#also good job! it looks nice and smooth lol

[chickren]

Do you think Jaime has any idea of Brienne's affection for him during AFFC/ADWD? Or does he still believe Brienne's in love with Renly?

lol

i mean, i joke a lot about her negging him into falling in love with her, but i honestly think she kind of accidentally did?

so, no, i don’t think he knows she’s in love with him. i don’t think he has a fucking clue. to be fair, she didn’t know either the last time they saw each other before pennytree.

you have to remember how their last two interactions in storm went down. first, jaime has her arrested after loras accuses her of renly’s murder. jaime does this to protect her, but brienne doesn’t understand that and she looks at him with eyes full of hurt, thinking he betrayed her. and jaime is borderline apoplectic that she would believe that of him.

then they both carry those emotions into their final asos scene in the white sword tower. jaime’s still smarting from her low opinion of him and is determined to prove to her just how wrong she is about him. his little plan backfires spectacularly. he finds out she still thinks he’s absolute scum, that her opinion of him is perhaps worse now than ever.

as for brienne, she is genuinely confused about what’s happening when she goes into the white sword tower scene. she understands jaime is trying to get loras to drop his accusations, but she has no idea why he’s doing anything he’s doing for her, and she has a hard time trusting people even in simple circumstances. and then jaime makes things worse by being so caustic because she hurt his feelings thinking he betrayed her. the funny thing is, brienne does walk out of the white sword tower scene with jaime vindicated in her mind. from that point on, she talks herself into trusting him, even when she has doubts, until the end of feast where she believes in his sincerity and his good intentions enough to full-throatedly defend him against accusations of villainy.

but jaime is privy to none of that. the last message he got from her was that she thought he would try to bribe her to kill sansa. she tries to backtrack from that accusation in the moment but he’s emotionally checked out of the conversation at that point, melted into a puddle of toxic jaime goo.

so by the time they meet again in dance, they’re in this weird position where i’d argue brienne is probably more ready to accept that jaime could have feelings for her than he is to accept that she has feelings for him. just the fact that someone with brienne’s life experience can bring herself to wonder what jaime would do if she cried on his shoulder tells me she has a slight clue he feels something.

but jaime really doesn’t have anything to hang onto that would indicate brienne has feelings for him. lol, i mean anything nice or good she’s done for him are things he could write off as basically being her job.

the only caveat to jaime’s knowledge of brienne’s feelings for him is that he does know she is physically attracted to him.

after loras leaves them in the round room, brienne is awkward and hesitant when jaime compliments her, and then she flounders trying to compliment him back. compare it to the bathhouse scene where we know from brienne’s pov that she was very attracted to him but jaime didn’t really clock it. here, he notices. she’s “flustered.” she wants “to flee.” even if he doesn’t explicitly diagnose the cause of her slightly bumbling reaction to seeing him in the white cloak inside his own head, i think he knows. mostly because he’s still just arrogant, smooth-talking jaime at that point, as opposed to later when she emotionally disembowels him in slow and painful stages and he turns into a wounded animal.

to me, the way he notices brienne’s physical attraction to him is not dissimilar to the way he describes amerei frey’s interactions with him. he never explicitly thinks that ami’s hitting on him, but it’s obvious that she is, and it’s obvious that he knows she is.

also important to note for the white sword tower scene is that jaime deliberately gets dolled up in his full kingsguard kit for brienne, and then sits there like a clown for fucking hours waiting for her to show up. so, of course, he’s paying extreme attention to her reaction to his efforts.

but everyone thinks jaime is hot, so it’s also understandable that he wouldn’t take that to mean that she actually likes him.

(he did want to make sure she knew he was hot, though.

he wanted. to make sure. she knew.)

now. if jaime finds out brienne was ready to die for him? well. he’s not an idiot. this whole thing could turn around real fast. so—

tl;dr - do i think jaime has any idea of brienne's affection for him during feast/dance?

his angst about her physical attraction to him is 0%

his angst about her emotional attraction to him is 100%

[as jaime has amply demonstrated, he is constitutionally incapable of taking her feelings for renly seriously and i doubt he’d start now]

[hollyseb]

BARTENDER (part 1)

You need to make ends meet. How far are you willing to go?

Mob! Bucky x Reader

Authors note; this is my first fic. Pls be nice :)

Warnings; drinking. Minors DNI. Will get saucier lol.

Who am I? You were staring at yourself in the mirror of your janky apartment. Little red dress, white thigh high lacey socks. This wasn’t you. You felt silly. But you needed this

Since finishing college, the job market had been dry. You were broke. Undeniably. The rent payments are piling up, student loans begging to be paid, your unforgiving landlord constantly up your ass.

You smoothed down your dress, reminding yourself that this was temporary, just to make ends meet before finding a job in your field. You couldn’t deny that despite feeling a little on-show, you looked hot. Your dress hugging your curves, and your heels making your legs look everlong.

You’d picked up a job at a club uptown. You’d never been but you knew it was high-end, elite, and intimidating. Powerful men frequented this club. You were dreading meeting them; misogynists and man-whores, you thought. It’s okay, I’m just a waitress. Your only job was to serve at the bar, and deliver drinks to those rich enough to reserve tables. All I need to do is look good and smile.

Your best friend, Nat, had managed to land the job for you. She’d been working at the club for 6 months, and the money was supposedly “incredible”. You remembered laughing at that, accusing her of flirting with the regulars.

With that thought, you picked up your jacket, hugging it around your body, and headed out the door.

You adapted to the job easily enough; the thumping music, the strobing lights. Nat was constantly approaching you, checking in on you, “you’re okay right? Well you look amazing”, she whispered in your ear, winking at you, as you poured another drink.

She helped you climatize to the new environment. When service slowed, you found yourself drinking in those who frequented the club. The men on the floor were sleazy, approaching women while heavily drunk. The girls were dancing, swinging their hips, some finding company in those men. A part of you was envious, this had never been your scene and you felt a little excluded.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by Natasha asking you to drop some drinks off at one of the reserved tables. You felt a little reluctant, the table being hidden by a velvet curtain. You had yet to do this part of the job yet. I wish I could eye them up before approaching. Another part of you felt a little excited though, anticipatory.

You headed to the table, deep and low voices sounding. Some men were laughing, and others engaging in low conversation. Pulling the curtain back, a silence fell across the group of men sitting in the secluded area. You paused, taken aback. You had semi-expected the men to ignore your presence, you hadn’t expected this.

“H-hello. I have five whiskey cokes?” Your voice came across weaker than you hoped under the intimidating stares of the men. You hated the way your claim sounded like a question.

Your eyes fell upon the man at the head of the table. All black suit, perfectly tailored, with his hair falling over his piercing blue eyes. He wreaked power. His eyes were raking over your face. Drinking you in. You felt the breath get stuck in your throat when you met his eyes. He is gorgeous.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” a deep voice emerged from the man. It posed more of a statement than a question. Could he sense your anxiety?

“Yes I am”, you were painstakingly aware of how breathy your voice sounded, and also of how you were still awkwardly standing with the tray in your hands.

You eyed the other men, seeing the way their eyes dragged over your body, your curves. You felt naked. The eyes of the man at the head of the table had never left your face. He was enamored.

You cleared your throat and placed the tray on the corner of the table, trying to hide the way your hands were beginning to tremble. God, why am I shaking? You shot the men a fake smile before spinning on your heel and pulling back the curtain, their eyes burning into your ass.

When you had left the table, Bucky cleared his throat. “Get her name. Her social media. Her address. I want to know everything about her”.

Once leaving the room, you hunted your best friend down. “Nat, the men I delivered those drinks to…”, you waved your hands incredulously, reminiscing on the tense encounter and expecting her to have an explanation.

“Yes?” She smirked. She knew exactly what you were referencing. The intensity, the intimidation.

“What the hell was that? I mean- the guy at the head of the table… questioned me about being new, and the rest of them… ugh”, you rambled, your hands punctuating your questions.

“Oh…”, she raised her eyebrows at you, her face glowering in how she knew information that you didn’t, “the guy that questioned you, yeah he owns the club”, her smirk growing into a Cheshire Cat grin. She knew she had dropped you in the deep end.

Your eyebrows practically flew into your hairline, “the o-owner? God, Nat I’ve made a clutz of mysel-, I was stood there with the tray for so long, he must think I’m so stupi-”

She cut you off. “Well, at least he actually acknowledged you. He never even looks at the rest of us”, she explained, only exaggerating your confusion. “Shame really, considering he is probably the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, I mean, I would”, she winked at you again.

You laughed at that, knowing that she really would. She always knew what to say, and she was right. He really was breath-taking. But, he was also your boss. He probably only noticed me because I did something wrong.

You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on the encounter, convincing yourself that you were overthinking the fire in his eyes. He was staring at you because you were so awkward. He could tell you felt out-of-place, you thought, sighing to yourself and shaking the thoughts. Serving people drinks and cleaning the bar made for the perfect distraction.

The night continued without event, you were glad. You felt yourself ease up over time, Nat making you giggle as drunk men tipped you rather excessively. You weren’t sure if it was your best friend's humour, or the feeling of knowing you’d managed to cover this week's rent, but you felt pleased.

You picked up your coat, and slung your bag over your shoulder, deciding to call a cab to get home. You felt eyes on you as you hugged Nat goodbye. Looking over her shoulder, you locked eyes with that man again. Your boss. Stood at the top of the stairs, overlooking the bar. In a vast crowd of people, his eyes were narrowed in on you. You unlocked from Nat, drowning out her qualms about letting her know when you arrived home safely. You couldn't focus on anything else. He was the epitome of power; tall, broad, perfectly tailored.

You had to force yourself to rip your eyes from his, bidding Nat a farewell and heading out the door.

Bucky watched you until the door shielded you from view. He was fixated. It was only when Steve slapped his hand down on Bucky’s shoulder that he was brought back to the present.

“You’re gonna burn a hole through her body if you keep staring at her like that, pal”, Steve stated teasingly. He saw the way you commanded his friends' attention from the second you approached the table. It had been a long time since he had seen someone have such an effect on him.

Bucky turned to Steve, an exhale escaping his nose, “she is… certainly something”.

Steve continued, “… innocent, right?”, eyeing Bucky for his reaction. He tread on eggshells, he knew Bucky had taken a shine to you, he didn’t want to overstep.

Bucky nodded, his jaw twitching, “too innocent to be working here”. The pair nodded in unison.

You stepped outside and took a deep breath, relishing in the relief of being released from his intense gaze. You hailed a cab, being pleasantly surprised by the car that rolled up to you. Sleek and matte. A Mercedes. This was the nicest taxi you’d ever seen. When the taxi pulled up to your apartment block, you attempted to pay him with a remainder of your tips.

“Fee has been covered by… James Buchanan Barnes”.

Part 2 here https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/737991483216494592/bartender-part-2

[mingtinysworld]

i am also on a dom! jongho kick and i would DIE to read a fic with mean dom jongho 🥹 maybe with impact/pain play or shibari !!

Bound

Pairing: Choi Jongho x fem!reader

Genre: smut, bdsm

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: you’re wanting to venture into more intense things with Jongho, and he delivers the best possible experience for you

Warnings: mdni, dom!jongho, sub!reader, shibari (or bondage I really don’t know the difference I’m sorry lol), impact play (use of wooden paddle), oral (f receiving), pet names (love, sweetheart, baby, princess), use of ‘painslut’ once

A/n: thank you so much for this request, anon! It’s been in my drafts for months now, so I’m sorry it took so long. This was my first time writing something this intense, so I hope I did it justice. I really really hope you like it, thank you for reading. If you like it, please comment and reblog, love you! - jules<3

“Are you sure sweetheart?”

You confirm your surety with a firm nod.

A week ago, you had expressed an interest in experimenting further with you and Jongho’s sex life. Jongho was hesitant at first, worried about how you would react to something that is not vanilla.

You insist that you want to try more things, something more intense than what you are used to. Jongho’s biggest fear is to do anything to hurt you, but looking at your pleading eyes makes him realize that he can never say no to you.

“Ok baby, we can try something intense. We have to go over some things first though, ok?” You nod excitedly.

“First of all, tell me what your limits are. Are you ok with being bound, like your arms or legs tied up?” You take a moment to think. The thought of being tied up and being at Jongho’s mercy makes your heart race, and you voice a quiet yes.

“Are you ok with being gagged or blindfolded?”

“I-I’m not sure? Maybe?” It’s clear he wants a definite answer from you. “Um actually, no. I don’t feel ok with that.” You answer honestly.

“That’s ok baby, it’s important to tell me what you like and don’t like so that I don’t make you uncomfortable.” Jongho sounds so professional, like he’s done this interview dozens of times. “Are you ok with me inflicting pain? That would be stuff like spanking, or using tools such as a paddle or flogger, or nipple clamps.”

Your face goes red at the mention of nipple clamps, and you blink rapidly. “Nipple clamps sound nice. And I would be ok with all those other things.”

“Good job baby, you’re doing so good. Thank you for being honest with me.” The praise runs through you like fire and you almost feel like purring at the satisfaction of it.

“Are you familiar with using the light system? Green for ok, yellow for slow down, and red for full hard stop.” He asks.

“Yeah, I know it.” You answer confidently, feeling happy at knowing something.

“Perfect, baby. I think I know just what to do with you. I’ll make you feel so so good.” With every word, Jongho gets closer to you on the couch. He runs his hands up and down your arms, raising goosebumps all over. You open your lips a bit, expecting him to kiss you, but he quietly whispers against your lips.

“How about using some rope, tying you up all nice and snug for me.” His breath mingles with your own, creating a heated atmosphere. “And then I can use a smooth paddle to make your pretty skin all bruised.”

A moan escapes your mouth at Jongho’s words and he smirks a bit. “You like the sound of that?” He asks smugly, knowing the answer already.

“Yeah, I want you to do all that to me.” You say breathily, wanting to kiss him so badly.

“And can I call you names? Ones that aren’t so nice.” His breath feels warm on your face, and you feel almost dizzy from his proximity. “Would you like that?”

You feel about ready to burst from the anticipation. With a frustrated growl you pull him closer. “Jongho you can do anything to me and I would love it. Please just fuck me.”

Jongho chuckles at your impatience and finally his lips are on yours. He kisses you with a hungry desire, hinting at all the dirty things he wants to do to you. You return his fervor just as intensely, needing to feel every inch of him.

Jongho pulls away for a split second and you immediately whine at the loss.

“Hold on baby, slow down,” he says breathlessly. “Let’s go to the bedroom first.” You nod in agreement, and can’t help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed at your desperation. Pink covers the tips of your ears, and Jongho being the attentive boyfriend that he is, immediately notices.

“Baby are you embarrassed?” He asks curiously.

“No I just, I just, feel so…” you stumble through your words trying to get your feelings across. “I just want you so bad.”

At your admission, Jongho’s gaze darkens, and he looks like he’s ready to devour you. “Get on the bed sweetheart.”

You don’t think twice about obeying him. You turn around and crawl to the top of the bed, brimming with anticipation. Jongho takes out a few items from a big black box, the contents of which are unknown to you until he pulls out a thick, white cotton rope.

The sight of it has you breathing faster, knowing that soon enough the material is going to be tied around you. Jongho steps closer to you and you have to stop your thighs from clenching together. He notices and gives you a knowing smirk.

“Patience baby,” he says in a saccharine voice. He slowly lifts up your shirt, making eye contact that scorches your insides. Once the material is off you, he instructs you to lift your arms up.

As you do, he takes the rope behind you and drapes it across the top of your chest. He expertly ties a knot and tests the tightness of it.

“Does that feel good? Not too tight?” He asks, wanting to make sure you feel good.

“It’s perfect,” you voice out.

He gives you a soft kiss and continues tying the rope around the bottom of your breasts, making your breath hitch at the contact. You can feel your heart pounding and you’re sure Jongho can feel it as he runs his hand across your flushed skin.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” he speaks reverently, in a hushed tone, like you’re something to be worshipped. “And fuck, you’re all mine.”

A quiet whimper escapes you and Jongho delights in hearing you. He continues with the rope, and he loops around so that he can tie both of your hands behind you. The rope feels foreign against your skin, but you’re certainly getting used to this feeling of restraint.

Jongho ties the final knot and gives you a sweet, promising kiss.

“There you go love, what are you gonna do now?” He gives you a teasing smile, fully aware that you can’t do much with your hands being useless behind you. You give him a big pout.

“Jonghooo don’t be mean.”

“Oh sweetheart, this isn’t me being mean. I promise.” With that, he attaches his lips onto your neck, making you gasp. He drags his tongue across your sensitive skin, making heat prickle along your spine. He bites down a bit which makes you yelp in surprise and that elates Jongho.

He leaves deep purple marks which you know will stay there long after he’s done with you. You squirm in place, longing to have your hands on him, but the restraint holds you back.

“Jongho please~” you whine in impatience.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and fixes you with a glare. “Are you not planning on being a good girl today?”

You swallow hard and shake your head. “N-no I’ll be a good girl, I will.”

“Good girls don’t speak out of line, and most importantly, good girls don’t beg for attention.”

“I’m sorry sir,” you apologize with a quiet voice, hanging your head. At the title ‘sir’, Jongho is filled with domination and a surge of arousal.

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he tilts your chin up, showing off your pretty eyes. “Be good for me and I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

You give him a nod and he captures your lips in a heated kiss. His hands run over your bare shoulders, leaving you anticipating for more. “You taste so good my love,” he growls. He straddles your form, and you can feel his full weight pressing you down, making your brain go fuzzy.

He’s like a weighted blanket, melting away all your thoughts and only letting your body do the talking. Your hips attempt to move, but he holds you down easily.

“Nuh uh baby, let me do all the work,” he says in a low voice. He grinds his hips into yours, and you gasp at the sensation, feeling his erection pressing into you. Jongho smirks at that, continuing his rhythm.

“F-fuck Jongho,” you gasp out.

