when he also hits your g-spot. he lets out a hiss when your already-tight walls tighten further around him.

he'd had a feeling that you'd feel like heaven around him, just because of the fact you had stated you were only able to fit two fingers inside yourself, but he had obviously underestimated all the sensations that were going to overwhelm him like they are now. every movement of his hips towards yours makes him fight to control the tremble of his body. your hand is linked with the one he doesn't have around your neck and every time he buries himself completely inside you, your hand tightens just a little around his.

he's losing himself just a little, hand still laced with yours, pace quickening until jolty, broken, high pitched moans are the only sound leaving you. yeonjun can't help but smirk at that, hoisting one leg over his shoulder. "fucking pussy is so perfect, almost like it's made for me, taking me so well... might just keep you here, my personal little cumslut, could bring you on tour with us, fuck you every night in the hotel room, how'd you like that, hm?"

his rhythm is so brutal you're choking on your words by now, broken sobs slipping through your parted lips, tears filling your waterline and then slipping down your cheeks, mixing with the slight mascara you'd put on this morning and making your face a mess. yeonjun likes it too, the way he's so easily able to get you like this, just a few words from his lips and you're crying.

he can't help but tell you this with a mocking pout on his lips that turns into yet another smirk, chuckling when all you can do is whimper incoherently. yeonjun kisses you gentle enough to make up for his harsh words though, he's only trying to make you feel good, and he knows you like it when he talks down to you.

one hand still around your neck, the other moves from your hand to your waist, and he's only fucking into you harder when you whine out that you're close. his lips catch yours again when you gasp out his name, gummy walls fluttering around his dick as your whole body shakes from the force of your orgasm, yeonjun's fingertip rubbing at your clit making you convulse under him.

yeonjun bites back a little moan and lowers his lips to your ear again. "can i cum in you, baby? let me make you mine?"

you can't tell if he's just saying it in the heat of the moment, but you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

he bites his lip slightly, only losing control completely when you lick up the side of his neck and bite a splotchy hickey onto his neck. his warm cum fills you as he mumbles out a string of curses mixed with your name against your neck.

yeonjun practically collapses on you once he pulls out but lets himself take a second to marvel at how pretty you look right now, mascara leaking down your cheeks and neck, his cum and yours leaking from your swollen, abused cunt.

you let him wrap his arms around your form, cheek against his chest, both your bodies hot and sweaty, his bangs plastered to his forehead. there's a question on the tip of your tongue but he answers it for you, mumbling in your ear, "will you stay? for longer than just today?" yeonjun pauses slightly, then continues. "i'm not sure if i want you to be just one time. i know that this part of our relationship is new but we've been talking for so long and yeah, i don't want you to go back home and for this never to happen again."

you purse your lips, alcohol fogging up your brain and making you a little too sleepy to respond. "we'll talk tomorrow, hm? it's late and i had a long flight and i'm tired, jjunie..."

he nods slightly, running a hand through his hair, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, yn."

"night night, yeonjun," you exhale.

you're almost half asleep when you hear him whisper, "the others'll be home soon, if they see us like this, i'm blaming you..."

[gyusimp]

I’d like to request Gyutaro and fem reader having a disagreement so they play a game doing the 69 position and whoever cums first wins

°•Competing with Gyutaro (Nsfw)•°

Thanks for this request, hope u like it, it's a little short but it unblocked me and I had a lot of fun!

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW| Smut | 69 | Minors PLS DNI!! | Modern AU

Today was Sunday afternoon, outside the sky was covered in clouds and it seemed like it could rain at any moment, you and your boyfriend were alone in your apartment so since both of you felt brave enough to cook dinner or something so you simply decided to suggest watching a movie or a series together, to which Gyutaro gladly agreed. You two went to your room and got on the bed to turn on the television and enter one of the series platforms.

Gyutaro took the remote control and, together with you, navigated through the entire repertoire of series and movies. It was quite an extensive catalogue, from comedy and horror to romance, action and documentaries. A few days ago you saw a summary of a romantic comedy on social media so you suggested that movie to watch together while Gyutaro suggested an action trilogy, bloody and exciting. You didn't dislike these types of movies, but you didn't feel like watching them at this exact moment, your eye was on that romantic comedy and you wanted to give it a chance.

"I'm not gonna watch that thing, I'll end up asleep within the first 15 minutes." Gyutaro told you, with reluctance in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to hear gunshots every 5 seconds and see guys running on roofs either, not now at least."

The two of you continued debating on which movie to watch, it was taking you longer to look for one than it did to watch a movie, it would even be close to dusk. Neither of you two got a second choice to propose, so the only two candidates were the films you had chosen from the beginning.

"Well, we have no choice..." You said, placing one of your hands behind your back, looking at your boyfriend squarely. "Rock, paper..."

"Wait a second." Gyutaro said, to which you listened to what he had to say. "What if we better play another game to decide?" His smile was unpredictable, bold and malicious.

"Sure, that's what I was about to do."

"No, not that kid shit. How about we do this: let's do a quicky 69, and whoever cums first will be the winner."

His idea surprised you, you were not horny at the moment and Gyutaro was usually very easy to get aroused so both things were a disadvantage for you at the moment, you thought about the game for a few minutes while planning how to obtain a sure victory so you ended up accessing.

"Ok, I accept!"

Gyutaro began to take off his clothes just like you, you undressed easier since you were only wearing a bra, panties and a long, loose t-shirt, you got rid of all your clothes until you were completely naked just like him. Gyutaro laid down on your bed and then patted his lap for you to climb on top of him.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey." He invited you, his voice deep and provocative.

You straddled Gyutaro, placing one leg on either side of him but with your back to him, you positioned yourself so that his wet cock was in front of your face, your breasts were crushed on his abdomen and you could sit almost on his face. Gyutaro's view was perfect, he could admire on his face your thighs hugging his sides, your butt on his chest and your small pussy half open in front of him, making him spank you on impulse, making you moan. The idea of this game was to make your opponent feel the slightest pleasure to prevent him from cum but still make a little effort since it was against the rules to stay completely still.

"Ok, go ahead doll. Start sucking" Gyutaro said.

Chills passed through your entire spine when after hearing him speak, you felt a wet and hot sensation on your slit making you moan, it was Gyutaro's tongue running through your folds, sliding between your lips. You couldn't stand by and do nothing or Gyutaro would automatically win, so you turned your gaze forward and found his cock in front of you. You took it between your fingers and began tracing small lines with your tongue over his slit at the tip, causing Gyutaro to move his hips as he sucked on your pussy and thighs. You had to do whatever it took on their own to cum as soon as possible, so you settled yourself better on top of Gyutaro and spread your legs wider, opening your cunt better so that Gyutaro's tongue had better access. You began to move your hips on top of him, slow, circular movements to make your clit slide out of your folds and rub against Gyutaro's mouth as you slid your hand down his length again and again. You could feel your core wet and throbbing just like Gyutaro's cock in your hand. You decided it was time to take him out of your mouth and instead began sucking on his balls and leaving wet kisses along his length and both thighs. Gyutaro's moans told you that you were doing an excellent job, even if he didn't tell you in words. You continued to move your hips on top of him, wanting your orgasm badly but you didn't feel wet enough yet. You saw Gyutaro's tip in your hand, dripping with precum so your instinct led you to immediately lick it before he noticed, you looked at his face again but he was drunk enough with lust between your legs to notice that his liquid was appearing. Gyutaro took his tongue out of your hole and decided to thrust one of his fingers in, making you arch your back along with a loud moan.

Wet sounds could be heard every time he arched his finger inside you, stretching you and you sucking on it to clench around him. You wanted to keep your moans hidden as much as possible so as not to let him see how good he was making you feel and suddenly stop so you took his length in your hands again and took it almost completely into your mouth to start sucking him while you accelerated the movement in your hips. You felt on your lips how Gyutaro contracted and his moans became louder which meant that he could cum at any moment so your hips went faster and faster making his finger start to get wetter inside you. You felt a couple of gags in your throat and your mouth became wet, drooling down the sides tasting Gyutaro's precum giving you the idea that he would be the winner until due to your rough movements on his face and your clit rubbing against him, you had to take it out of your mouth to scream with pleasure and feel how all the discharge of your orgasm came out of your body and seconds later that of Gyutaro. Gyutaro approached you and took care of separating your lips with his fingers and eating you whole until the last drop, leaving you with a slippery, wet and hot sensation between your pussy and your legs, sliding down to your butt. Now you were the winner.

"Well...we'll see what I want, okay?" You said, feeling victorious.

[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s resident it girl ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: everyone’s obsessed with the cool girl of the formula one community, and it’s safe to say that her husband’s team is obsessed with her too. OR tilly wolff, the ceo of hearth automotive groups (owner of almost all of mercedes’ rival teams), returns to the paddock months after the last appearance of the wolff family in baku.

content warning: social media au, ofc in love with toto (frfr), established relationship and family, mentions of alex turner x ofc and arctic monkeys (song lyric reference), brief use of explicit language, jokes about age (beekeeping)

note: yes, it is a whole universe. and will I make a timeline/guide/navigation that will help people understand this universe better? yes. enjoy xx

masterlist

tagged mercedesamgf1

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc

mercedesamgf1 it’s ok, we forgave you when you brought adelmo along :)

user1 BEE. KEEPING. AGE. 🐝

user2 if i was his wife, i’d be taking photos of him too 😭

user3 this is the closest thing that tilly and toto have to an alone time and you know what i’ll take it

georgerussell63 this really shows favouritism, tils. liked by tillywolff

tillywolff yes well this is the only chance i have to play favourites inside the paddock

charles_leclerc i agree with the beekeeping age comments 🙈

user4 LMAO CHARLES

user5 toto just took away your brownie points, congrats. now figure out how to get his blessings.

user6 what’re the chances of him getting out of the next wolff dinner party alive?

maxverstappen1 user6 pretty slim.

user6 maxverstappen1 stop making me feel delulu as is 😭 this parasocial relationship shit isn’t for me

lewishamilton you should have asked me to watch the kids instead of ogling over my boss 😉 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff and you should just keep your mouth shut 🤐

user7 i would ogle over your boss too so don’t pick on her like that 🤓

tagged tillywolff, hearthautomotivegroups

liked by mickschumacher, steviemarlz, lewishamilton

lewishamilton that’s my best friend!! liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 INDEED LEWIS!!!

user1 “our favourite ceo of hearth automotive groups” like it isn’t just tilly who controls the company 😭

user2 toto needs his own instagram account if he wants to continue to shitpost about our resident it girl like this

user3 whoever posted this is getting a bonus, i can feel it

user4 she’s such a milfffff ughhh

user5 right?? like you’re telling ME? that she just gave birth six months ago?

user6 my favourite part of the weekend is when tilly would show up to the paddock, dressed to the nines with her kids in tow and having to bark at the paparazzi about hounding her cubs 🫶

user7 she’s so mother and i love it

redbullracing that looks like our boss 🤨

scuderiaferrari that looks like ours too 😶

mclarenf1 no because that looks like our boss too 🫣

mercedesamgf1 no, not really. she’s our boss’ wife :)

user8 mercedes answering our wishes by posting photos of OUR WIFE? scuderiaferrari do you do requests too bc i wanna talk about your strategies…

user9 pfT HAHAHAHAHA THATS VILE

[dietmountaindewbae]

hiii i LOVE ur fics omg pls never stop writing,

could you maybe do something You-ish (the TV show "You") (idk if you've seen it but it's amazing) something stalker-ish? where alex is joe and reader is his, soon to be, gf (cuz he makes her) (any alex era) 💌

hope ur well🤍💋

xxiii. obsession

alex turner x reader

word count: 12626

summary: We ran into each other by chance or by fate, your clumsiness started something for me, something for us, and it's my duty to find out who you are. (the car! era) This story is written on Alex's narrative.

warnings: obsessions & rough s*x

song recommendation: tear you apart by she wants revenge

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Ever since that day outside of a party, when you fell into my arms, drunk and loud, I had never felt so high, I had felt something the moment you smiled at me and flushed from the embarrassment, your eyes watery from the cold, your lips red full of blood, alcohol running fast through your veins, my heart falling from my mouth, you pulled away and hugged yourself, too embarrassed from what had happened, you thought it was too much booze, I thought it was meant to be, right place and right time. You just said "Sorry," I helped you to get back on your feet, our hands lightly graze and we lock in a stare, but then your mates dragged you across the street, they had dragged you away from me, like parents and their out-of-control kid, you waved goodbye at me, and all I could do was smile and wave goodbye to you, I was a fool, I didn't know what to say, it was one of those 'what would have happened?' moments when I ask myself, 'what if I had just said "It's ok, don't worry, love"' Icould vividly picture us walking down the street, going for some food because we were pissed, I would've kissed you, and asked for your number, then we could be dating, holding hands in the street, laughing at everything, hanging out with your stupid mates, if they hadn't been there and taken you away from me, I probably wouldn't have found meself, hiding behind the threes in the middle of a cold winter in LA, hoping to be in the warmth of your arms than out in the cold darkness of the street. I can't help to wonder if you ever think of me.

Your name and your last name stayed in a constant loop on my mind, one of your mates, the one with the light brown hair had screamed it as she found you falling into my arms, it would be stupid if I didn't look for you, right? You're gorgeous, you were nice and interesting, It would be weird if I didn't try to find your social media. It was easy to find you, I hate to admit how easy it is to find everything online these days, I found your Instagram and Facebook with just a few clicks on my computer, it's too easy it makes me laugh.

I scrolled through every single one of your posts on Facebook, you had a few, not many, everything was mainly about your little family trips and your sister's child, I made a note that you might just have Facebook out of pressure from your mother and sister since they always tag you in memes or those annoying TED Talk videos and you never answer, I found your mother's page, widowed, 49 years old, looks 45, she gave you her face, older sister, found her page too, married with a toddler, awfully bitter since she has to post where she is at all times, even if her child had taken a massive shit and had the looks of a giant worm, she would've posted it, I left the best for last. Your Instagram, no one these days uses Facebook.

Your Instagram was private but empty with not a single sight of you... so it's no use, what about your friends?... Hello you... I could hold on to these group pictures Larissa posted, thank you internet! Your friend group was small but they knew how to get around, only 4 people, two girls called Julie and Larissa, and Julie's boyfriend Luca, 5 if you counted me in, soon, luckily for me, Julie had an empty page, barely any pictures, just her and Luca but her profile was public but that lead me to find your other friend, Larissa had pictures of her face and some of you and Julie at pubs, very self-centered I suppose, Luca only posted about being a gym addict. I took a more personal approach, your sister Nina, who loves you very much, she had plenty of pictures of you. Thanksgiving was at your house, you looked gorgeous in those pictures, you wore a white dress with red flowers and black platforms, your long hair in beautiful waves, if any pervert were to see it, you would be such an easy victim with that long hair, but you're not, you're not so easy to hunt down in the dark. There was a picture of you and your sister's baby boy, sitting next to the three by a bay window, great. I took note of the stores, houses, and historical buildings nearby and then reality hit me as I took a cab on the way to your house.

