#also i live very close by and have completely open availability so i have that going for me

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Looks like I haven't. Okay, well, let's see. I'll just give highlights, but it'll be long, so let's do a readmore.

So, in mid-2022, I dared to age past about 35 and therefore started withering bodily. Of course, this is partly my fault, because I do not get enough exercise, but also (shakes fist at uncaring universe, pulls muscle in fist) Life Hates Me

So, I started getting muscle pain between the shoulder blades. In my case, this is actually one of those annoying to-avoid-one-disability-you-created-another things, because I've had problems with my lower back since I was in my mid-20s thanks to never using proper lumbar support. Therefore, my standard spot to be in my living room became the sofa that stretches away from the TV, because then I could lie on the sofa and prop my head up on the arm to watch, but that means I spent several years as a recreational candy cane and NOW HERE WE ARE. I remember desperately trying to find a massage therapist that could see me that day before I went away to Edinburgh in August that year, and there was nowhere at all available. I had to get one in Edinburgh when I arrived, which was lovely, but also about £20 more expensive, because Edinburgh.

And then! In November! Of 2022!

I must have wished really hard. Because around the corner from my house - so close I could forward roll that distance, if it weren't for, you know (gestures at body, pulls muscle in arm)... a massage parlour opened.

Except. Here's the thing.

It had a name like "Swansea Oriental Massage" or "Thai Lotus Massage" or what have you (real name not given for privacy reasons.) The kind of name that makes you go "Ah. An independent business, likely staffed by workers fresh from abroad, with a name that implies exotic women to a certain type of client. This may be entirely what it claims, but it definitely Fits a Profile."

And to be clear, I have no issues at all with it being a brothel! I truly, genuinely don't. But for obvious reasons, I do want to know if I'm booking a session with a masseuse or a sex worker, because those are very different types of happy endings.

So Steff and I tried looking them up, which became almost a game in itself. We were like "Right. It has a legitimate-looking website that offers three different types of massage: Swedish, Chinese and deep tissue, complete with a disclaimer that deep tissue is not recommended unless you have good pain tolerance. A brothel would probably use more euphemisms, right? Intimate massage, full personal, that sort of thing. But maybe those are euphemisms?"

And then we'd be like "We have found a review. It says 'Very relaxing, beautiful girl.' That could either be a clumsily worded review from a gross orientalist marvelling about the massage, or it could be a subtle nod to them being sex workers."

And we went back and forth for weeks, until in the end I was like, no, enough. I am in pain. There must be someone, in any brothel, who can give a genuine massage - if you hide behind the phrase 'massage parlour', you MUST get people turning up occasionally looking for a back, neck and shoulders. It's the seamstress/needlewoman thing in Pratchett. They must be able to go 'Tracy, this one's for you.' That's who I need. I need Tracy. I need to be able to enter and go "Trace, what it is, it's my neck - no, no, Trace, leave your clothes on. Or, don't, I don't know your process. At this point I don't care. You know what? You do you. Mash my neck, don't worry about the happy ending."

(Well, unless it's reasonably priced as an add-on. I'm bisexual and I love a bargain.)

So one particularly painful day I thought fuck it, and I rang to book.

It did not clear anything up.

"Hello!" I said, when the lovely woman on the phone answered. In the interests of avoiding embarrassment on all sides, I decided to be Very Clear. "I currently have pain in my neck and shoulders, so I'm after a massage."

"Of course!" said the nice lady. "When would you like?"

"Tonight?" I asked. "About seven? If you can fit me -"

"Of course!" she beamed. "We will see you at seven!"

And she hung up. That was it. She did not take my name, or anything further; there was no indication as to how I would make sure I could, you know, actually claim the appointment on arrival. That was it.

"Hmm," I thought.

And then the phone rang. I picked up.

"I forgot to ask!" said the woman. "Do you want a male or a female?"

This, I thought, could still very much go either way.

"Well," I said. "I don't mind. As it's for getting knots out, I suppose -"

"Ah!" she said delightedly. "A male! See you later!"

And she hung up again.

"Hmm," I thought.

And so it was that I went to the massage parlour that evening, still none the wiser, waved off by my husband telling me to take the happy ending if it's offered, because he didn't mind at all and didn't want me to feel unsatisfied. This was very kind, but also qualifies for a "He's a little confused but he's got the spirit" meme, because I cannot tell you how little I was thinking about sex and how much I was thinking about the Gordian situation in my trapezoids and the way it was making me move like a T-rex.

Anyway. I was met by a lovely man who took me to a private room, gave me a towel, and told me to call him in once I was undressed and settled on the bed. This I duly did.

And then, what followed ended up being an hour and a quarter of the best massage I have ever had in my entire fucking LIFE.

I paid for an hour, to be clear. But this guy put his hands on my shoulders, frowned, said "Hmm," and then proceeded to work me over like I was meat for a tenderiser. It wasn't sexual. I just ceased being a person in his eyes. I was just muscles to him. Flesh to sculpt. I became a personal challenge. I watched as he passed into a state of intensive hyperfocus, time slipping away from us. He was like a fucking truffle pig after those knots, Tumblrs. He found every one. I could literally hear them clicking as he pressed them.

It was also, and I cannot stress this enough, the closest I have ever come to achieving enlightenment. There were points where I thought I was no longer in residence. I think I purred.

Eventually, he remembered the time, and left so I could get dressed. Then he sat me down in a chair and spent a final bonus ten minutes on my neck and shoulders, during which we chatted. His UK name is Chris (it's not, but both his real UK and Chinese names are here redacted for obvious privacy reasons), and he told me all about how he wanted to be an architect, and how his parents were hoping he would go back to China but he likes Wales and wants to stay, and which is the best Cantonese restaurant in Swansea. It was great. Transcendent experience. I walked out pain-free for the first time in months. He told me to drink water because it would remove the toxins the massage might have unleashed, and I thought that is not true, Chris, but I will do it for you.

I got home. "It's not a brothel!" I told my waiting husband and friends. "It's a legitimate massage parlour!"

"Hurrah!" they all said. "Perhaps we should get massages too."

And so, I went weekly. One time he had to reschedule, and so I received a message saying "Hello, this is Chris the massage boy", which is the most endearing sentence anyone has ever said to me, just absolutely delightful. Such a nice guy.

And then, one day, Steff thought maybe he'd go and get a massage.

And; well.

It turns out, Tumblrs, I had drawn a conclusion from too few datapoints; it turns out, Tumblrs, if you are male, in addition to the Swedish/Chinese/deep tissue options, you also get to order off the Forbidden Menu.

I had been ushered into a room where I was given a towel, and Chris would leave and only return once I was under the towel on the bed, so that he never saw a thing. But the first major difference we discovered was that, when Steff arrived, he was taken to a room and the woman who took him in then watched him expectantly until he stripped naked in front of her.

He did so, and got on the bed. She said, "Do you want two hands? Four hands? I can bring someone in."

"Oh," said Steff. "Um. Just a massage, please."

She stared at him.

"But," she said. "You don't want...?"

She mimed, very graphically, the act of wanking him off.

"No thanks," said Steff, voice getting higher.

"No??" she said, dumbstruck.

"Just a massage, please!" squeaked Steff.

They stared at each other.

"Okay," she said after a moment. "Okay."

She gave him the massage. It was very good. He's been back a few times. He's offered the menu every time. Every time, they are baffled by his refusal.

And then tragedy struck after almost a year - Chris the massage boy became Chris the no-longer-massage boy and moved away to Cardiff. Devastating. Horrifying. I was inconsolable for months. Why do bad things happen to good people.

Which meant I started seeing the other workers there. I don't think I've ever seen the same one twice, so immediately, there's an issue of never getting to a point with anyone where they know how much pressure I like/can take or anything like that; but also, every damn one of them has been a waif of a girl I could bench press with one hand with no ability to do a proper deep tissue massage.

Mostly, this has not been a problem. They do very nice massages regardless, though it turns out they really do just wait for you to get naked in front of them, and Chris was very much an outlier in that regard. But a few months back I did get one who checked the file they apparently had on me, and got out her language translation app on her phone, and spoke into it. In English it read, "You want me to go hard? Deep?"

"Well," I said. "Just on my back, if possible?"

Her phone translated what I said into Chinese, for her to read. She nodded, and said something back, and held up the phone.

"My me is very small," it read. "But I will try."

And then what she did, Tumblrs, was channel every ounce of rage and hatred and inter-generational trauma for the British that she possessed in her heart straight into into her hands and, by extension, my me. Have you ever seen someone, like, scrub at a bloodstain that won't come out, and is going to send them to prison? Ever seen someone scrub so hard and so fast and so desperately that they start grating off their own fingertips, and yet they just keep scrubbing? Ever seen someone scrub like their life might literally be depending on it?

How I still have skin baffles me. I'm astonished she didn't buff off every mole on my back. She fucking pummelled me. And the worst part was, she didn't let up once she moved away from my back and down my legs, and I couldn't communicate that she was now going far too hard, because she didn't speak English and her magic phone app was put away, and also I'm a wimp who never tells tradespeople when I'm unhappy. It was an endurance session. I paid her £30 for it, and thanked her once she was done.

Anyway. All this brings me to today.

So I managed to jar my back by falling off a Ninja Warrior cheese-shaped board just before New Year, which, naturally, jarred right between my shoulder blades. Super painful, now passed, but the stiffness has remained and seems reluctant to leave; so, I thought, it's massage time.

And

Well

I think that was the worst massage I've ever had from that brothel.

Not bad as in painful! It was not bad as in "This is actively painful." But it has never been clearer that this girl was a sex worker cosplaying as a massage therapist, and was sort of guessing at what to do.

Like, she started on my back, and normally that's the focus of a massage. I would say you normally get about two thirds of the session on your back. Not so today. Today, in a half hour session, she spent maybe five minutes, if that, just loosely running her hands up and down my back. Just loosely. Sort of skimming her hands over the skin, if you will. A sort of extended stroke, like I was a flighty Thoroughbred.

Then she moved on, whereupon she she spent, conservatively, about TEN FULL MINUTES on the backs of my legs. Some of that was doing a sort of pressing pinch, where she was squeezing big handfuls of flesh. Some of it was a massage stroke. And the rest of it - quite a lot of it, actually - was her attempting that thing where massage therapists do the smacking with the sides of their hands, but she hadn't understood it, so it was actually about ten minutes of being softly but rigorously karate chopped on the thighs and calves.

(No overlapping strokes, mind. I appreciated the transferrable skills on display.)

Next, she told me to turn over, so I did. At this point, she attempted to put a towel over me. I'm unsure why, since I was bollock naked and had been the whole time; perhaps she wanted me to stay warm? I don't think it can have been for modesty, though, at least not entirely, because I KNOW the kitty cat was not wholly covered. I think there was a good centimetre or two of labia poking out the base, two happy little hills, peeping out at the room as the session progressed.

And progress it did, but with one change - she used absolutely zero oil to do my front. From this point onwards, this encounter was was done dry. That is probably making some of you wince, but honestly, it actually wasn't that bad, for reasons of there was very little massaging that actually required it from here on out.

She sort of pulled on my fingers first of all. Really very firmly too, one of them clicked. She started with my left arm, and pulled every finger in turn; then she raised my hand up above my elbow, pressed her thumbs into the centre, and then quite literally punched my palm. Then she laid the arm back down, held my shoulder down with one hand, and then used her other hand to grab my arm at different points to sort of half squish it, half grind it into the bed. And then she yanked on my shoulder, karate chopped a bit more on my forearm, and then that was it for Arm 1. Arm 2 was much of the same, except she added in a fun lil move where she sort of waved it about a bit from the shoulder a couple of times.

Then she went back to my legs. No more oil, so she sort of half-heartedly prodded and karate chopped my shins a bit, but to be honest I don't think her heart was in it by then.

But THEN she had a brainwave, so the last five to ten minutes were an attempt at a face massage.

Except when I say a face massage, I mean:

Well; she started well?

She did the fingertips on the temples, thumbs on the forehead, rotate gently thing, which lasted maybe 15 to 20 seconds. But then she got bored, I suspect, so she smooshed my cheeks a bit and rotated them vigorously like a cartoon character. And then she decided that I carry my stress in my forehead, so she started gently pinching my eyebrows and spider walking her fingertips left and right across them. And then she massaged my forehead for a moment

and then

she went back to karate chopping. On my forehead. Where my skull is. Repeatedly.

And like, don't get me wrong - it didn't hurt. But there's only so pleasurable and relaxing you can find "softly yet rapidly struck on the head in a rain of blows for two minutes straight."

Also, and I probably should have led with this, but she had her tits out the whole time.

Anyway it's my favourite place to go for a massage. I mean I now have to go somewhere else tonight to get my back sorted, admittedly, because I in fact carry my stress in the shoulders and not the eyebrows and they were the least attended part of me. But absolutely 10 out of 10 experience, no regrets.

Search is turning up nothing, but that's Tumblr even if there is something, so:

Have I told you guys about my many adventures with the brothel massage parlour around the corner from my house yet?

[t4tails]

nervous for my interview but calming myself because i know that just statistically speaking the fact that i care enough to prepare a little probably puts me above at least a quarter of other applicants in my age group

[kyseya]

You reap what you sow

Yandere farm brothers x f.reader

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Just your typical luck, your car had suddenly broken down in the middle of nowhere. What will you do now? You can’t stay there, there’s no food or water available. Luckily, you hadn’t run out of recourses just yet but it was very close to being gone.

You stepped out of the car and went around it, staring it down with waves of irritation rolling off you. You tried coming up with a plan. The next stop was miles away and it was nothing but a daydream that you’d be able to make it there on foot.

Right as you were about to give up and let the animals take you, the sound of wheels on gravel caught your attention. Turning around, you saw another car speeding towards you. Yes! You were saved! You waved at the person in the car and luckily enough it stopped. ‘I’m gonna pray it’s not Michael Meyers lost cousin or something.’

The door to the passenger side opened and you spotted a man sitting behind the wheel. He was young, around your age, probably a little older perhaps. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. You instantly noticed a scar below his left eye as you glanced at his face. You had to admit, he was very handsome; in a rugged type of way. You couldn’t help but eye how his plain shirt hugged all the muscles on his body. You mentally slapped yourself, ‘Geez (Y/n), you’re here to ask for help not ogle him like the last piece of cake at the party!’

“Your car broke down?” He asked, looking at the worthless piece of junk that had decided to betray you just minutes ago.

“Yeah, it did.” You scratched the back of your head in slight embarrassment. “I couldn’t trouble you for a ride, could I?” He was quiet for a moment, in which you hastily added, “Not for long! Just so I can get proper help from a mechanic. I won’t be a bother I promise.”

The man nodded. “Alright then, hop in.”

Your eyes lit up at his response. You gladly took a seat beside him and thanked him again for his help. “Thank you so much. You’re literally saving my life.”

He nodded once more. Guess he wasn’t much of a talker. Well not that it mattered much. You’d only stick around until you got to a town and found someone who could fix your vehicle. You didn’t have to be all buddy-buddy with each other. You only had to be happy he didn’t seem to want to kill you and hang your organs like Christmas ornaments. The chance of you meeting again was down to basically zero.

Or that’s what you thought, but life has a funny way of messing with you. It must have a grudge against you or else you wouldn’t be seated in the same position you were previously, only it being about 3 hours later. The drive to the nearest town was long(you definitely wouldn’t have made it by walking) and when you got there, you found out the one mechanic they had was out of town.

You thought you were going to have to spend the night in a bush, but you were pleasantly surprised to have your muscular helper offer a nights stay at his farm. You were grateful(once more) and also confused. Why was he being so nice to you when he didn’t have any reason to? It didn’t make sense. The two of you had just met, plus that you’ve only spoken a number of times and none of the conversations were noteworthy.

It was after you accepted you got to know his name, Weston. It fit him quite well, you thought. He told you there was a spare room you could use. It would be further away from his, to offer you some sort of privacy. He also mentioned there was one other person living on the farm, his younger brother. If he annoyed you, you could just tell him off, Weston said to you.

Your butt was sore from all the sitting, both in your own car but also from this little trip. The sky darkened and the sun had nearly completely disappeared when you finally arrived at the farm. It looked like you imagined. There was a large house which you assumed was the main house. Behind it was a big, red barn. You thought you could hear the faint sounds of animals.

Climbing out of the car, you glanced expectantly at your host, waiting for his initiative. You didn’t want to be rude and march right up to the house. As you were waiting, another figure came into view. He was much like his older brother, with brown hair and eyes to match. He was smiling at the both of you, although you caught a slight suspicion towards you.

“Who’s the new kid?” He asked his sibling, who gave him a rundown of what’s happened. You were a bit annoyed at how he called you ‘kid’, you were very much a grown person. And he’s one to talk, you were sure he was younger than you, even through all that brawn. He wasn’t as tall as Weston but he was no joke either. The younger brother looked at you with sympathy, “Really? Well that’s unfortunate. What’re you gonna do now that the mechanic’s gone- since you need him I’m guessing you don’t exactly know how to fix cars.”

You sighed, “I’m not sure yet. I’ll come up with something tomorrow. I’m too tired from all the driving and thinking.”

“Alright, I get it. I’m Lucas by the way.”

You shook his hand. “(Y/n), and thank you for having me. You’re really saving me here.”

“Haha, well Weston likes to pretend he’s heartless, but he’s really just a giant teddy bear.” Lucas said and smirked as he received a glare from the ‘teddy bear’.

“Come in (Y/n), I’ll show you your room.” Weston led you into the house.

Right as you stepped over the threshold, you felt a slight chill. Something felt wrong. You turned around to see Lucas’ beaming face. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Everything good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You’d gotten the impression that he’s a chill guy, but now you started wondering if you’d made the wrong choice.

“N-no, everything’s great!”

There was no turning back now, you thought as you descended deeper into the house.

It was unfortunate that every time you followed one of the brothers into town again, for supplies and other things, the mechanic was never there. Sadly it seemed like his vacation wasn’t over yet which meant no way home for you. However, you didn’t have it so bad. The brothers had been kind enough to let you keep staying with them at their farm.

Honestly it was pretty good there. Sure, it wasn’t what you were used to, but some change of scenery was good for you. Not wanting to appear lazy, you helped them to the best of your ability around the farm. You couldn’t lift heavy things like they could even if you really put your back into it, and you certainly didn’t trust yourself to milk the cows; something you could do was cook! It’d become a routine for them to do their work during the day and you’d make them lunch and then dinner in the evenings. You’d never seen yourself as a homemaker, though this was kind of fun. Maybe it was the heat poking your brain or it was that you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Besides, it was really nice looking out the kitchen window and catching a glimpse of them at work. You weren’t proud, but it did something for you. The way droplets of sweat ran down their backs, not in a gross way though, in an appealing manner. During the instances they took of their shirts, you got a front row seat to see the muscles in action. You now knew Lucas had stone-hard abs and that Weston had a very nice back.

Despite the fun in getting to know both of them individually, there were some things you couldn’t deny making you uncomfortable. For example, there was the curfew. That one had a good explanation; there were wild animals sometimes running around and they didn’t want you to get hurt. That made perfect sense! Though you couldn’t shake off that one time you couldn’t sleep and had gone outside on the porch for some air. You were just relaxing and looking at the bright stars when shouting woke you up more than your insomnia. Lucas had come rushing towards you in panic. He’d frantically asked you what you were doing up. You responded honestly and he slowly calmed down. He said you shouldn’t go out by yourself anymore. If you can’t sleep you can see the stars perfectly from the living room window, or better yet, you can come to one of their rooms instead.

Then there was the room furthest back in the barn. Although it could be excused as well, they told you that’s where they slaughtered the animals. But you could swear you heard something from inside, something that doesn’t sound at all like a cow, a pig or a chicken. Suspicion arose in you, but fear held you in a chokehold and prevented you from investigating. However nice they were to you, there was no way you’d risk pissing them off. Especially since the mechanic still wasn’t back which meant you had no way to escape, if it would be necessary.

Lucas had been right, Weston wasn’t as scary as he seemed in the beginning. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges but he had sweet moments too. Once during one of your little adventures on the porch, Weston had suddenly appeared by your side, giving you a scare. He apologised and asked why you were out. You were worried he would get angry considering you’d just recently had the ‘no more going out’- conversation with Lucas. To your surprise he chuckled at your nervous demeanor and did not reprimand you. He told you that in his opinion, Lucas was too paranoid for his own good and sometimes didn’t know when to stop. You don’t have to walk on eggshells, though you probably shouldn’t wander off the porch after dark. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterwards he declared he’s going to bed before wrapping you in a blanket, you didn’t even notice he had it with him until he turned you into a burrito. He was very sweet in his own way, you realised. From then on you paid more attention to the affection he undoubtedly showed. Sometimes it was hard to see, but it was definitely there.