He gives you a small smile, loving the way you’re reacting to him. “I love seeing you under me, so small and obedient.”

You can’t help but moan at that, nodding your head as to agree with him. He leaves lingering kisses along your neck, nipping in some places, giving you a mix of pain and pleasure.

Your breath leaves you in soft sighs as Jongho’s tongue teases a sensitive spot. “You’re behaving so well love,” he praises. “Do you want more?”

You desperately nod, eyes widening in excitement. That makes Jongho chuckle and he moves off your lap to move down to your center. He leaves a soft kiss on your navel, making your skin tingle.

Jongho takes his time worshippping your thighs, leaving soft but messy kisses. “I love your body, it’s so soft,” he sucks a mark into the inside of your thigh. “So beautiful, and all mine to take.”

With that, he lowers his face, making contact with your core. You inhale sharply, the feeling of his tongue roaming around your insides too much to handle.

“God, you taste so good baby,” Jongho moans into your pussy. Your cheeks flame in embarrassment, but you feel another surge of arousal. You can hear how wet you are, which is making you even more unbearably needy.

“F-feels so good oh my god,” you whine out. You want to hold on to Jongho’s luscious locks so badly, but your bound hands are completely useless behind you. So you settle for moving your hips against his face, his nose catching on your clit deliciously.

Jongho can’t help but feel proud at the way you’re writhing under him, rutting your hips against his face. Jongho feels intoxicated, with the way you taste, feeling like he’s getting drunk. “Fuck baby, are you gonna cum for me?”

You feel so awfully close to your release. You can only let out a hum of acknowledgement as your legs start to shake. With a few more laps of his tongue you come undone, locking in Jongho’s head with your legs.

“Good girl, there you go,” Jongho soothes with a warm touch to your stomach. “Did that feel good?”

“So, so good,” you say almost deliriously, head rushing from your intense orgasm.

Jongho lets out an amused chuckle at your expression. “That good huh?” Then his face takes on a bit of a serious look. “How’s the rope feeling? Anything sore or tingly?” He inquires.

“No, it’s perfect Jongho,” you say in a breathy tone.

At your words, Jongho’s gaze darkens. “Perfect, baby. Shall we move on?” He asks with a barely contained smirk.

“Yeah…”

Jongho takes you by the waist, maneuvering your body so that his back rests against the headboard, and your body is draped against his lap, ass facing him.

Your hands are still bound behind your back, and you nervously fidget with your fingers. You’re about to complain from the lack of touch when you flinch from a cold material pressed against the back of your thigh.

You whimper from the feel of it, closing your eyes and letting yourself take in the sensation. It’s so cold against your skin, almost as if it was placed in the fridge prior.

“This is the paddle I was talking about baby.” He drags the wooden object up and down your leg. “I think you’re gonna feel so good baby.” He whispers.

The first strike takes you by complete surprise, and you let out a loud yelp. It burns, but it’s also so good. “F-fuck.”

“Good?” Jongho questions.

“Mmhm.” Words can’t seem to come to you, so you settle for a hum.

He circles the paddle around the skin between your thigh and cheek and he strikes again, slightly harder. You’re prepared this time around, controlling your sounds by biting your lip. Jongho takes a warm hand to your skin, caressing and soothing the delicious sting.

“How does it feel princess? Tell me,” he urges.

You take a moment to string words together, your brain feeling like mush. “It h-hurts so good.” This makes Jongho smile big.

“Color?” He asks, awaiting your answer before continuing further.

“G-green,” you answer, making him nod in approval.

“Aren’t you a little painslut?” The degrading words make your cheeks heat up, making your pussy throb in arousal. You just groan in response, head spinning.

He switches to your other cheek now, smacking your already bruising skin. “You’re gonna look so beautiful after this my love.” Jongho’s eyes have a sadistic gleam to them, enjoying the pain he’s inflicting upon you.

Your eyes fill up with tears as you feel the continuous strikes against you, and your nose turns runny, creating a humiliating stream of snot down your face. “Oh my god!” You exclaim thickly.

A particular hard hit makes you sob, turning your breaths uneven and ragged. Jongho takes a finger and places it against your clit, making your body jolt in surprise.

“I want you to cum for me one more time baby,” he demands.

Between the stimulation of your bud and the nonstop smacks you can’t help but break. You cum with a guttural moan, body convulsing as Jongho draws out your high.

“There you go, love, let go,” He shushes you gently, calming you down. “Breathe, just like that.”

As soon as the hits from the paddle stop, your body sags down heavily, entirely spent. Jongho lays you down gently, moving to undo all the knots from the rope. He takes great care in caressing your red wrists and chest, sending pleasant shivers down your body.

“I’m so so proud of you baby,” he praises, having gotten rid of the rope now. He gets the soothing cream from the bedside table, applying it gently, making you wince slightly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not the most comfortable feeling.”

Your body feels like jello, as if you have zero control of your limbs. “Hug.” With that single word, Jongho’s heart is filled with so much adoration and love for you. He picks you up with a tender hold, arms wrapping your body.

“You did so unbelievably well princess. Did you enjoy it?” He asks, wanting to know if you enjoyed it as much as he did.

“Jongho, this was probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me.” You say with a soft chuckle. “I felt so safe submitting to you.”

He beams hearing you say that, making him smile in relief, now that he’s sure you enjoyed it all. “I’m so happy that you liked it baby, thank you for trusting me.”

“Now get some sleep, you deserve it my love.”

[mystsee]

sweet encounter ✦ simon ghost riley

✦ content: nsfw, make out, dry humping, clit rubbing, hand jobs, cum play, touch starved, hand kink, bicep adoration, biker!simon, civilian au, no mentions of y/n, tension, a lot of bike content lol, rave.

✦ about: on halloween night, you and your best friend kill time at a local car and bike meet before heading to a rave later. he’s caught up in his car obsession, but for you — it’s all about the bikes.

your attention is drawn to a mysterious man in a skull balaclava, standing over his own bike—one of your favorites. somehow, you end up talking with him, and you…you invite him to a halloween rave with u!

and he - he’ll join you, with you— on his bike.

because he’s not letting a pretty little thing like you, go away.

✦ ✦ ✦

it was halloween tonight, meaning rave night. you and jason, your best friend, absolutely loved that, but what you also both liked? car meets, and tonight, they were both. the good thing is you both knew the later you arrived to the rave, the better. and what better way to kill time than admiring some cars?

well him— for you, it was all about the bikes. they were your absolute obsession for almost a year now. that’s why you always accompanied him to them, you knew there were going to be bikes in here for you to lay your heart full eyes on.

thing is, you admired them, been on them before, but have one? no. the money was the tough part. you dreamed of having one, but the savings don’t get to the goal that fast :(, so for now, admiring them was enough for you.

that’s why you where now perched up on the hood of a car, next to jason, close to the bikes, pretending to be hearing their conversations, but your eyes where focused on the bikes, loving the sounds when they revved the motor, that sound so loud, so commanding, you loved it. you were almost straining your neck for how hard you were looking at the bikes.

your eyes started to wander over the other row of bikes, when suddenly you saw a man, with a mask, a skull mask to be more precise, his huge biceps on the gas tank of the bike, talking to one of his friends, you supposed. he was wearing a black shirt, a simple black t-shirt, making you wonder how the fuck was he not freezing off?

it was just october but the weather has been dropping low very very fast, you loved the cold though, so not that you were complaining, but you were very sensitive to it, hence why you were dressed a bit more covered than him. you were wearing a black knitted short dress with long sleeves that accentuated your waist very nice because it was very tight, over your black warm leggings/tights with fluffy boots.

the dress was not that revealing but you could admit you loved the shape it gave you, it stopped right over the middle of your ass, giving a small glimpse of it, enough to be sexy though. and you made it yourself, especially for when it was cold, because you knew it would keep you warm. you were also wearing a small black scarf because the wind was very chilly and you hated when your face started getting red because of the air.

even though you were wearing all this, you were slightly shivering, yet the mysterious skull mask guy was as if it was summer! you weren’t complaining though, you could see his huge biceps over the tshirt, making you almost drool. they were huge and defined, flexing with the slightest of movement, creating deep lines of muscle.

but then, you realized again where his biceps were over, with his arms crossed over the gas tank of the bike, it was big, the gas tank, snapping you out of your drooling stare of this hot ass man, even though you have not seen his face. you started looking all over his bike, admiring every single detail. it was black, completely black with a matte finish, making it appear almost velvety. the dark chrome accents on the wheels and the bike's fairings were smooth and sculpted, with sharp lines that created a very aggressive dark aesthetic.

the front of the bike had a tall, tinted windscreen, giving it a menacing and intimidating look, just like his owner. it was after all your admiring, you realized…

it was one of your dream bikes. a yamaha r1. making your breath halt for a second. you couldn’t contain the excitement you started feeling, it was the first time you ever saw one in real life! it was so gorgeous, so menacing, so intimidating, you loved it. you were so deep into your adoration, you didn’t realize a certain someone was staring at you as well.

simon was talking to his friends, johnny and keegan. they were bikers like him, making his night rides more enjoying, they were a bit more loose than him though, more social, but he didn’t mind, he liked the feeling of being there.

so when johnny told him there would be a bike meet today on halloween night, and that they would definitely go, he knew he had no saying in it. besides, it was his chance to use his skull balaclava he always used under his helmet in public, with no weird stares on him. it was halloween night after all.

“c’mon lass, pretty girls are probably going to be dressed up tonight there, and you know, the bikes are like a moth to a flame to them” johnny said laughing. “you mean us, johnny” simon was no naive, he knew some women liked the bikers, not the bike itself. not that it bothered him, but he just never reacted to the attention. johnny on the other side, he was more than happy for that, and keegan, well, he was a natural flirt.

that’s why when he felt a certain heated gaze on him, he actually turned his face to find it. why? he didn’t know, his body reacted on his own, and it found you. a mesmerizing sight that captivated him instantly. your features were soft and enchanting, framed by the dim light of the meet, casually sitting your cute ass on top of the hood of a very expensive car. you were lost in thought, eyes roaming over his bike with an intensity that hinted your passion for it.

as you chewed your lower lip in concentration, he felt a heat rising within him, why was he fixated on your lips, so inviting and alluring? it was as if you were completely unaware of his presence, caught up in the beauty of the machine before you, stirring something primal inside him.

and he. couldn’t. look. away.

you kept admiring every single detail of the bike, your heart racing with euphoria at the sight of your dream bike—so close, yet just out of reach. each line, every curve of the bike drew you in deeper, as if nothing else mattered. you took a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the moment, and then, almost instinctively, your gaze shifted upward.

you saw him again —the mysterious man in the skull mask, and you froze. his eyes were already on you, locked in with a focus that sent a wave of heat through your body. there was something about the way he was looking at you—intense, unwavering, as if he was seeing right through you.

his gaze was dark, drawing you in without a word. it wasn’t the car he was admiring—it was you. the depth in his eyes made the air between you crackle with tension, and for a moment, it was as if the world had melted away, leaving only the two of you. you maintained the stare as well, feeling an unexpected thrill building inside you. there was something intoxicating about the silent exchange, and without thinking, you gave him a small, teasing smile—just a subtle curve of your lips.

but the intensity of his gaze was too much for your already racing heart, the heat of it almost overwhelming. after a few seconds of seeing he didn’t react, just stared at your lips, you turned your head away, trying to steady yourself, his eyes still burning into you long after you looked away.

it had been way too long since you'd had any real contact with the opposite gender, making every small interaction feel like something more to your hopeful heart. that’s why you turned back to your friends, taking deep breaths to calm the sudden rush of nerves.

who was this mysterious, sexy-as-hell man, and why did just one look from him have you feeling so undone?

simon kept staring at you, his gaze lingering long after you turned away. and you—you could feel it. his stare burned into your back, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. your heart raced faster, and suddenly, it felt impossibly hot, like the air around you had thickened. since when did it get so hot in here?

“you okay there?” jason asked suddenly, startling you. your mind had drifted to a whole different place after locking eyes with the mysterious man. huh? “what?” you replied, breathless as you turned your head towards him.

“are you okay? your face went red all of a sudden” he teased, laughing under his breath. did he see you?

jason knew all about your obsession with bikes. hell, he was the one who helped fuel it, always taking you to these meets just so you could get close to the machines you loved. sometimes, he even went out of his way to talk to bikers, setting up moments for you to check out their bikes—or better yet, go on them. for that, you were always thankful.

although, he knew you too well. he knew how touch-starved you were, how long you’ve been without loving affection. he’d even spent hours hugging you, just to fill the void you never talked about, all in a friendly way of course, but that didn’t make him any less annoying when someone caught your attention.

“yeah, i’m okay” you said, frowning at jason. he just laughed again, ruffling your hair. what is he on about? was your face really red? you thought the scarf would help with the cold (although you knew it was because of the skull-masked man, and how just a glance from him had made you feel hot and bothered)

your mind drifted back to him again. you decided not to look back—god knew how crazy obsessed you could get with a small crush, and the last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of jason and his friends. one of jason’s buddies sat down next to you and started talking.

“pretty cool, right?” he said. you turned to him, confused as to what he meant. he caught the look in your eyes and chuckled softly. “this, my car” he added, gesturing to where you were sitting. oh. you decided to be playful. “yeah, pretty comfortable” you said with a teasing smile.

he laughed—maybe a bit too much—and shook his head. “ever been on a Lambo?” he asked. you hadn’t, but the truth was, you didn’t really care. cars didn’t do much for you, not like they did for jason. “no, i prefer bikes” you said with a small laugh. his eyebrows shot up. “oh, a biker girl!” he grinned.

that made you exhale a soft breath. “not exactly” you replied, breaking eye contact and glancing around the lot. he nodded, but then from the corner of your eye, you noticed him scoot a little closer, arms crossed. they were almost as big as the skull-masked man’s, but they didn’t compare. not even close.

“hm, a girl like you—pretty and all—must have a boyfriend, right?” he asked, his tone casual but his intent obvious. the subtle question caught you off guard, making you uncomfortable. you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered a little too long, like he was trying to poke your interest.

you shifted in your seat, not liking where the conversation was headed. “no, i’m not really looking for one” you replied quickly, offering a polite but forced smile. it wasn’t that jason’s friends were bad guys, but you had no interest in getting tangled up in one of his friendships. besides , your thoughts were elsewhere—back with the man in the skull mask, who was still on your mind far more than he should’ve been.

he didn’t give up easily, though. the guy leaned in closer, his arm brushing yours, and you instinctively moved to the left, putting more space between you. but it wasn’t just you feeling the shift—simon noticed, oh, he noticed. his gaze hadn’t left you, and he could see the subtle way you edged away, your discomfort clear as the guy inched closer.

simon’s eyes darkened. was he jealous? maybe. he didn’t stop to think about it. his arms uncrossed, and he reached down to the revving area of his bike, his fingers gripping the throttle. without hesitation, he revved the engine—loud, fierce, and sudden. the roar of the bike was deafening, cutting through the chatter and making everyone around nearly jump out of their skin.

the guy next to you flinched, startled by the noise, and quickly pulled back. you couldn’t help but glance at the mysterious skull masked man again, whose eyes were locked now onto you, the rumble of his bike still echoing in the air. you felt your heart race again, but this time, it wasn’t just because of the noise.

he had removed his mask, revealing his god-like face to the world just like that, and damn if it didn’t make your cheeks burn all over again. he was ridiculously handsome—his sharp features, soft blonde hair falling over his eyebrows, and a face that was both dangerously menacing and painfully perfect. gorgeous wasn’t enough of a word for him.

your eyes drifted down to where his hand rested—right over the throttle of his bike. you caught the intense way his gaze flicked toward the guy sitting next to you, did he see all of that? did he purposely rev his bike in that moment? was this some kind of divine timing?

your heart raced, wondering if he had just stepped in to claim his space without a word, and somehow, that only made your pulse quicken more. you were probably being delusional, thinking he revved the engine for you. but then your brain proved you right when his gaze shifted back to you. he noticed you taking in his face, your eyes lingering on every sharp line and feature. and then he smirked—a small, teasing curve of his lips that sent your heart into a frenzy.

when your eyes met his again, he nodded at you. it was subtle but unmistakable. your breath hitched. was he really nodding at you? was this happening? you didn’t respond, too caught up in the shock of the moment. he let go of the throttle, resuming his relaxed stance over the gas tank, but then—casually, confidently—he motioned for you to come over.

it was so effortless, so damn sexy, like he knew exactly the effect he had on you. your face felt like it was on fire, and your heart? it was ready to stop altogether. you froze, completely unsure of what to do. to prove to yourself that he was actually acknowledging you, you raised your finger toward yourself, shaking lightly. you couldn’t help it, this was the most attention you’d had from someone you were possibly attracted to in a long time!

your eyes stayed locked on him when you raised your finger, and he just he nodded again, just as effortlessly as before. you could feel your heart pounding so hard it hurt, a rush of heat rising to your cheeks. what the hell was happening?

as you turned to your best friend, you caught his gaze—his lips curling into a small, teasing smile. “uh, I’ll be right back?” you mumbled, frowning at him, but jason just laughed again, smirking. “yeah! take your time” rolling your eyes, you stood up from the car, walking past him, playfully hitting his arm. “idiot” you muttered, hearing his laughter trail off behind you.

you made your way around the car, and as soon as you did, you locked eyes with the skull man once more. his gaze was still fixed on you, as intense as ever. was he trying to kill you from a heart attack? he knew exactly what he was doing, shamelessly drinking in the sight of you, fully aware of how nervous it was making you.

though he might've thought he was being sleek and mysterious, he wasn’t as subtle as he believed. his friend, keegan, leaned in with a smirk, noticing his behavior “finally something caught your eye, huh?” keegan teased, amusement in his voice. simon, as expected, ignored him, eyes still locked on you.

you walked towards him, your hips swaying with each step. the black knitted dress hugged your waist perfectly, the tight fit emphasizing every curve. the long sleeves and short hemline contrasted beautifully against the black leggings you wore underneath, each step you took seemed to draw simon, your fluffy boots that made your legs look even sexier, making his gaze trailing over you create a heat that made your skin tingle.

you tried to walk faster, but his stare was so intense it felt like it was making your knees weak, and the last thing you needed was to stumble right in front of him. as you got closer, he stood up too, and for the first time, you realized just how tall he was, towering over me for sure you thought. he casually placed his hands on the seat of his bike, waiting for you to reach him. once you were face-to-face, the bike in between you both, the heat between you felt undeniable, and your mind scrambled for something to say. so, you went with the first thing that came to mind, your voice soft and shy, “hi”

the mysterious man grunted softly, his eyes lingering on you just long enough to make your blush deepen before shifting his gaze to the guy who was talking to you before "was he bothering you?" his deep, musky voice hit you like a wave, momentarily distracting you from the situation. but then, a slow, playful smile crept onto your face.