Come on Alex, what are you doing? You look like a creep with your cap and coat in the middle of the night, It's only just a crush it'll go away, just like all the others. But you see? That's the problem with you, you're not, this is dangerous but I'll take my chances for you, I'm not obsessed with you, like I said, it's only just a crush. I hide behind some trees in front of your house on the other side of the street, and I contemplate this wonderful girl in her bedroom, going round and round with a book in her hands. 

At night me head couldn't stop spinning, making all of these scenarios, about a girl who meets a stranger, and they fall madly in love in just a split second. I didn't need more, I could hold on to your light vanilla perfume and the softness of your hair, your lips, your collarbone, your shoulder, the curve of your breasts in the blouse you wore that night, I want to hold you close and kiss you hard.

For next few days I followed you around, I made you a time table, every morning at 5:30 you went for a run, and you finished off at home some with exercises you found on YouTube, you were visibly struggling, and that made me laugh but I felt bad for doing so, you worked hard, you finished around 6:30, you liked walking like a true new yorker, in your most sober looks, sometimes in a dress with a blue navy sweater on top of dresses , jeans, and a silky shirt, winter or no winter, you loved wearing tank tops, loved exposing even just a little bit of your body, even in the coldest days, your legs, your beautiful shoulders, a v-neck, mini skirts, checkered shorts or pants, and sexy patterned tights with colors like pastel blue, and even red to spice up your all black outfits, and you always wore that luscious and berry coloured lipstick on your lips, heels, motorcycle boots, ballerina flats, dresses, chunky sweaters, straight leg vintage jeans, coats, heels, shoulder bags, mini bags, but what a must was, something that never came off of you, your golden necklace, you're an everything girl, you dressed for the day, it told you exactly what to wear, even if you broke your pattern, you mostly dressed like Jane Birkin, jeans, white shirt, chunky purse, but you love leather, leather belts, leather jackets. Then you walk to your favorite café, and your drink depends on how tired you feel, black coffee for busy days or cappuccinos for the days you don't feel in a rush, then you take the metro, read a book and sip on your coffee while listening to your music, you are in college by 7:30, have 30 minutes to spare, but you're wise, and you use them organize yourself while you ease up with some music, I've never seen a longer playlist to be honest, there's a bit of everything there, you write your things in a red wine journal, I wonder what's in those little pink notes you stick on your notebook.

I made sure you got safely to your workplace after school at 4:00 pm, a bakery, you love talking to the people at the register as they ask you for your favorite dessert, and you always choose the same, tiramisu, rich coffee with some liquor, mascarpone carefully enveloped with delicious whipping cream, and a touch of cocoa sifted all over the tiramisu, and you juggle back and forward with doing school work, help in the kitchen, serve the costumers with a bright and friendly smile, you're tired and they don't pay you enough. And when you get home a 10 pm, you don't go to sleep, you stay up until you're finished but you never truly are, no matter how late or early, you can't sleep, why is that beautiful? Aren't your sheets made of the softest cotton? But I can see, that you are compromised to live in a city that never sleeps, you get ready for your next job at your nearest live jazz pub as a bartender, I'm very familiar with that type of job, you serve the customers with a kind smile as the music rocks you, you talk to other girls, and the artists flirt with you from time to time but you didn't submit, you knew better than that, you got paid well, the tips that fell on your back pocket from the nasty old men helped you to afford your apartment, barely making it to the next cut but you made it.

And every restless night when your mind couldn't stop thinking you went out to the nearest pub, and you made new friends, some men flirted with you until sadly, one night I had to watch you leave with one of them, he conquered your body before me, I wonder if you ever think of me in that way, a sexy stranger, that clouded your mind with ideas until you finally gave in. He did what he wanted to do, and when he left, you were still flushed and needy, that night I watched you hump your pillow with angst to get yourself off, a gorgeous picture to see, one that was engraved in my brain since then.

Every night when I crashed in my bed, and I prayed for this to go away but it continued to grow, I prayed for you to get out of me head, but your face, your smile, every curve of your body lived in me head, and if I don't something about it, you'll hunt me down forever. 

I walked down the street on a Saturday night, It's been a week since we bumped into each other, discreetly searching for you with my eyes, until, I found you, in your West Village, street-level, white, vintage but modern apartment that might be hard for you to afford but you keep on paying it because the creepy landlord has a massive crush on you, he cannot fool me, I know what it's like.

You live in such a melancholic part of New York and also warm, old, and historic, it holds so many stories, and memories that's why it reminds you of home, like the baby pictures your mom posts, your living area illuminated with yellow lights from you mid-century lamps, like the sky in a beautiful afternoon, laying in your sette in a white tank top and panties, finally, you get to relax and enjoy yourself.

I could see the outline of your body through your thin linen white curtains, you were wearing vintage headphones connected to your record player, reading a book, Bukowski's 'Love Is A Dog From Hell' Yes, it must certainly is. Then suddenly you stood up, I'm certain you're barefoot, through a crack in the curtain I can see you're approaching the window, I could see the left side of your face, soft, round, cute little pointy nose, and your eyes, a sparkle in them as you stare into the sky, pink pouty lips, and a little beauty spot in your cheek, your phone in the ear, moving your lips with a smile as if you were talking to the person in the other line in real life. You nodded a couple of times and then you hung up, I saw the outline of your body, running towards your bedroom, what's got you in such a hurry? But before you forget, you turn up the music so loud the whole neighborhood can hear it, you choose something classic 'Bang Bang' by Nancy Sinatra, shoot me down, your linen curtain reflecting the light, and you take out your top in one move tossing it away, the outline of your naked beautiful body stretching had made me think so many things to do with it in less than a second, you pick your clothes with care, hanging them in front of your mirror, posing with the clothes on top of your body.

You sit somewhere in your room, and I can hardly see you, something about your magnetism draws me to you, so I stupidly cross the street and find shelter behind a three, but I get even more stupid as I get to see you doing your makeup in the mirror, your phone rings and your face goes blank, you answer and I see how your expressions change like the way flowers rot, gradually you get darker and darker, until... you break into tears putting an end to the call, and you push your phone away, you look into the mirror, and I see a tear roll down your cheek slowly, your face scrunched, and your cheeks reddened, you look at yourself in the mirror, all I can see is hate and rage, and then, you're cold as ice, not another tear rolls down your cheeks, you clean them up with a soft cotton pad and continue to apply makeup on your face, I wonder who has made you cry? even if it was just one small insignificant tear, whoever that was...they still made you cry.

Before you leave, you check yourself one last time, the dress you choose to wear was way better than the typical night outfits women wear these days, less ostentatious, you like dressing feminine, classic but modern, but not so pretty that you look like a little girl, you were more than pretty, you were hot, steaming, boiling, no man would approach you like that, and that was the sad truth for you but good news for both of us, not as any man would approach you, they had to have big balls to do so, baby doll dress, platforms, and a racer jacket, cute, stylish, edge, as always, you were sharp as a blade to the skin. Your hair is straight and it looks longer than when it's on your natural waves, and the wind blows perfectly on it, but that velvet red lipstick on your mouth might be the death of me.

You went outside, took a cab, and went out, I waved my arm, and soon enough a cab passed by.

"Where to?" The man said.

"Follow that cab in front of you," He took off, it was sad, drivers these days don't even care for men like this, the ones that just order to do something like that, there were a lot of crazy people here, and I had to protect you from them.

I see you being dropped off at a crowded pub, I hand a good amount of money to the man, and he drives off, I see you go inside, and you find your mates, I sit across from you, not too close so that you can see me but, but not so far so I don't hear you. You hug each one of them and you sit in the booth next to Julie.

"What's the occasion?" You said, next thing, Julie turns and shows a sparkling diamond on her finger, "Luke, Luke, Luke!" You teased her in awe, you held her hand carefully, examining it up close to the ring, "It's stunning" You said with a kind smile, it was amazing how I wished to be that hand, the one you caressed with care.

"I wanna do something big for the bachelorette, and I don't know where to start, I mean..." It must be hard for you, everyone around you is married or has a serious more than the 2-year relationship you can't hold on to, everyone has a kid now, everyone turns 27 and suddenly they already have a house, a child, and a loving husband, I wouldn't be like that ever, things won't be like that with me, I promise, we can take it as slow and calm as you want, or maybe go fast, I can go both ways, I just have to wait for the moment I may finally introduce myself to you, maybe by tomorrow when you go out but it must be soon before you forget about that last Saturday night, and it looks like you are in the process of, you are emptying those glasses of wine like coke in a hot summer day.

"Ease up with the wine," Larissa says, "You're gonna end up embarrassing yourself like the last time, you always have to pull a seen," Here we go.

"What fuckin' scene?" You spit back, "I was tired and I had been wearing high heels for more than 2 hours, yes, I was drunk but it was a genuine accident" You were annoyed, why could no one understand that? Accidents happen, and it must be hard for you to stand that pain, if I had stayed over, I would've given you a lovely massage, and treated you the way you're supposed to, I'm starting to be not very fond of Larissa.

"Uhu, yeah, but do you remember the last time you went to that party and got so drunk you "accidentally" confused a cigarette with marihuana and cried in the street like a baby?" Larissa, you just had to make it worse, didn't you?

"Fuck off, I can do whatever the fuck I want, if you don't want to believe me that's fine, oh!... and a scene, Larissa, a scene is what you pull when you yell at everyone as if you were the fucking owner of everything and everyone" You took your purse and rushed out, I see that Julie went out to get you, so I discreetly follow her, and find you waving your arm for a cab.

"Wait, don't go," Julie says with a caring tone, "I know you're not ok, you can't lie to me, you know how Lari is..."

"But why does she have to be a fuckin' news flasher of everything I do, embarrassing me in front of everyone, making me look like I'm not fun to be around," Julie tried to hug you but you wouldn't let her near.

"You say some scary shit while you're drunk, that's the only thing I'm going to agree on, but I can see you're not ok," Intuitive, honest, and kind, good choice for a friend.

"He called me" Julie sighs, who is he? This is the prize of being old fashioned, just like me, that's another thing I like about you, you have a life, even if you spend time alone, you go out in the world instead of taking a picture of it and expose your life, you have a little life, but it's yours and only yours.

"What did he want?" You shrugged and searched for something in your leather purse, taking a cigarette, and desperately flicking the lighter on.

"He just asked how I was, while he's off... modeling and possibly fucking two to three girls every single night, and he asks me how I am, drunk and high, he's so... he's-" To find the right words to describe that wanker only made me think about the damage he must have done to you, come on, spill the name, "That's not really everything, he's just-"

"Part of everything" Julie answered back, hugging you close to her, a caring hug, sweet, I could take a picture of it, I'm glad there is Julie for you, "Go home, and text me when you get there," She holds her arm up, taking a cab for you and sending you back home, I did the same thing as before, and the man did as he was told. But the problem was, you didn't go home, you went to a nearby liquor store and bought more wine for yourself, you drank it straight from the bag and you plugged in your wired earphones to your phone, kicking your feet and humming to the music 'New Dawn Fades' by Joy Division, a sad post-punk classic, you should be glad I am here to be on the look for you as you waddle in the steers, an easy target, if anyone dared to do anything to you, well, you must be glad there is me.

You walked a few blocks to your house, but you didn't go in, you couldn't hold yourself up anymore, so you sat by the staircase, defeated since you were desperately looking for your keys in your little purse, and you stared into the empty dark street, and you cried, you kept crying so hard it makes me feel the need to go and help you, I didn't really think about what I was doing, you were desperate, and I was afraid of letting you stay outside like that, then you stood up, unpredictable as always, I see you taking a fast pace. What are you thinking about? Did you forget something? You walk a few blocks until you stay still on a crowded street, the cars on that street go by faster, and you stare into the void as the red lights flash before you in straight lines, your cheeks stained with black tears, the darkness takes you in like one of their children, your head wrapped up in horrible ideas, so dark they blind your eyes, so atrocious your mind can only find one way to make you see the light at the end, you can't find peace, your body is tired, your eyebags are heavy, and you don't feel like yourself, you've lost control and you murmur something over and over again under your breath like some sort of sick prayer...

"A loaded gun won't set you free"

I see you take a step forward, now standing on the pavement, my heart drops to my stomach, and I run to get you, the wind blowing my cap away, what are you doing? why are you doing this? I can fix it, I can fix you, I can help you, I'll make it all disappear, before you take another step, the bus coming your way was out to get you, and you closed your eyes, but I won't let you go like that, my hand grasps your shoulder tightly, and I pull you to my arms, you're cold, shivering, your wired earphones fall from your head and get tangled in your hair.

"Are you alright?" Your face is wet with tears, and you look at me with big eyes, flushed again from the embarrassment, but that sparkle, that little fucking sparkle just makes me so mad, I'd kill for you to see me like that over and over, your little nose red, your eyelids a bit puffy.

You quickly wipe your tears, "Erm..." You sniffed, and you stared into my face with a cute and educated smile, "No... I mean, yes... sorry, I'm just... I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry," You scan my face, the familiarity of it makes a grin spread on your lips, "If I sound like a creep please stop me, but, I think I know you" Your lips curl into a bigger smile, as you realize who I am, I am that man, I am the man who will always be there for you, "You're that guy I fell into the other day" I pretend as if am amazed over who small the world is.

"Hey you," You said to me with a smile.

"Hello you" We both look to our feet, and I feel some warmth creeping up me cheeks, "We gotta stop meetin' like this" I see you flush, looking at me through your lashes, you slowly bite your bottom lip as you brush your hair out of the way, flirty. You struggle to untangle your earphones from your hair, I take a step forward and gently untangle them.

"You just had to come and rescue me again huh? Who are you? Superman?" I hear your voice, and your laughter like a melody I would love to hear over and over again, gentle, a little deep, but beautiful, I can see that behind all of that dark makeup and those dark looks, you're a sweet but lost little girl.

"I'm Batman" You're laughing and blushing at my jokes, that means that you like me.

"I like your accent batman" That's nice to hear, some people say that it sounds too rough and I sound like a scumbag, but I'm glad your ears enjoy the sound of it.

"Thanks, love" You take a step forward, your eyes looking at mine and then at my lips, it's hard to breathe right now.

"What are you doin' so late, huh? Are you wearing your costume?" You tease me, and we begin to walk together, to nowhere, just where we want this conversation to take us.

"Sort of, and you?" You shrugged, what a hard night you had. I'm worried about you, you didn't need to apologize for "not thinking", we kept walking until the smell of food dilated our nose trails.

"Just went for some drinks with a couple of friends nothing too exciting... do you mind if we stop for some food?" My fantasies had become real, you wanted to get some street pizza, the nice old man smiling at you tenderly, he's nice, not creepy, just a nice man, you ask for two slices of pepperoni with Italian sausage and the man is nice enough to give you the most fresh and warm slices of pizza, "Here, it's on me... it's the least I can do"

"Thank you" You chuckled and waved it off, gosh I wish I could just freeze this moment forever.

"I should be thanking you..." You wait to hear my name, and I stay silent contemplating this moment for a second, this is how it starts.

"Alex" You shake hands with me as your tongue, teeth, and lips articulate your name, you have a lovely name, and I'm crazy about you, "Charmed" I hold my gaze at you as you slowly let go of me hand.