Lucas on the other hand was more open with his affection; pulling you into hugs, asking about your day, petting your hair. All these thing he did daily. He, too, was incredibly sweet. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend that him and Weston shared DNA. They were so different. The only thing confirming their relation was little things how their eyes lit up the same way or how their smiles were similar(if you were fortunate enough to witness Weston smiling, that is). Lucas also had a protective streak. He constantly worried over your safety and wellbeing. Which was kind of nice, when he wasn’t nagging you about it every five seconds.

You better listen to them. It’s all for your best. Because if you don’t, you might end up walking into the barn, and then you might end up finding the remains of the mechanic you’ve been so desperately looking for. And that wouldn’t be very good now, would it?

[absurdthirst]

The Graduate {Professor!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Ratings: Explicit

Word Count: 15.9k

Warnings: Insults, rough sex, hate fucking, verbal sparring, power imbalance, age gap (everyone is legal), squirting, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, threat of being discovered, hurt feelings, angst

Comments: From the very first day in his class, you manage to piss Professor Tovar off. Thinking him antiquated as the history class he teaches. Verbally sparring with him until things turn physical in his office, you start hate fucking your professor every chance you get.

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The moment that he saw you in his class, Pero Tovar knew you would be a pain in his ass. You’re obviously older, not the fresh faced idiots that he is used to teaching, there is almost a defiant glint in your eyes. “You have the wrong lecture hall.” He grunts. “This is the introduction to ancient civilizations.”

You frown, confused that the professor would assume you’re not in the right class. You hold up your phone with your schedule to show him that you are indeed in the right place. “Says I’m in the right room on here.” You point to the screen and he narrows his eyes, fumbling to put the glasses that are in his pocket onto his nose so he can make sure you’re right. 

“You look too old to be in here.” He hums and you scoff, “with respect, professor, it looks like you could have lived in one of the ancient civilisations you’re teaching about but I’m not rude enough to comment. I’ll take my seat.” You lower your phone and spin on your heel to take your seat in the front row.

Pero growls, not used to being challenged like this by his students and he doesn’t like the way his eyes drop to your ass for a brief second. Finding it to be a nice one before he whirls around and slaps his palm against the chalkboard. He had been asked to replace the board with the one that uses dry erase markers, but he refused. He hated the damn things. “This class will not be easy to pass.” He announces. “You don’t do the reading, you don’t pass. You don’t attend the lectures, you don’t pass.” He turns around the class. “Don’t pass, see if I care. I get paid whether or not you fail and waste your parent’s money.” It’s a practiced speech, repeated every new semester. “The books I require are available in the campus bookstore, but buy that shit from Amazon. It’s cheaper.”

You want to roll your eyes at his heavy handed threat of failure. Some professors like to bully in the first month so people withdraw from the class. You take your laptop out and he turns around to look at you just as you open it. “Pen and paper is preferred. You remember more if you write it down instead of typing it out.” He says, raising his eyebrows at you before he turns back to the board.

You don’t close the laptop, but you do call him an asshole under your breath. A few of the other students hear you and giggle. Making Pero pause again and turn around to glare at you before beginning to speak again. Making you roll your eyes as he starts outlining the course syllabus and telling everyone to take note of his office hours. “Jesus Christ.” You snort, finding him to be boorish and it’s a miracle he’s stayed employed by the school. His demeanor is horrible.

Pero doesn’t pause for anyone’s benefit as he outlines his expectations and the syllabus. When he turns back after writing everything on the board, the class looks half confused and half bored. He chuckles under his breath, knowing that half the class will be gone before the end of the month. He has to maintain his reputation as one of the toughest classes to pass. You close your laptop and Pero removes his glasses, dismissing the class with a grunt and a wave of his hand. You gather your things and stand up, walking over to him. “Is there anything online for the syllabus?” You ask and Pero snorts, picking up a piece from his desk and handing it to you. He typed up the syllabus on his typewriter and Xeroxed it to get copies. “Here you go.” He smirks slightly and you huff, taking the paper. “Welcome to Introduction to Ancient Civilizations.” He declares and you snort, “more like welcome to 1985.” You wave the typed paper and stride past him, making your way to your next lecture where technology is appreciated.

Pero hates you already. Scoffing as he looks down at his syllabus, several other students skitter by him and grab a paper. He doesn’t need to have his work online, there’s a better way to do it. He huffs as he looks at the roster for the class. You are going to be a pain in his ass and he’s hoping you are one of the ones that drops out.

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It’s not an easy class to pass, that’s for sure. Professor Tovar is ruthless, allowing only typed and printed essays, quizzes are done by hand. Notes taken by hand. Your poor hand is exhausted. You know you’re the oldest student in his class. The classic return to school to finish your degree after your divorce story. Tovar hands you your paper back and you frown when you see “C” on the form. “Uh, what is this?” You demand, pointing at the paper.

Pero glances down at your paper and then back up to you. “I thought you were smart enough to understand that is your grade.” He snarks and a few of the students around you shift and cough to cover up an embarrassed laugh. “For future reference, I will mark the score you receive on the top of your paper in red, like this.” His tone is dripping with condescension, his attitude towards you not improving in the least when you sass him and give him snark every chance you get. It’s a fucking shame you’re attractive.

“I know it’s my grade. I’m questioning why it’s not an ‘A’” You ask and he snorts, remembering your paper more than most. “You cited the incorrect sources.” He almost smirks and you chuckle, reaching into your bag to pull out the book you need to return to the library. “That’s funny because the source I used is a book written by you.” You point at the book and his name on the front cover.

Pero rolls his eyes and flips over the paper to the reference page. “All your sources are websites.” He points to the online addresses. “I don’t accept those.” He knows what you are trying to do and it pisses him off. “Next time, if you have a problem with your deserved grade, speak to me during office hours.” He growls.

You clench your jaw, knowing his office hours are after your next class. You shake your head when he continues walking down the row to hand out the papers. He is infuriating. Your essay was good. Excellent really. It hit all the key points and you know half the kids are using Chat GPT to write their shit nowadays. You huff and gather your things to head to your next class, not looking back at him when you leave his lecture hall. After your next lecture is finished, you head to his office to protest your grade. Knocking on the door, he calls out for you to enter, and you storm in, paper in hand. “I demand to know why this paper got me a ‘C’.”

“Because the paper is worth a ‘C’.” He quips, barely looking up and dismissing you with a glance. “Anything else? I have a lot of other papers to grade.” He doesn’t care for you and has no interest in debating your pointless position of deserving a higher grade. He shuffles to another paper and starts to read while you stand over him.

You narrow your eyes at him, “I do not understand why online sources can’t be used when they are citing your book. I didn’t cite the page but the website. All the other professors allow it because they live in the 21st century.” You seethe, pointing at the sources at the bottom of your essay.

Pero slaps the pen down onto the desk, his chair scraping the floor as he shoots to his feet. “Because I don’t have time to check one thousand websites to make sure the little brats aren’t cheating.” He growls. “Putting in the work to research proper sources is good for you. Do some work for once.”

You shake your head, “maybe if you used technology you would find it easier to see if your students are cheating. There are programs that check sources and wording. You’d know that if you didn’t live in the dark ages.” You roll your eyes at him, “I mean, you’re older than me but I didn’t realize you’re that old.”

His brows lower and he curls his lip. “Not too much older.” He sneers. “Shouldn’t you be looking into your retirement packages rather than hounding my classroom?” He shoots back. “You are a little past your prime, eh?”

You gasp, rearing back from him, and you feel your stomach twist. “I - you’re a fucking asshole.” You hiss, uncaring if you get a bad grade or he targets you. He needs to be told.

“And you are a stuck up, know it all, bitch.” Pero growls back, leaning forward and glaring at you. “You should do us both a favor and drop my class.”

You glare at him, stepping closer to him, his eyes burning into you, and you don’t know who moves first. When you think about it later, you’ll say he made the first move but it’s hard to figure it out when your lips crash with his.

Pero Tovar has prided himself on never being inappropriate with a student. He’s made them cry, he’s made them angry but he’s never kissed one. You….you, he devours. Trying to establish dominance over your willfulness through sheer force as his tongue slides against yours and he swallows a gasp. Spinning you around and pinning you against his desk, pressing his hardening body against yours.

You moan unconsciously into his mouth. Despite him being an asshole as a professor, he’s a sexy man and you can’t help but lust after him. Those broad shoulders, dark eyes, and the scar on his cheek have you thinking about him late at night. Okay, so sometimes it’s thinking about his demise but sometimes it’s about him wrecking you on his desk. You are ashamed to admit it to yourself. You whimper into his mouth, shifting up onto his desk, papers flying everywhere as you kiss him back just as eager and hungry.

His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing it as he pushes your thighs open to step between them. Hungry and unable to think of anything but fucking the attitude right out of you, he slides a hand under your skirt to dive beneath your panties.

You gasp into his mouth when his fingers press against your clit through your panties. His teeth are crashing against yours until you tangle your fingers in his hair, keeping his head still. His glasses knock against your nose so you reach up to take them off, tossing them onto his desk before pressing your lips back to his. A moan vibrates against his lips when his fingers rub your clit.

Your moans are pretty and he’s desperate to hear more of them. Effectively putting your normally smart mouth to better use as he makes you submit to him. One hand squeezes your breast as he rubs your clit, twisting his wrist to press his thumb to the bundle of nerves before he pulls them away and starts to rip his belt open.

You should push him away, tell him no, but this energy between you fizzles and has you wet for him. The raw need between you is like nothing you’ve experienced before. His thumb against your clit has your fingers digging into his shoulders while he pulls his cock out. There’s no questions about birth control, no words as he pulls your panties aside and lines up. You close your eyes and take every inch with a gasp as he pushes into you in one thrust.

Pero hisses out your name, low and almost spitting it as he drives into you. Jaw clenched and holding onto you tight while your walls pulse around him. He's broken every rule he's set for himself and the school's faith in him, but he can't think about that. Not when you are so tight and hot around him. "Pain in my ass." He growls, pulling back to start hammering into you roughly.

You know that anyone could walk in the door right now and see you like this but you don’t care. You cry out and he lets go of your hip to cover your mouth. You reach up to grip his wrist, keeping his hand on your mouth as he starts to fuck you in earnest. It’s so good. The way he stretches you out is slightly painful but this gives way to the conflicting emotions you’ve had. The hatred and anger you’ve felt towards him warring with your attraction to him. This is the explosion of those feelings and he seems to be on the same page as the desk sways beneath you.

It’s fast and harsh, your body taking every thrust and your pussy gripping around him like a vice. It’s intoxicating and he leans in to press his lips to yours again after pulling his hand away. Knowing he would rather keep you quiet with his tongue than his hand. Grunting into your mouth as he continues to work in and out of your tight cunt. He would deny ever thinking about you with his hand around his cock, but he would definitely be thinking about this the next time he jerks off. 

You lift your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips, moaning into the kiss as your hands come up to tangle in his hair, pulling on the dark locks a little too hard. He hisses into your mouth and you smirk against his lips, loving his reaction. He’s infuriating and so sexy. A deadly combination. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” He coos against your jaw and your eyelashes flutter in bliss. “Fu-fuck you.” You choke out, walls gripping his cock as he pushes you closer to your orgasm.

“You are.” He grunts, his hips slapping against the desk painfully, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is burying his cock inside you. “Fucking me like a needy little whore.” He chuckles. “Jumping your professor. Still won’t get you an ‘A’, no matter how tight your cunt is.”

You pull on his hair and he hisses again. “Don’t need you to increase my grade, just need you to - to do your fucking job.” You moan when he slides his hand down to rub your clit. “Yes. Just like that.” You pant, “and I - I didn’t jump you. You - you kissed me.” You defend yourself poorly, knowing you jumped at him with as much need. He’s been part of your nightly fantasies no matter how much you’d deny it.

Pero groans, too distracted by how you clench down around him to argue. You did jump him, desperate for his cock. So he’s going to make you cum, have you cream all over him and make your legs shake in pleasure. His fingers circle your clit in tight circles, keeping pace with the hard snaps of his hips. Groaning again as he feels your legs tighten around his hips. “Cum for me.” He demands.

You can’t deny him even if you tried. You gasp before you cry out, his mouth smothering his name as you clamp down on his cock. Your heels dig into his ass while you soak him and your hands slide down to his shoulders, trying to keep upright as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Oh God. Cu- cum for me. Safe.” You manage to choke out.

He pants, twitching violently inside you. Fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. Find the energy to increase his pace, barely keeping his hips from stuttering as he works himself closer. “Fuck.” He spits, biting his tongue to keep from rambling in Spanish as he is prone to do when he is fucking someone. He holds you tighter as his thrusts get sloppy. Grunting again as he pushes deep and paints your walls with hot spurts of his seed.

You keep your eyes open to watch him as he fills you up. His jaw clenched and his fingers digging into your hips. He looks feral and you fucking love it. He rocks himself through it, your cunt full of every drop of his cum, and you let him do it. “Holy shit.” You whisper, your senses returning as you realize what you just did. You fucked your professor.

Pero closes his eyes and sighs softly, pausing for a moment before he starts to pull out of you. Almost ashamed of what he’s done. He just fucked a student on his desk. He steps back and starts to quickly tucks his cock back into his pants.

You watch his demeanor change and you know it’s over so you pull your panties over the creamy mess he left between your thighs, shuffle off of his desk and tug your skirt back into place. “I- we shouldn’t have - we - shit.” You hiss, scrambling to grab your backpack from the floor.

Pero watches you go, frowning and feeling guilty when you rush out of his office. Sighing as he slowly moves to the door to close it behind you. He didn’t force you, but he can’t help but feel guilty.

****

When you arrive in his class the next day, you scurry to your seat, pulling out your notebook and you avoid looking at your professor as he writes on the board. His back muscles move under the thin white button down and you remember how they felt under your hands while he was inside of you. You stare at him until he spins around and you avert your eyes to the linoleum floor.

Pero glowers when you won’t even look at him. It makes him feel even worse about the fact that he had jerked off this morning thinking about how you had felt. He barks out the chapters he wants everyone to study and sits behind his desk, sulking.

You study the chapters he writes down, a sigh escaping your lips at the scowl on his face. You know you need to speak to him after class to address the elephant in the room. You can hardly concentrate on reading the pages in front of you, your eyes flicking up to look at Tovar every few seconds until he takes mercy on you and dismisses the class. You take your time, slowly putting your things away until everyone has left, and you approach him. "Do you, uh, want to discuss what happened yesterday?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder until you look at him again.

Pero clenches his jaw, stopping himself from being a sarcastic asshole. “We should.” He admits, wanting to hear from you that you regret it. He doesn’t, because he had felt a little softer towards you until you had avoided his gaze in the class today. “You go first.” He walks over to the door to shut it, leaving you alone in the lecture hall with no chance of someone overhearing.

You clear your throat and stand a little taller, refusing to crumble under his dark stare as he turns back towards you. “First of all, yesterday doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a prick but - but I don’t regret it. I had a good time and I- I wouldn’t mind it happening again but only if - who am I kidding? You’re gonna say no.” You scoff, closing your eyes for a second as you remember why you’re back in school.

“You’re still a bitch, but I would fuck you again.” Pero snorts, almost relieved by your confession. “But we cannot do it in my office again.” He tells you. “Someone could have walked in and there would be trouble.” He tilts his head when you open your eyes, moth ajar in shock. “Perhaps your snotty attitude would improve with a regular orgasm.”

You huff and roll your eyes before you drag your gaze down his body, wondering what he looks like out of the smart trousers and button down shirt. "You want to come to my place?" You ask, "or I can come to yours?"

There’s a small smirk on his face as he appraises you. “I will come to your house.” He decides. “Make you feel better after you kick me out.” He snorts, knowing that after he makes you cum, you will send him on his way. “Such a shame such a nice ass is attached to a sour mouth.”

You scoff, "and such a nice dick is attached to, well, a dick." His chuckle makes your stomach twist and you hate how you want him even now. You walk over to his desk, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. You make a show of bending over to write down your address for him and your phone number.

Pero watches your ass, grunting to himself as he swears it wiggles just a tiny amount. “You are a tease.” He’s not unhappy about that discovery, although his tone is gruff. “That will just make me fuck you harder.” He warns, chuckling to himself when you roll your eyes. “I wonder if you will be so sassy when I fuck your throat until you cry.”’

You smirk, turning around to walk over to him to hand the piece of paper over. “Maybe you’ll be nicer if you cum down my throat.” You counter, “or perhaps the best plan is to smother you with my pussy so you don’t say something to ruin this between us.” He takes the piece of paper and you step back, “seven tonight?” You ask, biting your lip.

He narrows his eyes at you, more amused than upset, but no one can really tell that. He’s got a face that makes most of the faculty avoid him and students fear him. It’s why your blatant sassy nature rubs him. “Seven.” He agrees, his voice raspy. “This time I want you naked. Not just pushing your panties to the side.”

“Yes sir.” You smirk, grabbing your books from the desk and you stride towards the door, unlocking it to exit into the hallway. You wink at him over your shoulder before you walk out of his lecture hall, inhaling deeply at the fact that you have started an affair with your professor. 

**** 

You exhale shakily, the clock reading ten to seven and you are wearing some sexy lingerie you haven’t worn before that was shoved in your dresser. Your dress is simple but short and you have a glass of wine in your hand to quell your nerves. Maybe he won’t show up. That would be the icing on the cake if he was messing with you.

Pero pulls into your apartment complex, calling himself an idiot as he parks. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t fuck a student, but he damn sure shouldn’t fuck a student that he argues with nearly every fucking class you’ve attended so far. Still, he gets out of his car, the bottle of wine something that William had suggested when he rang his old friend to talk. The other man had laughed at him and told him to bring wine or chocolates. He wasn’t going to bring chocolates. This wasn’t that kind of a date. Finding your apartment door, he knocks, knowing he is a few minutes early.

You brush down your dress when you stand up, making your way to the front door, and you swing it open to see Pero standing there with a bottle of wine in his hand. “Hey.” You murmur, taking in his new button down and the jeans that make your mouth water.

“Hey.” He clenches his jaw, biting back a groan over how good you look. “This is for- whatever.” He holds out the bottle. “It’s a wine from my region.” He tells you, having taken the time to find one of his favorites to share with you. You won’t appreciate it, probably hate it, but he would have tried.

Your eyebrows raise at the bottle of wine in his hand, surprised at the gesture. You take it and inspect it for a second. “Rioja.” You hum, “very nice choice. You’re many things but I must admit I’m surprised to see you know your wine.” You step aside so he can walk into your apartment. “Do you want a glass of this? I have a bottle of Cabernet already opened.”

“Whatever you are drinking.” Pero won’t insist on you opening the bottle, not when you have a bottle already breathing. “Why do you think a man born and raised in Spain would not know good wine?” He asks, raising a brow. “My research has taken me all over the world.”

You walk into your kitchen and he follows you, “you seem more like a whiskey man.” You shrug one shoulder, setting his bottle down so you can grab a glass and fill it with the already opened wine. “To fucking in secret.” You toast, holding up your own glass when he takes his from your hand.

Pero snorts, smirking slightly. “To the taming of the shrew.” He grunts, enjoying the way you narrow your eyes at him. Even though he does not like being challenged in the classroom, he finds he likes your wicked tongue and your sharp wit. You aren’t the blockheaded inexperienced dolt like the others in the class.

You take a large sip of wine, setting your glass down after a moment to step closer to him. “You look good in jeans.” You confess, sliding your hands along his chest to play with the buttons of his shirt, “you look good in class. I usually sit there and think of ways to fuck you, after considering how to kill you.” You smirk, looking at him from under your eyelashes.

He huffs, lifting a brow. “I’ve thought about putting you over my knee in the middle of the lecture.” He admits. “But now I don’t know if it’s to beat your ass or finger you.” His cock twitches in his jeans when you flick a finger over his nipple under the shirt. “Did you argue with me because you wanted to fuck me, bonita?”

You scoff, “absolutely not. I think your ways are antiquated at best. Other professors don’t make us use book references, they use a Dropbox for essays. They use computers.” You flick the buttons of his shirt open. “You act like an old man when you’re not.” You admire the golden skin beneath his shirt, caressing it, and you feel his heart thump under your palm.

“Some older ways are better.” Pero protests, his pulse jumping slightly and his cock starting to harden. “Teaches them to think for themselves. Not to accept the first webpage that gives them the information they want. Checking references.”

You scoff, “you think they won’t cheat anyway? They can look up book references online and find the textbook online. Maybe you need to get with the times. Maybe someone younger can help.” You coo, leaning in to kiss his jaw as you slide your hand down to cup his cock through his jeans.

Pero grunts, his cock twitching against your palm. “You aren’t that much younger than me.” He reminds you. “Believe it or not, I know how the internet works.”