"oh" you said now with a soft smirk on your face "so you did that on purpose" your tone teasing as you shifted your weight, crossing your leg slightly in front of the other. yes, he had definitely done it on purpose, and he wasn't about to deny it.

"had to keep an eye on who was practically eye-fucking my bike" he replied, his deep voice sending warmth coursing through you. damn, that voice was just as hot as the man himself.

seeing that you weren't going to immediately answer, simon tilted his head toward his bike and asked "you like it?" you wanted to scream "i love it!!!” but instead, you played it cool. "it’s nice, very nice, mhm" you nodded, downplaying the fact that it was your number-one dream bike.

but he saw right through you, he could see the glint in your eyes, how bright they were shining while seeing his bike in front of you, it was like a treasure was in front of you, making him feel something in his chest. “yamaha R1” your whispered softly to yourself, pulling him out of his trance. the sound of it caught him off guard, so soft and pretty, and for a moment, it distracted him, were you a biker? his curiosity got the better of him “you have one?”

“what?” you asked, slightly dazed, still captivated by the sight of the bike. “if you have a bike” his deep, soothing voice repeated. “oh! no” you said shaking your head maintaining eye contact. the intensity of his gaze made your heart race, but you kept your cool.

“ever been on one?” he asked.

you nodded, though you’d never been on your dream bike. or actually ride a bike. but he could tell—there was something in your eyes that told him you hadn’t experienced the thrill of a yamaha R1 yet.

“ever been on this one?” his voice was tentative, slow, as if he was carefully gauging your reaction. was he inviting you to go on his bike? “no” you breathed, feeling the weight of the moment.

then you saw him stand up to his full height again, towering over you, looking around briefly before walking to another bike. you watched him pick up a helmet, and your heart nearly stopped oh god you thought internally, as you saw him coming back toward you with it in hand.

he walked back to you, helmet in hand, his eyes still locked on yours. he held it closer to him, the weight of the moment thick between you both.

“wanna take a ride?” his deep, raspy voice was laced with something more—making your pulse quicken. your breath hitched in your throat, and you could feel the tension building. the cool night air suddenly felt warmer as you took in his towering presence, the helmet in his hand, the way his eyes seemed to undress every layer of your hesitation.

just as you were about to nod, feeling your heart race in anticipation, a pair of hands suddenly landed on your shoulders, interrupting the moment. you turned around, eyes wide, and saw jason smiling at him, the masked guy who had captivated your attention. “sorry to interrupt your moment, but we have to get going” jason said, his gaze shifting back to you.

you could feel the moment slipping away. his eyes were still locked on you, his expression unreadable, but that intense gaze was setting your pulse racing again. you could practically feel the heat radiating off him, and something inside of you refused to let this end so abruptly.

you heart pounded, forcing yourself to act, you took a deep breath, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out:

“do you want to go to a rave?”

simon blinked, clearly not expecting that. “a rave?” you bit your lip, eyes flicking between his and the bike as the tension built between you. his gaze felt like a challenge, but you weren’t going to back down. “yeah” you shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “we were killing time here before it starts, it’s halloween themed”

jason chimed in, cutting through the tension, “you could bring your homies too” he said, grinning at simon. it was then you noticed two other guys standing nearby, their gazes locked onto simon with knowing smiles. you glanced at them quickly, feeling the heat of the moment, and turned back to him, your heart racing faster than ever. “yes!” you added, nodding enthusiastically to him, trying to keep your cool but also desperate for him to agree.

his friends exchanged glances, smirking like they knew something you didn’t. him, however, remained silent for a few moments longer, his eyes still fixed on you. you swore you saw the tiniest smirk twitch at the corner of his lips.

finally, he straightened up, giving a slow, deliberate nod. “alright” he said, his voice low and smooth, like he was deciding on more than just a party. “let’s go” you couldn't contain the smile that stretched across your face when his next words came out in that deep, sexy tone, “on my bike.”

you heart practically exploded in your chest as you crossed your arms over yourself, trying to keep it together but feeling giddy inside. “we’ll follow you” you said, turning back to jason, who was watching the whole interaction with an amused look on his face.

jason grinned, raising an eyebrow. "alright, alright," he said, giving you a playful nudge "it’s your lucky day" he whispered to you, and you playfully smacked jason in the arm as he walked toward what you assumed were his friends. but just as you were about to turn away, a sudden realization hit you—you didn’t know his name.

you quickly turned back to him, only to find his eyes already on you, watching, waiting. your heart skipped again. “what’s your name?” his lips twitched slightly into that teasing smirk you were beginning to recognize. “simon” he replied, his voice deep, low.

your repeated his name softly, almost testing how it felt on your tongue, making something stir deep inside him. what the hell was this feeling? he glanced over his shoulder at johnny and keegan, who were now laughing loudly with jason, clearly up to something ridiculous.

“do you think they’d like to come to the rave?” you asked, your smile warm. he chuckled this time, his arm leaning lazily on the gas tank of his bike “i’d tell you they weren’t them if they said no right now.” his voice was smooth, teasing, and just a little wicked.

"hmmm" you responded softly, laughing under your breath. simon noticed how your eyes drifted towards the helmet sitting on the seat, a flicker of curiosity in your gaze. "you’ll be using mine" simon said, not breaking eye contact with your for even a second. a playful smile crept onto your face.

"johnny usually takes people on rides around here when he comes, so he usually brings and extra helmet with him, i don't usually do that..." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. you couldn’t help but smile, the thought that this moment was something rare for him. “so you’re saying i get to wear the 'special' helmet?” you teased, your heart fluttering at the thought.

you caught a glimpse of the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "mhm" he replied, the tension between you thickening 1000x higher.

“ok!” you replied, smiling as a gust of wind swept by, causing you to shiver and instinctively cross your arms. simon grabbed his gloves and mask, and your gaze fixated on the bone design on his gloves. “what’s your costume?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“a ghost” he replied, his deep voice sending a thrill through you. “nice” you said, nodding, “what’s your’s?” he asked “you’ll see when we get there” you said smiling, but your attention was drawn away from him as you watched him put on his gloves. the way his fingers slid into the fabric was mesmerizing; the veins on his hands were pronounced, running along his forearms…

as he tightened the straps around his wrists, the muscles in his forearms flexed slightly, drawing your attention to how sexy he looked. you could almost imagine those hands gripping the handlebars of the bike, controlling the machine with an ease that sent shivers down your spine.

you were pulled from your daydream by your best friend’s voice. “i’ll see you on the curb, so you can follow me,” he called, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he walked away.

you blinked, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of simon as you turned your attention back to him. he was putting on his mask, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him preparing to ride. the way his jawline was defined beneath the mask only heightened your attraction, making you wonder just how intense he would look when he revved up that powerful bike.

you glanced at the bike, then back at simon, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts as he finished adjusting his mask. his gaze locked onto yours, sending a wave of heat through your body. he didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“so, you ready to ride?” his deep voice cut through the cool night air, the words dripping with a casual confidence that made your heart skip a beat, feeling the weight of his stare. “yeah” you managed to say, your voice a little shakier than you intended. “think you can handle me?”

he tilted his head slightly, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask, he then laughed softly and said “c’mon” he murmured, his voice low and smooth signaling you with his head to go near him, making your heart flutter.

you were about to ride your dream bike with a hot ass hell man.

truth is, you’ve been on bikes, yet never actually ride one, so you were scared that perhaps you could crush his ribs while hanging on to him. simon glanced up at you and gave a subtle nod, his eyes never leaving yours. he reached for his helmet resting on the bike and held it in his large hands, the gesture simple but somehow sexy. you felt your stomach flutter as he motioned for you to come closer, offering to help you put it on.

you stepped forward, heart pounding as the space between you closed. his hands were steady, but you could sense the tension in the air as he lifted the helmet. his eyes flicked up to yours again, holding your gaze, your doe eyes staring up at him, and in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. the intensity of his stare, so focused, so penetrating, made your breath catch.

without a word, simon brought the helmet over your head, his fingers grazing your hair as he gently pulled it down. the warmth of his hands against your neck sent shivers through you. his touch lingered a second longer than necessary, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

you looked up through the space that was between the visor, meeting his eyes once more. his face was still masked, but the heat of his gaze was undeniable. his fingers lingered near your chin as he fastened the strap, and for a second, you wondered if he could feel the way your pulse raced beneath his touch.

"comfortable?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, barely able to speak, your mind spinning from the proximity and the tension that hung between you. simon gave a satisfied grunt, his fingers brushing your cheek before pulling away. he then proceeded to grab a black hoodie that was draped over his seat and put it on. the air felt heavy, electric, as he stood back and mounted the bike, waiting for you to join him.

as you reached out to take his hand, your other hand found its way to his broad shoulder, fingertips brushing the back of his neck in the subtlest caress. that sent a shiver through him, and it made you smile inwardly, knowing that you had affected him in some way.

you swung your leg over the bike, still holding his hand, your fingers continued to trace along the line of his neck, trying to grab onto his shoulder. once you were seated, you released his hand and instinctively placed your other hand on his right shoulder, feeling the solid muscle beneath your palm. the warmth of his body was intoxicating, and your touch lingered just a bit too long, feeling the curve of his shoulder.

simon suddenly grabbed both of your hands with surprising swiftness. his large hands were firm but gentle as he pulled your arms around his waist, securing you tightly against him. the move was so unexpected that your breath hitched, and your heart raced as you realized just how close you were now.

you could feel his abs through the fabric of his hoodie, firm and defined beneath your fingertips as they rested against his toned stomach. the contact sent a warm, electric sensation through your body. the intensity of being this close to him, feeling every muscle ripple beneath your hands, was overwhelming.

"it’s safer like this” he said, his voice deeper-so much deeper-or was it just you? the timbre of it sent a shiver down your spine, and you could swear you heard the subtle strain in his voice.

it been a long time since anyone had touched him like this, and the sensation of your arms wrapped around his waist, your fingers brushing against his abs, was driving him wild inside. his mind raced, the heat between you two intensifying the longer your hands stayed on him, the feeling of your breath on his back, the softness of your touch-it all made him feel as temperature had suddenly skyrocketed.

with a slight pause, simon untangled one of his hands from yours and grabbed johnny’s helmet from the bike. he slid it over his head, the completely black helmet fitting perfectly. although it was identical to his, minus a few stickers, there was something about the way he wore it that made your pulse quicken.

as he adjusted it in place, you couldn't help but think how damn good he looked in it. simon lowered his visor, the tinted glass sliding down with a soft click. the darkened shield made him look even more mysterious and, somehow, more attractive. his gaze through the visor felt even more intense, and your heart raced, caught up in this moment.

he glanced back at you briefly, his deep voice cutting through the soft rumble of the bike “better lower yours too, unless you want the wind to freeze your eyelashes off.” a playful smile tugged at your lips, and with a quick nod, you reached up and lowered your visor, feeling the protective shield settle into place.

simon then turned his attention back to the bike, and with one swift motion, he hit the ignition. the engine roared to life beneath you, sending vibrations through the seat and up your legs, making your pulse quicken. then he revved the engine, and the sound was absolutely intoxicating. the growl of the yamaha was almost primal, echoing through the chilly night air and sending a thrill straight to your core.

it was music to your ears, and the power you could feel humming beneath you only added to the excitement. simon gave the throttle another squeeze, and the bike purred in response. simon reached back, his gloved hand covering yours gently, a solid and reassuring touch. he turned his head just slightly, his voice coming through the helmet, muffled but clear “hold tight” he said, letting you know he was about to take off.

you nodded, giving his waist a gentle squeeze in response, your fingers curling a bit more around him. simon felt the subtle increase in pressure, and unexpectedly, a flutter ran through him—a sensation he hadn’t felt in ages. he swallowed, trying to brush off the feeling, but the warmth of your hands on him was impossible to ignore.

your heart was racing in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but press closer, feeling the toned muscle of his abdomen beneath your hands. and with that, he gave a final rev of the engine, the sound rumbling around you both like a heartbeat, before smoothly taking off to the highway.

a minute later you saw johnny and keegan beside you both. once in a while johnny would veer just slightly to the side, pulling off a daring wheelie before smoothly dropping back down. you couldn’t help but laugh at the show of it, the rush in your chest from excitement, the thrill of being part of this group.

simon must have heard you because he briefly reached a hand back, giving your hands a quick squeeze over his waist. that had you feeling butterflies, sending a warmth through you that even the cool night air couldn’t shake. his hand felt strong and solid.

a few minutes later, he turned his head slightly, and over the hum of the bike and the wind, you could just make out his voice. “you alright back there?” he asked, his tone deeper and smooth, carrying a hint of a grin. you nodded eagerly, tightening your grip around his waist, and you heard a low chuckle in response. “you want to go a little faster?” he asked, and you could hear the excitement in his voice, like he wanted to share that extra thrill with you. you nodded again excitedly.

he revved the engine, the sound a low, powerful growl, and with a twist of the throttle, you shot forward, the speed building as the world blurred around you. the lights on the road became a streak, and the wind was relentless against you, pushing with each mile.

but you loved it—loved the exhilarating, almost overwhelming sensation of it all, as though every sense was heightened. the rush filled your body, and you pressed even closer to simon, feeling the heat radiate from him and the solid line of his back beneath your hands.

simon kept one hand on the throttle but every so often he’d shift just slightly, his hand finding yours, his fingers brushing softly over your gloves as he gave you another gentle squeeze. you knew he was keeping an eye on you even when you couldn’t see his face.

the bike leaned and curved as simon navigated with precision, each tilt bringing you even closer. when he turned his head slightly to ask “how’re you holding up?” you didn’t trust your voice to answer, so you only nodded, cheeks flushed beneath the helmet. he chuckled again, that low sound vibrating through him.

every second on that bike was filled with excitement and tension, your hands gripping his waist as he maneuvered through the night. the rumble of the engine pulsed under you, making you feel every vibration as the world blurred around you in streaks of light and shadow.

you were pressed close to him, feeling the strength in his back, the warmth of him right there, steady and in control. every shift of his weight, every curve he leaned into, had you tightening your hold, getting lost in the ride and in him.

so lost in the moment, you didn’t even realize you’d arrived until he began to slow down. you blinked, taking in the familiar surroundings, wondering how he’d even spotted jason. he glanced back, his voice amused, “looks like the party has started”

he could tell immediately—the ground seemed to hum beneath them with the heavy bass thumping from below. the rave was hidden underground, somewhere beneath this abandoned lot, it was dark and slightly eerie, with shadows cast by only a few scattered lights, but there was an allure to it all, an edge.

the muffled beat of hard techno echoed up from underfoot, sending vibrations through the air, powerful and alive. as you looked around, you felt that pulse within you. with a lingering squeeze, you slowly let your fingers slip from his waist, moving them up to rest on his shoulders as you carefully swung one leg over the bike. once on solid ground, you turned back to face him, lifting the visor with a small gesture, silently asking for his help to remove the helmet. simon’s hands came up, fingers brushing lightly along your neck as he gently lifted the helmet off.

“thank you” you said, still catching your breath. extending your hand to him, you added with a playful look, “ready for the party?” “i’m still waiting to see your costume” he teased.

you reached into your bag and pulled out a mask—it has a cute pink nose, two black crosses over the eyes, and two pink heart shapes near the top, the smile is wide and creepy, it looks like a creepy clown mask, eerie enough to match the underground vibe of the rave.

his eyebrows lifted in surprise as you held it up with a mischievous smile. you slipped the mask over your face, grinning under the cover. “think i make a good match for a ghost?” you asked playfully. simon smirked, tilting his head slightly as he looked you over. “a cute clown, huh?” he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “just wait till i get that mask off you.”

you felt a thrill at his words, a teasing smile spreading across your lips. “oh, is that so?” you replied, leaning in just a bit closer, “you’ll have to catch me first before you can get my mask off.” you turned on your heel, the sound of the party’s pulsing bass echoing behind you, leaving him with the challenge of following you into the rave. you thought you were quick, but before you knew it, simon was right beside you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him.

the heat radiating from his body sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling exhilarated by his touch. what he didn’t see was the mischievous grin spreading across your face as you quickly grabbed the fake knife from your backpack. in a swift motion, you turned around, bashing it playfully against his neck. “careful ghost” you exclaimed, your heart racing with excitement.

he raised an eyebrow underneath his balaclava, “is that how you treat a ghost, huh?” he challenged, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this little game as much as you were. you kept the knife pressed lightly against his neck, “just making sure you know who’s in charge” you teased, your voice low and playful as you stepped back, releasing him from your grip.

simon chuckled, clearly entertained, his eyes sparkling with challenge. “yes ma’am” he replied, stepping closer again, his intense gaze never leaving yours. with a mischievous grin, you turned on your heel, leading him toward the entrance of the underground rave. the heavy bass vibrated through the ground, you bounded down the stairs, your heart racing with anticipation, glancing back to make sure simon was following. he fell into step beside you, the energy between you palpable as you joined your best friend, jason, at the bottom of the stairs.

the rave unfolded before you. the strobe lights danced wildly against the dark walls, the sound of hard techno filled the air, thumping in time with your heartbeat. colorful lights flickered against the walls, people wore everything from elaborate fairy wings to ghoulish faces, and your eyes danced over the vibrant outfits, taking in the energy of the night. you caught glimpses of masks—some sparkly, some terrifying—and a few partygoers twirled glow sticks. the atmosphere was charged with excitement, and you felt a surge of adrenaline.

turning back, you spotted simon’s friends, johnny and keegan, near the front of the dance floor, clearly ready to dive into the party. they animatedly discussed something, laughter erupting between them as they adjusted their own masks. you felt simon’s presence behind you, he kept a hand on yours, guiding him through the crowd. you pulled him along, your fingers interlaced with his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. as you reached johnny and keegan, the energy around you intensified. the music shifted into a heavier beat, and without thinking, you started to sway your hips, feeling the rhythm pulse through your body. simon’s hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. you glanced back at him, and the heat in his eyes made your heart race.