"So, what were your plans for the night before I had completely crashed them" Funny, dark jokes, sarcasm, you're really smart but you don't like showing it off, you make me laugh so much, it's clear we have the same humor, that's another reason as to why you're perfect for me and I am for you.

"Um... I thought about going out somewhere, anywhere, sometimes I can't sleep... I'm afraid of losing life by being a slave of me work, me house, everythin' but I found something exciting" You smile to yourself, and you smile at me, you see? We're perfect.

"I do that sometimes... whenever I can't sleep, I go to a bar and you know... try to meet new people, I hate having to post about it on social media though, everyone has their screens glued to their faces, and I just don't like that, I don't wanna breathe my phone, I wanna breathe air" If I were you I would write a whole book about this, I love that you think just like that, we can be people for once, and run around the world and make it ours, "What do you do for a living?"

"Music producer" You smiled at me, "And I have the gift of guessing people's favorite artists,"

"Really? What are mine's?" I have the chance to look at you confidently, I see you like that, I can see how fast your heart is going, how you try to calm it with your breathing, your chest rising and falling fast, as I stare into your eyes intensely making little goosebumps crawl like spiders, I hope you know how much I like you.

"Nancy, Lana... and summat dark like Joy Division Unknown Pleasures" You clap and you're amazed at how exact I am, I can smell it on you.

"Exactly, I love them," You began to hum their songs, dancing on the street, I follow your lead, as you spin, "I was listening to it a few moments ago" You turn dark again, I'm not going to let you, I immediately regret ever saying that, I don't know what that bloody song did to you, but you were listening to it before you attempted to get crashed.

"I'm glad I was there" Sweeten up, tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you.

"Yeah... me too, I wasn't thinking straight..." You clean your throat, you cross your arms, and furrow you're eyebrows, it makes you angry to say it, makes you sad, makes you frustrated, and even so since you watch me patiently waiting for you to tell me what happened to you, I didn't have to say it, you already knew "I don't think you would like to hear about my problems Alex, they're meaningless"

"Nothin' is meaningless just like us meeting tonight perhaps..." Shite, I take it back, I can see your face looking at me weirdly, but you smiled, you're fascinated? Did you like that?

"You're right," You warm up to me, I can see it in your body, I can see it in your face, I've given you no reason to not trust me, I'm harmless, I told you you can trust me, "But I want a ciggy, if you don't mind" You lean against a brick wall, your leg supporting your weight, I'm in love with your smooth and shiny legs, what's your secret?

"Mind if I steal one?" You say no with your head, you check your box again, and you curse in your head. The box has only one cigarette left.

"Sharing it is" You light your cigarette with your pink lighter, I can see some cute puppy stickers on it, you inhale the thick white smoke and exhale it, your whole body relaxing, feeling lighter, you feel calm, and you hand it to me, holding it between your index and your middle, you have a vintage silver rose ring in your middle, cracked red nail polish, and the cigarette butt was stained with your gorgeous red lipstick, I take it in between my lips, your lipstick tastes sweet like marshmallows, I savor it, Jesus, I hope I can taste your pretty lips soon.

"Talk to me," You sigh, and your mouth articulates each phrase, your voice tired and sad, I hear every detail of your story with care, a girl that can't control her alcohol, one that just wants to have fun, one that makes stupid mistakes but learns, I see beauty not only out but inside you, in your mistakes, in your intentions, in your life, you only got one, and you've made noble mistakes, I can see you're a whole woman, a hot and determined woman, but you have no road clear enough, no road to pick, you're chasing something you don't even know what it is.

"So now, I'm just trying to see what happens, I'm getting my degree soon, and then I'll keep working, maybe I'll start something on my own" Maybe if you don't love your work, at least you can come home back to me, I'll cook dinner, I'll wash your clothes, I'll set the table, I'll prep you a warm bath, I'll shower you, you won't move a single finger when you come home to me, "How's working as a music producer?"

"Oh, well, it's great... sometimes we have our differences but most of the time I just do what people tell me to do, in secret I make their music better, sometimes they don't notice and they just brag about how amazing was their idea" Your cigarette burns away into my fingers, I set it off into the wall and discreetly put it inside my pocket, you change the direction, we're going back, you're shamelessly eying me up and down, I swear if you don't stop...

"What are your favorite bands?" You're changing the subject, I don't like that, I don't like that you don't want to talk about what you've told me, but I keep you interested.

"Well... an old-time favorite is The Strokes" I answer firmly, you take out from your purse your earphones, plug them into your phone, and press play on the music as we walk together sharing your music, 'Call It Fate Call It Karma' on full volume.

"Might be basic for you, but I don't see a better song for this moment" You turn to face me, and we stop in the dark corner of the sidewalk, your eyes greedy and precious, that bloody spark in your dark eyes excites me, it's all in your eyes, I can see it clearly, I can see what you want from me, you blink slowly and wait for me to make the next move, and I don't doubt for a second, I close the space between us, and very gently press the palm of my hand to your warm cheek, it's warm and pink, staring into your eyes like stars in the black sky, kissing your lips, sweet as burned marshmallows in a bonfire night, you kiss me so softly at first, but you make that animal inside me come alive, I'm a man, I'm an animal, and I kiss your tender lips hungrily, I didn't expect for you to answer back with the same hunger, you feed me with your kiss, and your breath tastes like ecstasy, I'm a junkie, sweet sweet nicotine, I'm a chain smoker, "Take me home, Alex..."

"I'll take you anywhere you tell me, sweetheart" You grab my hand, fingers intertwined, and I feel 15 again, my palms are sweaty, my sweat is cold, and I feel so warm in my clothes, I can't wait to take them off, the anticipation getting the best of me, you make my dreams come true, and I'm so happy the world had chosen you to fall into my arms. I'm your protector, a guardian angel.

On the way home, we sneak to share some angsty kisses three or more times, you're getting me worked up, letting me touch you, grasping your hips, biting my lip, kissing my cheek, moaning my name into my lips, you're making my head spin. We walk up the stairs together, opening the door to your shelter, you have a lovely house, so clean that some things are allowed to be misplaced, it's big because you don't like having so many things out, your bed is on the other side of the wall were you living area is, the vague familiarity of it makes me feel like I'm imagining it all.

"This my girl cave, my crib" You joke, I take pictures of it in my head from bottom to top, every single inch, every place I imagine us being in, watching tele, cooking together, making a mess of the kitchen of course, dancing, fucking, scratching your wooden countertop, "What do you think?"

"It's-" We both get freaked out by the knocks at your door, some dickhead calling out your name, begging you to open the door, you roll your eyes, you know exactly who he is.

You swing open the door, cross your arms, and stand your ground, marking that he's not welcome here, you're strong, you're determined, go you! Show some teeth, "I don't wanna hear another one of your crazy fucking stories, tell them to your mother, Cameron" You were about to shut the door in his face but he stops it with his foot, that must've hurt Cameron, that's your ex isn't he? The one who made you cry, "Leave" You spit.

"I won't, you can't possibly ask for something like that... you and I know there's no one better than me, no better match than us" You stay silent, why are you thinking? why are you second-guessing? He takes a step forward, he's getting closer, you're face is a frown, you don't want him to touch you even though he keeps trying.

"I don't want you here, you must leave now Cameron, I want you out" He turns into hysteric laughter, he thinks you're crazy, he thinks you've lost your mind, well big shot, you're not it, Cameron only wants to hurt you with his words, he wants to make the most damage, he gets off at this, making you his only real standard, but Cameron will never treat you like you must be treated.

"Don't talk me to like that" I take his aggressiveness as a sign to take a step in, who the fuck does this wanker think he is to talk to you like that? You see that's a real scumbag, and I'll be his worst nightmare.

"Like what?" I come up from the back, cocky, sounding like a total prick, and I can see that you love it, when I sound like this, dominant, confident, "She's telling you to go, I'm telling you to fuck off. Now" I slam my voice at him, there are scary people in this world, there are men like Cameron, he has an intense gaze, but he wouldn't ever pick up a fight for anyone, yes... not even you, he's too vain, a narcissist, he is all bark but no bite, and then there are the men who would move mountains for their loved ones, he steps away, and I shut the door close, I can feel you shivering beneath my skin.

You stare at me, and I drag you in closer, that's what you like... you liked to be treated rough, you like being needed, I push your hips against mine, I can see it in your face, you've felt it, you've felt how hard my cock is, and it's hurting so fucking bad now, I can't wait for another second, I can't wait to take you to bed, you jump on me, wrapping your gorgeous soft legs on me, I decide to leave the first reminder of me on your kitchen table, laying your body on top of the cold wooden countertop for the first reminder of me and the things I'm about to do to you, my knuckles pull down your panties, ripping them off from your skin, your pussy glistening, bathed in your wetness, I can smell your flesh from the distance, like a predator and their victim, I'm a lion, "I'm gonna fuckin' tear you apart"

"Fuuuckin' please" You moan so loudly I bet it could be heard from across the street, and your voice shivers, I've barely even touched you yet, and you're already so wet for me, what are you thinking about? what's in your mind? I wish I could crack your skull open.

I lower myself in between your legs, I've been so busy admiring your body, the scent of the almond oil you rub on your smooth legs, I bet that you shaved them today, and I wonder what else have you shaved, your dress rides to your hips as you contortion under my touch, Jesus, you're desperate for it, but no, I want to enjoy you.

"Calm the fuck down, lay still and close your eyes" I order, and you stiffen up, staying quiet, and still, "Atta girl", I can finally see what's in between your gorgeous long legs, a pink and small pussy, Jesus, I bet you're so fucking tight by the looks of it, my ring and middle finger begin their assault, pressing down vertically against your clit, you hum and your hips writhe against me fingers, slowly, pushing them, you like that, rubbing yourself against them, and when I see you through the glass I lose my mind, I see how me fingers get coated and damped in your wetness, and I love watching you get so worked up by that, I can feel me cock just getting harder by the second, it's hurting and it's a pulsing pain, but I bare with it just for you, because now I'm going to show you how exactly you're supposed to get fucked.

I spread open your pussy, pink and warm, swollen clit I pinch in between me fingers, and you hiss but you only get wetter, if I pinched for a little longer you were sure coming all over the table. I open me mouth to taste your warm and savory juices, I suck and kiss your clit, picking up with my tongue your wetness, you're going to cum so good, I can feel it building up, you're in for a ride, and you've just begun to climb up the roller coaster.

"Oh... that's soo good" You gasp and sigh, I let my two fingers twist inside your pussy, me knuckles rimming your walls slowly, the bumpy and hard skin of my fingers make you gently fuck yourself into them, while I watch you with my tongue lapping over your clit teasingly, just those gentle touches make your legs shake, and your walls to contract, you're wonderful, you behave well, your hands slowly crawling into me hair, pulling it gently, your little whimpers get me worked up and I have to put in the biggest effort to not palm meself, I want you to feel every inch of me.

"You feel so lovely, babe doll" This feels so right, you bite on my lower lip, pulling my flesh until it bleeds. You're a sucker for my accent, you really are, you enjoy hearing me voice, doesn't it relax you? Doesn't it turn you on? I want to know what it is... I want to feel what it is, your legs keep shaking and your body keeps getting stiffer, your lower abdomen making pressure, and your walls are closing around me fingers, I shake them inside you, your mouth falls open, my lips sucking your clit harder and your body arches until I feel your cunt losing up, feeling your release leaking out of that tiny little hole, I'm eager to taste it, I eat your pussy eagerly, you know I'm hungry for it, my mouth eating your pussy like a soft and warm bun, and you taste just as sweet, just as good as I imagined, I won't let you rest, I will keep you on the limit. I drag you forward, making you kiss me lips, "Do you taste that? Taste how sweet you are... taste how good I ate you"

"And you're gonna fuck me just as good?" Your hand sneaks in between me legs, you love how hard my dick is for you, it makes you feel so thrilled, makes you feel good about yourself, and it makes you feel hot.

"You'll just have to wait a little bit longer, I'm not done with you" I'm certain about something, you're a kinky little shit, and I know you want something like this, I bend you over the kitchen table, and you're just ready for it, arching your back, spreading your legs, you're not putting a fight, my hand kneads your ass like dough, and spanks it hard over and over again, "You precious little thing, are you going to do everything I tell you to do?"

"No" You state firmly, earning another smack in your ass.

"Tell me summat..." I push my hips against your dripping wet cunt, that's oozing for another smack, "How much do you want it?" You sigh, rubbing your ass against my cock, you're killing me, you better stop now, the friction, the warmth, your goddamn smell, "Answer me you fuckin' cunt" You giggle, you do love it.

"I want you so bad" You whisper, no, I don't like that.

"Not enough" The smacks you earn are getting harder to bear, but you enjoy them, and so do I, you masochistic little shit.

"I need you inside me, Alex... I can't wait any longer" You rock your hips against mine, humping your naked pussy against my bulge, "Please..." You whimper so sweetly, I can't handle it any longer, I take off your dress, and you're wearing nothing but your tall black heels, looking like a fuckin' hooker, but I bet that's what you like.

"You want it you fucking slut?" You keep whimpering and rubbing yourself on me jeans, I bet that you've stained them already, "Come here" I turn you around and kiss you deeply, I can feel your hands unbuttoning my shirt as fast as you can, even in the heat of the moment you don't break my shirt but I couldn't care less, I take your hands and make fists ripping it apart and throwing it away, you're even faster to take out my jeans and leaving me on my boxers, that's the one good thing about me, I can see how your eyes lit up as you see how hard me fat cock is for you, you bite your lower lip and I pull you back up from your knees.

Time for reminder number two, the settee, I pull you up, and you sit in my arm until I put you back to the ground gently, I have to let you know that I was here, I need you to know how good I am, no other man could please you like that, I pull your leg up while you hold yourself up with the other, your pussy is so fucking wet my cock slides inside you so easily, I can feel the electric shocks that run all over your body, "Hard, please" You whine, I'm going to show you what hard actually is.

My hips thrust inside you so roughly the settee moves out of place, your nails dig into the cushions as I keep railing your tight hole harder, and you scream like bloody murder, I hope your neighbors don't call the police, I hope they can see how hard you're getting your cunt fucked, I want everyone that walks by to hear you, "You wanted hard babe!" You moan and scream, and keep getting your pussy pounded like meat being beaten up to get it tender. I dig your head into the pillows.

"Don't... d-don't-" Don't what?

"I can't understand you, babe, can you repeat that for me?" You pant trying to catch your breath, and your legs are numbing up, and I can see they've lost some strength, "Do you want me to stop, because I can" As I saw you didn't make a move, I began to pull out but you stopped, digging your nails into my wrist.

"Don't stop for fucks sake" Now for the next one, I stay buried inside you like that, you keep trying to fuck yourself into me cock but I just won't allow it, I pick you up once more, and your legs around my torso, and you press your warm chest against mine, I lean back against the giant bookshelf next to your bedroom door, you hold on into the shelves for leverage while I drive my cock inside you, your pussy feels so tight I wish I could let this last forever, I'll make that pussy mine.