You chuckle, stepping back from him to pick up your wine glass. It’s fun to tease him, noticing the furrow of his brow when you pull away. “I am the oldest one getting their degree. That’s for sure.” You snort and take a sip of your wine, “couldn’t find a job worth much more than minimum wage so I had to go back to school.”

He frowns for a moment. “Divorce?” He asks, not sure why you wouldn’t have had an established career, unless you were married and had kids. He glances around the apartment and doesn’t see any sign of kids.

You sigh, nodding, “yeah. I made the mistake of getting married to the guy I met in junior year. He was graduating and told me to drop out of school when we got married. He was from money. Old money. He was spoiled and his parents bought us a house. He had a trust fund so he didn’t care about work but he worked with his father and wanted me at his beck and call so I was a housewife. I would go to Pilates in the morning, decorate the house, cook dinner. God, it sounds boring now. Then one day. I found out that he was fucking his secretary. His young secretary…who he knocked up. She was having a boy so his family made him divorce me so they could have the next heir to the estate. Thank God we never had kids. The pre-nup I signed as a naive girl ensured I got nothing so here I am, back in school and trying to figure shit out.” You hate how pathetic and naive you sound, letting a man control your life like that, but you thought it was true love.

“It sounds like you married an idiot.” Pero snorts, shaking his head. He takes a sip of his wine and wonders if to miss your ex, the life you used to have. “He should have encouraged you to explore your passions. Not….yoga.” He rolls his eyes. “He wasn’t even that good in bed, was he?”

You snort, nodding, “how’d you guess? I wasn’t a virgin when I married him but I wasn’t experienced and he - I didn’t know any better. I don’t miss that life. It lacked purpose. I want to do something meaningful. I want to preserve history for the future generations.” You explain, “and have some good sex.”

Pero chuckles. “My class is a good start for the first, my cock for the second.” He jokes, taking another sip of the wine. “If you pass, you might be a good historian. You are smart if you would stop arguing and listen.”

“Thank you…I don’t take orders very well nowadays.” You confess, taking a sip of your wine. “So…what’s your story? I’m guessing there’s no wife. No kids? No tragically sad story?”

Pero snorts, shaking his head at your sarcasm but he shrugs slightly. “I was married.” He confesses as he stands in your kitchen. “We were young, like you - married in college though we both stayed in class.” It takes him back to a painful time and he scowls as he talks. “We were studying ancient China for our masters degrees. Both of us were fascinated by the legend of the Tao Tei.” He blows out a painful sigh. “Did you know there are still raiders in the most isolated regions of the foothills?” He asks rhetorically. “We were attacked, she was killed, my friend William and I barely survived - and I was left with the scar that makes so many cringe when they see me.” He points to his face.

Your jaw drops, "oh my God. I- Pero - that's - I'm so sorry." You choke, setting your wine glass down. You step towards him and swallow harshly, "that - that is tragically sad." You lift your hands as if to hug him before you change your mind, knowing he wouldn't want your comfort.

“It was a long time ago.” It’s disappointing when you don’t touch him. “None of the staff or students know.” He warns. “Just you.”

You nod, "I won't tell anyone. I- I am so sorry, Pero." You decide to bite the bullet, even if he pushes you away. You wrap your arms around his waist, "you are justified to be a miserable bastard."

“It was a long time ago.” He murmurs again, shifting into you and pulling you closer. He doesn’t mind the feel of your body close to his and your empathy is surprising. “William said that I need to stop living in the past, so he would like you busting my balls.”

You breathe in the peppery cologne he’s wearing, it suits him, and you caress his back. “Yeah, you definitely need to get with the times but I understand why you don’t want to move forward. Something tragic happened to you.” You reach up to cup his cheek, “how about we sit down with the wine?” You ask, knowing that he won’t want to keep talking about his trauma.

You’re being uncharacteristically sweet, or maybe this is how sweet you are when you aren’t butting heads with him. He nods and picks up his wine glass again. “I do not need to be drunk to fuck you again, though.” He promises, smirking slightly. “Even if you are a pain in my ass, I have thought about that interlude.”

You smirk, taking his hand to guide him over to your sofa. “Don’t mistake my momentary lapse of sweetness to be a white flag on our working relationship.” You inform him as you sit down on your sofa. “Now, you mentioned fucking…” You wink and lean in to kiss his jaw.

He huffs, disguising his laugh with the grunt and pulls you into his lap. Your wine almost sloshes over but you manage to keep from spilling it on him. “That is what I am here for, sí? He asks. “You asked me to come over to fuck you. You liked my cock when you were creaming all over it.”

“You seemed to enjoy it.” You grind down onto him, taking a sip of your wine and you lean in, gripping his jaw with your free hand to push his lips open so you can dribble the wine into his mouth before you press your lips to his.

It’s erotic, you feeding him the rich Cabernet, he groans as he swallows and he takes his time sweeping his tongue through your mouth to give you the taste back. Blindly setting his wine down to wrap his arms around you and help you rock on his hard cock as you grind slowly.

You moan into the kiss, setting your glass down on the table behind before you tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such an asshole.” You pant against his lips when he pinches your ass under your dress. “You love it.” He chuckles and you want to roll your eyes but his lips are back on yours.

You’re eager for him, pressing your body against his and he squeezes your ass before reaching for the hem of your dress. Breaking the kiss to pull it over your head and tossing it to the floor. Grunting in surprise at the lingerie underneath. It’s sexy and shows that you put some thought into the night. He palms your breast through the lacey cup of the bra and bites your lower lip. “Bonita.” He growls. “You want to impress me?” He chuckles.

You scoff, “as if. I wore this for myself.” You lie and he sees straight through you. “Of course you did.” He snorts and you huff, “it’s new. I’ve never worn it before.” You admit and reach out to work on the remaining buttons of his shirt, wanting to see all of him.

"It is pretty, but you don't need such things to be sexy." He admits, pinching your nipple through the fabric and reluctantly pulling away so you can drag his shirt down his shoulders. He wants to touch you, to make you cry out again - loud this time.

You caress his exposed skin, taking notice of the faded scars, and you lean in to kiss his collarbone, sliding your tongue along the skin and up his neck. You press kisses to his skin up to his pulse and you grind down onto the bulge in his pants. “Good to know. Gonna save me some money on panties.” You tease against his jaw.

He grunts, cock twitching against your core. "Then you won't bitch at me when I do this." He smirks as he grabs the sides of your panties and rips them apart, making it easier to pull them away from your wet cunt so he can touch you.

Your gasp echoes in your living room, and you moan when his fingers slide through your folds, “fuck. Thought about your fingers inside of me when you were writing on the board today.” You confess.

He chuckles, rubbing your clit with slow circles. “You did not pay attention to my lecture then.” He chides quietly, leaning in and biting down on your nipple sharply.

You grin against his jaw, “hard to pay attention when you’re so fucking boring to listen to.” You gasp when he pinches your clit. “You are such a bitch.” He hisses and you giggle, “you love it.”

He scoffs, but he doesn’t deny it. His wife had been a ball buster and he had loved her with everything he had. He slides his fingers up and curls them inside of you, smirking when you moan.

Grinding down onto his fingers, you moan his name and fumble to unbuckle his belt, reaching in to pull his cock out after flicking open the button. “Fuck. You’re so thick.” You coo, pumping his cock while his fingers curl inside of you.

He grunts against your jaw, his teeth scraping your skin. He loves the way you shiver, you’re responsive, sensitive to someone giving you pleasure. This is just sex, you find him attractive enough to fuck, and old enough - considering all your classmates are nearly ten years younger than you.

You pant when he curls his fingers just right, your grip on his cock loosening slightly, and you whimper his name when he presses his thumb to your clit. “Fuck yes, like that.” You moan, unafraid to voice what you want with him.

He takes your direction easily, focusing on the way you want him to touch you. As harsh as he is, as miserable as he can be, he wants the woman he fucks to enjoy herself. He pushes his fingers in to the knuckle and presses them against your spongy walls, seeking that perfect spot to make you see stars.

“Shit. Oh shit.” You cry out, your jaw dropping open and your eyes close as he works you higher on his thick digits. “Pero. I’m gonna - you’re gonna make me - fuckkkkk.” You practically vibrate as you cum on his fingers, eyes rolling back while you soak his digits.

Pero growls, leaning in to kiss along your neck, still thrusting his fingers against that spot as you cum. Greedy for all the gasping, whimpering moans you will give him. “That’s it, bonita.” He coos roughly. “Get nice and wet to take my cock.”

“Yes. Want to - God, want you to fuck me.” You whimper and he stills his fingers inside of you. “But first, I want to suck your cock.” You confess, reaching down to pull his fingers from inside of you and you shift to kneel between his legs. Reaching out to wrap your fingers around his cock, you pull the foreskin down and lean forward to wrap your lips around the head. Your eyes watching him as you kneel between his thighs.

He curses, low and fervently in Spanish. Practically hissing the words as your lips wrap around the sensitive head and he barely manages to keep from rocking his hips up into your mouth. “Hijo de puta.” He clenches his jaw tightly.

You want him to be wrecked by your mouth, to see him fall apart. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his cock. Your hand rests on his knee and you bring it to his chest, caressing his skin as you love the way he curses.

Giving you another moan, his head rolls back, leaning against the sofa. Enjoying the way you put pressure around his cock. You are eager and he would make a rude comment but he’s smart enough to not want to get bit.

You bob your head a little faster, sucking his cock with enthusiasm. You want him to love this, to feel good. Even if you think he’s a prick, you want him to want you. You pump what you can’t swallow with your hand, letting your spit dribble down into the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

Pero groans your name, cupping the back of your head and panting softly. Your mouth is the perfect combination of heat and wetness, the pressure amazing. “Fuck, you are so good.”

You moan around him, loving the praise, and you pump his cock a little faster, swallowing around him after you push his cock down your throat. Breathing harshly through your nose, you try to not choke.

“You-“ Pero whimpers when you twist your wrist and grabs your chin. “You have to stop. I do not want to finish like this.” He pants, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

You pull off of his cock, spit coating your chin as you look up at him, and you smirk. “Don’t think you can last, professor?” You tease, wanting to rile him up. You lick your lips and caress his thighs, “I thought you had more stamina than that.”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He huffs, thighs tightening under the fabric of his jeans. “If not, I’ll cum down your throat.”

You roll your eyes, shifting to stand in front of him and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra. “I am messing with you, professor.” You tease, leaning over him to hover your lips over his. “Wanna fuck me here or my bed?”

“Bed.” He rasps out, believing that you deserve more than a hurried fuck on your couch. “Take me to your bedroom.”

You take his hand, helping him up from the sofa, and you guide him through your apartment to your bedroom. You turn to face him when you’re in the room, your hands caressing his chest and you push his pants down his legs. “Want you inside of me again.” You demand, watching him kick his shoes off along with his pants.

“Lay down on your bed and spread your thighs, bonita.” He orders, stripping off his underwear and wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it slowly.

You follow his order, shifting to lay down on the bed. Resting your head on the pillows, you spread your legs as you watch him kneel on the bed, his fingers wrapped around his cock.

“You have such a pretty cunt.” He praises you. “You just need to be fucked regularly and you’ll be sweet, no?” He teases, smirking when you glare at him. “So I will fill you up again and then you can study while you drip my cum.”

Huffing as he shuffles closer to you, you reach down to rub your clit, “you made me cum in your office on your cock but how do I know that wasn’t a one off?” You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, “maybe you won’t get me off and I’ll need to be a bitch again.”

Pero smirks, amused by your taunts and he lifts your leg up to put it on his shoulder. “Don’t worry.” He grunts as he shuffles closer and presses the head of his cock to your wet entrance. “Here you’ll be able to scream my name.” With a sharp snap of his hips, he buries his cock in one thrust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he pushes deep inside of you, stretching you out. Your eyes closing until he growls, “keep your eyes on me.” You nod, struggling but managing to open your eyes. He starts to move inside of you and the angle has your chest heaving, “fuck, Tovar. That - that feels good.”

He huffs, wanting to point out that you had just challenged him. Told him that he might not make you cum. He has to prove you wrong. “You take it so well.” He hisses, twitching when you clench down around him. “So tight. Needed a good fuck, didn’t you? Those boys in your class couldn’t fuck you like you need, can they?”

You nod, mouth opens as a moan escapes your lips. “They are boys. They can’t satisfy me. I need a man. Someone who knows what they are doing. Is that you?” You challenge, squeezing your tits as he rocks into you. “You feel good inside of me but can you make me scream?”

His eyes are dark, lust filled as he rocks into you as he reaches down to pull your other leg up onto his hip and spreads his knees apart even more. “You’ll find out.” He promises. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me fucking you?” He demands.

You want to lie to him, want to tell him you’ve never imagined him while you touched yourself but you can’t lie when he looks at you like that. “A lot. From - from the first day. Imagined you fucking me on your desk in the lecture hall. In the chairs on the back row. Imagined you taking me in the hallway.” You admit, pinching your nipples until you let go of your tits, caressing his stomach as he pushes deep inside of you.

“Mierda.” Pero hisses, the sound whistling between his teeth. His hips rock forward a little harder. “You fought me because you wanted my cock? I could have given it to you sooner if you just told me. You didn’t have to go to such lengths.”

You giggle, “what can I say? I like riling you up. It’s sexy when you get pissed off. You thought I was a bitch so don’t act like you wanted me right off the bat. Did you jerk off thinking about me?” You ask, sliding your hand higher until you pinch his nipple.

Pero growls, his entire body lurching forward as he slams his hips into your ass again. “After.” He admits. “Jerked off when I woke up thinking about you. How you felt, sounded.” He groans when you clench down around him again in pleasure and he reaches down to rub your clit. “Fuck, you take me so well, bonita.”

You choke when he rubs your clit, hitting a spot inside of you at the same time that takes your breath away. “Fuck, Pero. You - you feel so good inside of me. Fucking hate how good you feel.” He thrusts deep again and you moan, “no. I love it. Keep going. Gonna make me cum like this.”

He chuckles darkly, slowing his hips down enough to make you whine and when you give him the sound he wants, he speeds up. Hammering into you harshly as he grunts from the effort

You cry out, your fingers digging into his upper arms as he bends you over, his cock hitting something deep and devastating inside of you. No one has fucked you like this. “Pero. Pero.” You almost thrash beneath him but he keeps you pinned down, “oh God. I - I’m gonna cum.” You admit breathlessly, “it’s - oh shit. I think I’m gonna pee.” You reveal and Pero chuckles, keeping his harsh pace. “Shitttt.” You squeal as you clamp down onto him, a gush of liquid squirting onto his lower stomach.

“Mierda, tan caliente.” Pero groans, slowing down his thrusts so he can feel your juices drip down. You squirted all over him and it makes him growl. “You soaked me, you little brat.” He huffs, proud of being able to make you do that. It’s obvious from the mortified expression in your face, you didn’t know your body could do that. “Do it again.” He orders, starting to rock his hips again.

You moan, feeling overstimulated and embarrassed but he seems to love it. His hips push against your ass and he grabs your leg from his hip, lifting it onto his shoulder to bend you over even more. "Oh fuck!" You cry, thighs starting to shake against his head as he rams into that same spot. "Pero. Oh fuck. That's - I'm gonna do it again." You pant, eyes clenching shut as you fall apart around his cock once more.

He groans your name, listening to the slick, sloppy sounds of your cunt and loving it. Feeling the splash of your juices soaking him even though he’s still not quite ready to cum. “That’s it, fuck, you’re so good at cumming for me.” He growls proudly. “Sleep like a baby tonight, eh?”

You nod, feeling lost in the sensations wrecking your body. "I want - want you to cum for me." You whine, hating how pathetic you sound and you'll cringe when you think back on it, but right now, you are lost in how good he's making you feel. "Want to wreck you. Let me - let me ride you." You demand, knowing you'll need a second to recover.

He doesn’t protest, he pulls out of you with a slight popping sound and lunges forward to press his lips to yours. Regardless of the animosity between you, it turns into raw sexual passion and he is quickly becoming addicted to it. Your legs fall and you push him back to roll him onto his back. Pero groans and reaches for you as you straddle his hips.

It's sloppy how you shift to sink down on his cock. Your hands sliding up his chest when you're fully seated on top of him. "Fuck. Feel even deeper like this." You moan, starting to grind on top of him. You surge forward to press your lips to his again, sliding your tongue against his.

His hands slide up your back and he holds you into place as you kiss him. He doesn’t take over, letting you command the experience right now. He groans into your mouth, flicking his tongue against yours.

Your fingers slide up to tangle in his hair, tilting his head so you can kiss along his neck, biting down on the skin before sucking a mark into his flesh as you rock on top of him. You want him to remember you were fucking him when he looks in the mirror

He almost rolls his eyes, but it feels too good to be too annoyed. Groaning quietly and twitching inside you as you slowly circle your hips. His hands slide up and down your back, gently rubbing and then down to your ass to squeeze.

You pick up the pace, leaning back so you can look at him, and you moan his name as he hits deeper inside of you. "Fuck yes." You moan, leaning back to brace your hands on his knees and you rock forward onto him, his eyes darting down to watch where he disappears inside of you.

Your tits start to bounce as you ride him. Making him look away from your cunt so he can stare at them and reach up to cup them after a minute. “You look so good on my cock.” He chokes out, squeezing your tits harshly.

"Good enough to break the rules." You chuckle breathlessly, moaning when he pinches your nipples playfully. You let go of his knee, sliding your hand down your stomach until you are rubbing your clit, walls fluttering around his cock.

​​Pero watches you again. “Good girl.” He rasps out, pinching your nipples again and tugging on them. “Make yourself cum again. You’re using my cock, aren’t you? Better than a toy? Or your fingers?”

You nod, "so much better." You confess, rubbing a little faster. "Fuck. I'm gonna - again. Shit!" You squeal, collapsing forward onto his chest as you start to orgasm once more on his cock. By now, you're exhausted but you want him to fill you up so you fight against your body, rocking onto him.

He wraps his arms around you and starts to move under you. Taking control now that he feels how boneless you are. Keeping his feet planted in the bed while he rocks up into you. “You want me to cum now, bonita?” He coos in your ear. “Fill that pretty cunt up so you can keep me inside you longer?”

"Yes. Yes. Please. Please cum. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you inside of me." You beg, turning your head to press your lips to his, "please cum for me." You plead against his lips while he hammers up into you.

It doesn’t take long. He’s worn you out and that is what he wanted. Grunting and moaning, he works himself into you faster. Feeling the pleasure building up and he gives one final push, his cock painting your walls with hot spurts of cum.

You groan against his chin as he fills you up. You love the hot feel of his cum pressing against your womb, and you moan his name as he rocks himself through his climax. When he's done, you slump against him, kissing along his neck and collarbone.

Panting quietly, the two you lay together and Pero can’t find the strength to push you off of him. Enjoying the moment and sighing softly as he closes his eyes. Still holding you to him as his cock softens inside you

You don't move for a few moments, enjoying the feel of him beneath you, and you whimper when you shift off of him, mindful of his cum welling up inside of you. "Not too bad for an old professor." You tease, shifting to lay down beside him on your pillow.

Pero snorts, rolling his eyes as he looks up at the ceiling fan. “I did the best with what I was given.” He jokes dryly, his fingers brushing your thigh and he feels his heart rate slowing down. “Cardio is good for me, or so I hear.”

"Good for the heart." You hum, caressing his chest as you lean into him slightly. "How'd you get these scars?" You ask, "is that - are they from-?" You don't finish the question, not sure if he wants to answer it if they are from the time his wife was killed.

“No.” Pero shakes his head. “After Maya died, I was angry, vengeful.” He admits. “I did things that you wouldn’t think a professor would do. Until I remembered my wife would have wanted me to finish my degree. To live.”

You don’t ask him to elaborate, certain that it’s things that even your experienced ears would struggle to listen to. “I have no right to speak about what your wife would want but I know you are here and you are functioning. That’s more than most people can say even after that kind of trauma.” You murmur, watching his expressions as you shift to sit up on your elbow.

“What about you?” He asks. “You did not lose your husband like I lost my wife, but it might be worse.” He tells you. “He betrayed you. Made a lie of the vows he took, yet you are still strong.” He snorts. “Maybe too strong.”

You hum, reaching up to trace the length of his aquiline nose, “he betrayed me but he did me a favor. I wasn’t living. I was…I was going through the motions. Now, I get to choose what my life is. I get to be in control. I was so angry with him, upset and betrayed. But now? I thank him. I am free and able to do what I want.” You trace his lips, “my trauma is not like your trauma. I can tell you loved your wife. I didn’t love my husband. Not in the end.”

“You must have at one point.” He figures, wrinkling his nose slightly when you tap the tip of it. “It does not matter, she is gone.” He has grieved her, and he knows that the life he had planned with her will never happen. William likes to say that he is stuck in place, but there has never been a reason to really change.