“dance with me?” you teased, feeling daring as you leaned into him, your back brushing against his front. he smirked, leaning down slightly so his lips brushed against your ear, his voice low and inviting. you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, the crowded room faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of connection. you turned to face him, the lights flashing, casting shadows over his balaclava.

as you danced, you leaned into him more, feeling the hard planes of his body pressed against you, every twist and turn bringing you closer. the atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and you felt an overwhelming urge to close the distance. you leaned in, letting your breasts brush against him, sending sparks of electricity crackling through the air. simon pulled you even closer when he felt your soft breasts on his chest, he wanted to lick them, kiss them, bite your nipples, he was feeling as nasty as you.

the music pulsed around you, and as you swayed closer to simon, you felt him pull you even nearer. you could feel his hardness poke your thighs, making you unconsciously rub your thigh over his cock. his fingers dug gently into the fabric of your dress, sending a thrill through you. "is it getting a hot in here?" simon murmured, his voice low and teasing, laced with a playful laugh.

his breath brushed against your cheek, igniting butterflies in your stomach. you let out a breathy laugh, leaning in slightly as you responded "maybe it's just you, i’m perfectly cool." he smirked, that trademark smirk that made your heart skip. "oh really? because it feels like there's a lot of heat radiating from you." his fingers danced along your side, the touch electric. you shivered at the sensation, your body instinctively leaning closer, almost touching. "what can i say? the music has me feeling a certain way."

as the beat dropped, simon stepped even closer, his body aligning perfectly with yours. his hands roamed your back, pulling you in so that there was no space in between you both, and the space between your lips narrowed, the masks pressing against each other in an intimate embrace.

"simon..." you breathed, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement coursing through you.

"just trust me" he murmured, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. the temptation to close the distance was overwhelming, every instinct telling you to lean in and feel his kiss, even with the masks in the way. "are you always this forward?" you teased, trying to keep the playful banter alive, even as your heart raced. "only when i’m around someone who drives me crazy" he shot back, his eyes smoldering with intensity.

you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "well, i’m about to drive you even crazier”

"why?" he asked, his voice low and filled with desire. "i need to go to the bathroom”

“seriously?” he chuckled, clearly amused by your sudden change in mood.

“yeah, but i can’t go alone in this crowd. it’s like a maze in here!” simon smirked, tilting his head slightly. “then i’ll go with you. can’t let a pretty thing like you navigate this place by yourself, can i?”

“mhm” you nodded, your heart fluttering at the thought of being so close to him even on the way to the bathroom. “let’s go then” he replied, his hand finding yours again, fingers intertwining as he led you through the crowd. when you reached the bathroom door, simon pushed it open, revealing a chaotic mix of people coming and going. without hesitation, he pulled you inside, guiding you toward a secluded stall.

the cramped space felt intimate, and you were acutely aware of his presence in front of you. he pressed you against the bathroom door, your bodies close enough that you could almost feel his heartbeat, the sound of the music faded slightly, replaced by the sound of your own racing heart. he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, but you couldn't wait anymore. "take it off” you said, almost begging, the urgency in your voice palpable. you needed him closer, to feel every inch of him.

without hesitation, he tugged at his mask, pulling it up to his nose, revealing his full lips and that handsome smile that made your heart race, and before you could think, you pushed your own mask up and off your head, letting it fall to the floor. in an instant, his lips were on yours, soft yet very demanding, igniting a fire deep within you. the kiss was hungry, filled with the tension that had been building between you all night. you could taste the sweetness of the moment, the thrill of being hidden away in this small space, lost in each other.

his lips moved against yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. his mouth was warm and inviting, intensifying the moment. as you leaned into him, you felt his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer, making every inch of your bodies connect. there was a sweet urgency, deepening the kiss, letting your own hands wander up to his hair under his balaclava, fingers threading through his soft strands, his own mask joining yours on the floor.

with each gentle tug, he coaxed you to lose yourself in the moment, and you did. you could feel the stubble on his chin brush against your skin, adding a delicious friction that sent waves of desire course through you.

he slipped his tongue out, teasingly tracing your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. the sensation sent a rush of warmth through your entire body. you instinctively responded, your tongue meeting his both tentative and eager. the intoxicating mix of sweet breath and the faint hint of his cologne enveloped you, making you crave more. you could feel him smile against your lips, the thrill of the moment making it all the more intoxicating. your hands slid down to his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath your fingertips. you pulled him even closer, deepening the connection between you, feeling his heartbeat quicken in sync with yours.

as the kiss deepened, simon slid his thigh between your legs, pressing it gently against you. the sensation sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your body, igniting every nerve. you gasped softly against his mouth, the unexpected move heightening the moment. you instinctively rolled your hips forward, craving more of that delicious friction. the way he pressed closer, his thigh snug against you, felt intoxicating, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and you were entirely at his mercy.

you needed him closer, pressing hard against him, rubbing your pussy like a dog over his clothed thigh, this was no longer just a kiss-it was a primal need, the desire to connect with him burning within you. "fuck!" you clung to him tighter, fingers gripping his shoulders as you humped his leg, moaning over his lips “that’s a good girl” that alone made you moan so loud you knew people could make an idea of what was happening inside.

he took the hint and started to trace his hand over your left thigh, edging ever so closely to your most private area. you took the chance and opened your legs even wider for him, and immediately grabbed his hand, guiding it over your leggings, the only thing instructing were your leggings. “eager?” simon’s husky voice whispered over your ear. you could only nod.

it wasn't enough to be this close to him, you craved more; you craved him. without warning, simon dipped his hand inside your leggings, feeling your wetness coat his fingers as you moved to meet his movements.

"holy shit" simon breathed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine, causing goosebumps to appear all over your arms. “couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go away” he practically moaned on your ear. with steady movements, simon began to massage your clit. his other hand remained on the edge of your hips, allowing him control over your positioning. as his grip tightened, so too did his attention shift. suddenly, you were no longer playing a game. "oh my god..." you bit your lip as he began to circle your clit with lightning speed.

“it’s only normal for me” he pinched your clit “to return the favor to who was eye-fucking my bike” he rubbed even faster now your pussy. you nodded, moaning at the same time “did you like riding my bike?” simon said to you, getting off on the idea of you and his bike, you tried to respond but you couldn't due to the amount of moaning. “shhh” simon put his hand over your lips “i know you loved it, pretty girl” he was now lowering your leggings to your thighs

“but that’s for me to know only baby” your moans were so pretty for random people hearing them so freely, he wanted to be the only one hearing them. your bare pussy was now for his eyes to admire “let me make you feel good yes?

his right hand reached your breast, you weren’t wearing a bra, just a top to cover your chest, so the moment his hand met your nipple, you almost orgasmed on the spot. it had been so long since someone touched you like this :(

soon he was rubbing it back and forth, your eyes closed as you succumbed to the sensation of his touch, you felt as though your entire being were coming alive. at the same time you saw him lower his sweats to his thighs like you, even the boxers, so immediately you caught his cock springing free, and it was so erect it looked like it hurt. you started to rub his cock with such delicatessen, simon could feel his orgasm approaching. "it feels like forever since i’ve done anything like this" he said.

your heavy breaths gave away your state of excitement. he released your nipple and used both hands to continue massaging you “you’re not the only one” he moved his head closer, leaning forward to begin licking and nibbling at your neck, biting on your shoulders "give me your hand" he spoke, asking you permission to go even further.

you didn't hesitate in handing your right hand over to him; you released his cock slowly, your thumb rubbing his tip making him almost double over from the pleasure “fuck” simon moaned sweetly over your ears. you let out a soft moan as he grasped your wrist, placing it over your very aroused pussy, he gathered all your juices in your hand and raised to his lips.

he tasted your sweet nectar, moaning from the taste, he literally was kissing your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. he then proceeded to guide your hand over his cock again, you felt all the veins throbbing, its thickness feeling incredible in your palm. you coated all your juices over his cock.

his other hand returned to work on your clit, circling it again, holding you open, you felt his other hand open your pussy up to him, all spread out, and you were completely vulnerable to him.. you could feel his fingertips touching your opening, looking at him with your big doe eyes begging him for release. his fingers slide past your labia, filling the entire space, and he looks directly into your eyes as he pinched your clit with his other hand.

the need to satisfy your desires overwhelms your mind, clouding everything else. you whisper quietly into his ear "please", as if answering your plea, he released your clit, his other hand keeping your pussy opened up for him. he proceeded to take your hand grabbing his cock, softly lowering it to his fingers on your pussy “keep yourself open f’me, yes?” he said huskily to you, and like a good girl, you did just that.

you saw him grab his cock, looking so big and erect, and brought it closer to your pussy, and like heaven, the tip of his cock reached your clit. he slid the head of his cock, once, twice, keeping his hand on the base. the length of his cock made contact with your soaked folds, sliding along every inch of your slit. you couldn't contain the sounds escaping your mouth. it was too much, every time he slid it, he reached your opening, almost sliding inside you, but always stopping short of going in.

one deep thrust after another. each glide brings your ever-increasing need for him closer and closer. he moved his cock again to your clit, holding it over it “feels good?” he said while thrusting his hips to yours, making the head of his cock rub your clit deliciously.

you answered him by grinding onto his cock like there was no tomorrow, matching his rhythm perfectly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. you wrapped your arms tightly around him, refusing to let go until you came with a sense of desperation that built up from nowhere, he responded, holding you close and kissing you back fiercely. you moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hard cock pressed between your legs, sliding effortlessly against your dripping wet pussy.

the overwhelming feelings broke loose. your breathing became ragged as your climax overtook you, your body shuddering violently from the intense waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

at the same time, you could feel his hand gripping your thigh tighter as his movements became more erratic. you knew what that meant. he pulled himself away from your body, his dick twitching wildly as he came all over your thighs. his face contorted in bliss as his orgasm swept through him, finally releasing the pent-up tension.

the two of you remained still for a moment, basking in the aftermath of what just happened. only when he regained some composure did he look down to notice the mess he'd created, his load spreading across your skin like sticky paint. "oops" he said sheepishly. despite the thoughtless action, you couldn't help but smile

you brought your fingers to your slit, feeling all his semen over you, and slowly gathered it on your fingers. you kept your eyes on simon as you brought them to your lips, and licked it, one by one. the act wasn't lost on simon, seeing your beautiful, slutty actions, drove him wild with desire. you smiled at him knowing exactly what you were doing.

once you finished cleaning his load on your fingers, simon immediately went for your mouth, his tongue all over yours, tasting himself on you, you moaned over the kiss and grabbed his shoulders, steadying yourself.

his hand ran through your hair, playing with the tangles, before wrapping itself around the back of your head. once he had control of your head, he tilted it slightly, revealing the tender skin of your neck. he whispered something hot in your ear, his voice barely audible over the music, "this isn’t over, yet"

you smiled sweetly at him and shaked your head breathless and warm, as his fingers brushed softly along your neck. with a playful tug, he pulled your leggings up, his touch gentle yet firm, sending a shiver down your spine.

looking into his eyes, you whispered, "good, because i don’t want this to be over." he smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. his hand caressed your waist softly, lingering there as if he never wanted to let go. you knew this was just the beginning,

after all, the best things often happen unexpectedly.

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✦ a.n: phew, i’m ovulating as you can tell….

anyways, quite late to the halloween party but i finally finished the fic 😋

did i write this fic, because i, in real life i have a hot as hell neighbor (whom i haven’t seen his face yet) that rides a bike and has stalked my house thrice because i smiled at him once and is probably joe goldberg 2.0, but everytime he passes my house he revs his bike so beautifully?

yes, yes i did, sue me 😩

may this fic manifest him for me 💖 (i’m delusional bye love you all, see you in a year LMAOO)

[eirakairos]

Rendezvous Chapter 6

Summary: It has been a couple of months since you returned to the city with Sylus and your daughter. He got everything prepared, all he needed was your approval.

A/N: Thank you so much for tuning in to Rendezvous! This took a while as I was busy for the holidays. It was slow at first, but the spirit of the holidays and 4 hours of classical music made my brain cells work lol

I was planning this would be the last chapter story-wise, maybe a couple of separate side stories in the future. Maybe some drabbles about the vacation, the wedding, or the honeymoon!

Tags: a bit fluff and comfort, MC is a mother, and Sylus and her have a daughter!, pulling heartstrings if you knew about the context esp the myth, Sylus is a girl dad hands down, traveling

It has been a couple of months since you returned to the city with Sylus and your daughter. He is glad that everything is smooth. His daughter is settling in nicely in N109 Zone while you are back working in the Hunter’s Association, but it is remote office work. You return to Linkon for a week, appearing to Tara and other colleagues. It was a joyous reunion as they cannot believe you survived after all those years. Tara was beyond excited about finally meeting your daughter, teasing that she looks more like Skye than you. 

Meanwhile, Skye was amused, watching them from his VIP room. After all, the cafe where you decided to meet them was his. They respected your decision not to return as a Deepspace hunter but offered an office job opening since they can consider your condition if you decide to go for it. Sylus gave you the liberty to do so, despite stating that you don’t have to work that hard anymore because he will take care of everything.

“Why is Mama not with us?” his daughter asked. The waiter served pasta and wine for Sylus, while his daughter got a sandwich and a peach drink.

“She is going to meet her friend Tara today, girl’s day and all,” he responded. “Then, why are we here in the cafe?” she asked. Sylus hummed and patted her head. “Very inquisitive, my daughter,” She looked at him, he seemed to be a bit nervous. “We are here because…” Her father pulls out a black box and places it on the table. She gasped. “As my daughter, I would like to ask your permission, to marry your mother,” Your daughter opened the box and it was a ring of a red gem with a black band surrounded by diamonds. “That day… I was going to spend a long vacation with her and ask her hand in marriage,” he said, remembering that fateful event. “Then I lost you two, now that you’re here, I think it's time to pick up the loose ends,”

“Papa,” Your daughter said in a serious tone. “Just marry Mama! Of course, I’m happy for you two!” Sylus blinked and chuckled. He was a bit nervous the whole day because he was not sure what his daughter thought, he still had yet to know her more. “I only wish Mama and you get married faster!” He chuckled again. “Well, that is if your Mama will say yes and if she wants to,” he said. Your daughter was confused. “Papa, of course, she will say yes. Do you want to marry her already?” Sylus shook his head, it's like dealing with a mini kitten. “Of course, sweetie. If I can marry her the next day after the proposal, I would,” he followed. “Papa, you’re just nervous,” The little girl giggled. “Thank you for the encouragement,” he said, patting her head again. She looks at the ring. “This is the ring before getting married, right, Papa?” she asked. “Yes, an engagement ring. We don’t have wedding rings yet,” he said. “She has to say yes first,”

“Oh! What if I do the rings, Papa?” she asked excitedly. “What do you mean?” he said. “I’ll draw and maybe find someone to make it! Or I’ll choose a good one! Don’t worry, Mama will let me!” She said proudly. Sylus just smiled at his daughter’s enthusiasm. It would also give a deeper meaning, sealed in matrimony till death and the next under their daughter’s hand.

“After our lunch, we will be out today,” Sylus said. “Where are we going?” you asked. “Our daughter asked to go to the mall today. Maybe she wanted new books to read, might as well use this for us to shop as well,”

Your daughter is amazed once again by how luxurious the mall is. It is big and has a lot of nice food and things to offer. Sylus opened his wallet, you saw that the photo in his wallet was a sonogram. You gasped quietly as he turned to you and handed over his black card. “Here, buy whatever you like. Luke and Kieran already have my other card for her,” he looks at the little girl, having fun with the twins as they accompany her. You hold the black card, knowing this is virtually limitless in amount but you notice something else. “That sonogram…” You pointed out his wallet. Sylus blinked and looked at it. “I learned about it from the medical file Luke and Kieran found. It was the only item I had about her,” he responded. He held onto that photo for many years and it did reward him. You smiled. “We can take a photo in a studio or a photobooth together. You can put it beside it,”

You looked at Sylus. He couldn’t stop looking at his wallet. They had just had a photoshoot with their daughter and he now has a new photo beside the sonogram, a solo picture of her. You felt your heart swell in him being happy looking at it as you two are resting in a cafe.

“I hope our little one is enjoying herself,” You said. You missed shopping, but you see the high prices everywhere. Sylus keeps insisting that you get them if you fancy them. “I feel she would like going to a place like a bookstore than in clothes,” he said, making you smile. Sylus shifted, looking serious as he held your hand. “Kitten, I… I would like to bring you somewhere nice. Treat it as a couple's vacation,” he followed. You are surprised, you do want to spend time with him alone, after years of being away from each other. But you remembered your daughter.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placing his hand on top of yours. Our daughter did agree. Luke and Kieran will take care of her… After our trip, we will go with her to another place, and she can choose wherever.” Sylus looked at you; there was a glimmer that he hoped you’d agree.