"You want more, babe?" You hum and gasp, yes of course you do, you're loving every single inch of me cock, "God you look so beautiful with your mouth opened like that," I lick your bottom lip, "And that little cunt of yours is so wet for me, you're just making things harder for me..." I pushed meself too hard inside you, the shelf shook, and something hard dropped to the ground but you ignored it, you've lost yourself in my touch, and I feel embarrassed for dropping something. Your inner animal wakes up as I throw you into your bed.

I crawl on top of you but you gather up your strength to flip me over, I didn't expect that, you've taken the lead and I want to see you lose control, you writhe your hips into mine, your eyes facing the roof, and your mouth wide open, your hair falling into your head, you looked possessed, but you had lost the power to think about what you were doing, "For fucks sake" If you keep moving like that, you're going to make this end sooner, and I've already planned everything out, I try to sit up but you hold me down, chocking me so hard that it's almost impossible to breathe for me, but I love that feeling, my head feels light, my vision is blurry, but I'm not going to give in to you, I already have, you have got to give into me.

I flip you over so harshly, your head almost slammed against your headboard, "Listen to me you fuckin' cunt" My harsh tone makes your core shake, "You ain't the one on command, now... I don't wanna repeat meself" It's arousing you, I can feel it in between your legs, you're shamelessly getting wetter, "Don't make me repeat meself again" You love to play with me, I see that naughty little smile curling into your lips.

"You already did" You like to pull on my hair, don't you? And you will pay for that.

"Don't fuck with me" Your eyebrows push together and your little smirk makes me go mad.

"You know I love to" Love? You "love to"? Does this mean that you might love me? Even just a tiny bit?

"You do, huh?" I begin to rock my hips against yours, slowly, passionately, like a slow and steaming dance, I see your fingers grasping the sheets making hard fists, "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into" And I'm not lying, you really don't.

"Show me Alex" You whisper to me those three words so sexily, charmingly, I've already lost my mind.

"I'll show you how a real man fucks you, babe," Your oozing with the thrill, "I'll show you how to behave... you little fuckin' cunt" Your mouth opens to moan and I take advantage of it to spit inside your mouth, both my hands chocking you, "You're mine... all mine"

"I'd love to" You whimper, "Make me yours please... please just do, I want you Alex" You keep asking me that with your little weak voice, your body that speaks to me, I can read it so easily, it tells me that I'm doing exactly what you want me to do, it shivers, and it quivers, and it sweats, it screams, it tightens, it stiffens, in your eyes I can feel your fast heartbeat in my fingers, and it goes just as fast as mine, my body against yours sounds like I'm butchering you, your neighbors must think I'm holding a knife against your throat, but it does go as deep, it does penetrate and it hurts you in the most magnificently and pleasingly way, your eyes red shot, and your voice gets quieter, shit, I'm losing you, I am.

"Wake up, wake up!" I scream to you, my hand patting your cheek lightly, your pulse is barely detectable, I slap you across your face and you gain back consciousness in the blink of an eye, I didn't want to do it, I would never do that, but when your lips curl into your devilish smile, I know see how you really are.

"Do that again Al" You tease me, I love it when you call me like that, no one ever really does that anymore, is that my new nickname? Al? You're going to remember me forever babe, I hope you do, and tomorrow when you wake up, I'm still going to be there, I'll make your breakfast, and I'll do anything you ask me to do, even dishes, you won't pick them up.

"You're mad, woman" You giggle, and you try to pick yourself up, I can't let you, I did knock you over completely, my hand very gently caresses your cheeks, it's red and fragile, it must burn or at least sting, "Let me do the kissing for now, babe"

"And the fucking too perhaps?" You smile at me, your cute little button nose is flushed, your cheeks and chest are red, your nipples are hard, it turned you on to this point, you're dark, what else are you not telling me? "I'm crazy about you" Those words will echo in my head for the rest of my days.

I take no rush into fucking you, I'm not just a guy you'll sleep with, I'm your man, and I wanted to make sweet sweet love to you, but you won't let me, you like it rough, hard, fast, I don't want this moment to be over, at least not for me yet, you can cum as many times as you like, and like the real man I am, I am profoundly true to the saying 'Happy wife, happy life'

I hug you close to me, that's the least I can do, if I'm going to lose control, let my heart tell yours how much I love you, even if you dump me like a puppy, I'll stay loyal, I'll follow your scent everywhere, I will forever remember the scent of your vanilla hair, your Dior perfume, and the golden necklace around your neck, I counted 15 moles on your body, even the one in between your legs, my hands grab your hair into fists as I pound you harder and harder, you're losing your mind and I'm losing control again, your bed squeaks so loudly and the headboards slams against the wall so harshly, but I don't stop I can't stop now, I can feel you, I can feel it coming, you bring yourself to an end again, the palm of my hand slowly adds pressure on your lower belly, to ease you up, the bed keeps squeaking so annoyingly, and even after we ignored the several warnings, the legs of your bed broke and your headboard fell to the ground, we both break into laughter.

"Oh God!" Your little laughter is so bubbly and funny, it makes me smile and feel so ashamed at the same time.

"I'm so sorry, I'll pay for that" You rub the tip of your little nose against mine, and look at me tenderly, your fingers caressing the back of my head, if only you could see the hearts in my eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous... you know, I've never broken a bed before... you're not going to be easy to forget batman, I hope you don't disappear into the night soon" I'll get you off first, but there's one thing you should be certain of.

"I never intended to" Was that too much? Sorry if that was too much, maybe it was... maybe it wasn't, I'm having a hard time reading your face right now, you're looking at me very seriously, I don't want to get my hopes up, but you're killing me, I should focus now, finish the deed, "But I'm still sorry about your bed though"

"Shut the fuck up, and keep fucking me" Whatever she wants, whatever she wants... You're already the song on the radio I got stuck in me head.

I pull us closer to the safest edge of your bed, toss your legs over me shoulders, and bend them over, I lean over and pound the living shit out of you, I was balls deep inside you, and you like it, so much that you dig your nails into my back, scratching my skin until red and bloody, I don't care how much it hurts, leave as many marks as you want, the deeper the better, my hair falls over my forehead and you make the kindest gesture, your brush it back with your long nails, even if by now I'm sweating like a pig you keep bringing me closer to you, I can feel the light tingles of you breathing in me face, of you biting down on my golden chain making laugh, making me go insane, I keep pushing harder, and you throw your head back, almost letting go of me, but I won't let you, I'll send you to heaven if you want, but don't leave without me.

"Oh, Alex... I'm so close, please..." Your eyeballs turn into beautiful glossy pearls, and you crumble down into pieces as you coat my cock in your warm release, I can feel your walls pushing it out and running down your cozy hole, I stay buried inside you, watching your mouth fall open and choke out your last orgasms, they spin in my head like a tiny little music box, "You're next, Alex... you can't end things like that... you know how much I want it, you already did so much for me" Wait, what are you doing?

Your hands run up my chest, and you massage my shoulders, "You really want me to breed you, you greedy little fuck?" Your hands go down and you massage my balls, Jesus, you really do, I bet you're not even aware of what you're doing to me... or are you?

"Yes Alex, use it... use me" You know exactly what you're doing, I drag my cock out just rimming your walls once again, I better start warming you up, but you don't want that now, you're thinking about me, about what I want, you deserve a little star on your forehead for being so caring, a man and its needs, it's nothing compared to your needs, and I bet you needed someone to get you off correctly.

"You're mine... I want you to say it" I promised to you since the beginning, I won't stop until you're mine, "Are you mine?" I look at you with my big eyes full of hope for you to say it, please tell me now.

"I'm yours Alex" My lips taste your mouth, your tongue dancing with mine. You're made of the sweetest poison

God, I remember that time I was watching through your window, that night you were laying down on your settee, your hand was vigorously and shamelessly rubbing your clit in circles, fucking your little cunt with two fingers, rocking yourself into your touch with the desperate need to rub yourself against something hard, just like you were rubbing yourself against me hard cock. You keep squeezing my balls, your hands sneak into my ass squeezing it gently to keep me going, you love having me right at the edge of ending it all, I can't keep it up for another moment anymore, you're big stary eyes, your little sparkles, your touches, the smell, the noises, you're begging for me cum, I slam my fist next to your head, dragging your body up as I push myself deep inside you and coat your walls in me creamy cum, you're pure bliss as I feel us both coming together, a gorgeous after bliss surrounding us, you have this certain smell, a certain heat, and you're just so beautiful with your cheeks flushed like that.

"Let me clean you up, it's me mess, just lay down" You nod your head, laying gently on your broken bed to not let it crash completely into the ground, you point your finger telling me where the toilet is, and I rush there to grab a few paper towels and clean your skin softly, soothingly, I can feel you relaxing, I can smell my body in yours, the smell of my cologne, your almond oil, and your pheromones. And when I'm done you grab my hand and I can see you thanking me for even that tiny gesture, that's nothing you should be thanking me for, that's the least.

"Now the question is... where are we going to sleep?" We? You want me to sleep here, with you? You're not quicking me out, or at least not yet, this is my chance and I would be lying if I didn't say I was the luckiest man alive.

"Maybe the settee would be a nice place" Your gorgeous olive green settee, corduroy, soft, and marked, I can see you smiling at the space in between your two cushions, I see your giant ivory bookshelf, another mark. I lean forward to pick up what I had dropped when we assaulted the shelf, but it wasn't one of the thousands of vinyl records you've got organized by letter, it's a case... a guitar case. I didn't know that about you. Tonight made me realize that you're a hat full of surprises, the deeper I search the more I find.

"Want some food?... I've got some nuggets and fries... and-" You close your fridge and turn to look at me, "Oh, you know how to play?" I nod my head, trying to stay as noble and humble, you smack your hand into your forehead, "Of course, you do," You sigh and I can hear you whispering to yourself, "Stupid question"

"And do you?" You hum as a yes, interesting, I bet you do, but why do you hide your guitar like that? As if it was buried in this beautiful world with music, colors, words, and meanings.

"I did..." You turn on your air frier and toss some nuggets and fries in there, I'm so happy that you're not like one of those crazy keto girls, you pour us some fresh orange juice as you keep talking to me, "But you know, my mom always told me 'that's just a hobby', and when I moved here I hoped to find some people that wanted to share this fire to try to make some music... but I never managed to, and then I just gave up"

"That's a bit sad, love... you shouldn't have" You lean over the kitchen countertop, amazing reminder, I see you smiling over the edge of your shoulder, but you turn to look at me as you pick up some of our clothes, and then you run into my shirt and you decided to wear it as your sex shirt, you look beautiful, "I mean, being a music producer and making it was hard, but it was even harder to follow something I'm not passionate about" That's what's wrong, you didn't follow your passion, that's what you're missing, "Have you got any songs?" Your face lights up but it quickly slips away, and the redness crawls into your face, What? I'm trying to help you, I want you to be happy with me and with your life.

"I can't accept that" You quickly answered, your head said no but I know you want this, it's served on a silver platter, why can't you let your reserved self accept this?

"Accept what? I haven't said anything, I just asked if you could sing for me... I know you have a lovely voice" You laugh sarcastically at me, leaning over to fetch your guitar, and searching for a notebook on your vinyl shelf.

You sit next to me, legs crossed, guitar on your lap, naked with just my shirt on, your knees holding your notebook as you search for the perfect page for me, you make sure that your guitar is tuned before you start and your thumb softly strums down the notes, making a lovely rhythm, and only two chords, C and Em, your voice sounds like a million angels, and I feel like a lost man after serving the purgatory, your voice is so hauntingly beautiful, your lyrics are very forward, and I'm happy to know through your lyrics how truly you feel about things, you don't search for big words you choose the right ones, you're bold, and you're wise, you try to put an end to your complicated feelings, your questions, everything, all in one song with a few strums and two simple chords.

"That's all," You say putting your guitar next to you, I'm blown away, "I know I suck"

"No!" I answer immediately, "You don't... I think it's beautiful"

"You're just saying that because..." No, I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you, no not at all, don't you ever believe that.

"I'm saying that because I think you've got it, and you don't want to quit everything to live your dream, I know it must be difficult... but I'm being truthful, you've got summat and we can work on it" Why do you keep saying no with your head? Stop that, if I could rip it off right now... no, don't think that, "Come on, I'm not takin' a piss" You break into laughter with me, throwing your head back, you jump up the moment your oven dings and you run to flip the nuggets and the fries, putting 10 more minutes into the oven.

"Takin' a piss" You laugh to yourself, "Well, if you're not takin' a piss" You imitate my accent and it sounds so silly when you try to do it, "I'm not accepting your help Alex, you have your own thing, and if I'm going to do this, I have to do it on my own," Perfect, I'll take that.

"Why don't you go to Panda's next Saturday? They're looking for some people to play some music, any style, any theme, you can do whatever you want... I'm sure everyone will love you, and you know, there's always someone on the hunt for summat fresh!" I see you thinking about it, I'm not saying I'll help you, I'm just offering the start of something great for you, this is it for you. And yes, I am going to get you the best deal you could ever imagine, but first I have to run things through your notebook, I secretly hide your baby pink notebook, your initials written with a black sharpie, and I stash it in between the cushions.

"I'll think about it" I'll think about it. I hope you do go, I can't wait to see you singing for everyone, you will charm them, "Dinner is served me lord" You're also a dork, just like me, imagine all of the jokes we can make together, they'll be endless.

"My! Thank you, very kind" Dinousor nuggets with a side of fries, the melancholic feeling of your childhood must be present every single day, you squeeze some Ketchup into my plate, squirting into my chest.

"Whoops! Let me clean that for you" You lean in, sticking out your tongue to lick off the ketchup from my chest, "Eat up!" I'm in love with you, "And then we'll get on with that" You look down, and I do the same, shite, look what you do to me, you make me get so hard like a little boy hitting puberty.

"Bugger" I whisper under my breath, you heard it since you giggled, "You know, I think the food can wait right?" You push your plate away and you immediately crawl on top of me, kissing my lips so tenderly, caressing my chin with your fingers, and enjoying the texture of the little hairs that are growing on me cheeks.

"Mmm ketchup" You laugh into the kiss, and our teeth collide accidentally, and us by casualty, "You taste yummy"

"Imagine yourself" You blush hard, something tells me no one has ever made you feel that good about yourself, and that's because no one will see you with the same eyes as me, you're my girl, you will be, I try to flip you but instead you stop me, have I done something wrong?

"We're not going to break this couch, I love this fucking couch, you understand that?" You firmly said, your eyes threatening to kill me if I do as such, "I'm on top" I squeeze your ass tightly biting my bottom lip.

"Whatever she wants... but if I broke the bed it's 90% your fault," You scoffed and laughed as I peeled my shirt from your body gently, making sure I don't break more buttons so you could keep it, "Because you feel so good, and maybe you could be on top, but I know sooner or later... you'll be the one giving into me" Quite intense, wasn't I? Fuck!

"But for now, it's me who calls the shots, so if we break this... it will be 98% your fault, how do you like me now, smarty?" You secure your arms around my shoulder, I pull you in, chest on chest, as I give myself a few more strokes before you slowly slide down my cock, moaning so gently, I like feeling every part of you, I can see how your body twists and shivers when I hit that sweet spot.