“Even more reason to live for her then, no?” You ask, tapping his chin as you sit up from the bed. “I gotta clean up. I’m going to shower. You’re welcome to join or you can leave. Whatever you feel more comfortable doing.” You say, waddling slightly into your bathroom to avoid dripping his cum on the floor.

Pero feels guilty as he stands and walks over to his underwear and pants. “I should go.” He calls out as he starts to pull on his clothes, ignoring the little voice that is telling him to stay. You don’t really want him to, you are just being polite. This was an invitation for sex, not a relationship. “I have papers to grade.”

You try to not care that he’s leaving so soon. You know what he came here for and it wasn’t to have a movie night on the sofa and order take out. You grab your robe after you pee and clean up, finding him as he’s putting on his shoes. “I had a good time.” You say as you cross your arms, “maybe…maybe we can do it again.” You suggest, shrugging one shoulder.

You sound unsure, making Pero frown as he looks up from tying the laces. “You decide when you want me inside you again, bonita.” He reminds you. “Let me know.”

You nod, tying the robe around your body as he stands up. “I’ll see you in class.” You tell him, watching him get his jacket and you hate how fucking handsome he looks. This is just sex. He’s an asshole. That’s what you remind yourself of. He nods, “see you in class.” He grabs his car keys and opens your door, turning to look at you one last time before he closes it behind him. You sigh, rubbing your cheek, and you know this just got more complicated…and you need to change your sheets.

The next few weeks are much the same. Pero snarks and spits at you in the lecture hall, while you make his teaching life miserable. Only for him to come over nearly every night to fuck you into your mattress until you are worn out. He still doesn’t stay, but today he had found himself packing a small bag in case he decides to sleep in your bed.

You hear the doorbell ring and grin, not noticing it until you’re unlocking the door. When did you start to grin for Professor Tovar? You force your expression into a softer smile and open the door, “decided to allow my comment today slide or are you going to punish me, Professor?” You smirk, leaning against the door.

Pero snorts and sends you a glare that has no heat behind it. “Why do you always have to be a pain in my ass?” He huffs, shaking his head and grunting his thanks when you push the door open wider to let him in. “You’re sweet when I fuck you, but sour the rest of the time. Should I just have you sit on my cock during class?”

You smirk, “now that would be a sight for your students. What would they think of their scary professor? Reduced to groaning because of my pussy.” You cross your arms and turn to face him after shutting the door. “I still think I earned an ‘A’ on that last test.” You huff but ignore the way he glares at you as he steps into your apartment and sets his bag down. That makes you raise your eyebrows, “want me to cook breakfast after you fuck me all night long?”

“I deserve it.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at your sass, although he secretly loves it. “I decided your wet sheets would feel better to sleep in after I make you squirt all over them again.” He declares, smirking slightly. You had bought an extra mattress protector after the last one failed under the constant fucking. “I like my bacon extra crispy and my coffee black.”

“And your whiskey neat.” You wink, walking over to your counter to grab the bottle of whiskey you keep for Pero in your apartment. You pour him a glass and stride over to hand it to him, grabbing your glass of wine. “And don’t worry, I got some spare sheets ready.” You wink, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

He hums and turns his head, pressing his lips to yours. It’s almost pathetic how his body immediately leaps to attention when he just smells the perfume that he has come to associate with you. “You should wear a skirt and no panties tomorrow.” He suggests with a smirk when he pulls back.

You giggle, nodding as you take a sip of your wine. “If you make me squirt again, it’s a deal.” You promise and he chuckles, “oh now that’s something I can deliver on.” You giggle, knowing he’s not wrong and you press your lips to his again, fumbling to set your wine glass down as you fall under his spell again. 

**** 

“Today, we are going to delve into Ancient Egypt.” Pero announces as he writes it down on the board and you bite your lip, watching his muscles move beneath his button down. You know the scratches you let on his skin are still visible beneath the material and that makes you clench your thighs together. When his gaze drifts back to the rows of students, you make a show of uncrossing and crossing your legs, letting him see that you fulfilled your promise.

His eyes narrow, the rest of the class believing that he is once again annoyed at you, but he’s really just focusing on the sight of your cunt. His gaze becomes predatory. “Do you have a problem?” He asks you, almost smirking when you snap your thighs closed when the entire class turns back to look at you. 

“Yeah.” You scoff. “I do.” 

Pero huffs and motions you forward. “Come down then.” He challenges. “You read the lecture and tell me where I’ve gotten it wrong.”

You roll your eyes and the students murmur in shock when you stand up and make your way up to the board. “You are starting in the wrong era. I think you need to teach from the end to the beginning to truly understand the fall of the Egyptians and their legacy in human history.”

“And who determines which beginning?” He challenges, waiting for you to step behind the podium. “Should we go back to the dinosaurs?”

You huff, “no. I mean we start with Cleopatra and Caesarion and end with Narmer. It would make sense to go from the end to the beginning to decide what the downfall of the Egyptian empire was.” You cross your arms, “but by all means, continue your lesson.”

Pero steps close to you, the class seemingly holding their breath and wondering if they are going to see Professor Tovar flip out on you. “If you think you can teach the class, give the lesson.” His hand slides up your skirt, hidden behind the podium and you, his fingers brushing your cunt.

You clear your throat, as if in warning to Pero, and to try to state your case. “Who here has heard about Cleopatra?” You ask, knowing that some might have not. Half the class raises their hands. “Okay, well, uh, oh.” You gasp when Pero’s fingers slide through your folds, rubbing your clit. “We - we should begin there. In, uh, 30 BC, Cleopatra died. Allegedly through suicide by- by a fatal bite from a venomous snake.”

“What kind of snake?” Pero demands, wanting you to shake in front of the class as he uses the time he has spent in your bed against you right now. It’s a turn on, knowing he is bringing you pleasure in front of all of them.

You try so hard to not close your eyes, or widen them when he pushes two thick digits into your pussy. He kicks at your ankle, spreading you wider and you lean against his podium a little more. “Either an asp or a - a cobra. Both are poetic. She - the cobra was associated with her favorite goddess, Isis. A cobra represents royalty. She - she wrote in her suicide note that she be buried by Antony.” You remember the books you’ve read over the years with as much effort as possible while Pero continues to finger you.

He listens to you, forgetting the rest of the class is even there as he continues to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. He just hums, expecting you to continue as he does. Smirking to himself as your lips press together and you swallow a small sound.

“Cleopatra was the last a-actual Pharaoh. A queen. She had twins and her downfall came when - when Octavian - Octavian ordered the murder of Cleopatra and her maids, it provided her the space and opportunity to kill herself. He directed his guards to hunt down and kill Caesarion, Cleopatra’s teenage son with Caesar, to remove any question of the boy’s succeeding his mother on the throne.” You rush out what you were saying, “so to - to understand the Egyptian empire. You need to - oh God.” You choke when you’re close, “you need to understand it’s downfall and work back from- From there.” You grip the edges of the podium as you cum, closing your eyes for a second and biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from making a noise.

Pero scoffs as he works you through the last remaining moments of your orgasm. “Look down at my lecture, bonita.” He murmurs this too low for anyone else to hear you.

You look down at the notes in front of you, the timeline he has for the lecture and you fluster. He was going to work from the end to the beginning. You swallow harshly, cheeks flaming hot as he withdraws his fingers from inside of you, glistening with your cum. “It - it seems that is all I have to offer, unless you’d like me to take over your entire lecture.” You tell Pero, eyes burning into his as you turn your head to look at him.

Pero wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “And have you stumbling and stuttering through my lecture?” He snorts and slips his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean, pulling them out with a pop. “You can take your seat.”

You stumble to your seat, some students laughing and thinking you’re embarrassed. Some watch in shock as you barely manage to sit down in your seat. Your eyes meet Pero’s as he adjusts his glasses and your throat is so dry. You know he’s standing behind the podium to hide his hard on and you cross your legs, squeezing your thighs together at the thought of him fucking you against his podium. He continues where you left off but you don’t hear a word of it. You linger after he finishes his lecture, taking your time to gather your things until everyone has left. You abandon your things as you stand up, striding across the room to wrap your arms around his neck and drag his face to yours so you can kiss him.

He had been expecting you to act, watching you as you stared off into space. You have been off in your own little world and daydreaming about what he had done to you in front of the entire class. He pulls you close, knowing he is taking a risk, but it’s worth it. It’s worth tasting you and feeling your passion.

You pull back after a second, your hands sliding down his chest and you look over at the door to make sure no one saw you. “I’m studying in the library after class. Need to make sure that I’m using book sources.” You inform him, letting him know you won’t be home if he plans to come over. “Maybe you can come and find me.” You slide your hand down to squeeze his cock through his pants, “and I can return the favor.”

Pero grunts, twitching under your touch but he smirks at you. “Study hard.” He snickers, knowing that he would be finding you. He steps away from you and straightens slightly. “Maybe I’ll let you look at my lecture before you get called to the front of the class tomorrow.” Shrugging slightly, he smirks again. “Or maybe you like being fingered in the front of the lecture hall.”

“You’re a bastard.” You huff at him, walking over to your desk to grab your things. “See you in the library later, Professor.” You walk towards the door and playfully lift your skirt over your ass to flash him before you leave the lecture hall, not looking back to see him curse and reach down to adjust himself. 

**** 

You bite your lip as you scan the row. It’s late, most people are gone and the librarian is on a break after you asked her too many times to help you locate the books you need. There’s no sign of Pero yet and you wonder if he decided to head home.

Waking through the aisles of the library, he’s searching for you. Absorbing the familiar smell of the books, he is relaxed here. Still spending hours on the weekend researching, although his own library at home rivals here for the books he sources. Researching another book that he is writing, although it’s slower coming now that he has been spending so many nights with you. Blowing out a frustrated breath when he doesn’t see you, he continues to the back of the library, only to find you on the last row. “Fuck, did you try to make it obvious?”

You shake your head when he appears, "no. I am trying to find a book for my paper and the librarian is on a break. I think she's tired of trying to help me find book sources." You raise your eyebrows at your professor before you try to find the book on the bottom shelf, kneeling down and you sense him shuffle over to you. You turn your head, looking up to see his crotch in your face, and you smirk when you discover the bulge in his pants.

Pero’s eyes are already dark, his cock hard before he had even walked into the damn library. “The blue spine.” He knows which book you are looking for just by the section you are in.

You turn your head back towards the shelf, quickly locating the book and you look up at him, "thanks...sir." You tease and he rolls his eyes. You set the book down and reach up to unbutton his pants, "let me show you how grateful I am." You coo and reach into his pants to pull his hard cock out. "My my my, Professor Tovar...what got you so hard?" You smirk before you grip his length, pulling the foreskin down so you can wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Pero hisses softly, grabbing the edge of a shelf to hold on to. “Maybe because you’re a cock tease.” He grunts, keeping up the grumpy facade until he moans softly at the press of your tongue. “Fuck, you love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

You pull off of him, letting your spit dribble down onto his cock as you pump him in a fist, "you love me sucking your cock." You counter and his grunt makes you giggle softly. You lean in, taking him in your mouth again, this time a little deeper.

“Best way to - fuck, shut you up.” He groans, rocking his hips forward to follow your mouth as you pull back. “You don’t talk with your mouth full.” Your hand around the base squeezes him tight but he loves the grip you have on him.

You glare at him but it doesn't land the same when your mouth is full of his girth. You moan around him in protest but he grabs your neck, keeping you still as he rocks into your mouth. You love it when he uses you like this so you widen your jaw and keep your eyes on him as he grips the shelf.

It’s wrong, the two of you could be caught, but he doesn’t care. He takes whatever you give him and he has found that he wants to spend as much time with you as he can. He grunts quietly, watching you and he moves to cup your cheek as you take him deeper.

You moan around him, loving the way he caresses your cheek, and you hollow your eyes around him. He's so girthy, it's hard to not have a jaw ache after a while. You pull off of him to catch your breath and pump his cock, twisting your wrist to work him higher.

“Fuck, look at you.” Pero grunts down at you. “So cock hungry. You’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?” His eyes roll back when you twirl your tongue around the sensitive head and press it against the slit. “Fuck, you just need to be on your knees for me during class.”

You moan, taking him deeper again, and he twitches in your mouth. You know you don’t have much more time so you grab the back of his thighs, pushing him further down your throat and your eyes start to water as he stretches your throat, pressing against your gag reflex but you breathe harshly through your nose.

He bites off another curse, eyes fluttering closed and he leans his head back, exposing his throat to your gaze when you look up. About to cum, his fingers curl around your cheek and he chokes out your name, body tensing as he spills down your throat.

He hunches over you as he cums, hot seed hitting the back of your throat and you eagerly swallow every drop. You squeeze his thighs, encouraging him to rock himself through his orgasm, and he does. You work him for every drop, his cock pulsing on your tongue until he hisses and comes to a stop, pulling out of your mouth. You smirk as you look up at him, “surely that’s got to be worth some extra credit?”

Pero growls, rolling his eyes at your comment, but he’s dragging you up to press his lips to yours. Needing a kiss from you before he ever even tucks his cock away. A shuffle and a dropped book halfway across the room makes him pull away from you. “Are you going to stop being a pain in my ass?” He asks, zipping himself up and raising a brow. “I didn’t think so.”

You giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before you pick up the book from the floor. “I better get back to work.” You glance over his shoulder, “don’t want people knowing I kinda of don’t mind you.” You offer him a wink, knowing he likely has things to do like grading papers.

Pero snorts and nods. “I’ll see you later.” He promises, knowing that he will come back over to spend the night with you again. It’s become almost a habit, and you haven’t made a comment about him leaving his toothbrush in your bathroom. It’s been unspoken and he hasn’t pushed it.

**** 

You curl around Pero, the morning sun shining through your curtains and you kiss his chest before you shift away from him, deciding to make some coffee. “Gotta wake up, Professor.” You say as you reach for your robe.

Pero grunts, opening his eyes and hating that you’ve moved away from him. You are warm and he misses the feel of your body pressed against his. “Class is canceled.” He groans, reaching for you to pull you back to the bed, but you just slip out of his reach. “Fuck.”

You chuckle, “it’s not. You need to get up.” You playfully slap his chest, wrapping your robe around your body as you make your way into the kitchen to start the coffee machine and make some breakfast. Pero is soon coming into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he comes over to you to wrap his arms around your waist just as the doorbell sounds out.

You frown, but Pero figures it's just the neighbor who has been very curious about his presence here. He has told you that the man is interested in dating you, but you don't believe him. "I will get it." He tells you, patting your hip. Perhaps seeing Pero right out of your bed would discourage the man from his interest. He walks to the door and opens it, surprised to find not the neighbor, but a well dressed, handsome man who looks shocked to see Pero standing there. "Who are you?" Pero grunts, wondering who this man is and what he wants.

“Who are you?” The man counters and your eyes widen at the voice of your ex husband. “What the hell are you doing here?” You growl, stomping over to the front door. “I wanted to talk. Didn’t expect you to be fucking someone else already.”

Pero scowls at the other man and looks back at you, sensing you don't want your ex here. "You can call her." He grunts at him. "Leave and don't come back."

Your ex shakes his head, “who the hell are you?” He asks Pero who scoffs, “I work at her university.” Your ex chuckles, “oh. I see. Well, you haven’t seen the last of me.” He promises and steps away from the door, a warning look towards you. “She left me, by the way.” He spits at you and you snort, “smart girl.”

Pero closes the door and turns to you, watching as you stare off for a moment. He can tell you are rattled and he wonders if you still have feelings for him. "We should get ready." He reminds you.

You nod, swallowing harshly as you work on fixing the coffee and some breakfast for you and Pero. “Sorry about that. I didn’t expect - I - I never imagined he’d show up.”

“He knows where you live.” That part surprises Pero, figuring you wouldn’t have wanted that when you finalized the divorce. “Do you think he will come back?”

“I don’t know. I never - I never told him where I lived. He must’ve - shit - he must’ve found me.” You scoff, “he is a prick. Let’s get ready. We gotta get to class.” You tell him, leaning in to kiss him softly.

“Okay.” Pero doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t say anything else. Quickly eating breakfast and joining you in the shower to get ready for class. Once you are both ready, he guides you to your car, watchful for your ex. “See you in class, bonita.” He murmurs, wondering when he had become so protective over you. When he had fallen for you.

****

You look up from your desk as the dean of the college walks in after Pero just dismissed his class. You frown and the dean looks over at you, “I need to speak to you in my office. Both of you.” The dean declares to Pero who frowns but nods, gesturing for you both to follow the dean to his office.

Pero’s stomach twists unpleasantly and he scowls as he walks into the office and sits down in front of the desk, in the seats provided. He doesn’t appreciate being called onto the carpet, although he has a feeling he knows what this is about. “What? Did one of those brats complain that I was too harsh?” He demands. “You know I don’t coddle them.”

The dean sighs and looks between you, “now, I know you know this isn’t about your class. This is what has been transpiring between you and your student.” The dean brings his gaze to you and you stare back, refusing to cower under his intensity.

Pero doesn’t say anything, just stares at the dean when he looks back over at him. “I received a call today.” He behinds, spreading his hands wide in apology. “My hands are tied. You know what is written in your contract.” Pero snorts and rolls his eyes, wanting to comment that you are a grown ass woman, but he doesn’t say a word. “You’re up for tenure, Pero.” The dean stresses, “and you’re sleeping with a student?”

You scoff, “I am a grown woman. A consenting adult. Why is this any of your business?” You ask and the dean huffs, “because it’s against our policy. Professor Tovar is up for tenure and if he is found to be violating the rules, then we have no choice but to fire him.” The dean says and you chuckle, “are you kidding me? Well it’s a good thing I’m not sleeping with him. I hate the man, honestly. I’m only taking his class to finish my degree. I have a year and a half left and I only took his class to finish what I came here for. I can assure you, I would never sleep with him. I hate him.” You declare, crossing your arms.

Your words pierce his heart, stabbing him until he feels like he’s bleeding. “Right.” He growls, shooting to his feet, his face twisted in anger. “You heard it. Can I go back to my work now?” He doesn’t wait for the dean to answer, just marches out of the office. The bastard can fire him if he doesn’t like it. Pero just has to get out of that room before he explodes.

You watch him go, forcing yourself to keep your face neutral as he leaves the room like a bat out of hell. “I suppose I shall have to take your word for it. If I see or hear of anything untoward, Professor Tovar is gone. Do you understand? And you will be removed from the school.” You nod, “yes sir.” You gather your bag and exhale shakily as you exit the room, deciding to head to your next class and find Pero in his office during his work hours. 

****

You knock on his door, hearing him call out for you to come in, and you step inside, shutting the door behind you. “You seem upset that I saved your ass.” You declare, seeing his scowl.

Pero shoots you a glare and then looks back down at his papers. “If you don’t have any questions about the lecture, I will have to ask you to leave.” He spits out. “It is not wise to be behind closed doors with a man you hate.” His hand nearly snaps the pen, he grips it so tight as he scrawls his notes in the margin. His heart aches and he wants to rage at you, but that would not be wise. He had always thought himself wise, until you come into his life and fucked him up. He’s in love with you, and you hate him.

You are speechless. Having expected him to understand that you lied to save his job and your position in the school. You swallow down the lump in your throat, tears stinging in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You nod and turn back towards the door, “of course, Professor Tovar. Have a good evening.” You step out of his office, the one that you’ve spent so much time with him in, and decide to go find the registrar to drop out of his class. Even if you fail it, it’s better than sitting there and knowing the man you love doesn’t love you back.

He continues to write, not stopping until he hears the click of the door as you release the handle and he sighs. Dropping his pen onto the desk and leaning back with a sigh as he rubs his eyes. “Fuck.” He hisses, his chin trembling dangerously until he clenches his jaw. Wishing that he had never opened that fucking door this morning.

****

Pero glances at your empty seat, the clock ticking above him, and he knows it’s too late for anyone to come in for this lecture. He sighs and turns back to the board, wondering if you’re sick or just skipping after what happened. He hasn’t spoken to you. You haven’t called or texted after you left his office and now, you’re missing. Your seat is empty and the space in Pero’s chest feels even emptier.

****

You sigh, pouring out a glass of wine. Today was exhausting and you hate that you let Pero get under your skin like this. You know he doesn’t feel the same way. It was obviously just sex for him. You shift to sit down on your sofa, staring blankly at the screen until your doorbell rings. You groan, wondering if it’s your ex husband coming back once more but when you answer the door, you’re surprised to see Pero standing on your doorstep.

“You missed class.” He glares at you and pushes the lecture notes towards you. “I don’t want you bitching when you fail the test because you didn’t know the material.” It’s a flimsy fucking excuse, but he needed to see you. He hadn’t slept last night, finding it nearly impossible when you weren’t curled up around him and sleeping on his chest.