“Well, okay. This is our first vacation after years,” you said. “Let’s just enjoy it, alright? You deserve it the most,” Sylus said. It is also his first vacation since your disappearance. He got everything prepared, all he needed was your approval.

Now, all is set.

“No sweets after 8 PM alright?” You reminded your daughter. You are at the door giving reminders while Sylus is getting the car ready. “Do call me for emergencies and-”

“Mama, you told me this ten times already! Just enjoy your vacation with Papa, I’ll be alright here with Uncle Luke and Kieran,” You sighed but smiled. This is also the first time that you’ll leave your daughter.

“Alright,” you hugged your daughter and kissed her forehead. Sylus followed and did the same. “We won’t be long, sweetie, I feel a week will be fast at your pace,” he said. He then looked at the twins and nodded. The twins nodded back, alerted, an order to guard her at all costs.

The three waved as Sylus drove away. As the car was in the far distance, the three got excited. “Oh, I hope Missus says yes!”

“She will, you dummy!”

“Yeah! Mama is obviously in love with Papa!” Your daughter crossed her arms, pouting at them. “Okay, time to do our secret wedding plan!”

You are in the private jet with Sylus, you two have been traveling for almost two hours now. You are feeling a bit nervous again as your maternal instincts occupy your thoughts. “Kitten, I can hear your thoughts. Our daughter is fine, I’ll make sure of it,” Sylus said. You smiled at his reassurance. “Sorry, I… I know that,” you replied. “Where are we going anyway?” Sylus gestured for you to look out the window. You did as follows and saw an island. “We’re going to this island?!” You looked in amazement and shock. You heard of this island before, many years ago, you wanted to go here because you heard it is a hidden gem amongst the other getaway islands. You remembered you mentioned it to Sylus at some time many years ago. Your mood completely shifted as you were excited, the view of the island was getting closer as the jet would land soon.

After landing, you are like a little kid, giggling and smiling. You two are being welcomed warmly by the staff, as Sylus lets them carry the luggage. You’re not used to this kind of treatment as Sylus’ hand went to your shoulder. “Sweetie, just enjoy being on your island. We can go on many adventures if you want,” You blinked and looked at him. “What do you mean “your island”?” you said. Sylus walked ahead of you to go to the limousine. “Sylus!” you ran to get to him. “What do you mean by that?!” you huffed. “It’s your island,” he said as he looked down at you. “I… What?!” you stuttered. You’re unable to comprehend what you just heard, this island, this entire island, is yours. “I bought it for you many years ago,” he replied. You just blinked as he guided you to the car, being speechless in the revelation. “How?! Why?! An island?!” you yelled. Sylus rolled his eyes and was irritated but in a teasing way. He poked your forehead before going inside the car. “Because you desired it,”

You still can’t get over that Sylus bought this island, especially since it is for you. You arrive at the resort, which is very lavish. You’re still not used to the special treatment as you shyly follow Sylus to the suite. A few guests are in the lobby using the resort's amenities; they seem very esteemed. You gasp when you see the suite. It is intricate and huge; it looks like a small house already. You ran and looked around the suite like a little kid, amazed at the amenities and the small kitchen where you can cook food. Sylus is amused, feeling a bit of pride that you are enjoying.

“Kitten,” you stopped and turned around as Sylus walked closer and ruffled your hair. “You can use all of the facilities, do pamper yourself before our dinner tonight,”

After that long travel, you used the jacuzzi to relax your nerves. You hear the faint noise of the violin being played in the study room, as Sylus plays music while doing some work. You felt your body relax by the warm water and bubbles beneath you.

“Care for me to join?” you gasped a little and looked behind Sylus with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You blushed in response to his perfectly formed body despite him getting older, trying not to slap yourself so that you don’t need to blush that much in seeing him naked, you two have a child already! You nodded gently as he chuckled and walked towards you. You looked away as you felt the water splash and a heavier body presence was beside you. “Still shy, kitten?” he whispered. “It’s only been a while, but nothing changed between us, is that correct?” He followed. You peeked at him, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Your thoughts wander, and you are surprised that nothing sensual has happened between Sylus and you since he found you, maybe he is waiting for you to adjust. You smiled that he was understanding. But it seemed to be a long while indeed. You leaned onto his shoulder as an answer. He hummed, wrapped his arm around your waist, and lifted you to his lap. You squeaked, you thought that he would just put his arm there. “Sylus!”

“Kitten…” He said with his deep voice. His head went to your shoulder. “Just… Let me recharge,” he followed. He was busy the past week, maybe finishing some of his deals before going out on vacation with you. You let the gentle water soothe you both as he seemed to have fallen asleep, he was that tired, you thought. You kissed him on the forehead.

“Thank you, my beloved, for everything,”

You let Sylus rest as you wandered around the island. The staff gladly takes you to a boutique to buy a dress for dinner tonight. As usual, you are surprised by the prices, but the dresses are so pretty. The staff recognized you and assisted instantly, probably Sylus gave an order to them. After roaming the store, you saw a nice short red dress in the corner. It reminded you of Sylus because of the black streaks around the waist. You tried it on and wowed yourself as you twirled around in the fitting room. You go around to get accessories and shoes, especially those black heels with few diamonds, what you love the most is the red bottoms of the shoes.

You then went to a salon to get your hair, nails, and makeup done. You were surprised that it was all paid for, probably by Sylus. By the time you were done, it started raining. Your phone started to ring and it was Sylus (with a red heart at the end of his name).

“Sylus?”

“Kitten, are you outside of the salon?”

“Huh? How did you-” You stopped before realizing this is Sylus you’re talking about. “Okay, okay never mind that… Yes, why?”

“Okay, go back to our suite,”

“I thought we were going to have dinner?”

Sylus sighed. “Kitten, I’ll explain when you get here,” He sounded a bit agitated.

“Alright, I’ll be going there,”

“Okay, ask the staff to accompany you,”

You arrived back at the suite dry and alright. Based on Sylus’ tone on the phone earlier, you felt something was up. You opened the door and saw Sylus wearing a nice red and black suit. “Sylus? Is everything alright?” you asked. In knowing him for years, you can sense his distraught despite his calm demeanor. “Sylus?”

He sighed. “Well, the dinner program was outside but since it was raining, it would be canceled for tonight,” You looked at him, he was probably planning it on this trip and was disappointed with it. “Maybe we can go to the restaurant nearby,” he asked. You hummed and thought. “Or we can have dinner here in the suite! I’ll cook!” Sylus looked at her bewildered then shook his head, he could just suggest they could have room service but… He would want your cooking better.

You started to cook something quick but good enough as a fancy meal. It's the only thing you could do so Sylus won’t be that much mopey. He was probably looking forward to that dinner and watching the sunset together. “Sylus, the meal is done,” you walked to the living room and gasped. The lights are low and there are flowers all around the room. Classical music was playing from his vinyl player, a much more romantic theme this time, complementing the rain pitter-pattering outside. “Oh…” You said as Sylus helped you set the table. You both stared at the table with plates of steak and potatoes with glasses of wine. You managed to get some nice pastries from the nearby patisserie shop.

“I think we did a good job!” You said in glee.

Sylus smiled and felt a good silence between you two, only the slow orchestral music was playing. He offered your hand. “May I have this dance, Miss?” he asked. You chuckled and took his hand. “Of course, though I might step on your foot,” Sylus hummed as he took your hand and held your waist with his other hand. “I’d rather have you step on my foot many times than lose you,” he smirked as he led you on and you blushed in his response. You two circle the room in a waltz, under the music and the rain.

“I still can’t believe you bought an island,” you huffed. “I can give you a planet if you like,” he said, smirking. “What about the universe?” you teased. He spins you in melody, and both of your hearts soar as you breathe at this moment, reminiscing of all the hardships you went through over the years. And still, in the end, he found you through the impossible. “Well, it will take a while, but if that is my beloved’s desire,” You looked at his eyes, from the eyes of menace to the eyes of longing, and now the eyes of eternal love. “I’m okay with anything and anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” you giggled as it was cheesy. He swayed you and did a dip on you. “Then, whether you like it or not, you’ll have me till the end of time,” You gazed at each other, and you thanked the gods that his soul was intertwined with yours in this lifetime, hopefully forever. He brings you back to his arms, slightly panting due to dancing. He gently kissed your hand. You two smiled as he gestured to the table.

“I feel you are famished, let’s have the dinner,”

You are happy seeing Sylus’ mood improve and seem to appreciate your cooking. You are happy just being in the suite with him, eating steak, and listening to soothing classical music. Outside, the rain has stopped as well. You are tired as you yawn, tired from the traveling and dancing. Sylus smiled. You felt he wanted to do more or say something. “Come on, you need to rest. Let’s retire for the night,” he says as he carries you.

You did sleep for a couple of hours. You rouse and see Sylus reading a book. You’re getting his night owl habits when you get together again, but you were really tired yesterday. “Had a nice sleep, sweetie?” he asked. You nodded as you went closer to him, lying your head on his chest.

“Where are we supposed to go to anyway if it wasn’t raining?” you wondered. He stopped and looked away before his eyes went back to you. “Well, I can show you right now, but it rained last night and will be dampened,” You look outside, and you can see the night sky is getting lighter. “It is already dawn, we can check it out,” you smiled. He sighed and smiled. “Alright… Dress nice,” he reminded you.

You and Sylus arrived at a row of trees and an intricate fence in front. You are wearing one of Sylus’ favorite dresses, it is a similar dress to the one when you first danced with him many years ago, while Sylus wears another customized red suit. You thanked the staff for giving you a ride from the hotel’s car. “Let’s go,” he said as he held your hand and entered the fence, then walking through the vast rows of trees. You looked around, it was peaceful and lush. The sunlight is still peeking to the end of the forest, showing the view piece by piece as you get closer. You felt your breath was taken away as you stepped out of the forest. A field of red datura flowers is scattered under you as the sun slowly rises. Everything was damped but it doesn’t matter. No wonder Sylus wanted to go here, it is beautiful.

“Oh! It's so wonderful here, Sylus! So many flowers!” You yelled as you let the breeze touch your skin. You turn around and see Sylus not standing.

But kneeling on one knee, holding a small box.

You blinked, you felt the air being knocked out of your lungs, your heart beating fast as you processed what was happening. It felt like time stood still, petals from flowers wisping around you and him.

“My beloved,” Sylus looked at you and opened the box, revealing the red gem ring. “Will you bind your heart and soul with mine for eternity?” You smiled as tears fell from your cheeks, and you quickly pounced on him, screaming “Yes!”. He was surprised as his reflexes went in sync and caught you as you both rolled together. You ended up being on top of him. He chuckled, smiling wider than usual. He is relieved he held onto the box, he plucked the ring and held your hand, slowly inserting the ring into your ring finger. You stared at the ring, sinking in that you are now engaged. You realized little by little why Sylus was looking a bit nervous and was disappointed the dinner plan didn’t go well. But it did end well from your point of view.

You and Sylus felt immense joy, he looked relaxed now. You plucked three flowers and placed one on his head and one on his shoulder. He hummed and smiled, tucking the last one in your ear. “You know, our daughter wanted us to marry faster,” he said. You chuckled as he wiped your happy tears. “I told her that it is your decision, but if I were asked, I would want it as soon as possible, too,” You laughed and gazed at him with adoration, as he guided your head to move closer to him and kissed. It felt right, like everything was in place again, like a promise being delivered. You parted panting, as it was getting a bit intense.

You smiled mischievously. 

“We did our waiting… Okay then, let’s get married after this,”

Back in the N109 Zone base, screams of laughter and cheers were heard from the twins and your daughter as they looked happily from a screen being recorded live by a particular crow flying above.

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“i date to marry.”

that’s what you told simon when your dates started to become more frequent and he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“i do too.”

he had said and you let out a relieved sigh at that. but then he asked you to move in with him after a few months and you hesitated. that wasn’t how you were raised…

“it’s to keep you safe,” he explained and after struggling with what you thought was right and what you wanted to do, you agreed to move in with him. of course your parents didn’t approve but you were an adult, already out of the house. you shouldn’t care if they’d approve or not.

now, you were standing in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes. your limbs were aching and your eyes were burning from your lack of sleep. you had another tiring and exhausting shift at the hospital and everything you wanted to do was to drop dead into bed but you had a household to run.

besides, simon would be back in an hour and you still had to cook dinner. and then the laundry… that also needed to be done. also, you had to tell simon about the broken sink in the bath, hoping he would be able to fix it on time.

-

“hey luv,” you hear simon entering the apartment and you place down the wooden spoon. you wipe the hair out of your face and smooth down your shirt.

then you leave the kitchen to greet your boyfriend. “hey si,” you give him a tired smile as you get on your tippy toes to give him a short kiss. “how was work?”

he only grimaces and pulls you close to him. “how was your work?” he asks in return and you let out a deep sigh.

“stressy. but i don’t want to talk about me,” you break the hug up. “dinner’s ready in a few,” you tell him while you walk back to the kitchen.

simon follows you with a frown. “maybe we should order takeout?” he suggests but you shake your head.

“no, no, it’s fine.” you wave it off. “you deserve some good food. not some takeout crap.” you start to stir the gravy again with a heavy hand. “and it’s as good as done. let me just set the table.”

you turn the heat down and want to turn to get the plates but simon stops you. he puts his hands gently on your waist and stills you. “take a deep breath luv,” he tells you. “let me help you.”

you shake your head. “i’ll do it, you don’t have to help!”

he keeps his hands on your waist. “but i want to.” the look in his eyes leaves no room to argue and you lower your head.

“but it’s my job… you shouldn’t be bothered by cooking and…cleaning,” you explain in a quiet voice and simon puts his hand on your chin to make you look at him.

he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulls you into a hug again. “in this household we help each other luv. you never need to do something like that on your own. you understand?”

you don’t say anything for a few seconds before you hesitatingly nod. you didn’t need to do anything on your own. that’s what he said…

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SFW prompt #9 with Lucifer? (If it isn't taken that is)

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It was not taken, so you're good! Ahh Lucifer! I used to be so obsessed with him, then I hated his guts, and now I love him again, but I just want him to chill out and take a break for once. I tend to have this thing with characters that work a lot where I want them to just... stop. And relax. And Lucifer is one of those lol.

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GN!MC x Lucifer with prompt "You know me so well."

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It had been a week of chaos. You watched as Lucifer tried to handle every problem that was thrown his way. And you couldn't deny that he did a good job of dealing with everything while still maintaining his usual composure. And yet you could tell how tired he was, too. You knew him well enough to see it in the lines by his eyes, the way he sometimes sighed quietly when he thought no one could hear him.

In the evenings, you always found him in his office. He didn't have any time to be anywhere else, slumped over piles of paperwork that only ever seemed to grow larger.

And so you decided to take it upon yourself to give Lucifer a night of relaxation.

The first thing you did was go to the Demon Lord's Castle to consult with Diavolo and Barbatos about getting a nice bottle of Demonus. They were immediately on board, giving you several bottles, all of which were of the finest quality and hand picked from Diavolo's own stores. Barbatos also gave you some of Lucifer's favorite foods.

After this, you went to Solomon because you knew he had obtained a rare cursed record recently. The only thing he asked for in exchange was that you put in a good word for him with Lucifer, a suggestion that making a pact with him would be beneficial to them both.

You set everything up in the music room. You had the Demonus and the food on the table, two full glasses beside a silver platter. You already put the record on the gramophone, but you hadn't started playing it yet.

Then you sat down, smoothed out your clothes, and pulled out your D.D.D. You sent Lucifer a text asking him to meet you in the music room. You tried to make it sound like it was a problem, like something had gone wrong and you needed his help right away.

Lucifer responded saying he would be with you shortly.

You waited. You fiddled with your fingers a little bit as you did. You knew that Lucifer had a lot to do, but he really needed to take a break after this hectic week. You were hoping that he would come here and relax with you at least for a little while.

When he finally showed up, Lucifer came into the room with his usual stoic expression, his eyebrows drawn as though he was prepared to deal with another mess.

"All right, MC," he said. "I'm here. What is-"

He cut off when he finally saw you, sitting there on the sofa next to the Demonus and food.

You stood up and moved closer to him. "I know you've had to put out a lot of fires this week," you said. "And you've been staying up all night to finish paperwork again. So I wanted you to come here and take a break with me. I have some special rare Demonus, a selection of foods including your favorite poison apples, and I found a new cursed record that we can listen to. I checked and it's safe for a human like me to hear it."

Lucifer stared at you for several moments before he finally smiled. It wasn't a smirk, either, but a genuine smile and you watched as his entire body seemed to relax. He came over to you, putting a hand on your cheek.

Lucifer chuckled. "You know me so well."

You smiled back at him, pleased with the way he seemed to be ready to join you, the way he was looking at you so fondly, as if this was the best gift he ever could have received.

You gestured for him to sit down on the sofa while you started the record. The room was filled with the soft sounds of classical music played by violins as you sat beside him. You picked up the glasses of Demonus and handed one over to him.

"Shall we make a toast?" Lucifer asked.

You raised your glass. "To a night off!"

Lucifer laughed softly, leaned forward, and said quietly, "To us."

Then he clinked his glass against yours and took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours.

You blushed, but sipped at your own glass. Even though Demonus had no effect on you, it still tasted good and this particular vintage had been one of Diavolo's finest.

Lucifer clearly appreciated it, picking up the bottle to read the label. "How did you get a Demonus of this quality?"

You shrugged. "I had some help. I'm not the only one who would like you to take a break more often."

Lucifer put the bottle back down. He had a knowing expression on his face, but nobody needed to say Diavolo's name.

Lucifer moved closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. You could feel his body moving gently with his breath. You heard the soft shh of fabric as he lifted his arm to sip from his glass, a soft sound that you were close enough to hear even with the melancholic strains of violins that filled the room.