"How do you like that?" I rub it in your face, how good I'm making you feel, "I guess one round just wasn't quite enough for you," You start humping on my cock slowly, you're just teasing me again, but I enjoy feeling your body move against mine, your little cries and moans, everything piles up in me, I know this time I'll enjoy you, picture you going in slow motion, I can feel your rapid heartbeat, I can feel the heat wave that raises and wrap us in, I can feel your body begging to mine to stay as close as possible, because that's what your body and my body want, we smile, we laugh, and I fall deeper in a hole full of love for you, and I'm no donkey to use the dirt to get out, I rather stay buried deep inside you just like now. Your body is tired, it's been two hours since your legs worked for the last time, and you beg for more into my ear.

"You're so good, I-I don't understand" What don't you understand, babe? Your fingers intertwine in the back of my head, as you writhe your hips to mine, our bodies dancing together so wonderfully, your hips move in circles against mine.

"Neither of those assholes could ever come close to me, I'm a real man..."

"And you've got the size" You flirt with me so shamelessly, your walls keep dragging me in, your head falls into my shoulder, you're giving into me, fading into me, and it's me time now, I finally get to give you what I wanted since the beginning, make sweet and honest love to you, my hands on your thighs I keep driving your body against mine, I gently bounce you on me lap just to get you to stay up again, you're eyes are shutting, your mouth is falling open again.

"Look at me" I order, and you do what I tell you to do, you look at me towards your end, I hope you can read it in my eyes, I hope you can feel how warm the flesh is, how my eyes, my brain, and heart have no space for anyone else but you, how mad you've made me, I'm obsessed, and I'm not going to lie to myself about it anymore, I don't want to just use you, I hope you can see that, but if you can't, I hope this is enough for you to understand it, my eyes big and dilated for you, my body feels so stiff, it's overwhelming, "You're so beautiful, love"

"If you keep calling me that, you're gonna make me fall in love, Alex"

So I'll say it every single day for the rest of my life, you feel so good on me, your body fits into mine so perfectly, and I'm so close, and so are you, the flesh is tender, the flowers bloom, the sun rises and it's heat rains all over the world, and you and I bond together for one last time before your body crashes into mine, I make a mess, but that's a bit on purpose, "Ah, yes" You sigh into my ear as you let it rest on top of mine. I have the chance to clean your body once more, to clean you up with care and love, my touch is so gentle your body fills with goosebumps, "You really don't have to Alex" You put your hand on my hand, and I freeze, should I stop? Am I making you uncomfortable?

"Sorry... if I'm doing too much" Your eyebrows push together and before I can get away you drag me back by my wrist and smile at me. What do you think of me?

"No, I'm just..." You sigh, you're troubled by your thoughts, "Not used to the 'aftercare' part that's all, you know, sex for us girls... it's not like we see it in films, or read in books, maybe I don't have that magic to turn a beast into a prince, and... I just I dunno, I don't feel weird... you make me feel special, normally, they just leave" Are you... maybe falling for me?

I smile at you, my thumb grazes your cheek softly, "I'm a man, and I'm messy but I just don't like doing that there's an attraction, and if we have sex, unless you ask me to leave I'll leave" I put away the paper towels in the trash, and when I come back I find you waiting for me with my shirt on your body.

"Well, if that's the case" My heart pumps one thousand miles per hour, I feel I'm entering a trance, about to puke my intestines out if you ask me to leave, "You don't mind staying?"

Fuck yeah! "Not at all" I try to keep me cool but I just can't, my heart betraying as I lay down with you.

After we finally had the chance to close our eyes, the sun peeks through the curtains of your windows, the sky painted orange and ocean blue, you smile at me, and you get back up from our little love nest that was the settee, you're quick to find the vinyl with the song we were listening together, the song we kissed to, the perfect song to watch the sunrise.

"Come with me!" I've never heard you so excited before, you run to the kitchen and fetch my boxers from the ground, and I'm a bit troubled by the thought of me wearing my jeans with no underwear but I do nevertheless because I would kill to see you like that every single day.

I cover my body with my coat, and you grab my hand, we run out of your house, and we go through this tiny little white gate, into a garden covered in green chasmophyte, that's the place where the flowers bloom in little boxes of dirt, the perfect place to see the sun, the perfect place to hide, to dream in, it's wonderful, you pull out a chair for me in this old rusty table, you find place to put your music and we listen to Call It Fate Call It Karma as the sun rises from the horizon, I pull you to my lap, wrapping your legs around my arms and hum the song to your ear, the birds are chirping, and the sun warms us from the once oh so cold night.

"You're a lovely singer," You say to my ear, I was never one to watch sunrises, I haven't done that since I was 17, and now with my busy life, I finally get to taste this little piece of paradise that you've given me.

"Not as good as you, bunny" You kiss my nose with a big smile, and I take out from my jeans a box of cigarettes and my old zippo, you set on my smoke, and you love to play with my zippo as your hands run through my naked skin, you love playing with fire, don't you? I just hope someday, you don't get burned in the fire of my love.

A/N

Anon, I want to kiss you. You don't know for how long I've been trying to figure out how to write this chapter, I had to watch You again but it was totally worth it, so thank you!

[qqueenofhades]

Is it normal that I’m legitimately so scared of saying pretty morally tame things like “I don’t want to talk about genocide because it makes me severely uncomfortable” or in general expressing my political opinion.

Like i’m not even kidding when I say that all my drafts are just my possibly offensive (probably not) political takes i’m just so scared of everyone leaving me it’s not even funny.

Anyway i also think that if you talk about Palestine but not Ukraine you are a victim of Russian Propaganda™️

I’m sorry I don’t know why i did this have a nice day ok baiiiiiii

Here's the thing. You and every other average social media user should not have to masquerade as a sudden in-depth expert on every single social, political, humanitarian, etc. crisis that we are dealing with in this wretchedly miserable excuse for a timeline. It should not be a baseline expectation on you that when you log onto your little social media in your little average life, you have to come up with The Correct Opinions on everything and if you don't, you're "perpetrating oppression" by not vigorously spreading misinformation, instead of simply admitting that you don't know what to do, you as an average citizen are not in a position of making this change and therefore don't actually have to spend every waking minute obsessing about it, and that maybe, just maybe, you'd like to spend more time informing yourself until and/or IF you decide you want to talk about it. This is the same as the Instagram Activists (TM) who traumatize themselves to the point of PTSD by constantly consuming torture and/or war porn and/or graphic content about murdered children because they "don't have the right to look away." Actually, you do. You are able to make choices to control your personal social media use and to set boundaries as to what you do and do not want to do and/or see, rather than insisting that the only moral choice is to literally mentally destroy yourself with all the weight of human suffering in the world and then expected to act as a de facto expert on all of it, on pain of being Cancelled. This is a stupid, irrational, unhealthy, and generally idiotic expectation. You should not have to take part in it. Nobody should.

Likewise, I think that this is a large part of why people are so scared to voice any opinion that goes against the Prevailing Groupthink: they are afraid of losing friends, of having nasty bad-faith internet trolls say mean things about them, being accused of being a "bad person," or otherwise being guilt-tripped, shamed, and blamed for not centering their entire existence around something that they cannot actually do anything about. Once again, people think the only way you can be Known to Oppose Something Problematic (tm) is if you post on social media about it all the time. Forget whatever you might be doing offline, in your real life, or otherwise; it "doesn't count" if you don't make a big virtuous display of your Rightthink, or you will be viciously harassed. Now, look, I am old and/or tired enough that I don't give a shit what stupid internet users say about me, but I can tell you that I sure did when I was younger, it was incredibly painful to be on the end of those kinds of attacks, and it's (again!) not something you should just have to expect as a baseline level of gaslighting and harassment. As I have said. This is Tumblr. It is a stupid blue website mostly for fandom and/or three in-jokes. This is not a platform where we are expected To Do Social Justice all the time, nor should it be. As for Elon Musk's Twitter: yeah. No.

Also: yes, if you do spend all your waking moments obsessing over Palestine, but say nothing whatsoever about Ukraine and/or openly support Russia, you are in fact very much a victim of Russian Propaganda and you 100% support genocide when it's done by an "anti-western" state that you support for that reason alone. You only care because you can use the cause to make yourself look morally superior, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with opposing genocide on a basic, universal, or fundamental level. The end.

(I hope you have a nice day too. The anger in this is not directed at you. I support everything you've said here and hope that you're able to set healthy boundaries and protect yourself.)

[musicalhell]

Checking in. I know you're planning on getting the fuck of out dodge, and I don't blame you. Unfortunately, I don't have that option. My mom keeps saying that we'll get through it. I don't quite believe it, but I get so mad at all the social media people shitting on Biden, Harris, Walz, and the Obamas for trying to reassure people that it'll be okay and not to give up. Like what do you want them to say, "You're all screwed, goodbye"? They're better people than that.

Thanks! I'm doing all right, or at least as well as can be considered under the circumstances, and hope you are as well.

I should clarify that this is not a snap decision; we have discussed the possibility of emigrating since at least 2020 and knew this election outcome would be our trigger moment. I'm well aware that I'm privileged for even being able to seriously consider this possibility, and there are a lot of people who have no option but to stay and fight it out here. And it's not that I think that fight is pointless or unwinnable--it's important, as is the hope necessary to motivate it. But for us, this begins and ends with one thing: our kids.

When my kids go to school, a voice in the back of my mind reminds me to hug them and tell them I love them, just in case someone takes a gun and opens fire on their class. My older son has already talked about studying abroad and finding a job in another country, because he doesn't want to be burdened with inescapable debt for wanting a higher education or treating an illness or accident he has no control over. My younger son would be angry if you told him that his Muslim best friend didn't have as much right to be in this country as he does. I want what every parent wants for their children--to have a good life, an even better life than mine if possible--and in the near future, that's not going to happen in the United States.

So I'm not giving up hope. I'm doing what every migrant and immigrant has done since human history began: I'm planting my hope in a new garden.

[justmeinadaze]

Ghost in the Machine Part 2 (Eddie X You)

A/N: It seems I need Daddy Eddie lately <3

Warnings: Daddy Rockstar Eddie and Fem Stripper Sub Reader, SMUT, degrading, dirty talk, FLUFF, ANGST, reader mentions that she doesn't talk with her parents, fears about releasing control, Eddie doesn't push her (He's a sweet boy), mentions of their jobs and the negatives. Nothing too dramatic in this one.

They do have a text conversation in the beginning and Eddie's is in red.

Word Count 4511

Part 1 Here

“Good morning, pretty girl. Or afternoon rather. I don’t know. All I know is I’m up.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to say I hope you have a good day and we should be finished by about 7. See you later!”

You smile at the messages Eddie had sent you wondering if you should reply. You didn’t want to seem too eager but you didn’t want him to think you didn’t care. 

Ugh! What is it about this man that is making me think shit like this?

Throwing your phone aside, you decide to not respond and go about your day like you normally would. The problem was you didn’t have anything to do. After taking a shower and making lunch you found yourself sitting on your couch zoning out as you scrolled through the tv. After a while you gave up, throwing the remote on the table, and grabbing your laptop. 

I shouldn’t look him up. We’re going to talk later and what’s online probably isn’t all true anyway. 

Sighing, you guiltily type his name in the search bar and browse what comes up. 

As to be expected, a lot of information about Corroded Coffin came up first. You skimmed through regular bio pieces about how they formed and how excited they were when their first single became popular. A few had videos attached that you played, watching how Eddie behaved. He was slightly reserved during each interview, trying not to sound nervous as he spoke. When you found some videos with fans, however, his whole demeanor changed. He became so much more animated and smiled wide as he talked to people especially little kids who had on Corroded Coffin t-shirts. 

There were a few tabloid reports about actresses he supposedly dated or slept with. One article had a blinding white light flash in his face as he tried to shoo away the people taking the photo. One of the articles had a video of him being thrown into a cop car, sticking out his tongue as they drove away. 

Is this who he really is?

You began feeling yourself get antsy forcing you to click away from articles like that and scroll through his social media. It looks like the only thing he had was an Instagram he barely used however a lot of the pictures he did have made you smile. There was one fairly recently with him standing next to an older gentleman who was wearing a shirt with their band name as they both stood backstage at what you assumed was one of their concerts. Eddie was holding up the rock & roll symbol as the other man was mid laugh. 

Your phone suddenly dinged as a message came through. 

“Hey sweetheart. We’re taking a little break here but we’re almost done so I should be there in about an hour or so. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, Eddie. No problem.”

Closing your device, you began to get ready for your visit from a famous rockstar. 

#####

Eddie smiled wide as you giggled at his story about the shoot. When he showed up, his hair was relatively styled and he was wearing some light make up they put on him. While you two ate the food he brought, he regaled you with stories of other photo shoots that had been way more chaotic as well as some stories from the road. 

He did make a mental note that you didn’t respond with stories of your own or even say anything really. You continued to grin as you sat there nodding your head and intently listening in as you hung on to his every word. 

“Well, sweetheart, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I’d love to know a bit more about you.”

“Oh, there isn’t much to tell.” 

His eyes scanned over you as you took a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze. “Why do I doubt that?”

“Good question because you shouldn’t.” The metalhead tilts his head to your remark, relishing your sassy tone. “Honestly, there isn’t much to me. I moved here, I strip. I’m broke so I signed up for the ‘side business’ and now I’m here.”

“Mhmm and before you moved here?”

“I lived somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“None of your fucking business.” 

This time Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he glared in your direction. Sass, he loved, but out right disrespect was something completely different.

“Look at me. I said look at me, little girl!” His voice raised as you turned away from him at his first request. “I can handle your attitude but you will treat me with respect and not fucking talk to me like that. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”, you sneer through clenched teeth. 

He weighs the options of forcing you to say it correctly. You weren’t technically his yet but you had let it flow so freely from your lips last night that he considered giving you a bit more of a taste of what a relationship with him would be like or at least the kind he preferred. 

“Good.”, Eddie exhales. “Y/N, I’m not trying to pry but I’m not one of your clients or whatever. I genuinely just want to learn more about you.” He notices you soften slightly so he jumps on the opportunity. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we play a game.”

“Game?”

“Yeah, a game. Think of it like twenty questions. I imagine you did some snooping today before I came over which I also assume has you wanting to ask some questions of your own. Ask me anything you want and I swear I’ll answer but in return I would like you to do the same.”

When your eyes find his chocolate ones again, you can’t help but smile at him. He seemed so sincere and you already told him you struggle with releasing control like that so you thought he would know how to guide you through while getting you to slowly open up. You finally nod and his grin grows.

“Ladies first.”

“Oh, I feel special.”, you smirk. “Ok, um, on your Instagram there’s a picture of you backstage with an older man. Is that your dad?”

Eddie blinks as he scoots a little closer to you. “Interesting. Before I answer, may I ask why out of all the questions, THAT is your first one?”

“You seemed different next to him, happier. It made me the most curious.”

“Fair enough. Wayne was very much like a dad but he’s my uncle. He raised me for a good chunk of my life.” He gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “Do you get along with your family?”

“Define ‘family’.”

“How about we stick with mom and dad for now?”