You stare at him, “I- I am no longer in your class. I dropped it.” You tell him and he scoffs, “but then you’re going to get an automatic failure. It’s too late in the semester.” You shake your head, “I don’t care. I can’t sit there in the front row and watch you when I know that you don’t feel the same way that I feel about you. I know you can’t stand me, I know what we have is just…I don’t know- hate sex? Just please go. I don’t need you throwing this in my face. It’s done. We are done. You succeeded in getting me to drop your fucking class, Tovar.”

Pero hisses, reaching out and grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. “You hate me.” He growls in your face, sneering and trying to cover the hurt. “That’s how you feel. I’m supposed to be sorry that I love you? Is that it? Hate fucking is all you wanted? Fine.” He lets go of you and steps back. “Fail your class. Go back to your ex and live your unfulfilling life with boring sex.” He turns to walk away from your door, furious that he had told you how he feels. You will just use it against him.

“What the hell? You can’t just walk away after saying that shit!” You hiss at him, “and who the fuck said I was going back to my ex? God, you’re - you’re a prick.” You growl and Pero spins to face you.

“Of course I am.” Pero hisses. “You tell me everyday that I’m a prick. Of course I am. What more do you expect from me?” He demands, nearly deflating after he says that. Just staring at you. “Just- what do you want?” He asks helplessly, gesturing uselessly with his hands. “I would have quit, told them to go fuck themselves. Instead, you told them you hated me and would never sleep with me.” He frowns and sighs. “It’s not like you’ve told me things changed for you, so what am I supposed to think?”

You reach out to cup his cheeks, bringing his face to yours. “I don’t hate you. You’re a fucking asshole. A brilliant asshole who I - I love. I love you, Pero. I love how smart you are. I love how much you don’t give a shit about what people think of you. I love how fiercely loyal you are. I love you.” You choke, “I love you.”

This time, the kiss isn’t violent, but it is passionate. He lunges forward and presses his lips to yours, relief pouring off of him in waves as he gathers you in his arms and kicks the door closed behind him. He’s not leaving, he can’t leave. Moaning when you moan and letting his tongue sweep inside your mouth when you let him, Pero deepens the kiss, pouring all his emotions into it.

You stumble backwards towards your bedroom, Pero blindly reaching for the door handle and you feel your bed hit the back of your legs as he lifts you onto the bed. “You still - you haven’t responded.” You gasp when he kisses along your neck and his hands fumble with your shirt.

He growls, pulling back and rolling his eyes at you. “Are you always going to be a pain in my ass?” He huffs. “I love you. I couldn’t sleep last night because you weren’t snoring and drooling on my chest. I couldn’t hold you tight and feel your warmth.” He smirks when you roll your eyes and huff. “I love you, bonita. I don’t want to just fuck you, I- I never would have stayed or risked my job if it was just hate fucking.”

You grin, caressing his cheeks as he confesses how he feels. “I love you, Pero. God, you are - I don’t want to sleep apart from you. I don’t want to miss you like I did last night. I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t want to hate fuck, I want you to make love to me.” You demand, sliding your hands lower to begin working on unbuttoning his shirt.

“So demanding.” He scoffs, but he is shrugging out of his shirt as soon as you unbutton the last one and flinging it down. “I can’t believe you dropped the class.” He grunts. “I can fix it. I know the register, she likes me.” He promises, leaning in and nipping your chin before he kisses along your jaw.

You moan as he kisses you, “I don’t know if I can - they are gonna know and I don’t want you to lose your job, baby.” You reach down to unbutton his pants, “you been flirting with the register?” You tease, reaching in to pull his cock out of his pants.

Pero groans and twitches in your hand. “Job stability.” He jokes dryly. “A lot of students go to her because of me. I get a cake every Christmas.” He bats your hand away so he can push his pants down and kick them off, reaching for your leggings. “You graduate the class and then there’s nothing they can do. You won’t be my student.”

You lift your hips so he can drag your panties down and you sigh, “only a few more weeks until finals. Do you think we can make it to the end of the semester without risking everything?” You ask breathlessly as he slides his hand into your panties, making you moan when he starts to rub your clit.

“If they find out and fire me, so be it.” Pero growls, finding you wet and he loves how you always want him. “They will not look to your apartment, they dare not harass a student.”

You moan at both his touch and his words. The fact that he's still willing to risk it all for you has you bucking into his touch but he keeps you pinned to the bed. "Baby, I need - need you to fuck me." You plead, wanting more from him.

He leans down, pulling down your tank top and wrapping his lips around your nipple, shuffling between your thighs and lining up to sink into you. He pulls away from your nipple and kisses you as he slowly pushes inside your tight cunt.

"Fuck baby." You pant against his mouth, reaching down to grip the hem of your tank to pull it over your head, and you toss it on the floor. "Always feel so goddamn good inside of me." You whimper when he starts to slowly move inside of you.

“You feel good.” He moans, kissing along your neck. “So damn perfect around me.” He praises, twitching deep when you clench around him, squeezing him tight. He doesn’t speed up, wanting to take his time as he loves you this time.

“I love you.” You exhale shakily, closing your eyes as he kisses along your neck. “I love you so much baby.” You murmur, caressing his back as he moves over you. You swear you can feel his heart beating in his chest or it might be yours but you feel so connected to him.

“I love you too.” He groans, rocking into you at a slow pace. His arms are curling under you, pulling you closer and pressing you into the bed.

You moan his name as he rocks into you, in no rush to make you cum unlike the frantic fucking you’ve indulged in before. It doesn’t take long for him to work you up though, high on his love and the way you feel. You fall apart moments later, a moan escaping your lips as you cum around him.

Pero is quickly following you, groaning your name as he thrusts deep and shudders, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm and your love. Closing his eyes, he turns and presses his lips to yours as he fills you. Only to stop rocking his hips and settle on top of you, panting softly.

You kiss him slowly, savoring how this feels, and he keeps his body pressing into yours. “Te amo.” He murmurs and you smile, “I love you too.” You keep your eyes closed as you take in the moment. 

****

“Congratulations to the graduating class!” The dean declares and you grin, throwing your hat up in the air as you grip your degree in your hand. You finally did it. You turn to face the crowd, searching for Pero’s face in the group of professors and you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him.

Pero chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist and hauls you close. He’s garbed in his own cap and gown, having presented your degree to you by happenstance. There are murmurs around the two of you, but he couldn’t give a fuck less. You haven’t been his student since that first class that you had been in. He kisses you deeply and pulls back with a smirk. “You are still a pain in my ass.” He teases you, kissing your lips again. “But I’m proud of that and you.”

“Thank you, Professor Tovar.” You wink and he chuckles, “congratulations Mrs. Tovar. Now, shall we go celebrate your graduation?” He asks, knowing that his whole world has changed since you sat down in his class and sassed him. He wouldn’t change any of it, even if you’re still a pain in his ass. You lean in to kiss his jaw, “what do you say we go to your office for the last time?” You whisper and he groans, grateful for the gown he’s wearing. “Let’s go.” He grabs your hand and guides you through the crowd. You both know it won’t be the last time you fuck in his office. You’ll bring your husband his lunch on occasion, you’ll even end with dessert.

[henrioo]

If requests are still open would you been interested in writing some domestic Mihawk with his husband and their baby? Maybe reader teaches the kid their languages, and Mihawk gets the baby little sword plushies. Idk man but there's no way that man isn't secretly mushy 😭

°•*⁀➷ OUR LITTLE PEACE: MIHAWK

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "All Mihawk ever wanted was a peaceful life in his castle. But a perfect peaceful life is not complete without you, his husband, and now his little baby to fill his days with joy."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be cis or trans), MLM, homo relationship, homo marriage, Spoilers to the two years separation! (Zoro and Perona are in the castle and this is post Marineford), the author doesn't know anything about babies and children, almost nothing of Spanish because I couldn't think of one cute dialogue so sorry, not too many mentions of the reader gender like my others stories but still clear the reader is a men, also no mentions of the birth of the baby, no name or appearance to the baby so you can choose if is biology, adopted, imagine what you want.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,8k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Another story! Another male reader! Hehehehe, I skipped one day of posting but here it's the new one, another ask because I'm really trying to finish them to give more attention to another project and maybe write other stories idk. Thanks for the ask, I love writing family stuff hehehhe, this one was not that good because I'm having some struggles with my writing style but I hope everyone likes it! Byee

You yawned as you tested the milk in your hand, warm but not enough to burn your baby's tongue, perfect. Zoro was in a bad mood in the kitchen eating something, he had been beaten by Mihawk in the last training session and you suspected it was because the pirate was always lost in the castle and opening the doors with great force, which made a huge noise and always it made your baby start crying, irritated when awakened from his sleep. Which also made the older man a little irritated that someone was disturbing his son's sleep.

You made a mental note to try talk to your husband, although to be honest you were uncomfortable too. His son was a needy little boy and when he started crying he would stay like that for hours, until his throat got tired and he went back to sleep, so having to deal with it several times because Zoro kept waking him up was really frustrating.

You walked through the hallways, now with furniture all prepared to be baby proof, no furniture with pointy ends, no sliding rugs, doors in front of the stairs and other changes. At first you thought that Mihawk would be uncomfortable with the changes, to his surprise he took responsibility for changing everything without you even talking about it first. He spent weeks moving furniture, buying or making objects to close doors or round edges, he even made himself available to remove carpets and pictures, even going overboard with the protection.

Your husband has always been a very protective person, even before he was your husband or boyfriend. When he was just flirting, or courting, he was always very concerned about your ntegrity. If you were traveling, would he always give you the best accommodations, extreme climates? He has everything prepared, clothes and even medicine for illnesses, that is if he doesn't change the entire route of the trip to prevent inconvenience.

As you progressed in your relationship, the more protective Mihawk became, he would never be possessive or controlling, he was just genuinely concerned about your comfort and safety and felt it was his obligation as a lover to provide you with the best. Of course he respected you, after all you were also a man and a fighter, you were not weak in any way, it was your strength and intelligence that made Mihawk attract and fall in love with you in the first place. But living a life as a "pirate", an ally of the navy or just someone very strong in the grand line meant that your loved ones and even you were at risk of death at all times. He would never want to lose you and that's why he never let his guard down.

It was no different with his son, he wanted to give him a safe and as normal childhood as possible, thus arriving at this extremely careful point. He was already planning his son's diet and he wasn't even eating so many solid things yet...

"Almost there dear, it's papa, mi hijo, papa" You heard through the half-open door, there was an area of the castle that was closed just for the three of you. Even Zoro and Perona knew to stay away from that part, it being your private wing.

There was the bedroom where you two slept, a common room with the fireplace where you two usually stayed, a bathroom, a library next to the balcony and of course, your son's room. It was almost a complete house, except that it was inside a huge castle with many other rooms.

You stopped watching your husband next to your son, Mihawk was now wearing casual clothes although his shirt was more open, contact with the parents' skin was good for babies, he had told you. The baby laughed in his arms, trying to touch the adult's face with his chubby little hands. He wore thicker baby clothes to protect himself from the cold on the island, as your husband insisted that just the fireplace wasn't enough. The outfit was dark red with bat symbols, Perona had given away saying that the cute baby needed to maintain one parent's vampire reputation.

"Baba!" Your son exclaimed excitedly, laughing again, your husband's affectionate look and smile made your heart melt and your stomach feel strange.

For many, Mihawk was a cruel and merciless man, who could effortlessly cut through ships and defeat thousands of swordsmen at the same time without breaking a sweat. For you? Ah... To you, he was a loving man, a man who always brought gifts from every island he visited, who always had fresh flowers to give you, a man who would kill anyone who dared to offend you for being in a relationship with another man. For you, he was your husband.

"I'll only forgive your terrible pronunciation because you're too cute," Your husband said, shaking his son again.

"I think baba suits you a lot" You smiled entering the room, your husband had been trying to teach Spanish to your little baby for some time. Although this turned out to be a much longer task than he imagined.

"Of course I do" He mocked looking at you smiling, it's not like he could contradict you.

"Papa!" Your baby said excitedly and soon his attention was all on you, his little hands stretched out trying to reach you as quickly as possible.

"Why can he get the pronunciation right with you?" Mihawk looked at you confused and envious as he passed the child to you.

"Because he likes to annoy you" You smiled, rubbing your face with the chubby and soft face of your baby who laughed at the contact.

"Well, he got it out of you then..." Mihawk teased as he adjusted the chair so you were comfortable breastfeeding.

"Of course yes" You sat in the chair and then placed your son next to the bottle, he quickly held the bottle as he began to drink the milk. His eyes soon started to get tired and he relaxed against you, after all it was close to time for him to fall asleep.

"I should order a painting of you two like this, it would be the most beautiful work of art I have ever seen..." He sighed looking at the two of you with love, for him it seemed like a dream, so much peace with the people he loved most.

"He wouldn't be able to stay still for that long" You laughed, your baby used to be quite energetic, which had created some good confusion with you guys losing him in the huge castle.

“It would be worth a try” He chuckled and walked closer to you, caressing your cheek and then placing a kiss on your forehead. "I can put him to bed today, you should take a shower and rest."

"You already did this yesterday, I don't get that tired taking care of him, you practically do everything." You sighed, your husband always wanted to take the weight off your shoulders since he used to travel a lot. However, your son really wasn't that big of a job, now with Perona and Zoro here and the instability of the world government, you doubted that Mihawk would travel anytime soon, so your job was even easier since you shared it with your husband.

"Humpf" He huffed, he always sulked when you didn't allow him to take care of everything.

"Let's put him to bed together... Then after that we'll have some time just for the two of us" You suggested smiling, your baby had now let go of the bottle and was yawning, showing that he was ready to end the day.

"You know how to convince me, don't you?" Mihawk smiled, taking the empty bottle as you stood up with your baby.

"Of course, how do you think I got you to marry me?" You played with him. Soon you were running around the baby's room to rock him, your son clung to you yawning and finishing digesting the warm milk you had provided. Luckily he didn't give much work on that part.

When he had calmed down enough to be practically asleep, Mihawk had already prepared the crib, also carrying some stuffed animals and blankets in case you decided to add something else. You walked over with your baby and gently placed him in the crib, then he stretched out completely and then curled up again in a ball, grabbing a sword plush and messing up the blanket there.

"Sword?" You said looking confused at the plushie of a sword, you didn't remember having one of those. You then asked your husband.

You only met a proud, red-faced Mihawk if you had seen your son doing the most graceful thing possible.

"We have to start familiarizing him as soon as possible," he said, smiling to disguise that he had bought the plush hidden from you.

"Oh yeah? Familiarize our baby with his father's swordsmanship legacy?" You said, crossing your arms and smiling at him, you even wanted to pretend to be angry but you couldn't, not with him being so cute like that.

"Of course, he will be a great swordsman in the future" Mihawk said proudly, you raised your eyebrow.

"Of course, then he's going to beat Roronoa and then come kick his own father's ass, it seems like something my son would do" You said proudly leaving the room, knowing that Mihawk would now be thinking about the fact that one day he would fight seriously with his son, knowing he would never be able to hurt his own child.

It didn't take long for Mihawk to come up behind you with a thoughtful face as he too got ready for bed.

"Well... He's still young, we can't say if he'll actually be a swordsman" He said coughing embarrassedly as he sat next to you on the bed.

"Of course, maybe he's something else" You said smiling knowing you had hit the nail on the head. Mihawk would never be able to seriously fight his own son.

"Of course... Another thing" Mihawk said with flushed cheeks, he also knew that you knew. It was shameful for him to know that his husband knew him so well.

"Yeah, another thing where he doesn't have to kick his dad's ass" You laughed giving him a kiss on the cheek, knowing he would sulk at the idea for a while.

“You really like teasing me…” He sighed as the two of you cuddled together on the bed, ready to spend some time together before bed. And well, you couldn't deny it, your biggest fun was seeing the merciless and cruel Dracule Mihawk, the strongest swordsman in the world, reduced to a soft-hearted, caring husband and father who would do anything for his husband and son. Sometimes love also came with provocation.

[lowpolyanimals]

How are you doing?

hey! I am doing much better these days, PMDD is kicking my butt every month still but I am doing pretty well considering. I had to reduce my hours in work to help reclaim some of my life that PMDD takes but it helps a lot so I am very grateful I am able to do that. I got married last year and now am living with my spouse so that has been a dream come true and is such a big help too! I still have way too many hobbies and counting (thanks neopets) for my time available but I am slowly rotating them all and making the most out of my time finally!

I am really sorry that I was away for so long. At the time that I left, I was just so overwhelmed due to my PMDD getting worse and becoming unbearable, working whilst ill, trying to catch up on work / life missed due to ill health etc. and it all got a bit too much for me. Even the thought of coming back to the blog after a couple weeks was too overwhelming (because of how I was running the blog at the time). Later on I had also deleted Tumblr from my phone in an attempt to reduce screen time but it meant that I stopped using it completely and I regret that it largely contributed to me staying away for so long.

I want to give this blog a big old reboot and get it up and running again but I realised that I need to change the way that I run the blog. Previously I had this HUGE backlog of submissions that caused me to have to spend hours and hours one day of my weekend to get through so many submissions. I wanted to just power through until eventually I’d get to the point where I’d just be able to handle submissions as soon as they come in then and there but there was just too many and it took too much of a toll and I hit breaking point. :(

So I’ve decided to just run the blog now how I've always wanted to - by dealing with submissions as and when they come in and opening/closing submissions to keep it to a manageable level (I'm sure this is how other blogs do it, I think I am just dumb lol). I will also post them immediately as and when they come in and only use the queue if I’m going to be posting several posts in a row to avoid spamming. It just means posting will be a bit more sporadic sometimes that’s all. However, in order for me to do this, I am going to have to omit the backlog (for now). I can always go back to the backlog and shave some off if I can handle it (or please feel free to resubmit anything I've not already posted).

I’ll make a new pinned post in a couple of days explicitly explaining the new changes to how the blog will be run behind the scenes, although honestly it’s not going to affect much on you guys side of things, you will still see the same content and submit the same way. I just want to add a rule to say please do not submit more than one post a day and that I’ll open/close submissions to keep things manageable. Submissions will stay off until that post comes out so just bear with me (🐻) a little longer!

Just want to say before I end this really long post (they always get so out of hand lol) that I MISSED YOU GUYS TOO and I LOVE YOU ALL and your kind messages made me so very motivated to get this going again, thank you! 🥺❤️ I can’t wait to bring you more of these little critters we love so much once again :)

[pharawee]

Back in May I bought Khemjira's Rescue on meb, happy that there finally was an official English translation because I love horror and actually liked the first pilot teaser for Spirit Reborn - even though it wasn't well received.

I now know why the teaser wasn't well received (the official version has since been deleted and there's only some re-uploads left) and I agree. Khemjira isn't really a classic QL where the story centres around two people falling in love. It's a horror novel first (and the novel's content warning is very open about this). Much of the romance only happens in the bonus chapters. It's also steeped in Isan folklore and Theravadin Buddhist teachings and virtues, with heavy and uncompromising themes of karma, rebirth, right action and non-attachment (which I really appreciate but might not be everyone's cup of tea because it completely ignores concepts of justice and revenge).

The novel itself is translated really well with only a few editorial slip-ups but tons of footnotes to explain potentially unfamiliar concepts and give translations for the recited khatha. The bonus chapters are plentiful and rewarding if you're into romance and the usual level of BL novel spiciness, but even without them the narrative flows really well and comes to a satisfying conclusion. I really liked the novel - it might be my favourite right after I Feel You Linger in the Air - so I was slightly apprehensive when Mandee announced that they had acquired the rights for a new adaptation.

I don't know the actors at all so I only have the novel to go by, but all in all I'm really happy with Mandee's pilot teaser. It's so close to the novel that even seemingly short filler scenes are recognisably taken from moments in the story. And while I still think Keng Harit is a bit too young as Por Kru Parun, he manages to capture his commanding and alluring presence very well.

My only worry now is that they'll downplay the religious themes in order to elevate the romance between, well, basically everyone. I couldn't even blame them though, because most of the audience will be expecting romance, and the series probably wouldn't be very well received if both couples remained chaste until the very end. I don't think Khemjira's Rescue even qualifies as slow-burn for reasons I'll explain a bit later (and behind a spoiler warning).

But first, a bit more about the main characters because I've seen some confusion about their names etc. I'll keep these as spoiler-free as Mandee's pilot teaser was so if you've watched that then you're all set.

Khemjira is cursed, as are all male descendants of his family, doomed to die before their 20th birthday (the series changes it to 21). His mother gave him a traditionally female name to confuse the curse but to no avail: as he grows older he's more and more troubled by the heavy and malevolent presence of spirits. These are kept at bay by an amulet given to to him by a venerable Por Kru (a practicioner of Buddhist white magic) but when that's no longer enough, his friend Jhet introduces him to his teacher Por Kru Parun who lives in a small Isan village. Despite the burden of bad karma, Khem is a good person who always tries his best even when he feels like giving up.