After some time, Lucifer put down his empty glass. You set yours beside his, also empty. The record wasn't finished yet, but you knew he might leave anyway. No doubt he still had plenty of work to do, even if you only wanted him to stay here beside you.

"This has been a very pleasant evening, MC," Lucifer said, turning you slightly so you were looking at him. "I truly appreciate the lengths you have gone to. But you must know that all I need is you."

You blushed and looked away from his intense gaze, his ruby eyes almost aflame with a desire you couldn't face. "I know. But I wanted to do something extra for you. You deserve it after everything you've been through this past week."

Lucifer's arm tightened around you, his other arm coming up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him in a way that forced you to look at him again. The minute you did, he was kissing you, his touch soft yet firm. You responded by returning his embrace, one hand resting on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart as it sped up significantly.

The music from the gramophone swelled, the violins increasing in volume and fervor at that exact moment, as if somehow the composer had known that it would be the soundtrack to this intimate moment between you. It filled you with a heady dizziness that you never got from drinking Demonus.

Lucifer pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours, the vulnerability in his eyes unlike anything you had ever seen from him before. "How have you come to mean so much to me? I can hardly control myself when I'm with you."

You drew in a breath. "You've spent so much time looking after everyone else, Lucifer. You just needed someone to look after you for once."

Lucifer shut his eyes, as if the truth of your words had sunk into his soul, a reality he hadn't been prepared to acknowledge. Then he kissed you again, pulling you in even more, like he needed to feel you as much as possible. You never thought of Lucifer as being afraid, but in that moment you thought perhaps he was scared to let you go.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your own embrace just as needy. What had begun as a simple kiss deepened, your mouth falling open for him, your body moving against him.

Lucifer was rarely so open with you, but tonight you had seen in him how much he needed you. How much he cherished you. How he wanted to keep you by his side and never let you go. As you shared that passionate kiss, you could feel it burning through you, a spark that ignited your skin with his touch.

And in the background, the violins sang.

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[spiralinghours]

“Personal Assistant” Pt 3

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman x reader (fem/afab)

Rating: R (definitely 18+ for this part, babes)

Tags/Warnings: Feeding kink, belly/dadbod appreciation (whatever you wanna call it—we love a thick Hoffman), switchy dynamics, mild daddy kink, the same ol’ inappropriate boss x secretary dynamics, nose riding/grinding, somewhat detailed cunnilingus, mild pet play (in that Hoffman gets referred to as a pig, dog, cat, etc)

Summary: Hoffman’s secretary brings him lunch. AND dessert 👀

Author’s Notes: These don’t really happen in any specific, chronological order. There IS a mention of Jigsaw here, but it’s unclear if the secretary knows Hoffman is an apprentice or not.

Probably errors. If so, will fix later lol

The lunch hour had gone on a little long… Not that it was your fault or anything. Not that it had interrupted much. You were just being a decent assistant, making sure your boss remembered to eat and took the time to de-stress in the middle of his day. The fact that you had you brought him a little extra dessert as a treat—in the form of a to-go box of tiramisu and a formidable slab of red velvet—was no inconvenience.

For extra insurance that Hoffman finished all his food (he needed the fuel for a

busy day, after all), and as part of your attentive duties, you were sure to perch on your usual spot on his lap in order to hand feed him as he clacked at his keyboard and skimmed through documents.

As he chewed and hiccuped through the last bits of his lunch, you smiled perkily, snaking your fingers under his waistband. You hefted his belly onto his lap, fingers tickling and lightly pressing into the sides.

“That’s enough for now, sweetheart. We have a press thing at two and I gotta be able to move around. I’m not gonna wanna get up with this treatment.” He groaned a little under his breath as he shifted in the chair, trying not to make the discomfort obvious. “Besides, I have to look presentable for the cameras.”

“Oooo, but sir, you look plenty presentable like this,” you practically purred, tone as sweet and low as a sugar packet.

In efforts to reassure him of such, you softly raked your fingers down over the front curve of his tummy, giving just enough soothing pressure. You also started picking at little things, tidying them up: buttoning a low-down shirt button that had come undone, straightening out his suspenders, smoothing out his dark blue tie (which he usually wore with a white shirt, as he did on this day, looking so handsome)… His combed-back hair had started to come loose from the day’s exertion (what little if at all Hoffman even had), falling in cute dark strands around his eyes. As you raised your hands to tuck the strands behind his ears, he sighed at the light touch, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

“That’s nice, babydoll,” he mumbled tiredly. “If only you could do that all day.”

“I will literally stay sat right here and play with your hair and whatever else all day, sir.”

“I know, and that’s the problem. I got too much to do.” He opened his eyes, looking blandly annoyed at the prospect of having to do anything else than sit under your spread thighs.

“You’re so popular,” you joked, grin dimpling up your cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s what it is. Nothing to do at all with this Jigsaw shit, or any of the other minor cases I gotta deal with.”

“Well, you are the boss,” you shrugged matter-of-factly, still combing his hair under your nails. “Lieutenant,” you added sweetly, emphasizing each syllable.

“Mmm, why’s that sound so good when you say it? But also, a little condescending.” He tilted his head, shooting you a sassy look.

You giggled. “You’re using some big words today, sir.”

“Gettin’ smart with me,” he tutted.

“If you don’t like it, I can just leave.” You began to stand up, unwrapping a leg from his lap. “I should go back to my desk and actually do my job. You know, check your calendar, make sure you don’t have any unwanted guests… All that stuff I don’t do that I get paid for.”

“You’re doing a plenty good job right here, darlin’.” Hoffman pulled you back down on his lap. His hands felt so big and thick embracing you like they did—bumbling and gentle, but strong enough to do damage if he tried.

“Ah yes, the exact job I applied for: babying you all day and telling you you’re doing such a good job.” You cupped a hand to his cheek, mocking the praise.

“As if you don’t love coming in here to play princess and fatten me up like a lazy house cat.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“I do. Does that make you a pet?”

“Yeah, for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He flashed his eyes at you under heavy lids, irritated that you would make him verbally confirm such a thing.

Heaving himself from the chair and moving you in the process (you noted the way his plush sides nearly stuck between the chair handles), he switched up positions: placing you in his seat, and he, himself, getting down on his knees in front of you.

“What’s this?” you laughed, more giddy than you wanted to let on.

“Said I’m the pet, right?” He leaned in and kissed your knee. “Dogs belong on the floor, don’t they?” That gave you a shiver. Every word came out like a sultry near-threat, daring you to challenge what his next move would be.

Another kiss to your knee. Then the other knee. Then your shin. Then the back of your calf. Then the tip of your shoe, and then the spiked heel… You watched the way his obscenely plump lips dragged against your nylons with each kiss. His eyes stayed glued to yours. You savored how good he looked casting that baby blue glare from beneath you.

“I think I’m hungry again,” he mumbled, parting your thighs and hooking his thick fingers into your underwear, sliding them away just enough to give him access.

“Whatta pig,” you giggled lowly.

“Don’t start with the pig shit, baby. We’ll be here all day and I only have half an hour.” His words tapered off at the end, becoming muffled as he buried his face between your legs, lapping his tongue into you like he was starving.

His tongue traced around your clit, delicately at first, then turning into more zealous pressing and sucking, giving you just the right amount of heat and friction. You could feel the way he salivated against you, too careless and needy to notice.

As his tongue slipped lower, prodding at your entrance, Hoffman’s prominent nose started pushing against your clit—an immediate yet super specific turn on. You pushed your pelvis forward to grind against his nose a little more intently, until he pulled away.

“Like that?” he smiled, a trace of deviousness across his slick lips. “Next time you can ride my face, how about that?”

“I’d love that, sir.”

“Right on this desk,” he hummed, bringing his mouth back to your pussy, practically suctioning on. He released for a quick breath. “Maybe on your desk. Let those rookies in the hallway watch.”

“You’re such a pervert,” you breathed out, started to get a little closer to the edge too soon. Your vision was going hazy in the best way.

With a few more painstakingly drawn-out laps from entrance to clit, applying an increasing amount of hot pressure, you felt that jolt right to your core. Instinctively, your pelvis bucked up against him, smothering his face. You couldn’t help squeezing your thighs tight, riding out every last bit of the delicious climax.

Dark hair mussed across his forehead cartoonishly, Hoffman finally pulled away to catch his breath. He licked off a bit of your slick from his lower lip with a small grin.

“Ooo, big boys like you know how to eat, huh?” you mused.

Hoffman sweetly pinched your chin between his fingers as he got to his feet. “Of course, babydoll. Mind helping me get ready for this press bullshit?”

“Only if you don’t make a mess of yourself again,” you winked.

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wings of love

pairing: publisher!mingyu x children's book author!YN word count: 2.4K synopsis: you find yourself seated next to a girl who needs a little bit of assurance during your flight into the city. you don't expect to see her and her dad at your publisher's pitch meeting the next day too! themes: FLUFF, airplane meet cute (SORT OF), this is very kid-centric, single dad mingyu, girl dad mingyu.

a/n: this is based off of an interaction i actually had on an airplane (minus the dilf meet cute LOL). i'm in my short fic era and it's been so nice! ALSO I KNOW THE TITLE IS SO CORNY DO NOT EVEN LOOK AT ME. 😂

You looked to your right at the empty airplane seats. The small hope of having the row to yourself was dashed when a flight attendant appeared at your side with a young, nervous looking girl.

“Hello,” you greeted them with a smile.

“Hello YN,” the flight attendant smiled at you. “This young lady will be sitting with you.”

“Oh wonderful!” your face lit up, “Would you like to sit near the window or the aisle?” you addressed the child directly.

“Window,” they answered shyly.

“Good choice,” you grinned, standing up to let her in.

“I’ll be back to check on you frequently, okay?” the flight attendant addressed the child directly, “If you need anything in the meantime, please press this button.”

Your new seat mate nodded shyly and the flight attendant left, satisfied.

“I’m YN,” you introduced yourself with a gentle smile.

“Hi. I’m Lena.”

“Is this your first time flying?” you asked gently. The girl looked quite nervous and you were hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

“First time by myself,” she nodded.

“Ah, I see. That would be pretty scary, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well, did you know that flying is actually safer than driving? Statistically speaking,” you blurted without thinking. You idiot. This girl looked to be younger than ten for sure…she wouldn’t know what statistics were, right?

You were out of your depth. While you didn’t have any issue with kids, per se, you also definitely didn’t spend a lot of time with them. Might be best to just keep your mouth shut.

“Is that true?” she asked you after some quiet consideration.

“Yes,” you nodded slowly, now worried that you had given her a new fear of driving. “Is that helpful at all?”

“It is…a little. I’ll try not to think about that when I have to be in a car later,” she nodded resolutely.

You laughed. She seemed quite thoughtful for her age.

“Excuse me,” she glanced at you nervously after peeking out of the window, “Can you hold my hand? I felt a little better after what you said, but then I looked out the window and now I feel worse.”

“Of course!” you smiled kindly at her. “Here!”

You stretched your hand out, palm up, and offered it to her. She placed her own hand gently into yours and gave you a tight smile before squeezing her eyes shut. You squeezed your lips together and hoped that you were helping. Once you had reached a cruising altitude and the flight had smoothed out, she opened her eyes again and looked at you with wide eyes.

“I think I’m okay now,” she looked a little sheepish as she pulled her hand out of yours.

You nodded encouragingly towards her.

“Why are you flying?” she asked you not too long afterwards.

“For my job. I have an important meeting with someone in Chicago. I hope it goes well,” you shared with her.

You were pitching a children’s book concept to a publisher tomorrow. While this wasn’t your first book, it was a new publisher to you and you were nervous. You weren’t sure whether this child would understand the jargon around publishing, so you kept it simple.

“How about you? Why are you flying alone?”

“I’m going back home to see my dad. I was with my mom for a few weeks, but it’s time to go home.”

“Ah, I see,” you nodded, inferring that her parents were likely separated. “Did you miss your dad?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Do you live here most of the time? Or with your mom?”

“I live here during the school year and then I see my mom over the summers.”

“Ah, I see! So does that mean school is starting soon?” you asked as you reminded yourself what the date was. Summer was coming to a close.

“Yeah, in a few weeks. My dad is going to take me shopping. We’re going to buy new clothes, but I’m more excited to get my supplies! I want new markers.”

You were surprised at how tickled you were by her enthusiasm for school supplies. You’d been like that too as a child. Nothing could beat the feeling of getting fresh notebooks, folders, and pencils for the year.

“Ah, that will be so fun! I love shopping for art supplies.”

“Really? My nanny says I should be more interested in clothes than colored pencils!”

Your brows furrowed at this gendered idea. You were a little surprised that she had a nanny, but you supposed if her dad was a single father, having some assistance made a lot of sense.

“Oh really? I don't agree. You should like whatever you like!”

“That's what my dad says too!” her face lit up at you. “He tries to tell Nanny, but she was his nanny too so she doesn't listen to him.”

You chuckled. A family Nanny? That seemed like rich people shit.

“My dad is so silly. He's so tall and Nanny Gerry is so short compared to him, but he still listens to her. I like my dad though. He's nice to me.”

“Well it's good to be respectful to elders,” you nodded, “Your dad seems like a good person.”

“I think so too,” Lena beamed up at you. “I think he’s a good dad.”

You smiled genially at her. Lena would tell you a handful of stories about her dad as the flight went on. He seemed like someone that was loving, enthusiastic, and kind. As someone whose parents were also divorced, it made you really happy to know that Lena had such a solid parent in her life.

“Do you have a suitcase that you need help with?” you turned to ask Lena as the plane taxied on the runway.

“Yes, but I think the flight lady will help me?”

“Ah, okay,” you nodded.

Despite that, you stayed with Lena until the rest of the passengers deboarded. You felt a connection to her now, so it didn’t seem right to just leave without her.

“Thank you for helping me feel less scared on the flight,” Lena smiled up at you as the flight attendant walked towards you. “I hope your job thing goes good!”

“Thank you for keeping me company,” you grinned at her. “I enjoyed our conversation during the flight.”

You were surprised at the little pang of disappointment as you parted ways. Airports were laden with brief connections, but you found yourself hoping that she was able to get all the school supplies she wanted and that this school year would be pleasant for her. You wouldn’t be able to know, of course, but she was a sweet and thoughtful girl and you wished her the best.

…

“YN?” the receptionist pulled you out of your thoughts. “I’m so sorry to inform you, but Mr. Kim is running a few minutes late. Something fell through with his childcare, but please be assured that he will be taking your meeting as soon as he arrives.”

“Oh, of course!” you nodded.

You knew your pitch inside and out at this point and it wasn’t like you had anything else to do. Checking your phone briefly for emails, you decided to browse through the articles suggested to you while you waited. Somewhere to you right, a small commotion entered the office. A tall man in a suit carrying a child on his hip had arrived, somewhat flustered and the receptionist rushed to them to take the child from his arms.

As you glanced up from your phone, your eyes locked with…Lena?

“Oh? YN!” she cried with excitement before wiggling out of the receptionists’ arms.

Her father looked on incredulously as she made a beeline towards you.

“Lena!” you laughed with delight when she launched herself into your arms. “I didn’t think I’d see you again!”

“Me neither!” she grinned from ear to ear up at you. “Dad, Dad! This is the lady I was telling you about. Yesterday from the plane!”

“Ah, hello!” you nodded at Lena’s extremely tall father.

“Mr. Kim, this is your nine o’clock, YN,” the receptionist chimed in helpfully.

“Oh? Oh!” Mingyu’s brow wrinkled before his entire face lit up, the dots connecting in his mind. “What a coincidence! Please, YN, I hope you can excuse my tardiness. Unfortunately Lena’s childcare fell through today, so she’ll be joining me at work today. Lucky for me, you two have already met!”

“Ah? Oh ah!” your mind was a few steps behind Mingyu’s still. “Oh, you’re Mr. Kim? And,” your eyes jumped to Lena in your arms. “Ahhhhh,” you laughed, the understanding finally dawning on you. “Small world indeed.”

“Please, follow me! I’ve asked for my other meetings to be rearranged, so we’re not in a rush. I am excited to review your book concept.”

You nodded, grabbing your bag in your free hand. Lena kept herself busy by updating you about her dinner last night and breakfast since she’d last seen you. She was so engaging with her storytelling that you didn’t notice the handful of curious looks the three of you received while walking.

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have let you carry her all the way. Lena, please come down,” Mr. Kim motioned to his daughter. She pouted slightly, but eventually shimmied her way out of your arms and took a seat at some children’s furniture that was in the corner of his office.

“It’s quite alright, Lena and I are buddies, Mr. Kim,” you laughed, straightening yourself out.

“Please call me Mingyu,” he smiled crookedly at you.

Lena had spent the majority of last night talking his ear off about the nice lady that had comforted her on the plane. She’d been adamant that he acknowledge that you were also on her side regarding the issue of school supplies versus clothes shopping. She’d also mentioned that you were kind, patient, and a good drawer. One of your napkin doodles was currently on Mingyu’s fridge. He’d found himself wishing that he could thank you for being so kind to his daughter on her returning flight, so to have you now here in his office was quite a shock to his system.

“...Mingyu?” he was pulled back to reality as you called his name.

“Sorry, I spaced out for a second. What did you say?”

“I asked if we should review the pitch concept for my book?” you repeated yourself. You had to hide your grin. The look on his face had been incredibly cute when he’d been zoned out.

“Yes, of course!” you nodded, pulling a folio with your storyboard out of your bag.

Mingyu found himself smiling widely as you discussed the concept. It was a children’s book, so the plot was naturally simple, but you were clear that some of the tougher concepts you wanted to touch on were non-negotiables and he respected that.

“I agree completely. I do think given the target age range of readers, it’s appropriate to consider this topic.”

You beamed at him. Mingyu seemed easy to work with and open to your creative direction.

“Well, I think that covers everything that I wanted to discuss during this meeting. Are there any outstanding questions that you need to ask on the publisher’s end?”