Swallowing, you push down the urge to tell him to fuck off. “My parents and I haven’t talked in a very long time.”

He nods before taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “Yeah, I know how you feel.”

Eddie’s eyes briefly flash that same glint of loneliness you noticed after he gave you his phone to put your number in. Your brain runs through multiple topics to ask, fearing that if you stay on your current one, he’ll want to dig more into your history or he’ll continue to be hurt by his own. 

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

“I’m scared.”

His eyes immediately locked with yours as he searched with concern. “Of me?”

“No. I told you last night I struggle with letting go of control. A lot of my history…my life…I’ve kept to myself and never really talked about it. I get the vibe that your kind of the same. I don’t want you to be hurt or force yourself to tell me things.”

Eddie turns his body a bit more to face you as he speaks. “Y/N, you’re right. I don’t go around talking about my history because it’s not something people need to know especially since 99% of the people that walk into my life walk right back out again. But…I don’t know, baby. Maybe I’m just really hoping you’ll stay.”

You pleasantly sighed at his last sentence and he smiled in your direction. 

“How about this? How about we talk shop. I tell you what I’m looking for in a relationship and vice versa.”

“Can we still do the questions? Because I have a few there.” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “You said you want to talk care of me. What exactly would that entail?”

“Everything, I guess. I want to talk with you about things like our days or anything really. I want you to feel comfortable being open with me not just emotionally and mentally but physically.  I want to kiss you till your lips are numb. I want to make you cum till you beg me to stop and then some. I really want to handcuff you to my mattress and fuck your tight little pussy till you can’t walk straight.”

Your eyes closed as you tried to control your breathing. 

“Was that too much?”

“No, no. I, um, so this wouldn’t be…intimate?”

Eddie blinked again as his head tilted. “Define intimate.”

“Are you going to get jealous about men at my job?”

“Are you when it comes to mine and other women?” You shake your head and he nods. “No I won’t get jealous but I want you to know that…you at least don’t have to do that ‘side business’ anymore. I can help you if you need money for anything.”

“Eddie, I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“How about you think about it this way? Instead of fucking multiple men, you’ll only be fucking me. I can give you however much you usually make in a night and then some.”

It’s your turn to nod as you push some hair back behind your ear.

“Is there anything you don’t like, Y/N? Something I should steer clear of.”

“Don’t…hurt me. I mean I like it rough but not too rough you know?”

“Gotcha. So no canes, flogs, or any of that other stuff?”, he playfully smiles. 

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“What?! Pretty girl like you in your field doesn’t know about that side of the BDSM spectrum?”, he asks in a lighthearted tone making you laugh. 

“What about you? Anything I should avoid?”

“A couple. One I’m a little steadfast on, the other has some wiggle room.” Eddie takes a sip from his drink before placing it on your coffee table. “I, um, I struggle with being touched. I spend so much time getting grabbed on day in and day out sometimes I just need a minute.”

“I understand that.” His eyes shift to you as he watches you speak. “I mean, obviously, as a stripper men think I’m free reign. When I have a bad day or something I just need people to go away. Can you let me know? Like whenever we see each other, if you don’t want to be touched just tell me and I can fuck off.”

Eddie laughs at your choice of words and it makes your smile widen. You liked his tooth filled laugh; it seemed genuine. 

“Of course. But I expect you to do the same.”, he scolds with joke filled eyes.

“Yes, sir.”, you giggle. “What was the other thing?”

“Disrespect. I can handle sass but disrespect…”

“Define disrespect.”

“The way you answered me before. ‘None of your fucking business’.”, he mimicked making you blush. “I don’t like that. Don’t talk down to me either.”

“Aw, poor rockstar. You don’t like being talked down to or put in your place?” You knew what you were doing and so did he. When he glanced your way again, you could see the fire. It wasn’t necessarily angry but more like he was amused. Now if this is what that looks like, you’d hate to see fury because his beautiful brown eyes were currently burning holes into your own. 

“I don’t know, whore. Do you?” Your mouth fell open at his response as he slung his arm over the back of your couch and scoot so close to you that his knee was touching yours. “I’m not like the other men you fuck, Y/N. I’m not going to throw a tantrum because you talk back or leave because you hurt my feelings. I have no problem playing your game and putting you in your place.”

“Said the man who struggles with ‘disrespect’.” You say the last word in a deep, sarcastic dad tone as you grin wickedly in his direction. The chuckle that leaves his lips, however, startles you as he looks away and runs his hand over his shirt, pretending to straighten it. 

“Oh, baby. I can’t wait for you realize sentences like that have consequences.” Eddie continues to look anywhere else that isn’t your face and it kills you. You desperately want his attention again. “You said nothing too rough but what about things like choking or hitting?”

“I don’t mind either. The, um, the way you choked me last night was okay.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“No. I’ve never done this before.”

“Ok, we can utilize the stop light system. If I ask you what color you’re at, green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. Just say red if you feel uncomfortable.”

“Alright, Eddie.”  You growl in frustration as his eyes remain downcast. “Eddie? Please… can you look at me?”

“Oh? Little girl wants my attention? After being a brat a moment ago, I don’t think you deserve it.”

Your instinct is to touch his chest and curl up on his lap, cooing in your high pitch voice you use on the job to get him to do what you want but after his confession about being touched you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Plus, you have a feeling your normal tactics won’t work on him here.  

Sliding onto the floor, you place yourself on your knees next to his leg.

“Please, Daddy.”

Eddie’s chest deflated as his eyes closed, trying to hide the pleasure hearing you say that gives him. When he opens them again, they meet your big doe ones as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“I really did just come over with the intention of talking to you.”

“I know. We can still just talk if you want to or maybe we can watch a movie…” As you glance towards the tv, he places two of his fingers under your chin, and turns your face back to look at him. 

“We’re not going to watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Oh, um, ok. Do you want to maybe see my bedroom?”

Eddie nods and as he rises to his feet, he extends his hand for you to take, helping you off the floor. 

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

He steps into your personal space and just like last night you can feel his cigarette smelling breath warming your lips as he hovers just above them. 

“Thank you…?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you whisper. 

“Good girl.”

When you don’t move his smile widens as he gestures down a hallway with his eyes and you laugh nervously before leading him to your room. 

“Aw, this is cute.”, he grins as he looks around taking everything in. 

“What did you expect, Mr. Munson? Some neon lights with a stripper pole in the middle.”

You watch him as he continues to explore, ignoring your sass as he scans through your music.

“Geez, I didn’t think people bought albums anymore.”

“I do. I like the way they sound.” Walking over to where he was standing, you run your fingers through you collection and pulled out one he definitely recognized. 

“Well shit. I didn’t know we sold any physical albums either.” Taking the Corroded Coffin album from your hand, he quickly gave it a once over before handing it back to you. “Seems like you don’t listen to it very much.”

You shrug as you place it back in with the others. “What album gets you in the mood for work?”, he asked.

“Huh?”

“You’re getting ready for the evening to go to a client’s house or to the club where you dance. You know it’s going to be a long night of hoots, hollers, and flirty touches with drunk assholes until 3am. What do you listen to, to get you mentally in that headspace?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I think it just depends on my mood.”

“Let me ask you this then. Did you listen to music when you got ready to come over last night? What did you put on?”, he asks when you nod. 

Lightly moving him to the side, you grab the album on top of another stack by the record player and set it up before carefully dropping the needle on the record.

“You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours as the man begins to sing and he can see the music already affecting you as you begin to lightly sway. 

“It’s a band called Two Feet. They’re rhythm and lyrics just…” Your voice trails off as he continues to watch you. He doesn’t move or say anything and his strong, powerful demeanor is making you wetter by the second. This time you move, pushing your body so close to his you can feel his heartbeat against your own chest. His chocolate eyes scan your face before landing on your lips. 

“I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning You're holding me down and Holding me down You're killing me slow So slow, oh no I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning.”

“Please, Daddy.”, you whisper, desperate to feel his mouth on yours. 

Eddie obliges tilting down to kiss you firmly as his fingers tangle in your hair to bring your face as close to his as possible. Walking you backwards towards your bed, he falls on top of you as his lips continue to dance with yours. 

“Y/N...I need to hear…hear you agree to…what I’m asking for.”, he pants out between each peck and heavy breath. 

“I—we can end it at any time?”

“Of course. Of course, sweetheart.”

“Ok. Ok, Eddie.”

He softly smiles as his fingers caress your cheek. “Can I see your body? Can you show it to me, please?”

“Please? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You treat me with respect and I’ll do the same.” 

Rolling to his side, he allows you space to remove your shirt and pull down your jeans with your panties.

“No bra? Naughty little girl.”, Eddie teases as runs his hands along your legs. “You really are beautiful, princess.” Guiding your leg over his waist, you licked your lips as you felt the tips of his fingers glide ever so gently up and down your inner thigh. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and you’re making a mess already.”, he chuckles with slight condescension that has you pouting.

“Oh, come on now, pretty girl. Don’t make that face. Is all of this for me?” When you only nod, his palm lightly but firmly slaps down against your folds making you yelp. “Properly, please. I want to hear you. I always want to hear you.”

“Y-yes, Daddy. It’s all for you.”

You both groan as he slides his fingers between your lips, the sound of your slick causing the bulge in his own jeans get tighter as it pressed against the denim.

“Fuck me, baby. Can Daddy taste you? Are you going let Daddy make you feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please. I need you to.”

After yanking his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor and slides his body between your legs, tenderly kissing parts of your skin along the way. When his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds, your eyes roll back as you loudly moan.

Eddie can’t help but laugh under his breath at the sound. 

“Do you like how my tongue feels, pretty girl?”

“S-so wide. Please don’t stop.”

He does as you ask and your whole body comes to life as he explores every part of your cunt; making mental notes at what makes your whimper the loudest. Coming off you, he gathers some of your arousal with his fingers and slowly pushes two of them into your entrance.

“Goddamn it, sweetheart. You are so fucking tight.” His mouth eagerly wrapped around your clit as he pumped his digits inside you. Eddie’s eyes remained on your face as he watched you squirm and play with your breasts. 

“Yes, Daddy! Pl-please! I’m gonna…”

“That’s it, baby. Let go and cum for Daddy.”

Practically screaming, your body shook as you came, your hips grinding against him. Eddie continued to lick you, smirking as he felt your body twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Kissing his way up to your lips, his smile grew wider as you beamed up at him with hooded eyes. 

“You did good, princess. You taste so good and your pussy is so tight. I’m going to ruin you when I fuck you.”

“You’re not going to fuck me now?”, you whine.

“No, Y/N. Not tonight.”

“Do I get to at least make you cum?”, you ask gesturing towards his groin. 

Leaning against your headboard, he collects you to his side till your head was on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead. 

“You want to make Daddy cum, honey? Go ahead and take out my cock.”

Your eyes remain on his as you tug at his belt with one hand before unbuttoning his pants and guiding them down his hips enough for his cock to spring free. You had felt him the night prior but seeing him now made your eyes widen. He really was going to ruin you.

“You can touch me.”, he murmured.

Licking your palm, you reached out to hold him and his dick twitched at the contact. Your mouth salivated as your thumb grazed the pre cum already dripping from his slit. Eddie deeply exhaled at the action but as you leaned forward with the intention of choking on his cock, his hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. 

“Nu uh. I said you could touch me not taste me.”

“Please, Daddy. I really want to.” He shook his head and you whined. You actually whined like a child as you crooned your face into his neck. 

His fingers roughly tugged on your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“Who’s in control here?” Your lips formed into a thin, defiant line causing him to yank harder making you moan at the action. “Answer me.”

“You are, Daddy.”

“If you want to keep giving me that fucking attitude, Y/N, I can jerk myself off while you watch. Be grateful I’m allowing you to do anything.”

“Can I at least spit, please?”

Taking hold of your palm, he brings it to his lips as he lets a glob of spit fall into it and places your hand back around him. Watching his face, it killed you that it was now contorted in annoyance. You wanted him to feel as good as he had made you feel.

As you began to stroke him, you curled your body closer to his and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to give you attitude. I just want to feel you in my mouth so badly.” Eddie moaned at your confession as your hand twisted around him, your thumb occasionally grazing his tip. “I want to feel you in the back my throat. I want you to feel me gag around you and make a mess over your cock.”

His calloused palm ran down your side till you felt his fingers pinch your nipples making you mewl in his ear. 

“That’s right, Daddy. Touch me. Use me to cum.”

“Fuck. F-faster, baby.”

“Is that you need, Daddy?”, you coo as you pump him quicker, squeezing your hand tighter around him.

Eddie’s lips land on yours for a passionate kiss as his tongue massages your own. You mewl at the taste of yourself as his mouth travels down your cheek to your ear.

“Your hand feels so good on me, sweetheart. Fuck… maybe if you beg me…D-Daddy will let you swallow his cum.”

As his lips and tongue caressed your throat, his ear hovered just close enough to your mouth for you to whisper you pleas to him as he groaned at the sound. 

“Please. Please let me taste you, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please…”

Eddie’s jaw went slack and you felt his face scrunch against your skin. Roughly gripping the back of your neck, he guided you over his cock and you opened your mouth just enough for him to thrust himself inside of you. 

“Fuck me, babygirl. Your mouth is so fucking warm. Don’t move. Daddy’s going to give you what you want.”

After a few more sloppy movements of his hips, he grunted above you as you felt ropes of his release hit your throat. As soon as his hands fell, you utilized the opportunity to run your tongue along his tip, licking him clean. 

Gently kissing up his stomach, you laid your head on his chest as you listened to him breathe. It took him a while before his fingers finally reached up to play with your hair as he laid his arm on top of the one you had strewn across him. 

“Eddie? What are the rules for after?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Do you want me to go?” You didn’t see but he softly smiled as you held him tighter.

“No…but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m actually quite comfortable if I’m being honest.”

“Me to. Which is new for me.” He cranes his neck to look at you and you lean back a bit so your eyes can find his. “If I’m being honest.”

“I don’t know if this needs to be said, Y/N, but you’re safe with me. If at any point you do feel uncomfortable or you need tell me something please feel free to be open with me.”

Nodding, you smirk as you sit up, grabbing the bottom part of his jeans at the legs and tug them off before throwing them aside. Eddie watches you with amusement, grinning as well as you tug his shirt over your head and climb back into bed to pull his boxers back up over his hips. 

Turning off your bedside lamp, you take his hand, and place his arm over your waist as you melt your body into his own. Sliding his other arm under your pillow, he leans forward to softly kiss your shoulder as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Good night, pretty girl.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

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[saintescuderia]

welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀💀💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?

[simnostalgia]

If KOSA doesn't pass, something else will.

ugh, this whole KOSA thing makes me roll my eyes. I'm sorry I KNOW I'm just a sims blog but I need to say something and it's going to be long, skip if you want to-

I get it I do, call your reps if you want to. I honestly could see it getting struck down (yet again) but honestly? It's probably gonna get through eventually in our current political and cultural climate. Do you know why? Not because of wanting to protect kids, obviously, but because they can't easily shape the narrative. And children, being blank slates, are obviously not as scared of upturning power structures as their X/Boomer parents. Not that I super needed to tell you any of this, I mean it's obvious.