Por Kru Parun (the series calls him Karan) is a respected practicioner of Buddhist white magic. He lives in a traditional wooden house outside of a small Isan village and protects his community from spiritual harm. He learned from his grandfather (who was himself a respected Por Kru) and also spent many years ordained as a monk. Because he lives by the precepts (which go beyond the five precepts of laypeople) he seems detached and aloof, often wearing dark sunglasses so others won't get charmed by him. His real (nick)name is Peem but he only starts using it with Khem once the two get romantically involved.

Jhettana and Charnvit (aka Jhet and Charn) are Khem's best friends. Khem meets Jhet during freshman orientation when Jhet senses the malevolent spirits around him. It's also Jhet who suggests visiting his teacher Por Kru Parun in his home province. They do this during a university excursion. This is how they meet Charn who's part of the student trip and very suspicious about what they're doing. Charn is extremely polite, addressing everyone as Khun. He wears glasses to aid his bad vision. Both Jhet and Charn are extremely protective of Khem, choosing to become Parun's students in order to help save him. They're also the secondary couple with a surprising past connection.

These two boys are Thong and Ake, Parun's spirit servants. They're the ghosts of 12-year-old twins that already served Parun's grandfather. They also have a surprising role to play in things to come.

SOME SPOILERS FOR THE MIDDLE OF THE NOVEL

As for why the romance can only happen after Khemjira's curse has been lifted: as practitioners of white magic, Parun and his students Jhet and Charn have to adhere to the precepts. These include abstinence from unchastity, so they should remain non-attached to thoughts of sexual and romantic nature. If one of these precepts is broken, all of them are considered broken (which makes it impossible to practice white magic) - Khemjira's rescue would fail if any of them got involved romantically. Parun knows that he's mindful enough to remain non-attached until the curse has been dealt with. He also knows that he can't expect the same of Khem so he refuses to take him as his student (which is fortunate because that way we get to read about Khem's pining).

And beyond the horror and the romance, there's also a third element that heavily features in the story: rebirth. All of the characters' fates are interwoven through several past lives, and I'm really curious how Mandee will decide to tackle this added layer of complexity and identity. In The Sign, Idolfactory used the same actors througout every past life (while 1000 Years Old used different actors with the same identifying birth mark). In Khemjira's Rescue the past identities of some of the characters are incredibly important and I'd hate to see them getting erased by using the same actors to better fit with BL marketing. It was so rewarding to find out that Jhet and Charn were starcrossed lesbian lovers in a past life and I'd love it if they kept that reveal for the series as well.

Oh, and also? Yes, there's going to be at least one naga. 🙌

END OF SPOILERS

Ultimately, if Mandee truly commits to playing the long game and doesn't simplify the story in order to appeal to marketing opportunities, this could end up being one of the best Thai BL series to come. From what I saw, the actors can definitely pull it off, and the fact that the 11 minute long trailer focuses so much on novel-accuracy is very promising already. Just don't have Parun and Khem get it on too early. Sometimes you have to keep it in your pants for a bit in order to save the day. 🙏

[synnamon-hearts]

Do you think Josh likes to take pictures/record during sex?

Ohhhh, do I ever! I think this guy has a camera in his hands every chance he gets when you're naked. That is, if you are okay with it, of course. He will respect your wishes if you want to keep your nude form from being recorded in any way. But still, he loves the idea of being able to have that control, to direct you while capturing you in your most vulnerable moments. It secretly gets him so hard to even think about it. And if you are in a long distance situation (which I headcanon because I'm Canadian lol) it is so beneficial. Sure, porn is great and fun. But it is so much better when it's his girl on the screen, all fuck-drunk and panting for him. It has him cumming in minutes. This reminds me of a fic I've been working on for literally almost a year and a half now. 😂 I'll give you a sneak peak down below... 👀

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

The lighting in the room is dim, a warm yellow hue igniting from the lamp on the bedside table. The room is warm, only getting hotter as the seconds tick by. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying how the silk sheets felt under my bare thighs. The cool touch of the fabric helped to soothe the burning heat radiating off my flesh. I opened my eyes again to place my gaze upon my boyfriend, who was quite occupied by his filming equipment at the time.

He pressed the button on the camera and the light flicked on, making me feel much more exposed. I had never been in front of a camera in just my bra and panties before. Hell, I had never done anything like this before. It was so scary, but also exciting. I tapped my foot against the carpet patiently, waiting for Josh to pick the best angle and lighting. Josh was a perfectionist, so I knew it would take quite some time, which was fine. I needed a little bit of extra time to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

"There!" Josh exclaimed as his pursed lips transformed into a smile, while he brought his hands away from the camera. I had never seen him so excited before.

Every couple of months, Josh would leave Canada to go back to live in his other home in America with his family, resulting in us having a short-term long distance relationship until he came back for vacations. During this time, Josh would either call me for phone sex or—if I wasn't available—watch porn to satisfy his needs. It didn't bother me too much. Just as long as he knew where his home was, I didn't mind.

But eventually he came up with the idea to make a sex tape together, so he could watch it instead. Though I was extremely flattered that he would rather watch me than some cheap skank on the internet, I was nervous as all hell. I was always very camera shy and the thought of one being on me while I was stripped of my layers made me feel anxious as fuck. Josh had been asking me for this for months and when I finally gave in, he was more excited than a kid on Christmas. It was rather sweet in a way. After many long talks and new set boundaries, I began to feel a lot more comfortable with the idea. After all, I always knew I was safe with Josh.

"Shit— wait." He grumbled out and started messing around with the camera again, before a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Then he turned away from it to face me.

I noticed that the lense was now a lot more zoomed in than before, sending a shiver down my spine. Though it would only ever be me and him watching this tape, I felt as if a thousand eyes were watching me, completely exposed and out on display for their guilty pleasures. The thought made my mind cloud with humiliation and arousal.

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 65: Irises and Yellow Roses

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Everyone has left the Three Broomsticks to give Sebastian and Ominis some privacy to catch up on their own. Ominis explained how he and Anne fell in love, what their marriage was like, and how her health greatly improved over the years. He then recounted the events preceding her sudden death. Anne had become determined to have children to continue the Sallow family line; she didn't wish for it to end in tragedy. Deliberately going against Ominis' wishes, she stopped taking her contraceptive potion on purpose, which resulted in pregnancy. Close to the twins' due date, Anne had a random bout of illness, but they considered it fairly normal and unconcerning, based on her symptoms, and she stubbornly refused to see a Healer. The next morning, Ominis woke up to find her dead beside him. In this chapter, Ominis continues the story and later, Sebastian returns home.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x 24-year-old Kate Mayflower (my OC), the assistant librarian at Hogwarts

Art Credit: the very talented @giselsann-opencommissions 💛

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+, so minors should not read or interact with this story, but this chapter really has nothing I would consider triggering.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 65: Irises and Yellow Roses

“Ominis…” Sebastian murmurs, noticing his watery eyes.

“The coroner said that Anne had… experienced a stroke. That she had likely been suffering from something called toxemia,” the blonde man continues somberly. “It supposedly happens to many pregnant women, especially to those pregnant with multiples, and is difficult to detect. We just… thought the symptoms were normal. We were so used to her having bouts of illness like that.” He pauses, wiping at his eyes. “We didn’t realize the severity.”

Sebastian works his jaw. He cannot fathom how something so… mundane could have finished her off, after all she had suffered through. Anne’s refusal to see a Healer was infuriating - and so like her, but he understands that they could never have imagined her suddenly dying overnight with those symptoms. Then, he considers Ominis’ experience.

Waking up to find the love of his life dead without warning.

Expecting to raise a family, only to end up completely alone.

All hopes and dreams dashed.

Sebastian doesn’t even know what to say. He sits quietly, lost in his own pain, as he watches his old friend, his brother-in-law, cry. 

“I should have insisted she go to St. Mungo’s,” Ominis mumbles dejectedly. “I want to- to take it all back. Reverse it all. It… it hurts so badly. I’ve lost… everything.”

 Carefully choosing his words, Sebastian finally replies, “I understand. My situation… was never the same as yours… but I understand the feeling.” He reaches out to place a handkerchief in Ominis’ hand. “It’s indescribably… horrific. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. For many years, I wasn’t even sure why I was alive… or that life was even worth living.” 

Ominis uses the cloth to dry his cheeks. 

“I know this may sound impossible to you right now,” Sebastian continues, “but… things can change. Your life isn’t over. Try to find a reason to go on. The future is… open. It doesn’t have to be miserable forever. Honor Anne…” He trails off, fearful he might only upset Ominis further. How would one even possibly provide comfort in this situation? Sebastian stares at the floor. “Ominis… I want you to know that you aren’t alone. We’re friends, and now, we’re family… I promise - I will help you in any way I can. It’s what Anne would have wanted.”

When Sebastian returns to the cottage that night, he’s exhausted.

Kate kindly left a few candles burning for him, and he stumbles towards the bedroom to find her sitting up and reading in bed by candlelight. Her eyes take him in as he wanders in wordlessly. He undresses slowly, and she waits patiently for him to join her. 

Sebastian lets out a sigh as he settles, his head in Kate’s lap. She runs her fingers through his hair, silent for a long while.

Kissing the top of his head sweetly, her lips lingering, she whispers, “Would you like to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, no. 

“That’s fine,” she soothingly murmurs. “Let’s go to sleep, love.”

They readjust, and for once, Kate spoons Sebastian. She can tell that he is attempting to hold back tears, but his emotions quickly consume him, and she can feel his stomach contracting as he sobs. 

It breaks her heart, and she wishes she could take away whatever pain he’s experiencing. All she can do is hold him tight. This distress keeps her awake until she can hear him breathing deeply, finally asleep.

“I love you,” she whispers, even though he won’t hear.

Kate wakes early the next morning to the sound of Sebastian’s light snoring. 

Wishing for him to get much more rest, Kate carefully slips away towards her side of the bed, placing a pillow where her body had been curled against him. She slowly lifts herself up, trying to keep the bed from creaking too loudly. She slips on her deep green, silken robe and gingerly pads across the room to escape into the hallway.

She decides to start breakfast, trying to determine what type of food might be best after last night’s excitement. Kate wonders if Sebastian may have a hangover; she determines that it would be best for him to have a hearty breakfast to soak up the alcohol and replenish his hunger. 

When she is just about finished with cooking, she hears footsteps in the hallway. The sound disappears as he closes the bathroom door. Quickly, she plates everything and sets the table. 

Sebastian finally wanders into the kitchen a few minutes later, yawning, donning only pyjama trousers. His eyes grow large when he sees that breakfast is completely ready.

“Good morning, darling,” Kate cheerily says in a sing-song voice.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he echoes in a somewhat groggy tone.

“Sit,” she offers, motioning towards the chair he usually takes. “I’ve made breakfast.”

Sebastian gladly plops down, surveying the offerings.

“I’ve made oatmeal with cinnamon, pecans, apples, and dried cranberries,” she explains. “Breakfast tea is ready. I’ve fried up some tomatoes and sausages. There’s also a bowl of fresh strawberries and blueberries - I’ve just washed them.” She smiles. “But if there is anything else you desire, just say the word. I mean to please you.”

“Gods, no. I already feel spoiled,” he answers gratefully. He lifts her hand, kissing it. “You’re… you’re bloody perfect, Kate. This is incredibly considerate. I love you so much.”

She giggles in response. “And I love you.”

As they tuck into the food, Kate is surprised to hear that Sebastian is not hungover. 

He tells Kate everything about his private visit with Ominis. She listens avidly, asking several questions to which Sebastian does not yet know all of the answers. 

When he reaches the part in which he and Ominis said goodbye, he hesitantly says, “I need to tell you something. I hope you aren’t angry with me that I’ve not given you much notice, but…” He looks into her blue eyes. “I invited Ominis over for dinner tonight.”

Kate slowly nods, and Sebastian immediately assumes that she is upset. He quickly adds, “You don’t have to cook. I can order a meal, cook something up myself, or just change the plans and go out to dinner in Hogsmeade. And I’ll do everything to prepare the cottage for the evening. Sorry… It’s just… When we went our separate ways, I didn’t feel like we had fully caught up.”

“It’s alright,” Kate replies. “I don’t mind hosting. I don’t mind cooking, either. But yes, you will need to help quite a lot. Perhaps you can help out a bit in the kitchen… and I’ll certainly need you to do some work around the house.” She pauses. “Next time, I would appreciate more notice, though.”

“Of course.” He kisses her cheek. “Thank you.” 

Kate’s mind begins to run through the ingredients she has on hand and what might be impressive enough to make for a dinner guest. Knowing that Ominis is blind actually makes her a bit more nervous. She’s read before that when someone loses their eyesight, all other senses are heightened. This means her cooking will need to be especially flavorful. She will need to pull out all the stops. 

Ultimately, Ominis will be her brother-in-law, and she aspires more than anything to win his friendship.

Nothing is more important to Kate than family, and Ominis is the only other remaining member of the Sallows. This dinner could hopefully solidify a renewed relationship between Sebastian and Ominis and encourage them to get together more frequently. 

Sebastian needs that.

“Well, we’ll need to get to work right away,” Kate says decisively, standing up. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

Sebastian pouts as he nuzzles his face between Kate’s soft breasts, barely covered by her thin robe. “Do we have to? Do you have to?”

“Sebastian.” She gives him a chastising look. “You’re the one that sprung this on me…”

“Oh, fine,” he mutters with a smirk, allowing himself to be helped up from the table.

The houseplants have all been watered, and windows are open to let in the fresh summer air. Sebastian has tidied up the living room and bathroom, and Kate has busied herself with baking a pie, using preserved apple pie filling. She places it near the window to cool.

“Sebastian!” she calls outside, “Will you be finished soon? I really need those vegetables.”

“Coming,” he shouts back.

Moments later, the front door swings open, and Sebastian enters, carrying a basket filled with freshly harvested vegetables. 

“I could be wrong, but I didn’t think the peas looked ready yet,” he informs her. “But I have everything else you requested - the potatoes, carrots, and asparagus.” 

“Alright.” She takes the basket from him, inspecting the garden’s yield. 

Then, Sebastian reveals a bouquet of flowers he had been hiding behind his back. Kate gasps as she accepts the yellow roses and purple irises, inhaling their scent. 

“Lovely,” Kate hums. “Just lovely.”

“I almost cut some of the peonies,” Sebastian mentions, “but these were also ready… and their symbolism… it’s meaningful for tonight.”

Kate nods. “Hmm… the irises… they’re…” Her nose scrunches. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten. Let me take a look in my book.”

He stops her. “They symbolize hope, faith, and trust in friendship. And the yellow roses - they’re optimism and joy in friendship.” 

Kate gives him a lopsided smile. “My clever Seb.” 

She turns around, strolling into the kitchen to find a vase. He follows her like a puppy.

“The pie smells fantastic,” Sebastian murmurs as she fills a vase with water. “I wish I could steal a piece right now.”

Kate smiles, carefully arranging the flowers in the vase. “You’ll just have to wait, dear.”

He pulls her hips forward, places his hands on her arms, and leans in with a mischievous grin. “You know patience is not my strong suit.” He kisses her cheek and eyes her up and down. She’s wearing a darker yellow dress, a rather simple one, under a cream-colored, frilly smock. Her hair is half-up, half-down; delicate white flowers are woven into a braid secured around the back of her head. “You look very pretty.”

She goes pink, secretly delighted by the compliment. “I know Ominis can’t see, but I still want to at least look… decent.”

They kiss, and the scent of her floral perfume envelops him in its sweetness. 

“You smell like a dream,” Sebastian whispers in her ear. “Flowers and honey… vanilla and cinnamon… so sweet.” 

He picks her up, placing her on the counter and going in for more kisses. She gives in, and their lips move together languidly. After a minute, the kisses begin to feel more insistent, and Kate finally pulls back, giggling. She pushes him away playfully, sliding off to stand on her own two feet. 

“Alright, Romeo. We have work to do,” she teases him, a smile tugging at her lips.

Kate puts Sebastian to work, asking him to wash the freshly harvested vegetables as she greases and flours a bread pan. She takes a cloth off the top of a bowl, revealing fragrant dough that had been left to rise, which she puts in the pan and then the oven. 

Eventually, the two stand side by side to cut the carrots and potatoes. Laughter fills the kitchen as they take turns feeding each other small scraps. 

Sebastian stares at Kate for a long time, his eyes filled with deep affection. “Kate…” 

“What is it?”

“I… I’m so lucky,” he finishes. “Sometimes I really cannot believe I’m here with you…”

Kate smiles back at him. “You are. You’re home, my love.” 

[honeycombhank]

Some reminders for us all!

Before I say anything I would like to say that I have had pet rats for over 20 years but I should not be your only source of information for rats and make sure to read from many different sources to learn about rats and what they are like and what it takes to have them, these are my thoughts and opinions on rats and I hope that’s okay to share.

If you have rats or you are thinking about getting some, these are some good reminders

Rats NEED ATTENTION

Rats need to get out of their cage for cuddles and your full attention every single day no less then an hour at the very minimum amount, do not get rats and leave them in their cage for days on end.

I like to think of my rats cage as a safe place where they eat and poop and can build nests if they like, think of the cage as their bedroom, as humans we spend time in our rooms and enjoy our space but we all need to go on adventures, see new things and meet new people and of course learn new things along the way, rats are unable to open the cage (that keeps them safe) and get food and fresh water for themselves, so that is completely up to you! It’s important to check their water and make sure that the water bottle is not leaking but also check to make sure the ball at the end of the water spigot that they lick isn’t stuck as well, both of these issues can lead to deadly dehydration, rats should be drinking water after every meal but it should be available to them at all times of the day and especially after time out of the cage.

Rats need you, they are very smart and curious and so if you are looking for a pet to truly love and adore you back these are amazing creatures to have IF you are fully willing to put in the work.

They can be messy sometimes, love them anyway! They are not trying to make you mad.

Rats must be fed every day! Do not go days without feeding your rats!!! Everyone needs food in their bellies and nourishment!

Rats need a well ventilated area to live a healthy life , rats are highly sensitive to smoke and other debris in the air, they have very tiny lungs and airways and should be provided with air flow in the room that is not directly on them, they should have natural light as well but not hot direct sunlight because this can lead to over heating, rats are susceptible to getting respiratory diseases and infections, this means cage cleaning is a very important factor in having pet rats!

Cages should be cleaned at minimum once a week depending on how many rats you have, it could be as often as every three days to every day, put your nose down close to the bedding and take a good whiff, that is the world your rat is living in, do you need to adjust the environment? Does the bedding need to be changed or cleaned?

These are great questions to ask yourself.

Rats cage be litter trained this can be more difficult then some animals but it’s worth a try and can really be wonderful if they stick to it, some rats will even teach others how to use the litter box once trained themselves and feeling comfortable with it

I would suggest that while cleaning cages you might leave a few pieces of Pooh behind in a corner to remind them that they do not need to fuss, it is still their home and they do not need to overcompensate to feel they have the upper hand around here if that makes sense.

Over all I guess I think having rats and caring for them properly comes with an amount of putting yourself in their shoes, because they are so intelligent and should not be treated like they are less then a human, they are different but they have been shown to have compassion, true Empathy and regret the way we feel it and there is truly a whole world that we are only just beginning to understand and learn about going on with our sweet little companions.

Don’t underestimate the power of a true friendship with a pet, take care of them and they take care of you.

[allmyocsarebritish]

Outreach day

Pairing: Xavier X Reader

Warnings: SUPER LONG (sorry), British references (specifically England), Tyler Galpin hate projection

A/N: this took over a month omd, also I don't like Tyler can you tell??

Outreach day. Two simple words which struck fear into the hearts of all the townspeople in Jericho. Every outcast knew this much, the whole day was a pointless publicity stunt, detested by all involved. But as long as it meant the town was considered 'welcoming and inclusive' to fellow normies, and the students of the school were supposed seen as 'friendly and well-rounded', the ridiculous mandatory 'volunteer' work continued.

Not a single Nevermore pupil enjoyed the day - spending hours being singled out and targeted, gossiped about and facing constant glares from the oh-so-accepting normies was in no way a cheerful experience. Your feet were lead as you collected the dreaded envelope; the contents of which dictated the placement you were forced into for the morning. Whilst a very small handful of your classmates appeared pleasantly surprised by their assignments, disgust was etched onto the faces of most of those around you.

Despite your entirely uninterested outward appearance, a spark of curiosity began to form. You carefully peeled open the chiffon coloured envelope, revealing a slip of card.