“Hmm,” Mingyu reviewed the notes to his right before shaking his head. “No, not at this time. Today’s meeting was mostly a formality. Our team had aligned that we liked this concept and mostly wanted to bring you out to meet you in person. I feel very good about approving the concept formally.”

“Oh!” you clapped your hands together with delight, to which Lena’s head popped over the back of the couch. “Oh that’s wonderful news!”

“It is,” Mingyu smiled at the way your eyes lit up. “Just to give you a sense of what to expect, you will be referred to a different team to work out the details of your contract. Since you typically illustrate your own work, we can bypass the process to identify an illustrator, which should significantly shorten the overall timeline.”

“Ah, perfect,” you nodded.

“So now that that’s out of the way. M-may I ask you a more personal question?”

“Oh, uh yes?” you cocked your head up at Mingyu with curiosity.

“Do you happen to be free tonight?” he smiled at you in an impossibly charming way. “I would really like to take you out to dinner. Partially as a thank you for being so kind to Lena on the flight and partially because I am itching to get to know you more.”

“Can I come too?” Lena interjected importantly.

Mingyu’s canines revealed themselves when he grinned at his precious daughter and your heart jumped into your throat.

“Yes, I’d like that,” you nodded at the both of them.

“Perfect.”

[spiderrmax]

king kyle & a human!s/o

request: could you write about king kyle falling in love with kupa keeps princess/prince? author's note: reader has the title "princess" it's the only part that is gendered tho. this was also originally a oneshot that's why some of the bullet points r weird lol

Due to your status as Princess, Kyle is aware of who you are.

Your Kupa Keeps’ diplomat, meaning he has in fact communicated with you on multiple matters. He knows you are a respectable person, and do your job with diligence, but since you are a human, he doesn’t think of you in high regards. You’re his enemy, it’s how it is written in the stars.

He’s only ever communicated with you over letters, and due to the fact you guys are left in your kingdom means  he hasn’t seen much of you outside of that.

That’s until the new threat of Clyde’s army comes into play.

With his supernatural army and the fact that he holds the stick, the humans and elves are forced to work together.

Kyle calls for a meeting in his kingdom, and when the humans arrive, you instantly catch his eye.

You don’t carry yourself with excess pride, and you're quite pretty. (For a human, his mind desperately supplies.)

You sit in the front row, next to the other princess and it causes Kyle to lose his train of thought occasionally. 

Kyle explains his plan: to send Commander Douchebag to get The Sparkles, and he will embark to get the Federation and the pirates.

It’s a decent plan, but the Grand Wizard finds a flaw with it anyway. 

“I won’t let you go to get the other factions. You’ll somehow mess it up!” The Grand Wizard stands up, bringing more attention to his point. Kyle laughs at that, “You think you’ll do better? You will just scare them away. You couldn’t be nice if it cost the universe, and hey, this does.” “No, I wouldn’t go either; Princess [Your Name] is a good diplomat, they should go.” Cartman argues, motioning towards you, who is still sitting next to Princess Kenny.King Kyle then looks at you, sitting politely and looking at the conversation occurring; when you notice his staring, you smile at him. He sighs, really not wanting to entertain the conversation with the Grand Wizard, and comes to a decent conclusion. “They can come along.”

That’s how he ends up on this journey with you.

He’s not thrilled you’re coming along, but he’s grateful it’s not an annoying human.

He walks swiftly, shoulders high; out of the corner of his eye, he sees you struggling to keep up, but he doesn’t slow down.

“We will head to the Federation first, and then speak to the Pirates on the way back.” He explains, not leaving room for argument; you nod along, agreeing.

It’s a tense atmosphere after that, as you walk behind him. He wants to talk to you, compliment your skills, just something.

The realization that you probably don’t want to be there strings a bit, but he can’t even argue with you about it.

Until you finally talk again, asking him, “what’s his plan?”

“I just planned to explain the severity of the situation to them; they should be willing to help after that.”

You laugh at that, and it’d be quite pretty if you weren’t laughing at him.

“What?”

“The Federation might not be willing to help; their leader isn’t the biggest fan of The Grand Wizard. We’ll have to offer up a trade, maybe fuel for their ships or new weapons they might need.”

As you explain exactly what will need to be done, Kyle is sort of glad you came. He doesn’t know if on the spot he’d be able to come with an exchange like you do; he sees why you’re their diplomat. Kyle has written many letters asking for services, but with pen and paper he has time to think over his words. He doesn’t express this much gratitude though; instead offering a small thank you, and slowing down his pace.

With your advice and presence, getting the Federation to fight alongside you is smooth sailing. Like you had predicted, Kevin Stoley did ask for something in exchange: he needed any parts from the crashed spaceship both of your kingdoms had, and finer weapons to provide the soldiers he’d be sending into this battle. You both agreed, giving him the meeting place, and were on your way.

Leaving the faction, Kyle walks next to you this time.

“Look, I know our kingdoms hate each other, but you really did help back there.” Kyle admits, hoping you hear it and that the wind is too loud and covers his words at the same time. At that, you smile up at him, not expecting his kindness, “It’s not a problem. Managing foreign affairs is my job.” You guys continue walking, and he can see you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. Your features aren’t painted with any disgust, and he hopes you don’t notice how pink his face gets from being under your attention. However, he hears the snap of a branch, and his attention turns to where the noise comes from; there, in your path, stands one of Cylde’s undead soldiers. Although Kyle has no doubt he can fight one soldier, he would prefer to avoid any potential injuries. He goes to hide behind a tree, but realizes you’re still walking, stuck in a daydream. Swiftly, he grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his chest and covering your mouth with his other hand to muffle the yelp you let out. The zombie turns in your direction, but gets bored quickly when he doesn’t see anyone. Kyle’s heartbeat speeds up, and he prays his cloak muffles it enough so you can’t hear it. However, he loses that anxiety when he realizes he can feel an embarrassed heat on the hand covering your mouth, realizing you are just as flustered as he was. It makes him want to laugh, but he holds it down in case the zombie returns; he can’t bite down his smile though.When it’s safe, he lets you go, rolling his shoulders and standing straight up. Able to look at you again, he does see the heat in your face, and shock in your eyes. “Pay better attention,” he teases, voice light and airy, laughing slightly as he starts to walk and you run to catch up.

The pirates go even smoother; with Kyle being related to the captain, he doesn’t need to bribe them as much. He promises shiner swords, and that’s all it takes. When the captain calls you pretty, Kyle feels something bury in his stomach; he’s unable to pinpoint the emotion, but it disappears when Captain Ike stops talking to you.

You run into a few zombies on the way back to the Drow Elf Kingdom. He and you still duck behind trees in order to prevent unnecessary fighting; the proximity always causes him to get embarrassed, too aware of how close you are to him.

When you too return to the Elf Kingdom, Douchebag still hadn’t returned with the Sparkles; apparently they needed more than just shiny swords.

You have to return to the Grand Wizard, to speak about the terms and agreements. King Kyle feels empty when you aren’t there to keep him company, even if you are quiet.

He doesn’t see you again until the night you meet up to fight Cylde; however, his thoughts are still consumed by you.

He has an inkling that maybe, just slightly, he has a bit of crush on you. He tries to deny it. His knight, Stan, asked him about the journey, and Kyle couldn’t bring himself to talk about it, more specifically you.

He isn’t supposed to like you! You always weren’t supposed to be kind and pretty and become the only thing he can think about, which is untimely due to the war at hand!

You’re in armor when you arrive at the fight, forgoing any gown you’d typically wear on a normal day; he imagines a dress could get in the way, similar to his cloak. He thinks you look nice in your attire, but doesn’t say anything due to how close you stand to the Grand Wizard.

You, him, and some other soldiers start to make their way through the back, climbing the wall; Commander Douchebag had been sent to go through the inside, in order to open the doors and eliminate any threats inside.

When all of you meet up again, before entering Clyde’s throne room, you send him a smile, and that’s all he needs to feel confident in this battle.

However, he doesn’t have to worry about fighting, because Commander Douchebag is called to fight the zombie of an old friend, and chooses you as his partner.

Two things happen in Kyle’s mind at once: holy shit I’m going to have to watch them get hurt, unable to do anything and holy shit they look really good in battle.

(Maybe ignoring all those zombies was a bad idea)

You and Douchebag defeat the villain, and the Great Wizard banishes Clyde for good.

Kyle notices your wounds, the blood pouring from various cuts on your body, and wishes he could do something about it.

Instead, all of you go to get the stick, when Princess Kenny grabs it, preparing to fight for his right to it, due to his parentage.

Commander Douchebag returns to battle, and many of your allies go with him. King Kyle fights first, using his strongest move then returning to your side.

“Holy shit, you’re really bleeding, here.” Kyle goes to look through his bag, finding a health potion he was saving for this battle. He thinks about how if he didn’t know you, he’d be drinking this himself; he’s glad it’s going to you. Weak from blood loss, Kyle has to help you drink it. One hand cradles your cheek, while the other slowly tips the potion down your throat. He’s delicate with you, hand placed gently but firm to guide you to drink. He’s glad everyone is distracted with Princess Kenny to see the interaction, even if he knows it’ll be one he thinks of forever. The potion helps with the bleeding, slowing it down enough he can help sit you up. He moves you slowly, not wanting to cause you any more pain. “Thanks, you didn’t have to waste that on me,” You murmur, voice low with a lack of energy.Kyle smiles at you, grabbing your hand to rub your knuckles, “I wanted to.” Had he met you before the fear of Clyde’s power, Kyle thinks he wouldn’t have cared to look at you for long; his brain would’ve clumped you in with the rest of the humans. He’s glad that he met you now, where some humans have gained respect in his mind. That might be the one good thing to come from this war. “Are you guys gonna keep making out or watch Douchebag destroy Princess Kenny?” The Grand Wizard calls out, annoyed by your guys’ lack of care for the battle. Kyle did say some humans.

[neverendingflow]

Lust in the Lanes

Hey my darlings! I was needing some Sevika stuff so I thought I'd write some for you xx

Also, this was just a quick idea that I wanted to get out there, so please let me know if you did enjoy it and wanted me to carry on with it :)

F!reader x Sevika

Tw: mainly only Sevika's dirty thoughts lol

It was late, as Sevika ordered her usual drink, slumped back in her chair and exhaled. It had been a long week. She had just finished 'dealing' with some unwanted people. Silco's orders of course, but she was a bit bashed up. She was used to it though so she decided she would treat her mildly shallow wounds after a couple of drinks to loosen up.

It was relatively empty tonight in the Last drop, with a few guys playing cards in the corner and one or two others scattered around. Things had calmed down in the lanes for once, and Sevika wasn't going to object to having fewer jobs to do. Hauling round the undercity all the time, carrying out Silco's commands was never too hard of a task, but of course it did tire her to some extent. She was in some way, relieved that business was going relatively smooth but she knew not to get too used to this as she suspected it wouldn't be long before an uproar would emerge from The Nation of Zaun as it always did. Nothing ever stays for long down there.

It had been a few minutes when Sevika was pulled out of her thoughts. The bell chimed as the door opened, the sound of the loud bustle outside spilt into the Last drop before becoming muffled once the door swung shut.

She watched as you strode in at a steady pace, she could tell you were ready to break out into a fight at any moment. The way your thumb was still on the handle of your gun as it hung from the belt on your hip. You scanned the bar, seeming to relax just the slightest when you confirmed there was no immediate opposing threat just yet.

She knew you. She had worked with you once on a mission. Your leader and Silco had made an agreement to infultrate and take out a certain organization that was pestering and interfering with both parties. On the mission, neither you nor Sevika had talked with one another, but you both acknowledged eachothers presence. That's just how it was.

As the mission was carried out, she had observed you from afar which was out of character for Sevika but she couldn't help it. There was just something unspoken about you that drew her to you, an interest that had no exact reason to be but existed nonetheless.

The main thing she had gathered from you was that you were quiet. Not shy but just quiet because it was appropriate for the job and it was fitting in some ways. But you did make small talk with others when the opportunity came up, stepping back after a while to observe.

She subtly stared as you sat, a chair left between the two of you. You ordered your favorite that just so happened to be the same drink as hers.

"Nice choice"

She hummed as she gestured to your drink. Her voice was rough and husky, but it had a warmth to it that suited her.

You noted the drinks you both had and nodded in acknowledgement,

"It's nice to see you again, Sevika"

God, the way you said her name. It sounded so right coming from your lips. Thoes lips....God your lips, and you hair and your eyes....and your thighs....thighs...

Her mind branched out with so many thoughts, desires, needs. God thoes thighs would look so good clenched around her head as she devoured you, griping your hips down to keep you from getting away. Not that you would try by the looks of you grinding your pussy back up into her face and-

"Likewise"

She replied, quickly drawing herself from her....thoughts.

God she needs to get a hold on herself. Especially when she's fantasizing about the very person she's having a conversation with.

Maybe she's just drunk (She's hardly touched her drink).

Sorry to cut it short but that all I could write for now but PLEASE tell me if you would like me to carry on with this.

Thank you my darlings xx

[naughtygirl286]

So yes while I was away we did go and see the new masterpiece by M. Night Shyamalan the crime thriller "Trap" Now I wanted to see this being it looked interesting and we pretty much go to all of M. Night Shyamalan's movies because they are always very different and very weirdly interesting and I do like them.

So we went to see this and I thought it was really good. I did enjoy it and it kept me interested through out the whole movie. I felt that this was a very slow burn type of movie and you have to go with it as it as it slowly unfolds and becomes more and more intense as the character of Cooper (played by Josh Hartnett) becomes more and more desperate.

The basic story for it is its about a Father and his Daughter. Its starts off pretty much innocently as its a father taking his daughter to a concert being put on by her favorite singer a Taylor Swift type of character named Lady Raven who is played by M. Night Shyamalan's daughter Saleka Shyamalan who is an actual singer. The Father Cooper (played by Josh Hartnett) got tickets to this as a reward for his daughter doing well in school. When they get there the place is crawling with police and FBI because unbeknownst to them the concert is a ruse because they are looking for a concert goer they are looking for Cooper who is secretly a serial killer named "The Butcher" and now Cooper is Trapped in the stadium and has to figure a way to get out before they find him and do it with out arsing any suspicion.

Like I said I thought it was really good I liked how the story unfolded and it keeps you wondering "How is he going to get out of this??" and I felt Josh Hartnett was prefect as the character of Cooper. He is scary on various levels he is just so evil and so slick and smooth in what he does its kinda shocking. I think he must have researched people like Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy to get his performance like that.

Ariel Donoghue did a great job as his daughter Riley and Saleka Shyamalan was great as the character of Lady Raven and everyone else was good too. Also M. Night Shyamalan like all this movies does have a cameo and plays a a member of the event staff, but yeah Josh Hartnett's performance does totally shine in this.

So I would recommend this movie if you were wanting to watch a nice thriller some night. but also don't get your hopes up for some crazy twist near the end there isn't one on this movie which is surprising I thought there was going to be one but there wasn't but that doesn't ruin the movie or anything maybe that alone is the twist that there isn't one who knows lol

but also don't forget there is a kind of funny mid-credit scene that involves one of the characters Cooper meets at the stadium

[were-wolverine]

percy jackson ep2 live reaction

annabeth being a little creep i love her

fun fact i learned at the pjo NYCC panel: the most grueling part of the show production was making the camp half-blood shirts. they all had to be a specific shade of orange and there had to be a LOT cuz all the campers wear them consistently

very much angsty tween energy

ITS SOOO PRETTYYYYYYYYYY

i love the big house’s design

grover’s little *clop clop clop* hehe

“your highness” book!percy wouldn’t be caught dead saying that shit but it’s still funny cuz i KNOW as soon as he learns more abt the gods all that respect is out the window. book!percy is just a little asshole from the start

Mr D is fucking perfect casting

godDAMN chiron is tall asf

also i fr did not know brunner was pronounced like that

mr d actually being kinda nice to grover??

ITS SO COOL I WANNA GO TO CAMP THERE

riptide my bbg

i need a close up of the inside and outside of all the cabins immediately

Hermes cabin 💪💪💪

there’s a fire pit IN the cabin?? that seems like a hazard. but also magic and it’s fucking cool so

the complete non-reaction to percy’s introduction now vs how people will eventually react to hearing his name is kinda wild

they really did not give this poor boy any time to grieve his mom huh

LUKE

poor percy, his first reaction to being approached is to be defensive :(

CHB necklace!!!!

o shit that scared me. hello wood nymph. is this his mom??? idk how satyrs are born

the tiger shirt 💀

LIKE AN OLD BANANA HGHDGDGDGD

grover :( ur a good friend bb

dream time woooooo. OH THE VOICE IS KRONOS i forgor

“glory” ok nerd

luke really has a whole posse following him around lmao

IS THAT THE LESBIAN FLAG ON CLARISSE’S NECKLACE???

nvm they all have them in that order….

i love that percy has just had that leather necklace from the very start of the show. in preparation for the camp beads :,)

aaaaaaaa a character in a wheelchair that’s so cool!!!!!

no one’s even gonna show him how to use the bow???

this boy is gonna destroy the camp i love him

BRO DID NOT GET THE JOKE AND I FEEL SO SEEN. YES THERES A GREEK GOD OF DISAPPOINTMENT

oh my god i’m gonna cry. percy praying to sally is my favorite change they made in the whole show

“like, real friends” crying luke how dare you betray this sweet darling boy

YOU TELL HIM PERCY!! get his ass

“hey guys! 😃 🤚 can’t sleep huh?” ilysm percy

“do you think you’re special?” oh boy clarisse do you have a big surprise coming. also percy didn’t even tell anyone abt the minotaur that was grover

okay i liked this cgi way better than nancy bobofit’s takedown

annabeth stalker behavior i love you. SHE ADMITS IT TOO I LOVE HERRRE

“annabeth sees the world differently” yeah she’s autistic with a genius iq

sobbing. “she’s my little sister”. pain. the betrayal is gonna hurt so much more

th-alia ??? hm

“until zeus broke the pact” hades, hiding his kids from the 1940s in the lotus hotel: yeah zeus was the one to break it first, obviously

i can’t wait to see who they cast as thalia

“let it rip” i see what you did there 👀 my mind went right to beyblade tho lol

their shields lowkey look like the nightwing symbol :3

SUNSHINE ADDSHFJFHDG

god this set is so fucking cool

cringefail loserboy rizz

THE HAT!!!!!!!!!!!