And I mean, don't be naive, this was cute when it was like 2015 or whatever and we all banded together to stop SOPA but obviously this isn't going to stop. This isn't just a whiny lament about how we can do nothing (Which, total sidebar, isn't it weird when these sorts of things come up and people show up in the comments all "Oh no, there's nothing we can do!! I guess we'll just die!!!" like, get a grip)

ANYWAY, when was the last time you watched something illegally? Probably pretty recently, when was the last time you got a hold of something you probably weren't supposed to have. Do you know easy it will probably be to bypass these measures? You really expect me to believe that they're capable of censoring the WHOLE internet?

Our government. Which cannot do anything competently besides war crimes (and even then...), is really going to plug *every hole* in that regard? The trillion dollar Hollywood machine has been dumping endless amounts of money and time into stopping piracy and they STILL haven't done it. The closest they got was just trying to give us a better option, and they even fucked *that* up. And let me tell you, trying to search for a way stop people from finding very specific files you can create bots to look for is WAY easier than trying to automate a system that just searches for nebulous concepts like "dangerous content".

Like I said, do what you feel like you need to do but it's obvious that those in charge are more and more willing to make increasing machiavellian decisions to try control and public whose opinions are quickly spiraling out of control. And I REALLY doubt that calling your rep all "UwU swir, can you pwease not impede my abiwity to rwead supwernatural porwn onwine??" is going to sway them.

And the thing that they're really trying to stop, a changing worldview among youth driven by online discourse, is bound to fail because it's going to be hard to put *that* particular genie back in the bottle. If they wanted to curb the amount of sway that the internet could have over young people's opinions they needed to kill social media in its cradle in the mid-2000s. It's WAY too late for that.

You can be mad and disagree all you want but, how about a plan B? Just in case this, or any future law, gets pushed through by the stone age baby boomers. Try things like not using only the 5 largest social media sites for all of your needs. Learn how to use tor. Protect yourself online. Use platforms that can't be easily tracked. Back up shit you like so you have copies.

Alls I'm saying is MAYBE instead of playing the dumb game of "Maybe if we ask really nicely they'll do the right thing" we make a plan to use decentralized platforms that are far to large and varied to effectively police in any meaningful way. In hindsight, maybe we shouldn't have come to use large platforms to criticize power structures when the heads of those power structures also use those platforms. It just seems like bad planning.

Stop expecting that you can fight EVERY bill and start planning to do some illegal shit online.

[makingspiritualityreal]

it just sucks if you want to be moderately normal to say the least yet every other person now has adhd and a screen addiction thats so bad they cant put their phone down not saying im perfect at it myself but i think we have to be better than this if we want to really be happy. yet everyones normalised all of this internet phone screen time and so on that i cant see an end to it any time soon.

then every other person talks in some weird language you dont know nor care about because everything is intended to be a viral meme or some other shit. thats why i wanted to know if time travel was real or not because ya girl wants to go back to a non internet era. it seriously was moderately better and as kids we had no urge to be on a device so long. it is ridiculous when u think abt it. but now i feel like i need to be indoctrinated into the same view points as everyone else and it makes my brain feel like mush afterwards.

i dont think people arent even aware of how bad they genuinely sound even the saying dont forget to like and subscribe, leave a comment down below is enough to make me not want to do that but at the same time i still feel swayed into subscribing to someones attention seeking desires for them to be known. i also feel like that was liam paynes demise he loved it too much and was addicted to being known that he couldnt not be known if that makes sense? i mean he was in THE biggest bg of his era thats pretty substaintial proof of his success but that alone still wasnt enough for him not to mention they all get diddled with early on its so unpleasant to think of what they must really be like when they arent trying to be something theyre not.

You can’t control the world but you can work on yourself.

The fact that you think you owe anyone a like or a subscribe is an internal problem. You can do what you want and no one can tell you otherwise. It’s your allowance of it that will make or break your life.

You also don’t have to participate in the collective madness. There are people out there who live differently than what you described.

What you focus on grows. There will always be something wrong with the world. Some things don’t deserve your time or attention. A lot of what you said is a US problem.

I had the opportunity to live in Canada, USA and Europe among people of various income levels, from poor to well off, and people outside of the US live differently. They have communities, they have real friends, they actually meet and put their phones down. People also have social media success all around the world. There are many ways to live and you get to choose not to associate with what bothers you.

[caffeineandsociety]

I wonder if we would be better off if we separated chemical addictions from recognized behavioral addictions like gambling.

For one, a lot of chemical addictions ALSO have behavioral/habitual aspects, and most of the people I know who have tried to break one (which, to be fair, is a small [but >1] sample size) have had pretty meaningful breakthroughs for recognizing that the chemical dependence and the behavioral habit are interlinked yet still different, and "itemizing" and categorizing their reactions to the process granted a pretty helpful sense of control.

For two, the ableist framework attached to addiction being the only one we have to describe unhealthy excessive engagement with something is absolutely shit for literally everyone, because consider "softcore" gambling like lootboxes and gacha: on the one hand, you have companies that actively admit they're trying to get people "addicted", and there have been a small but significant number of cases of people doing things from selling or eschewing necessities to embezzling money in service of getting them their next top-up, and you CAN, in fact, find examples of this surrounding basically anything that plays with tension/release and fast-but-not-quite-instant gratification like that-

But on the other hand if you hear someone talking about "gaming addiction" or "social media addiction" you can be 99% positive that what they're actually doing is going full Chicken Little mode about everything from new things having drawbacks and risks (as all things do) to people just happening to be really into stuff they don't get, and on some really vile victim blaming shit with the actual extreme cases.

But, clinically speaking, what's the difference between someone who compulsively spends money they don't have on casino games vs. someone who compulsively spends money they don't have on Fortnite skins? Someone who ends up on the streets because they can't stop spending their money at card rooms, vs. someone who ends up on the streets because they can't convince themselves to go to work instead of playing Call of Duty? I have seen zero convincing evidence that there is one. Both constitute a TINY minority of people who engage in their vice, both end up hurting because of it, but one is recognized as someone with a clinical addiction, with all the ableist stigma that entails, BUT they've got sparse yet extant resources to help them if they want to quit, while the other...gets all the ableism leveraged at addicts AND a lot of neophobic derision toward their particular vice, but no support whatsoever.

So I wonder if, along with destigmatizing addiction as a whole, we could partially cut off the neophobic claims of "[INSERT NEW FUN THING] addiction" that boil down to "my kid likes video games more than homework this is a CRISIS!!!" by creating a new framework for unhealthy compulsive engagement with a behavior that has a Venn diagram relationship with chemical addiction.

[prettyseaveins]

Lover Boy, Lover Girl - R.R.

Ryan Ross x female!reader one shot

SFW / No warnings 

word count: 748

Summary: a small snippet into a random morning with Ryan Ross

“Ryan, did you hear what the fuck is going on with the government?” you asked, your body leaning against an arm of their shared couch as you held a cup of coffee. A look of disbelief was on your face as your boyfriend sat down beside you, letting his eyes fall on the screen you stared at. “This literally means that the government is gonna start controlling our brains or some shit because they want to block the media we consume—which is complete and utter bullshit! What the fuck? Does this mean I am no longer going to be able to sing about socialism and shit?”

“I think you’ll be able to sing about your idealistic world of anti-capitalism and love for me no matter what the government says,” he smiled comfortingly at you and let a hand rub your thigh soothingly. “This probably won’t even pass. Do you even hear how dumb they sound? She asked him if some dumb meme caused kids to become communists. I think we’ll be fine.”

“I guess you’re right, but also, who said I sang about loving you? For all you know, I could be singing about my love for Pedro Pascal or another celebrity crush that is ranking high on the list. Who knows, it could even be one of your friends from a different band. What was that bassist that took over Jon’s spot? Austin, was it? Or maybe his name was Antonio?” You put a finger up to your chin, tapping it as you faked your pondering. “Oh, I remember! Dallon is his name! Isn’t he a part of some big and famous band now? Supposedly even better than that band you used to be in?” Before you could utter another word, Ryan grabbed the coffee out of your hands and pushed his free hand into your side, starting to tickle you.

“You better plead for mercy,” he said, continuing to tickle you as you giggled and thrashed around. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were right! All my songs are about you and not some stupidly gorgeous hunk!” Another fit of giggles and laughter left your lips as he continued to harass your side with wiggling fingers. “I said you were right! Please, have mercy on my soul!” After a couple more seconds of tickling, Ryan stopped and let you be free of the punishment.

“Thank you for admitting I was right,” he took a quick sip out of your mug, grimacing at the taste. “You put way too much creamer in here.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t for you, it was for me,” you sat up and grabbed the mug from him before taking a sip of your own coffee. “I could make you a cup if you want. One that has less sugar for your poor old soul.”

“You can’t be mean to me anymore. I have fingers of steel that could tickle you for eons to come,” he wiggled his fingers to try and prove just how serious he was, but it only resulted in a cringe from you.

“Okay, lover boy. I’m gonna make you a cup of coffee so I can hopefully get that image out of my head,” you stood up and started walking to the kitchen, setting down your own mug to start making Ryan’s. “And can you please change the channel? I would love to stop thinking about how the world is coming to an end for one second.”

“As you wish,” he picked up the remote and flicked it to a different channel, letting a random episode of Friends play as you made him coffee. “Make sure to use the mushroom house mug.”

“You mean the only mug you ever use? Technically, it isn’t even your mug, I’m the one that bought it,” you countered, finishing making his coffee before walking back to the living room and passing the mug to him. “I made sure to keep it extra disgusting.”

“Just because I like my coffee actually tasting like coffee doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. Also, I will forever be denying the fact that this was ever your mug. They are forever mine,” you rolled your eyes at his statement and grabbed your own mug, it coincidentally originally owned by your boyfriend, before taking your own sip.

“Whatever you say, nerd,” you giggled and let yourself sink next to Ryan, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, lover girl,” he said softly, peacefully watching the television with you.

~

A/N: I just wanted to create more ryan ross content so i wrote this lol. i’m gonna write more so drop suggestions if u want to ! thank you :)

[olivereliocorcordium1983]

I am honestly disappointed in this fandom as someone who is a fan of Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer. I'm going to speak my mind as I have from day one since I allowed myself to float within this fandom.

This entire Timmy thing is completely bullshit I can't believe you guys. The second you hear that Timmy is doing something you don't like you think it's the end of the goddamn world and you jump ship and start talking shit about him. Really?!!! 🙄

"oh my god Timmy's smoking at a Beyonce concert!!!"

"oh my god Timmys hanging out with a Jenner. he isn't the Timmy I thought I knew?" YOU DON'T KNOW HIM PERSONALLY! all you know is what he decides to show you on social media and through whatever the media decides to feed you.

If you actually met him in person then I'm happy for you..but you still don't know him.

this poor guy can't just live his life and do his own thing because everyone and their dog is judging him for every little thing he does like it's this fandoms business when it's not.

I don't like the fact that Timmy is hanging out with this bitch either but you know what I still understand what it means to be human, what it means to actually see someone who has flaws, strengths and weaknesses and still try and be compassionate despite my own feelings about a situation.

This fandom can not control Timmy's decisions or his choices!!! Have some respect for him as a person and not just see him as some "god" who could do no wrong or someone who is "perfect" or just someone you wish you could fuck through rose colored glasses.

He is a human being who is entitled to having a life that is outside of Hollywood, outside of his fans and outside of being this famous movie star.

I swear to God this fandom... it started out as a place where we could all come together and love this one thing. And now it's turned into a gatekeeping, judge everyone, our shit don't stink place, and judging both Armie and Timmy for their personal life decisions like you don't make stupid mistakes within your own lives!

Timmy does not owe anyone a thing not who he dates whether he is dating her or not, who he hangs out with ECT. He is allowed to make mistakes, he is allowed to grow and he is allowed to learn whatever he needs to you don't KNOW HIM personally.

The way you all are behaving is like he has turned into R Kelly or some shit. calm the fuck down. Jesus Christ bro.

Timothee Chalamet is grown who can make his own decisions. but did you ever think that he just may be going through something? The poor kid can't catch a break no matter what he does if it doesn't go this fandoms way everyone is pissed or freaking out about it.

I am heavily aware of that families reputation and I can't stand them and personally don't care what the hell they do. With Timothee I do to an extent but I am also of the understanding you don't have to like what he does, you don't have to agree with it but at the end of the day, Timmy is gonna do what Timmy is going to do regardless of what we think or feel about it.

I'm going to stand behind Timmy and Armie until the day I'm not here. Because that is what being a fan of them is about being there for them both individually and separately, as well as together as a whole. REGARDLESS of whatever they decide to do with their personal lives and who with.

Also who someone sticks their dick into holds no merit whatsoever to who they are as a person when it comes to their character. As who they are as a whole.

"Do you see Timmy being disrespectful to fans?and saying fuck off?"

"do you see him being an entitled brat who thinks he's better than everyone else?"

Also leave @silvyysthings alone they don't need the crap that they are getting from haters and people who are no longer fans of this fandom. If you want to leave the fandom then go but don't drag those of us who wish to stay down with you.

All you can do is trust that he knows what he's doing and all that and get through whatever is going on with him at the time.

[illegal-heartbreaker]

I just have to say this first, math is evil. Also, I do love your writing.

Could I request Marilyn x f!reader (you could add Larissa if you'd like) where R cuts classes only because she didn't want anyone to find out some of the normie students attack R or maybe they just played a horrible "prank" and up loaded to a social media site. Marilyn isn't happy that R is skipping classes. So she goes to R's dorm to get to the bottom of why R isn't in any of R' s classes. Once Marilyn sees R she wants to know why R didn't go to her. And R is basically like don't worry i'm used to it, I just need to sleep it off.

everyones online (m. thornhill)

summary: reader loses control of her shifting abilities.

relationship: marilyn thornhill x reader & slight larissa weems x reader

extra/warning: shit but here.

_____________________

Usually the birds awoke you in the morning, but today it was replaced with the constant sound of your phone alerting you to a new notification.

Rolling over to face the table next to your bed, flicking it on you could see many notifications from both your tiktok and your instagram accounts. Unlocking the screen and coming face to face with a video of the events of yesterday.

Watching in horror as the video shows you getting 'attacked' by multiple normie kids and then losing control of your abilities and turning into a lion.

The amount of views were slowly rising, from 1,000 to 1M in the 10 minutes you had spent scrolling through the comments from both students at Nevermore and kids from Jericho.

Turning you phone off you pull yourself up from your bed and opened your curtains, thankful for once, on not having a dorm partner.

Looking down at the quad you could see students occupying the seats, and also spotting the two teachers on morning duty them both coincidentally being Ms Thornhill & your Principal; not that you cared for either of them at this point in time.

Looking at your phone was a huge mistake, especially seeing the amount of new notifications that had come through. The bell for the first class making its announcement halted all activity online.

'A mental health day' is what you called today, and sunk back into your bed before covering yourself in blankets again not moving until the bell of recess rang causing you to jolt awake from your 'sleep'.

The sun had risen even more now, and yet you still lay in bed. Pulling your phone up to see any new changes, nothing on instagram - which was a relief. But opening the tiktok app, an alert made itself present.