Written in bold, deep black lettering:

Y/N L/N

Uriah's Heap

Ultimately, that wasn't the worst option available. You would be essentially isolated, substantially less exposed to pure, unfiltered hatred from the entire population of Jericho. Relief washed over you, freed from the anxieties of potential work at pilgrim world. However, the consolation was short lived.

"Hey, Y/N!" Came the voice of Ajax from behind you.

"Hi, Ajax. What did you get?" You greeted the gorgon. The two of you were reasonably close friends, sharing several lessons and frequently meeting outside of school.

"Erm, Y/N? Would you maybe be willing to trade with me?" He queried, sidestepping your question. "I saw you got Uriah's Heap. And, well Enid's working there today so I thought-"

"You haven't got pilgrim world, have you?" You groaned, already preparing yourself to decline your friends offer.

"No! No I don't." He answered you, far too quickly. "I got the Weathervane." The last three syllables were barely audible.

"The Weathervane? Really? I don't even like coffee. Do you think I'm dense, Jax? I am not spending the day with the Sheriff's son." You scoffed, scrunching your nose in distaste and already briskly walking towards the shuttle set to take all Nevermore students into Jericho.

"No, Y/N wait! Please I will do anything!" You were quick, but so was Ajax. Before you knew it, he was sat on the seat beside you, whining incessantly in your ear.

"Fine!" You grumbled, barely a minute into the journey, already bored to death of being nagged.

"Because I would- wait really?!"

"Yes, whatever. Just shut up, would you?" You playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

If Ajax thought that you hadn't noticed the thumbs up he flashed to someone behind you, he was entirely wrong. He was not subtle, at all. You shook your head, a small smile taking place on your lips. But before you had a chance to wonder what that was about, the shuttle began to speed up, reaching the road leading in to town. The rest of the trip consisted of bantering with your friend, and soon enough you had reached your dreaded destination.

Your smile completely vanished when you remembered what you had gotten yourself into. Predictably, Ajax was nowhere to be seen the minute you exited the shuttle. You rolled your eyes, silently cursing both yourself and the gorgon. If only you had more patience.

You shamelessly stretched out the walk to your unfortunate placement as much as possible, taking the longest route you could. Yet despite your best attempts, you still managed to get to your destination on time. Early, even.

Being the sensible person you were, you promptly spun around and began walking in the opposite direction, delaying your inevitable fate further. Of course, you would have to make your way into the Weathervane eventually; a Nevermore uniform stuck out like a sore thumb against the sea of normies. Constantly checking over your shoulder for any sign of Weems (or any other teacher ready to pounce on an out-of-line student), you turned a corner. This allowed you to make your way down the empty back street, void of any staring eyes. But the solitude was short lived.

Not too far into the distance stood a brick wall, sloppily coated in patchy white paint. However, your attention was immediately drawn to the extremely tall figure wearing the tell-tale blue and black stripes of Nevermore. You faintly recognised him as Xavier Thorpe, the school's resident 'tortured artist'. A pang of sympathy struck you as you recalled the reason behind the solemn way he stared at the whitewashed bricks.

"I'm sorry about your painting." Xavier immediately whipped around to face you at the faint sound of your hushed voice. He blinked at you, as you began to silently curse yourself for the second time that day. The destroyed mural was bound to be a touchy subject.

"It's fine - there's nothing I can do about it now." He responded after a prolonged moment.

The silence was drawn out and awkward, yet something about Xavier seemed strangely familiar and comfortable, despite you barely knowing him. "You're a really good artist, are they going to let you do another one?"

The look on his face was enough to immediately realise you said the wrong thing. "I'm sorry-" you began, however he cut you off.

"You don't need to apologise. They don't care remotely enough for that, and I wouldn't want to anyway."

"You'd be wasted on this shitty town." This response drew a quiet snicker from him, making you smile in turn.

"Thanks." He smiled back before quickly breaking eye contact and looking down, the corners of his mouth still lifted in a pretty smirk. The sight of which was enough to direct your own gaze to the floor.

..What?

The pretentious sound of heels clacking against concrete infiltrated your momentary confusion. You and Xavier both turned around, movements synchronized. At that moment, you were greeted with a sarcastic smirk from Weems as she stared down (more so at you), hands on her hips. Offering Xavier a mischievous grin, you braced yourself for the scolding that would surely follow.

"I believe the two of you are supposed to be at your assignments right now." She spoke rather elegantly, her posture suggested a source of authority, despite the fact she clearly lacked it, with two students set to arrive late to their placement. "I'm willing to turn a blind eye to this exchange, given the circumstance," A pointed look was directed at the mess of Xavier's mural, "but you are aware that one of the conditions of outreach day is to not make any waves. At all. Now, make your way to your placements, as my kindness will only extend so far." Her tone was clear, and out of respect you decided to surrender; she was a decent headteacher, all things considered.

Quickly glancing to your left, it was clear that Xavier was substantially less willing. You gave him a small nudge with your elbow as Weems turned and began briskly walking ahead - presumably to the Weathervane to make sure you arrived. He glanced at you, before once again looking away, an obvious scowl present on his face, not attempting to mask it in the slightest. A frown pushed its way onto your brow, concern beginning to grow.

"Wouldn't you have thought she would offer us an escort?" You joked dryly, to which he responded with a small huff and a nod. "Are you okay?" The worry festering within you began to grow at his dismissive response.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine."

Biting back the urge to respond with a snarky comment about him not looking fine, you continued walking, realising you had no idea where Xavier's assignment was located.

Or more importantly, when he would leave.

You felt a dinky yet significant attachment towards the artist, despite never really speaking with him before now. Of course you knew of him, though you didn't really know him personally. And for some reason, you decided that should change; you wanted to spend time together, begin a friendship, maybe even more-

"I just realised." You spoke very slightly too loudly, surprising yourself, but dispersing your rampaging thoughts. Most likely at the unexpected twinge of high volume, Xavier tilted his head toward you, finally making eye contact. His chartreuse irises were flecked with hazel around the pupils, an overwhelming sea of glorious gemstone green you could certainly drown in. Barely noticeably, you shook your head to once again clear the miniscule details that sprung into much more, your mind swarming with thoughts like a hive of restless bees.

"You never told me where you're outreaching." You continued, as though you hadn't just been lost in Xavier's eyes barely a second ago.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "I got the Weathervane. So now I get to watch that normie idiot ride his own dick all day acting all innocent."

You shouldn't have been happy. You really shouldn't have. And you weren't. No, you weren't happy - instead you were ecstatic, thrilled, overjoyed, delighted. Your joy was kept in check, however, when remembering that this was probably the worst assignment Xavier could have gotten. Truthfully, you had no idea the extent of which Tyler's ambush had reached last year, but you were well aware of the state of Xavier when he returned that day. Bruised, battered and bloodied, and the thought of his suffering made your heart break.

"Do you want to know something?" Your voice wavered, and you hoped the remaining excitement did not translate. Xavier gave a little nod, prompting you to continue.

"I've got the Weathervane too."

The ghost of a smile graces his lips, and you responded with your own grin.

A comfortable silence extended as you continued walking together. The sense of sheer dread in approaching the cafè was no longer so extreme, rather being overpowered by something else; electrifying thrill about spending the day with the boy you only really just met. A twinge of disappointment remained, of all places of course it had to be the Weathervane. But, nevertheless, you were still insanely grateful to Ajax for allowing you this opportunity.

Unbeknownst to you, Xavier was also feeling substantially perkier about the assignment. Ajax had managed to convince you, and his day would in fact be tolerable. Who knows, maybe it could even be fun - after all, a full morning with the girl he liked would undoubtedly be at least marginally enjoyable.

The two of you had subconsciously drifted closer as you walked, until eventually your hands ended up softly brushing together. A surge of electricity flowed through your body, skin burning in the place you had made contact. You almost felt as though your fingers were flaming, hand nothing but raging fire. A small glance out of the corner if your eye had you even more flushed, and a smile tugged at your lips.

What? No-one else had this kind of effect on you.

You wouldn't deny that you kind of liked it.

Regardless of your detour, and in spite of you and Xavier dragging out the walk as long as physically possible, eventually the two of you managed to reach the Weathervane. You shared a brief glance and a deep breath, before simultaneously pushing open the door.

"Nice of you to finally show up." Tyler's attempt at a joke did not translate. You both looked at him blankly, already sick of his shit, yet playing nice.

For now.

"Well, uh, I'll get you each a shirt and apron." Tyler awkwardly smiled. It was quickly dropped, however, when he was greeted with two intense glares. The both of you were entirely unimpressed, and evidently the innocent façade was never going to get you swooning for the normie.

He sighed lightly, wandering into the backroom behind the counter. You turned to Xavier, rolling your eyes and shaking your head softly, to which he responded with a smirk.

Soon enough, Tyler returned, holding two Weathervane uniforms. Enhanced by what you knew of his reputation, you really didn't like Galpin. He was incredibly tense and awkward, but in a really off-putting way that made it seem as though he had something to hide. His unsettling nature made for a largely uncomfortable, disconcerting atmosphere in the small café. The silence was prolonged in a way that starkly contrasted the relaxed ambience when meeting Xavier by the ruined mural. There may have been the odd awkward moment, yet it never felt like this.

On the topic of Xavier's mural, the memory of the sheer hurt on the already tortured artist's face was enough to make you cross your arms, resuming your disapproving glare towards the barista.

Your thoughts were disturbed by a disgusting vision that made your blood run cold.

Two normies held him down, forcing him to watch as dull, eggshell white paint was splashed over hours of work, like tippex covering a mistake. Mocking laughter rang through his ears as sharp pains radiated from each landed punch. Tears welled in his eyes as Galpins fist came pummeling onto his nose, causing excruciating agony.

Returning to your current reality, you discovered you had missed Tyler advising the two of you on where to change. A gentle hand resting on your right shoulder caused a surge of electricity to shock you out of your tempestuous mind, clearing any remaining flecks of the vision from your current consciousness.

"Sorry." Xavier smiled slightly, and your heart shattered like glass at how he was treated. "You seemed a little zoned out."

"Yeah, thanks." Was all you managed in response. Frowning, you trailed behind Tyler as he showed you the staff room at the back of the shop. When you returned, now kitted out in your very own apron and polo shirt, Xavier was already waiting for you. His tawny hair cascaded freely, very slightly covering the sides of his face. The crimson apron was tied behind his back, enhancing his slender figure. It was incredibly flattering, despite being the enemy uniform. Your cheeks flushed when you realised you had been staring. It may have been your imagination, but you could have sworn a pink tinge appeared on Xavier's face to match your own. The two of you maintained eye contact for a bit too long, before breaking it and quickly dropping your gazes to the floor.

As always, the moment was interrupted by fucking Tyler. So what if you were a little bit grateful this time? It was still Tyler.

"Have either of you ever used an espresso machine?" He asked, radiating an air of superiority that made turned your veins molten.

"You just press buttons. Probably." You answered snarkily, avoiding the question of whether you had actually used one and uttering the last word beneath your breath.

"Uh, I think there's a bit more to it than that." Tyler half-smiled.

You rolled your eyes again, and Xavier had to suppress a laugh at your extreme irritance caused by the barista. He just had that effect on you. The way he strode in on his high horse just because he happened to be the normie son of the sheriff made you sick, enhanced by his targeting of outcasts (mainly Xavier). The final straw was the innocent façade he upheld. So, no. You didn't like Galpin.

The sound of someone clearing their throat once again brought you to reality. Were you even trying to listen to Tyler teaching you to work the machine? No, that's why there were two of you. Besides, surely it wouldn't be that hard to wing for a few hours.

Your first task of the day was taking orders. It was simple, really. Head to the table, ask the customer for their order, then report back to Tyler. An easy task to ease you into the art of the establishment. Collecting a small notepad and pen, you and Xavier wandered to the only occupied table.in the whole café. A glimmer of mischief flickered in your eye as you looked up at Xavier, something that made his heart beat a little quicker and his hands tremble ever so slightly.

Back to the task at hand, you approached the booth, smiling sweetly.

"Hello, and welcome to the Weathervane!" You clasped your hands together. "Could I take your order?"

"Oh, just a latte."

Smiling once more, you scribbled onto the lined paper, offering a thank you to the man in the booth before wandering back to the counter, Xavier following close behind. Hoisting yourself up onto the countertop, you tossed the pad to Tyler. If it hit his face that wasn't your problem. You were quick to revert to false innocence, staring up at him with huge, blameless doe eyes.

"He wants a black coffee."

"He asked for an espresso."

You both responded at the same time, dissolving into giggles. Tyler frowned at you both, patience already wearing thin. Sighing, he picked up the paper and began making what he hoped was in fact the actual order.

Xavier shook his head at you, a pretty smirk resting on his face. He leant back on the counter you were sat on, using his arms to prop himself up.

"You know, I bet I could get more tips tha you if I tried." He teased, licking his lips and surpressing yet another smile.

"No way." You narrowed your eyes playfully.

"We'll see." He shrugged, sending you a wink that made your knees weak. It was certainly a good job that you were already seated.

After your antics on the easiest task possible, you and Xavier were demoted to table-cleaning. The two of you took a rag each, wiping the wooden surface at a snails pace.

"I've never even drank coffee." You muttered. "Apparently at pilgrim world they get free fudge. Imagine that." Huffing, you continued wiping slowly.

"Yeah, I mean, its alright but not something I'd dedicate my life to." You snickered at Xavier's subtle dig at Tyler, bringing a smile to his face.

"So, I suppose you prefer tea, then?" He responded, forcing a posh accent and butchering it. You crinkled your nose in distaste.

"Was that supposed to be me? And no, I don't like tea either." You responded, holding back a laugh.

"What? What kind of British person are you?"

"I'm really sorry to tell you this, Xavier. I actually am, but honestly, no-one I know from England drinks tea." You responded, laughing at his reaction.

"So what do you like to drink?" He asked.

"I don't know, Coke? Dr Pepper?"

"Okay, okay. Pepsi or Coke?" He asked urgently, as though it were a matter of life and death.

"Uhh. Will my answer change the way you think of me?" You questioned, a slight frown accompanying your amused smile.

"Oh, absolutely." He joked back.

"Okay, don't kill me, but I honestly can't tell the difference."

His eyes widened in shock as his jaw dropped sarcastically.

The two of you laughed again, smiling at eachother when the giggles died down. The gaze you gave held so much emotion to be directed at someone you barely knew. But with Xavier it didn't feel sudden. He licked his lips, and you accidentally let your eyes trail down. Even though it only lasted a split-second, you felt your cheeks light up as his lips pulled into a smirk.

"Are you guys almost done over there?" GALPIN.

A string of profanities exited your lips as you placed dirtied mugs onto the tray that rested on the table whilst Xavier's heart began to flutter at the thought of you looking at him like that.

~

Not paying attention to Tyler's demonstration proved to actually be a huge blessing. He was entirely sick of you, meaning you were immediately loaded off onto Xavier. Little did Galpin know, he wasn't listening either.

"Google it!" He whispered to you, warm breath fanning against your ear. The proximity was flustering, and you hoped beyond hope that Xavier couldn't see your hands shaking as you typed into the search bar.

"Uh, Xav?" You turned back to him, stopping suddenly when remembering how close he was to you. "I can't be bothered to do all this." You huffed.

If you noticed his cheeks reddening at the use of the nickname, you didn't mention it.

"I mean, we could always just.. not."

"I mean yeah I guess you could, but why would you waste time like that?"

"Passive aggressive much?" Xavier whispered, making you snicker softly in response.

"I heard that." The barista hissed through gritted teeth. "Just go and clean more tables then." Tyler sighed, shaking his head. You made eye contact with Xavier, squealing internally before racing back to the table. The two of you resumed scrubbing, both lost on thought.

The gentle knocking of his hand against yours dragged you from your thoughts, dispersing them as you flinched instinctively.

"Sorry." Xavier mumbled, though he did not make an effort to move his hand.

"No, it's fine." You responded quickly, refraining from retracting your own.

The tension was electrifying, and chills crawled over your skin when you finally made eye contact with the blonde artist. Wordlessly, the two of you seemed to inch closer, subconsciously drifting further into eachother's presence. Rags discarded on the equally abandoned table, Xavier leaned his head down slightly, licking his lips subtly.

"I guess you can go now, your shift is over" Tyler declared, rolling his eyes at the outcasts before him.

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too" Xavier flipped him off, already on his way to return to the comforting sapphire and raven stripes of Nevermore. You smiled sweetly, tossing up your own first and middle finger. (A backwards peace sign is like a British middle finger)

The return to the shuttle was solemn- the two of you had barely spoken prior to this, and you were unsure if you ever would again. But, you weren't going to take that chance.

"Hey, Xav?" You boldly decided it was absolutely now or never. Heart pounding as he hummed in response, you cleared your throat.

"I'm sorry if this is a bit too forward, but, do you think I could take your number? You're really cool and I don't want this to be the last time we ever speak."

With an adorable lopsided grin, he offered his hand, to which you gave your phone, already open to the contacts page.

~

Reaching the shuttle all too soon, you waved goodbye to Xavier sweetly, bouncing back to your seat next to Ajax. He let you take your window seat, because, after all, you had suffered through a day of Tyler Galpin.

"So, how did it go?" He asked, and you summoned all of your will strength as to not combust on the spot.

~

Let's just say Ajax's phone barely survived the night of pounding messages from both you and your tortured artist.

[gatitties]

omg AKAKEKAKAAL 😔

Oki!!

You can make scenario / headcanon for Sugar Daddy Shanks and Sugar Daddy Mihawk ( separately ) x reader? Very fluff and a little comedy ( for Shanks)

Like since the question that Shanks asks YN to be his Sugar Baby, and he every day goes to the cafeteria where YN works and the university where she studies to deliver gifts and snacks, and also when they ask if YN wants to live with them because they wanted YN around and finally has a serious relationship because they are seriously in love and he explains that he was insecure about having a serious relationship because every time it didn't work out, either because of just financial interest or some other reason, but it never worked out, so they made Sugar's proposal to just approach NY to know better and have a relationship aaawn my gah! 😖

YN's life was very lonely and alone with a slightly difficult financial life, and even though she is Sugar Baby, she still decides to continue working (because she likes to work at that job) so the moments that Shanks has with YN are just pure romance and nights of much love but genuine!-im- done, sorry 😖😔♥️

Shanks is a famous billionaire/rich man, as is Mihawk)))

─Shanks & Mihawk (separately) x reader

─Summary: what you thought was a financial relationship ended up being something more than that

─Warnings: modern au

I live for shanks being roasted 😈

Your head almost hit your desk, you opened your eyes trying to focus on the notes you had been concentrating on before, but sleep was winning this battle, lately you had the night shift of the cafeteria where you worked and it was breaking your college schedules.

But you liked work and money always came in handy, you cut yourself off from your family when you went to study outside your hometown, your relationship with them was never very close so you had to look for work because you weren't someone rich.

At least, not at the beginning of your first years of studies, you met Shanks after you spent two years living alone, he offered you small jobs, such as being his companion at galas, meetings or other kind of favors for a large amount of money, that's how you became his sugar baby, even though you started to have more money you still liked your job so you continued there.

You decided to close your laptop to stop studying, it wasn't even that late at night but your energy was completely depleted, just before you lay down on the bed, you checked your messages seeing that Shanks himself had sent you a message.

You frowned slightly, he was asking you to accompany him to a gala tonight, lately you had an internal conflict about your relationship with him, even if your relationship is purely for financial interest at a certain point you noticed that he liked to indulge you much more than normal, you never had the courage to ask if he wanted a serious relationship because being a multi-millionaire man with several companies, he had a couple of other women by his side as companions on other occasions, you interpreted it as being nice to you for being in your situation.

You answered in the negative, your brain was off enough not to feel like being a person full of life and smiling, not today, you needed a break from all this exhaustion of exams and clients. You sent another apology message for not being available and once and for all your body sank into your bed hoping to rest.

An hour after you fell asleep, some anxious knocking on your door made you wake up from your sleep, completely annoyed by whoever decided to interrupt your well-deserved rest, you were ready to yell at what you thought was a neighbor who decided to ask you for a favor, however the words died on the tip of your tongue at the sight of the redhead standing in the hallway of your building block.

"Shanks… what?"

You rubbed your eyes to check that sleep wasn't playing a trick on you, but he smiled down at you as if he was embarrassed for having surprised you, you let him in hoping he would clarify why he was here if he supposedly had an important gala.

"It was a lie… the gala, I just wanted to see you but I didn't know what excuse to make."

"Oh…" you sat next to him putting your hand on his shoulder, you noticed how he seemed to tense up, he didn't look at you which was strange because he always likes to make eye contact with you, you noticed how he moved his hands nervously as if he wanted to say something else "Hey Shanks, are you alright? you seem-"

"I- this whole sugar baby thing started because I didn't know how to ask you to have a relationship, I wasn't sure if someone as young as you would want to- you know- I thought it was a good way to get closer to you, but it bothers me a little that you take it as another job, I just want-"

You cut the string of him off with a little kiss, all this nervousness over a confession, if you were a teenager you'd be winding your hair around your finger with a goofy grin on your face, even though you did have the goofy grin.