“he’ll be ready, i know it” *cuts to percy flossing* i love this dumbass so much

lizard :D

exceptional depiction of adhd ty rick

bro really just gave away the location of the flag with no hesitation lol

OH SHIT THAT WAS COOL! the roll into picking up the shield? smooth asf!!!

how tf did the spear even break isn’t it made of like magic metal

she really used him as bait lmao. *pushes him into the water* she’s just testing a hypothesis!!

holy shit the cabin is so cool. kinda spooky tho. i hate to say it but i like the movie version better

“what 😃”

damn they really just blame everything on hades huh. poor guy. i’d hate my siblings too if they gave me a shitty job and made me the scapegoat for a bunch of stuff

why tf is chiron wearing a suit. why.

“i’m sally jackson’s son” YES YOU ARE KING

grover you’re the best ily. chiron you’re giving way too much dumbledore energy i hate it

[skyland2703]

Just gonna toss some random PR at you and see what sticks now that you're out of hibernation:

MMPR #121 is out and I....hate it:

I really, really, really want to be happy that we get to see Adam and Rocky and some character development in the wake of their possession, and get an entire issue based around Billy, but it all really just goes downhill from here. The only nice thing I can say is that Hendry Prasetya's art has gotten very smooth and I quite like it compared to previous chapters.

However, revisiting old Dual MM and PR chapters has made me happy finding little gold nuggets around that actually speak to true personality:

Next to Dan Mora, Marco Renna mighty be my favorite artist for this series. At least I can stand to look at Zedd with this style.

And also: THIS ☝🏿☝🏿 I miss this kind of thing.

I know we've all had fun throwing rocks at the Eltarian War Arc, but I cannot be the only one that sees the VERY EASILY streamlined version of events where this would have been perfect for Identity Reveal, Action Survivor, Big Damn Heroes, Big Ego/Hidden Depths, The Chosen Zero, Karmic Jackpot, Kleptomaniac Hero, Chekhov's Gun, Everything is Trying to Kill You, Strolling Through the Chaos, and an Establishing Character Moment tropes for...our babies Q_Q Honestly, so much fanfic possibility. Wish I could figure out how to make it work...

Also, just random pics of the minions being CUTE.

AYIYIYIYIYIHFRBHJTFBRVDCENDFR

This is the best thing i could've gotten coming out of hibernation, tbh. THANK YOU.

what the FUCK have they done with Billy's HAIR. Why do they look like THAT. (They've drawn Adam and Rocky beautifully but wtf billy.)

Feeling SO bad for adam and rocky they look BROKEN 🥺

Who's the lady in red?? Is she a ghost?? Can nobody else see her??

Zedd looks very overconfident, and is talking about how overconfidence will be the end of them... hmmmmmmmmm

i really like Zedd's art style! Marco Renna does a GOOD JOB O.O

But seriously wtf was that with Billy's hair.

i think i screamed at this. THIS IS CHARACTER <3

7. THEY HAVE AN EXECUTION ORDER TO MELT ALPHA???? i know it's supposed to be a serious scene but THAT many eltarian soldiers for one alpha, it's making me laugh awdhydfsvfadwfrgt 8. BULK AND SKULL BULK AND SKULLLLLLL!!!!!!!! HELLO BABIES!!! I love this style for them, they look so CUTE and smushable and cheek-pullable. Skull being depressed about Candace and bulk distracting him and cheering him up AND THE WAY THEY RUUUUNNNNN *wipes stray tear from eye* BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN <3

9. who is this man. why does he look like that girl from hinger games. 10. did they melt the alpha yet??

11. THIS ART STYLE. FOR THEM. YOUR HONOR I LOVE THIS PANEL (and they're shooting Matt. Lol i love that) 12. The empyreals?? IS THAT A BLUE KATAPPA 13. Jailbreak blue lady is Candace, I assume?? (She'd have looked prettier with blue hair, tbh. Why couldn't they just make zordon the bald eltarian. Why'd they have to make ALL ELTARIANS bald????) 14. Bulk and Skull are literally interviewing aliens. I don’t know how amazing THAT is, but also i cant stop laughing at the image of Mr. Blue katappa in my head.

For reference, this is Katappa.

Angry old general man who is one of the biggest memes here.

15. ERNIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 16. "Honestly, so much fanfic possibility. Wish I could figure out how to make it work..." <- you say, let me read this arc. Then I'll yell at you about it.

17. WAS THIS YOUR TRAP TO MAKE ME FALL INTO THE ENDLESS PUDDLE OF THE ELTARIAN WAR????? because i think it worked 18. GOLDAR!!!!!! Kim going "saved by gOlDaR?? I’m gonna need a minute" *cackles*

19. Taking a minute to appreciate THIS. How CUTE. AUGH. 20. and Goldar in that veryyyy last panel. BRO. GOLDIEBRO. I FEEL YOU. it's the downfall era for ALL of us. WHY MUST WE SUUUFFFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

i have so many thoughts here awdsfghbdfjsvns I NEED TO READ THIS ARC!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU AUGMENTT ASDNRGHJFDSCSEJDFG

[marydswitchduet]

Chastity Log Day 15

7/28

What Did We Do?

I had a rare day off but mommy still had to work. SO we didn't have much fun til later in the afternoon. But, it was still a LOT of fun.

Mommy wanted to make sure she looked her best, and I agreed, so we both showered and I shaved her legs, my legs, her kitty, and my little dicky.

I have a deep fetish and attraction for shaving, especially shaving genitals. It's so intimate, personal, and meticulous. I enjoyed rubbing the shaving cream up mommy's legs, which I did first. It went smoothly, and I loved feeling my hands up to mommy's kitty, which she slapped away.

I later went and shaved mommy's kitty. I mostly used electric shavers for that so we didn't have to worry about cuts. Once mommy's kitty was shaved, it looked good enough to eat.

Later, Mommy instructed me to go strip and shave as well. I had to shave essentially all below my waist. I've been shaving my diaper area, front, back and sides, for the last week or two I've been in chastity. Idk about anyone else, but it's HOT, HOT, HOT and humid. Even small day trips and errands padded can be very sweaty, sorry for the details lol.

Needless to say, I thought it would help with both sweat, smell, and friction. It seemed to be more helpful, especially using baby powder when it's humid too, GODSEND!

Either way, I shaved up, down, and sideways and was smooth an adult baby's bottom.

I went back and mommy diapered and powder me up. It was nice and felt myself slipping into space. Some of my night gets a little hazy, some 420 service to help slip into little space and just relax.

One of the moments I recall is mommy using my little dicky for her entertainment and, I think, trying to get me to make cummies to I'd be stuck in chastity longer. But I didn't so YAY, but also boo. Mommy only lets me make ruined cummies, which drains my little ballies but don't make me feel good...well as good. Mommy mentions whenever that happens that I may need a chastity cage more and more. After she used me, she diapered me back up and turned me over.

Next major thing I remember was mommy spanking me repeatedly. This was punishment for my creamies without permission. First mommy made light slaps to my padded bottom. They hurt, but I was okay. Then, gradually, she started to hit harder. Mommy mentioned afterward her tip was that she had to cup her hand.

My diapee offered me some protection. At first, mommy weas okay with my making little noises. But, later she got meaner and started smacking me harder and harder until I yelled what she wanted. I yelled what the 3 closing slaps were for.

Each one was for a time I made cummies without permission and when. At the end, mommy told me I had to be in little chastity for a month. MEEP.

I guess this may mean no fun grown up stuff at all, but I'm not sure. Mommy said once we figure a few things out, a cage is definitely in the works for me.

Mommy finished spanking me when she smacked me so hard I was trying to crawl away on the bed only to be smacked again and collapse.

I had to keep mentioning I'm a dirty boy, I think? If so, I think I could use something else to say. Maybe it's just to brat in me but I got bored.

How did it feel?

Humiliated, but cathartic release of sorts. Fresh n clean after shaving. Slightly proud as mommy said I did a good job

How are you feeling? Ball-Wise?

Better from being emptied but still sore as if they are still as full as my complete chastity

What I want more/less of in current dynamic?

More: Confirmation of what we're doing before we formally get started. Earlier in the night, we'd discussed having an SFW night where I was gonna get dipped and we were gonna sit on the couch and watch movies. Sounded nice.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed our NSFW antics we had above. I just think in one part of my brain I had one version of my little space that's more "childish" or "innocent" or sorts. But, then the erotic events switched my gears.

I am writing this more as a reflection to remind myself that I just want to bring those things up sooner. I meant to discuss this after our session was over, but I think we were both extremely satisfied and exhausted so even if I had thought of it, I doubt I could've said the words at all.

I would just enjoy those little space moments where it doesn't need to be sexy is all. Something I'm sure we'll figure out a way balance as well.

Things I’m enjoying

Spanking more than I thought I would. Likely because it's in a different context and even though I know it's because I'm in trouble I know there's no formal malice. Or the malice lives and dies in this space, and we both know that. My little self will be scared, my big self knows this is not going to last forever and I can keep going even beyond the point of breaking.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can I request michael getting jealous because some guy is flirting with the reader? (Also I think you might have turned off the anon feature, idk if that was intentional or not lol)

I did turn it off, but not on purpose! I’m so sorry!! I didn’t know you had to manually turn on Anon Asks when you reopened the requests!

I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the request! I love Jealous Michael 🥴

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Every Friday night, Michael took you out to dinner. It had been a tradition since you had gotten together. He’d make you dress nice, take you out to any restaurant of your choosing, and devote all of his time to you. Between his studio visits and his performances, he felt like he never had time for you, so he liked to make it up to you by taking you out and spoiling you rotten every week.

You were in your shared bedroom, waiting on your tall boyfriend to finished getting dressed. Michael was more worried about how he looked than you did, evidenced by the slowly growing mountain of clothes on the floor. Giggling to yourself, you shook your head as he paced from the floor length mirror back to his closet, grabbing another shirt and almost tearing the one he had on off. “You’re becoming a diva.” you mused, your (e/c) orbs following his every movement. Lips pursed in a thin line, he shot you an annoyed look, turning back to look in the mirror as he began buttoning the shirt he picked out. “I’m sorry not all of us look good in anything we put on.” he quipped, stepping back to observe the article of clothing. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the bed, striding over to stand infront of him.

Smoothing the tiny amount of wrinkles on the button up, you reached up to straighten his collar. “Michael, you looked good in the last 4 shirts you put on.” you assured, placing a hand on his cheek. The curly haired goth leaned his cheek into your hand, his eyes catching yours in a deep trance. You smiled up at him, leaning up to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Stop changing your shirts so we can go. You’re going to make us late.” you giggled, removing your hand from his face. He nodded, words failing him as he was lost in thought about you. Grabbing his wrist, you turned and dragged him from the bedroom and away from the closet you knew he desperately wanted to rummage through again.

Once downstairs, Michael finally gained conciousness again. Grabbing his keys and wallet, it was now his turn to usher you out of the front door. Locking it behind him, he walked you over to your side of his car, opening the door before you even had the chance to reach out. Smiling at him once again, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before sliding into the seat, buckling yourself in as he shut the door and hurried to the driver’s side. Once in, he started the car, and you began the short journey it took you to get to the restaurant.

Upon arrival, you sat in your seat, giddily watching Michael get out of the car and rush back over to your side, opening your door for you once again. Holding his hand out, you grabbed it, stepping out of the vehicle and straightening the clothes you were wearing. Looping your arm through his, the both of you walked into the restaurant, waiting at the host desk to be seated. A kind woman asked for your last name, and quickly ushered you to a small table with 2 seats across from each other. Orchestral music played softly in the background, combining smoothly with the chatter of the tables around you. A trio candelabra sat neatly in the center of each table, the candles lit and flames softly flickering every now and then. The air was warm, and spirits were high. Despite the commotion going on around you, the only person who retained your attention was Michael, who in turn had his full attention on you.

You shared simple conversation as you waited for the server to arrive at your table. You listened intently as he informed you of his upcoming shows and his new album, watching as he spoke passionately about his job. It made you feel warm knowing that he was so happy about his life in the moment. Just as he was about to dive into another topic, his phone began buzzing loudly. Michael reached into his pocket, groaning dramatically while looking at the caller i.d.

“It’s my manager.” he stated, showing you the screen. “Well, go answer it.” you replied, sending him a soft smile. He frowned, and began to set his phone down. It was your turn to shoot him an annoyed. “Michael, go answer the phone. It’ll be okay, you won’t be gone more than 5 minutes.” you reassured, placing your hand over his. He responded with an apologetic look, grabbing his phone and hitting the answer button, standing from the table and moving somewhere quieter. You smiled at his back, already knowing that he was griping to his manager about calling this late on a Friday night. Too lost in your day dream about Michael, you didn’t notice the waiter had finally come up to your table, pen and a note pad in his hands.

“Well, good evening, gorgeous. What will you be drinking tonight?” the waiter started, snapping you from your day dream. Turning your attention to the man, you gave him a friendly smile. “Could I please get 2 glasses of chardonnay?” you asked. He wrote your drink order quickly, a smirk showing on his face. “2 glasses of wine? Ready to get your partying started already?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow. You giggled, opening your mouth to reply to him before your eyes caught sight of the familiar curly headed man who had brought you here tonight. “Oh, one’s actually for my boyfriend.” you replied, shooting a smile at the tall man who had almost reached your table. The waiter hummed in response, turning on his heel and leaving with the promise of being right back.

“Ugh, I can’t even take the damn weekend off without being bothered.” Michael groaned, sliding into his seat upon arrival. Grabbing his hand, you began playing with his fingers, tracing over the veins that popped up against his skin. “What’s going on?” you asked, mind on him but eyes on his hand. He began rambling, filling you in on his phone call while you listened intently, adding in bits of your own judgement when you felt like you needed to. Subconciously, he turned his hand over, lacing his fingers with yours as he finished his rant, another annoyed groan falling from his mouth. You smiled at him, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

As the both of you fell silent, the waiter returned with your drinks. Setting the cups down, you couldn’t help but notice that your glass was a little more than half full, while Michael was given the normal amount. You moved to pick your glass up to pour some into your boyfriend’s, but the waiter was quick to make you pause, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. Looking up to him, your eyebrows furrowed, confusion written on your face. The waiter shot you a smirk and a wink, and unfortunately for him, that didn’t go unnoticed by Michael. He continued watching the other man speaking to you, not even throwing a glance in Michael’s direction. Becoming uncomfortable, your eyes began to dart back and forth between the two men, hoping that your beau would do something to get you out of said situation.

It was then that Michael abruptly stood up, throwing some cash down on the table. He shoved the waiter, maybe a little too hard, and grabbed your hand, all but dragging you away from the table and through the crowded dining room of the restaurant. He was wordless the entire time, his grip on your hand never easing up. You stumbled trying to keep up with his long strides, calling his name to try and get him to slow down. Arriving back at the car, he finally let go, but instead of opening your door like he always did, he walked straight to the driver’s side, opening the door and sliding him. You scoffed, opening your own door.

“Michael, what the fuck?” was all you asked as you got in, shutting the door behind you. He was wordless, instead cranking up the engine and all but flooring it out of the parking lot. The car ride was silent on the way home, your arms crossed over your chest as you stared at the road ahead of you. Michael pulled into the driveway of your home, turning the car off but sitting back in the seat. Looking into your lap, you tried to rack your brain for something to say. Something that would help you figure out what was up with the sudden temperament change. Your thoughts were cut off by his voice.

“I’m sorry.” he said, sincerely but with a short tone. Uncrossing your arms, you turned to stare at him. His eyes were on the steering wheel, his lower lip jutted out into a pout. You wanted to laugh and poke fun, but instead, you reached a hand out, placing it on his thigh. Sighing, his head hit the headrest, eyes still not looking at you. “I don’t know why I acted like that. When he touched you, I just saw red. When he winked, I just knew we had to leave before I beat the shit out of him. I just needed to get away before something happened.” he finished explaining, eyes never leaving the roof of the car. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you took his words in, imagining yourself in his position. You knew that if someone was trying to flirt with him, you’d probably do the same thing he did. You couldn’t blame him, and it made you think about how hurt he must have been to see what was happening.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you carefully maneuvered yourself out of your seat and over the center console, being careful not to hit your head on the car roof. Planting your butt in his lap, legs still laying over the center console with your feet propped up in the passenger seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his chest. Feeling his arms snake around your middle, you just sat there with him, enjoying the peaceful moment. Pulling away, you looked at him, smiling sweetly to him.

“Michael, I understand. You did what you had to do, and that’s okay. You got us out of a situation that would have been horrible if we stayed, and I’m so thankful for that. I know what you were seeing was making you jealous, and I understand. That guy was a creep. I even told him I was there with you, but he still wanted to make a move. There’s nothing to apologize to me about.” you reassured him quietly, cupping his face and rubbing your thumb over his cheek. He looked at you, a tiny smile growing on his own face. Placing a few kisses to his jawline, you moved to his lips, catching him in a soft lip lock. Michael sighed against you, one hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck as he pulled impossibly closer.

Breaking away, you looked in his eyes, a devilish smirk crawling over your lips. “Plus… that was kinda hot.” you giggled, watching his eyes widen slightly. At that sentence, he was quick to throw his door open, lifting you into his arms as he stood. From the car to the front door of your home, he rushed the two of you inside and up the stairs. You were about to be in for a very long night…