<< Due to multiple violations of our community guidelines, you're account has been permanently banned. We ask that all users respect our guidelines, if you believe that you have been falsely accused please proceed ahead. >>

You couldn't do anything now, the sound of somebody knocking on your door made you look to it.

"Miss Y/L/N! Let me in or I will go get Principal Weems." The familiar voice of Marilyn Thornhill called out, silence.

"Y/N! I am giving you three seconds till I call Principal Weems down here." and still yet, silence.

"Fine, be like that," she muttered, pulling out her phone to ask the Principal to come down. "Principal Weems will be here soon." You knew from the tone of her voice that she wasn't lying and so reluctantly you got up from the edge of the bed which you sat on watching the door and unlocked it, looking into the eyes of your botanics teacher.

You could see the concern and pity in her eyes, which you didn't want. "Whats wrong darling?" She asked, taking a step inside your room and softly closing the door behind her.

"Nothing."

"This doesn't have to do with the reason why most of the school has been addicted to their devices this morning, does it?" Your glare deepened, stomach churning at the thought of the whole school seeing it.

"Oh darling, come sit down with me." She lead you to your bed, "Can you show me it?" Unlocking the phone and pulling up Instagram to show her, you sit in silence with just the sound of the video playing. Watching her face change from worry to sorrow and pity.

"I am so sorry this happened to you, you should not be ashamed for how you reacted it is normal." Placing a hand on your back rubbing it softly as tears slowly ran down your face.

The quietness only lasted a few seconds before the door burst open to a frantic looking Principal. "Marilyn," she starts and then continues to look at you, "Miss Y/L/N, whats the matter?"

"can I tell her darling?" your teacher asks for consent before telling her what happened. Nodding you bury your head in her shoulder as tears continue to stream down your face, finally able to fully express your emotions in the comfort of your favourite teacher.

"Normie students attacked her, trying to provoke her powers.." The botanics teacher summarised as she handed the still unlocked phone over to your principal. Minutes tick by and you lift your head to see principal weems looking down at the phone whilst her finger slowly scrolls through the comments.

"oh dear." she mutters, her voice laced with anger. "Are you alright dear?" A grateful smile flitters across your face at the comforting tone.

"i'm fine, i guess. just need to sleep it off." as much as you wanted a hug and for someone to hold you, you knew that it wouldn't happen and that both teachers would return to ignoring you the following day and so you slowly slid away from Marilyn.

"darling, we can clearly see that you aren't coping well. You haven't eaten since yesterdays lunch and right now it is 1pm, I doubt thats healthy." Marilyn speaks up for both her and Larissa, who in return nods.

"Let Marilyn look after you, it'll all be fixed in a few days." Your principal reassures, looking from you to Marilyn. " I'm going to go talk with the Sheriff and then call an assembly. I'll fill in for the rest of your classes today, keep an eye on her." She tilts her head towards you slightly before turning around and shutting the door quietly behind her.

"lets get you cleaned up and then we can watch a movie, my darling." and for once that day, you felt at rest as your teacher guided you to your bed.

[khaleesiofalicante]

My Type - A TLND Mavid Ficlet

“You’re trending again.”

Max doesn’t even bother looking up from his laptop. “What else is new?”

“I mean you’re trending properly,” his secretary hums, leaning against his office door. “Across all platforms.”

“Yuri, I started trending the day I was born,” Max chuckles. “My family is made of celebrities. This is not news. And I should be trending. London Fashion Week is coming up and some of our latest pieces are the best ones we’ve created yet.”

“Right,” she says slowly. “This is not really about Edom.”

Max looks up from his laptop then. 

Maybe it’s about David - or even the boys. People are always making fan edits of his family. 

It’s cute. Sometimes. 

“It’s about Ms. Jung, sir,” his secretary informs him. “The PR team wants to issue a statement for damage control.”

PR teams and statements and damage control. 

The words sound too familiar as Max picks up his phone and types his own name on Twitter. 

Oh. 

“Maybe if you could post a picture of your family,” Yuri suggests carefully. “A selfie of you and your husband.”

“I don’t need to post shit. This is not real!” Max points at the image on his phone. “Why would I kiss Shinyun?”

“It’s AI, sir,” Yuri informs him. “But it looks real, doesn’t it?”

Max sighs. 

His phone pings again. A message from bapak asking him to ignore it. 

Max knows bapak and dad had their fair share of struggles with social media. God knows they still do. Max had been naive enough to hope that things will be easier in the future. But sometimes, it feels like the future only gets worse. 

He stares at the photo of him and Shinyun kissing. It makes him want to throw up. But he is too stunned by the authenticity of it to do anything else. 

He dismisses Yuri and calls Shinyun. “You saw?”

“Yes,” she replies calmly. “Makes you look like a terrible kisser. Just like your bapak.”

“Gross,” he replies. “Look. Yuri says we need to issue a statement-”

“We don’t have to do anything,” she interrupts. “Fashion Week is coming up. All eyes are on Edom, Max. This is good.”

“How are you not bothered by this?” he demands angrily. 

“Not my first time being falsely romantically linked to a Lightwood-Bane,” she replies coolly. “Does it bother you?”

Max doesn’t respond to that. “Can we find out who made this?”

“Is it really worth the time and effort?” she counters. “Probably just some kid looking for followers.”

“It’s not fair,” he sighs tiredly. 

“Hey, listen to me,” she says, her voice firm. “Do not let them get to you. I know it’s hard. But you should pay them no mind.”

“I know,” Max sighs. “I just-No. Never mind.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Max manages a smile. “I’ll see you in London soon?”

“Bring the boys.”

“They’ve already packed their bags,” Max chuckles. “Although David is not thrilled about attending another fashion show.”

“How is he feeling about the photo?” Shinyun asks him. 

Ah fuck. 

He didn’t even think about that. David must be freaking out. 

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Shinyun asks out loud. “You know what? Maybe it would help to post a picture of the two of you.”

“That’s what Yuri said.”

“Best hiring decision you made,” she chuckles. “It’s not a bad idea, Max. God knows the two of you are always attached at the hip.”

“You sound jealous,” Max points out. “Is this because I only kissed you through artificial intelligence?”

“Kindly go fuck yourself.”

Max chuckles as he puts the phone down. He sighs. “Yuri. I’m going home.”

“You should buy flowers on your way home,” Yuri suggests. “Just in case he is mad.”

“Good idea,” Max grins at her. “You’re the best.”

By the time he leaves office and goes back home, he has already scrolled through countless tweets about the situation. 

They are all “I knew it” and “bisexuals be like” and “David deserves better” and a bunch of freudian jokes Max doesn’t really care about. 

But he keeps scrolling. He keeps looking for the tweets that support him and believe in him. 

He knows it doesn’t matter because the photo isn’t real. But he seeks the validation of these strangers anyway. 

Tell me you know this isn’t me. Tell me you know I’m good. Tell me you know I would never. Tell me you know David is my everything. 

Old habits die hard, huh?

“Daddy!” his little one yells when he arrives home. He is running towards Max all the way from their estate, all barefoot and big smiles. “Look what Lelyaas found!”

“What did Lelyaas find?” Max smiles and kneels down next to the toddler. 

“A grasshopper,” Arthur says in a low voice, like it’s a secret. “I named him Bunny.”

“You named the grasshopper Bunny?” Max chuckles. “Why?”

“Because it hops!” Arthur says simply. “Like a bunny.”

Max chuckles again. “Did you eat?”

The boy nods. 

“Did you have dessert?” Max asks. 

“Not yet,” the child replies. “Papa is in a bad mood. Lelyaas said we should leave him alone. He’s in the library.”

Ah. Fuck. 

David has a habit of reading everywhere but in the library. 

He reads in bed. He reads in the kitchen. He reads in the bath. He reads in the garden. He even reads inside the car. 

He only reads in the library when he wants to be left alone. 

But surely these silly rules don’t apply to Max…Right?

“Okay. You play with Bunny. I’ll check on papa,” Max presses a kiss to the boy’s curls. He walks into the château and unbuttons his shirt as he enters library carefully. “Babe?”

David is sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed over each other, as he is glaring at the newspaper. 

Why is he even reading that shit? Nothing good ever comes out of it!

“Can you believe this?” David waves the paper around. 

“It’s already on the newspaper?” Max winces. 

“Of course it’s on the bloody newspaper,” David rolls his eyes. “But why does it have to be on the front page? Do these people not care about my feelings at all?”

“I’m sorry,” Max says gently as he sits down next to him. “Babe. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault,” David sighs and puts the paper away. “It was bound to happen anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Max frowns. “David, I know we are used to this, but this is not normal. We should never expect this as normal.”

David frowns too. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Max asks in confusion and grabs the newspaper, turning to the front page. “The fuck is this?”

“Taylor Swift lost best album at the Grammys,” David grumbles. 

“That’s what you’re mad about?” Max laughs. 

“Is there something else for me to mad about?” David raises an eyebrow. 

“Um. There is a picture,” Max swallows. “On Twitter. It’s-”

“You and Shinyun,” David finishes. “Oh, yes. I did see that.”

“You’re not mad about that then?”

“Max, there are pictures of you kissing a different woman every other week,” David rolls his eyes. “If I started to care about those, I would be in a perpetual state of fury.”

Max chuckles tiredly. “This one is weird though.”

“It is,” David admits. “Is there something we should do? Post a picture together?”

Max shakes his head. “I hate that. I hate that I have to my prove my love for you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything,” David says gently. “We could just ignore it, love. You know it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know,” Max says quietly. 

“Hey,” David whispers as he takes Max’s hand in his and gives it a kiss. “What is it?”

“I’m trending,” Max explains. 

“Aren’t you always?” David smiles.

“Not for the right things,” Max shakes his head. “David, I worked so hard for our displays at the London Fashion Week. We worked with the best designers and we found the right people and it was just so beautiful and diverse and original and it’s just…I’m so fucking proud of it. But no one’s talking about that. No one ever cares about how hard I work and the difference I’m making in the world.”

“Max. The internet doesn’t care about our values. It only cares about our actions,” David tells him. “I know no one is talking about it. But that doesn’t mean people don’t care. You hired really young designers from diverse backgrounds. You hired people who are unlikely to get a chance like this. They know what you did. And trust me, they care.”

“I know, babe,” Max manages a smile. “I just…Sometimes I feel like things haven’t changed all that much, you know.”

He’ll always just be Max. The boy who is only known for causing drama. And they will only ever care about who he is kissing and who he is fighting. 

Nothing more and nothing less. 

“Things have changed a lot actually,” David hums and stands up. “Come with me. I’ll show you.”

Max is tired. But he follows after the other man anyway. 

“We’re not going to the bedroom?” Max pouts as they walk past the staircase. 

“Making out with Shinyun wasn’t enough for you?” David asks over his shoulder. 

“Ugh! Gross!” Max groans and slaps David on the shoulder. 

David laughs as he drags Max further into the house, right towards the left wing. 

Oh.

“Darling,” David knocks on the door gently. “I’m coming in.”

They walk into Lance’s room together. Their oldest is lying on the bed, still wearing his school uniform, and bopping his head to music with his Batman headphones on.

Max carefully taps him on the shoulder, so not as to startle him. “Lance.”

“Dad?” the boy removes his headphones immediately. “You’re home early.”

“Hm-hm,” Max smiles and gives him a hug. “Why are you still in your uniform?”

“I’ll take it off in a little bit,” the boy replies. “Is papa here too?”

“I am,” David replies and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Lance. Will you tell daddy what you told me when we drove home from school?”

“What did I say?” Lance frowns. 

“You said something about daddy and Edom,” David elaborates. 

“Oh,” Lance says. “Daddy. Papa thinks you work too much and you should quit and be a house husband.”

“I did not say that!” David blanches. “Although, yes, you do work too much.”

Max sticks out his tongue at the man and looks at the boy. “I would make an awful house husband, buddy. Then your papa will divorce me and get married to a music producer who will buy him tickets to Taylor Swift concerts.”

“That does sound appealing,” David hums and earns a glare from Max. “Lance. I meant what you said about Fashion Week.”

“Oh,” Lance says again. “Papa told me your inspiration for London Fashion Week is Egyptian fashion?”

“That’s correct,” Max nods. “I met this really cool lady called Samar who lives in Egypt and she designs beautiful clothes inspired by her culture. So, I told her to design our pieces for Fashion Week.”

David looks at him proudly. 

It’s not a big deal. Giving people opportunities shouldn’t be a big deal. We should do it more often really. 

“That’s really cool,” Lance tells him. “Good job, dad!”

“Oh,” Max whispers. “Really?”

“We learned about Egyptian Civilization in school. Did you know they wore really cool jewellery but didn’t wear shoes?” Lance asks him curiously. 

“I do know that,” Max nods with a smile. “That’s why none of our models will be wearing shoes during the runway at London Fashion Week.”

“That’s amazing!” Lance gasps. “Will they shave their heads too?”

Max chuckles. “Not all of them. But there is one guy from Cairo who shaved his head, except for like a plait at the side of the head.”

“Can I pull it?” Lance whispers. 

“No,” David says firmly. “But you can talk to him and ask him more about his culture.”

“Cool,” Lance shrugs. “Can we have dessert now?”

“Yes,” Max presses a kiss to his face. “Change out of your uniform and come to the kitchen, okay?”

David leads him back to the kitchen with a soft smile and pushes him against the counter. “I told you. People do care. You just need to look for it in the right place.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” Max murmurs and kisses his husband on the jaw. “Sorry I got overwhelmed by my constant need for external validation. It makes me overlook the support systems that are actually accessible.”

David pinches his side. “What did I tell you about memorising what your therapist tells you?”

“It’s very sexy of me?” Max grins. 

“I’m sorry about the awful people in the internet,” David tells him and cups his face gently. “But I see you. I see how hard you work and how much you care. And I too think you’re very cool.”

“Yeah?” Max whispers and leans into the touch. “I love you.”

“I love-Arthur! Why are you carrying three cups of ice cream?” David yells. 

“One for me. One for Lelyaas. One for my grasshopper,” Arthur replies as he carefully balances three cups of ice cream. 

Max laughs at that. 

David glares at him. “Elyaas doesn’t eat ice cream. Put it back.”

“Really?” Max chuckles. “You’re okay with the grasshopper?”

“I don’t know if grasshoppers actually eat ice cream,” David whispers to him. 

“Fair point,” Max nods. “Also Arthur is already gone.”

David groans tries to run after the child. But Max pulls him back by his arm. “You’re sure you’re not mad about the photo, right?”

“No,” David shakes his head. 

“Didn’t even suspect me for a second?” Max grins. 

“I know how you kiss,” David whispers against his lips. “What I saw in the paper was nowhere close to that.”

“How do I kiss?” Max smiles. 

“With your heart,” David replies and Max rolls his eyes fondly. “Besides, she isn’t your type.”

“Really?” Max asks. “And what’s my type?”

“Me.”

“Blonde hair and blue eyes?”

“No,” David corrects and pulls him in for a kiss. “Me. David. I’m your type. No one else stands a chance.”

“No, they don’t,” Max agrees and kisses him back.