"Shanks you are a complete idiot you know that?"

"Is that a yes?"

"No."

You changed your smile to a flat expression, though the joke didn't last long when you saw the man's kicked puppy face, making you roll your eyes and kiss him again, he grabbed your hands rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

"So… there was something else I'd like to ask you" you raised an eyebrow at his words, nodding for him to continue "would you like to come live with me? Since you are my official partner, I would like to pamper you much more."

"I…"

Your mind entered the conflict of the moving, Shanks does not live near the city which would imply that you needed a method of daily transportation, in addition to the fact that you didn't want to leave your job even with this offer in hand.

"Don't worry about anything! I would do anything to balance our schedules and be able to take you everywhere, I'm not asking you to quit your job if you like it, I just want us to spend more time together without needing excuses."

"Okay Shanks, I would like that too, but the next time you want to propose something to me, don't do it on a Sunday at two in the morning or I'll cut any kind of contact."

"But-!"

"No 'but', now let's go to bed" he raised his eyebrows up and down hinting while squeezing your thigh, you sighed rubbing your temple "or I go to bed and you go to the sofa, if that's what you want."

"I was kidding!"

"Mmmh yeah, the sofa will like your jokes."

"Oh, come on, babe!"

You readjusted your shirt, looking at yourself for the last time in the mirror that was in the room where the employees were allowed to change into the cafeteria uniform, luckily today it was afternoon shift for you and not many people used to pass by, at least not as much as in the morning shift.

You were able to study as there were only a couple of clients, you had to keep up with your studies since you decided to move on your own and live on your own without the extra help of your parents, it was quite hard to maintain an accommodation and pay for your studies at first, but when you found a job you also found an offer you couldn't refuse.

Apparently this was the favorite coffee shop of Dracule Mihawk, one of the city's billionaires, quite ironic that someone rich would like a completely ordinary coffee shop, but you weren't one to judge, not when he took an interest in you after you served him at your first day of work. From that day on, he always began to come to ask about you and eventually he became interested in you helping him with some things for a certain amount of money.

Of course, with your financial situation you couldn't refuse, plus most of the time you only had to accompany him to boring meetings with other businessmen, everyone knew Mihawk as someone lonely and sometimes he needed to surprise with a companion, according to him, you made a good impression and matched perfectly with him.

Your relationship was merely something professional, you did your job and he paid you for your services, you had a certain affection for Mihawk due to the fact that more than once he consented to some details despite not having done anything special, he behaved like a gentleman to you even though you were doing him no favors. You also noticed how he seemed to want to break that unwritten contract about being his sugar baby only for a few occasions, although his body language was hard to decipher so you didn't want to assume things and you left it in your mind.

The sound of the bell made you take your eyes off your books, smiling goofily when you saw Mihawk walk through the door, a little surprised by the bouquet of flowers he brought, You put your notes aside and smiled as the customer service policy dictates.

"Good afternoon Mr. Mihawk, the same as always?"

"Yes, thank you, but I would like to ask for something else."

"What else can I offer you, sir?"

"You."

You blinked a few times, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, incredulous at his audacity, you looked into his eyes, instantly regretting seeing his intense gaze, apparently it wasn't some kind of bad joke, although you thought that maybe he needed you for one of the meetings.

"Do you need a companion again? I'll be free in a couple of hours."

"No, it's not that, I'm completely serious, I want to formalize our relationship to something more than a relationship for mere benefit, I've tried to tell you before but it never seemed to be the occasion."

"I- oh, that caught me off guard."

"It's okay if you don't accept, I won't stop requesting you sometimes if you still need the money, but I don't want to pressure you, after all, not all beautiful young people like you would agree to date someone my age."

"No! no, I mean yes, I would like to officially date you, you caught me off guard and…"

You secretly pointed to a couple of customers who seemed attentive to the whole scene making you feel nervous, Mihawk made sure they stopped gossiping with a simple look, offered you the bouquet of roses, holding one of your hands while looking at you.

"I would also like to offer you to live with me, it doesn't have to be something immediate, I know that the changes can be overwhelming, but I would like you to think about it, I would like to consent to you of my own free will and not for services."

"I'll think about it Mihawk, but I like this place…"

He nodded, he understood that you liked the job even though you weren't going to have those problems with money anymore, he wasn't going to deprive you of that, plus he can always come see his favorite person in his favorite place, he couldn't ask for more.

"So, you said your shift ended in a couple of hours?"

"I thought you didn't need me, did you have a meeting?"

"No, I want to take you to our first official date."

He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it, your face heating up at his actions, you accepted the proposal and began to make his usual order, waiting impatiently for your shift change. You completely forgot what you were studying before, thinking about what to wear to your date, the remaining hours passed quickly without many more customers so you could sit and chat with Mihawk for a while.

"Ready to go, mi amor¹?"

You took his hand with a smile once you left in your normal clothes, saying goodbye to your coworker while Mihawk walked you home so you could change clothes and then took you on the first date of many after this day.

¹ my love

[dirtybg3confessions]

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Hi everyone!

Every time we answer an ask about the queue/inbox situation we get several of the same suggestions in our inbox. While we truly appreciate those of you trying to be helpful, I wanted to take some time to address some of the suggestions and the reasons behind our position on said suggestions.

Have you considered closing the ask box for a while until you work through what you have?

No. With as many asks as there are in the box, it would result in the ask box being closed for quite some time, which we don't think is really what anyone wants!

Closing the box would allow for us to "catch up", but it also would mean potential dry periods of content.

Keeping the ask box open means we need to scroll forever to reach the old asks, but it also means that we are set to deliver consistent content for a while, and are never at risk for an empty queue when the inevitable drop in fandom interest hits.

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With a healthy queue and a healthy ask box, we were able to bump the post frequency to 12 times a day. Most of the first wave of mods worked through some asks and then largely went inactive. This is fine, it happens. After struggling to keep up a frequency of 12/day as a one person show once again, we recruited new mods with some activity guidelines.

To maintain a posting frequency of 12 times a day, each mod needs to add 3 posts to the queue a day, or 21 posts to the queue a week. We ask that every mod contributes 30 times a week, that way we have a healthy buffer of content for holidays, emergencies, and just general time away from the internet.

While the confessions are sent in by y'all and editing them in photoshop is a generally simple process, it still does take time. Time in the game to find and take the screenshots, time in the editing software to create the image, then posting and tagging appropriately. Those cursed edits y'all love so much take even more time.

We're all adults here. And your mods are too. They have lives off of tumblr, often complete with bills and day jobs. Honestly, less fun than the little horny blog, but *vague gestures towards capitalist hellscape*

For these reasons, posting 12 times a day is going to be a hard cap for the foreseeable future. In the most loving way possible: If you are submitting an ask now and expecting to see it a week or even a month from now, you are going to be sorely disappointed. Submit your ask and know that it will be appreciated by the community when its time comes.

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If its alright could you write a Agere Story of Hawks being a little and maybe Touya or Endeavor find him at his apartment after he missed a meeting [Person can be anyone that makes sense to find him at his home]

One order of little!Hawks, coming right up! Felt kinda weird calling him by his hero name but also just as weird calling him Keigo, but I'd like to think he and Touya are close enough to be on a first-name basis so Keigo it is. I hope you enjoy!

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Word Count: 1250

Summery: When Hawks oversleeps and misses an important meeting that the LOV was supposed to be listening in on, Touya takes it upon himself to check in on him.

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It was almost two in the morning when Keigo stumbled into his apartment, exhausted. Stupid night shift. Stupid villains. Didn’t they have something better to be doing in the middle of the night? Like sleeping maybe? The structural collapse mission had kept him nearly three hours longer than when he was scheduled to go home, marking the third night in a row he’d not only worked a night shift but stayed late. 

Bits of grime and gravel scratched uncomfortably between the feathers of his wings. He gave them a sluggish shake to knock out the dirt to no avail, and sighed. He’d managed to beat the line for a  shower at the agency after the mission but he didn’t have the time or energy to wash or preen his wings, so he would just have to settle for the grimy feeling until tomorrow.

He staggered to his bedroom, shucked off his uniform, flopped into his nest of blankets, and quickly fell asleep.

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Of course, leave it to the bird-man to live in a high-rise with an inaccessible balcony. 

Touya eyed the ground below from the fire escape, watching for peering eyes that might catch a high-ranking villain jumping onto the number two hero’s balcony. There weren’t any; it was late enough in the morning that the commute rush was mostly finished and the few still milling around were too distracted with their own lives to bother looking up. Aided by his fire he made the quick leap across two balconies onto Hawks’ and slid open the sliding glass door without issue, just as he expected. Cocky bastard. He was practically inviting villains in at this rate.

Keigo’s apartment was dark and quiet, which meant he was either gone or still asleep, and based on his notable absence from his very important agency meeting, he was putting his money on the second option. Keigo just loved to make his life difficult. Now instead of being able to just listen in on the meeting like The League had planned, it had been rescheduled, and now all of their work bugging the room was put to waste.

And, as much as he hated to acknowledge it, Keigo suddenly going missing was at least a little concerning. Despite his blasé attitude he took his job seriously, and sleeping through a meeting as important as this one wasn’t like him, so he figured an impromptu check-in was in order. 

“Oi, Bird-Brain! You alive in here?” He called into the house. Keigo wasn’t crashed on the couch, so off to the bedroom he went. The door was wide open, and on top of the blankets covered by his dull red wings laid Keigo, completely dead to the world and snoring.

Touya smirked. Figures. He dropped down onto the bed and gave Keigo a nudge. “C’mon, wake up birdie. It’s not polite to ignore your guests.” Keigo groaned and batted his hand away. “It’s also not great to sleep with dirty wings, but y’know. Priorities.”

“Go ‘way…” Keigo mumbled, voice high-pitched and drowsy, “M’sleepy.”

Ah. Little, apparently. That made sense. If he remembered his schedule correctly then Hawks had been working a few nights in a row now, and the news reported that there were multiple villain attacks in the middle of the night and, probably, if he had to guess, right when Keigo’s shifts were supposed to end.

“I know, baby bird, but your wings are dirty and I’m pretty sure you haven’t had breakfast, right?”

“Mmm no…”

“Then up we get, sleepyhead. We’ll get some food in you and I’ll give you a preen, and then you can go back to sleep, okay?”

Keigo finally opened his eyes, bleary and none-too-impressed. He stared stubbornly at him and didn’t move a muscle. So that’s how it was gonna be, huh?

“Alright, up and ‘attem, let’s go.” Taking matters into his own hands, Touya wrangled his arms under Keigo’s armpits and hoisted him up into a sitting position, earning himself an irritated whine. He ignored Keigo’s valiant protests and moved over to his dresser, pulling out a soft-looking sweatshirt and a pair of shorts and tossing them to him. “You get dressed and I’ll get started on breakfast, alright?”

He got a half-hearted grumble in response. Good enough.

Keigo’s pantry left much to be desired. Dried pasta, ramen packages, crackers, and one nearly-empty box of sugary cereal. His fridge wasn’t much better, but at least he had milk and some fruit. By the time Keigo shuffled into the kitchen, stuffed dog tucked neatly in his arms, Touya had a bowl of cereal on the table alongside a small plate of soda crackers and berries. It wasn’t his best work, but it would do. Keigo had never been particularly picky.

“How old are we feeling, baby?”

Keigo shrugged and took a slow bite of cereal. “Mm… five? ‘Dunno.”

Now that he was in the light of the kitchen it was easier to see just how tired Keigo really looked. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was scruffy and flat, his exposed skin was littered with healing bruises and peeling band-aids, and of course, his wings were a mess. “You really are tired, huh? Must’ve been to sleep through that meeting.”

Keigo scrunched up his face in confusion. “Meeting? What meet-“ He froze, eyes going wide. “Noooo…” He whined, bonking his head into the table, “Forgot ‘bout it…”

Touya shrugged and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it kid, they rescheduled it already.” Keigo looked up at him with a questioning pout, “I would know, I was there.” He said cheekily.

Keigo huffed and went back to his breakfast. “Can’t do that, you’re gonna get in trouble.”

“You let me worry about that, okay? I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.”

He finished his food quickly and Touya set his dishes in the sink. He was here to be a babysitter, not a maid. Keigo could clean those himself later. Speaking of Keigo, he was almost asleep at the table, eyes drooping closed and then quickly blinking open again before he could topple over. “Okay, let’s get your wings cleaned up and then you can go back to bed, I promise.”

On the way back to the bedroom Touya snagged his wing brush and a bottle of oil from the bathroom before dropping down next to him on the bed. “Wings out, bud.” He prompted, and Keigo complied easily, fanning out his wings into his lap. He began the slow and methodical process of preening, dragging the brush over his wings to knock off the surface-level dirt before combing with his fingers to find any remaining rocks or sticks, of which there were many. Whatever he’d been doing had really done a number on his wings. They were in rough shape this time. He could practically feel Keigo going boneless under his hands as he worked, and by the time he was re-oiling the feathers he was practically slumped forward, barely awake.

“Okay baby bird, all done. Are we ready to go back to bed now?”

“Mm-hmm…” Keigo mumbled, taking that as his invitation to flop down completely and snuggle down into the blanket pile, stuffed dog tucked under his chin.

“Then my job here is done. Papa Dabi has to go back to work now, okay? If you need anything you know you can give me a call.” He said, running gentle hand through Keigo’s messy hair, “Sweet dreams, baby bird. You deserve it.”

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intro post whoopee!!!

hi guys im lucid :D you can also call me daylin i don’t really care but i may be like woah how do you know my name (i will forget about making this post 2 seconds after posting it) also I AM AN ADULT im 23 and i do not use pronouns just use my name pleaseeeeeee if you have a disability that makes words hard to process i understand if that’s difficult you can just use they/them instead

i am part of the zodiac system! however this is MY blog. alters may speak on here if they absolutely must but this blog is mine and belongs to me!

first off just getting this out there if youre proship, zoo, pedo, incest supporter, endo system supporter, any kind of discriminatory against protected minority groups, and anti-otherkin, shoo. dont want you here youre not welcome. bye bye my content isnt for you.

immmmm an infp-t 4w5 sanguine-melancholic existential-intrapersonal-visual learner seer of heart prospit dreamer true neutral rogue shifter airbender and dragon type trainer for all you personality label freaks

i like to DRAW!!!!! this is an art blog!!!! i will only post art here, all of my reblogs will be on @rigormortisorwhatever save for the posts my close friends make that i want to support here. sometimes i will post just text but thats only if i really need to let you guys known something or im answering a question

my commissions are OPEN!!!!!!!! dm me for commission info im too lazy and busy to make a sheet

if my requests are closed that means theyre closed dont ask me to draw shit please and thank you

im AUTISTIC i am on that mf spectrum been diagnosed since i was three. for me this means im not naturally fluent in social norms or what’s expected from an interaction or how to read others very well. i am also horribly inept at understanding boundaries so please if you are to set one with me give me an explanation as to why or else i freak out. i also have heavy special interests and find it really hard to turn the conversation away from something im fixating on or specially interested in. i also have extremeeeee sensory issues and a hard time being completely flexible when im comfortable in a routine so just be patient with me man adjustments are hard for me. my empathy is also extremely low and im a really really high masking person so if i come off as well versed or allistic just know that i either took a million years to format the right way to say things or i am entirely going off a predetermined script and will fumble if caught off guard. other important stuff ive got adhd bpd cptsd and major depressive disorder which all those combined makes me really flaky when it comes to responding or follow through. i may not reply to you for like 500 years or maybe i will be gods speediest most motivated soldier. just don’t expect me to be a readily available fully capable robot ok?? ok.

uuueeehhhmmm my special interests are pokemon, homestuck, geography, taxonomy, my ocs, ikea, and personality psychology. i guess i also am specially interested in dragons because i like and think about them more than all of the above and have to incorporate them into everything but its less of an ill infodump to you interest and more of an i want to be surrounded by this thing because it brings me extreme comfort because it feels like me.

i am otherkin im a dragon and i look like this:

i will also represent myself like this if im feeling it:

yes i know i am not actually a physical dragon and im not a spiritual kinner i kin for identity purposes and the fact that i feel some pretty intense crippling species dysphoria idk ive been like this since i was 5 i don’t really have memories of my life where i wasnt experiencing animalistic behaviors and instincts

my favorite music artists are s3rl twenty øne piløts nine inch nails muse onerepublic thefatrat glass animals ajr the living tombstone romanceplanet basshunter and italobrothers my favorite medias are the httyd movies pokemon homestuck rick and morty invader zim infinity train gravity falls rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead doctor who my little pony fim dont starve and the mcelroy brothers content

heres some more characters i represent myself as:

ok BYE

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Fanfic rec: Bones B&B

Hi~! After so many years, I'm back with a new set of fanfic recommendations! This time it's for a different show, one near and dear to my heart, which is pretty much a give away from the title of this post. I've been a fan of Bones for more than a decade now, I've known the show way before I've known Sherlock. But it has only occurred to me this 2024 that Bones might actually have some fanfictions out there. Lo and behold, there are quite a number around, and the next thing I know, I've read enough for a post like this!

For now, I'm listing some of the fanfics that really spoke and hit my heart. Maybe in my next post I'll try to categorize them in some way.

As usual, all works are complete unless stated otherwise. Happy reading!

Quicksand by MoreBonesPlz [Words: <46,783 | T: Suitable for teens] What if after the infamous B&B conversation in the truck during The Doctor in the Photo where Booth told Brennan she'd missed her chance, Brennan didn't acquiesce? What if once opened, she no longer found it possible to close the Pandora's box with respect to her feelings for Booth?

The Whole in the Sum of the Parts by fourth_rose [Words: 21,933 | Mature | Also available in Ao3] Children change things – sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, and sometimes from the very beginning. Season 1 AU.

The Passenger Seat by cortexx [Words: 3,345 | Teen And Up Audiences | Also available in FFN] Four times someone adjusted Brennan's seat in Booth's car over the years, and the one time she did it to Booth.

Servare Vitas by newscaper [Words: <101,948 | T: Suitable for teens] To Save Lives. A Bones Novel. Brennan helps Booth try to lay old ghosts to rest as he becomes a sniper for the FBI, a decision with life and death consequences that could change everything. 

The Science Teacher in the Public School by FictionWriter91 [Words: <47,114 | T: Suitable for teens] Story is AU with a mix of canon. What if Temperance and Russ were taken with their parents instead of being left behind? What if Brennan is now a well loved science teacher at a public school like her father used to be? Brennan loves her work and her students, especially Parker Booth, who is very talented and adores her. Things couldn't be better. Then she meets Parker's father.

Right from the Start by Christi Whitson [Words: <265,871 | M: Mature] Season 1 re-write, tweaking the details and one of the tertiary characters. Because I think that under the right set of circumstances, BB would have fallen for each other right from the start. Peter is a threat to Brennan, and Tessa doesn't exist. More drama than angst. 

An Aggregation of Maladjusted Companions by jazzyproz [Words: <251,013 | M: Mature] Suffering from a declining solve rate following their returns to DC, Booth and Brennan are forced to attend a team-building convention. Neither of them think they need the workshops or exercises, but it's apparent to everyone around them that if they don't do something, the whole team will soon be falling apart. Can they fix their broken partnership?

Stupid Alpha Male - Ardialene [Words: <9,292  | Suitable for more mature childen] No matter how many times Booth denies it, Brennan knows that her partner is a true alpha male. And she has evidence to prove it.

Let the Games Begin by TRUSSELL33 [Words: <159,075 | M: Mature] What would Booth do if Brennan suddenly came on to him? Written as a challenge on another site but am thinking of turning it into a short story. Let me know if anyone is interested.

Wise Mind by naelany [Words: 13,416 | Teen And Up Audiences | Ao3 Account Required] Temperance had made the - perfectly logical - decision to rebuff Booth’s advances not once, but twice. After all, she was a mundane and he was an online, high order Sentinel and would one day find his Guide. To her mind, there was no point in starting something with the man, no matter how attracted they were to each other, because in the end he would leave her.

Confessions from a Bottle by MoreBonesPlz [Words: <27,052 | T: Suitable for teens] Booth believes he is happy in his relationship with Hannah until an intoxicated Brennan reveals her true feelings for him and makes him question what happiness really means.

Problem Solving, the Booth and Brennan Way by Hannah Taylor1 [Words: <384,802 | T: Suitable for teens] Brennan has a problem she's not sharing.Booth wants to help fix things,as always,only to find the conversation skewing in a direction he'd never expected. Set several months post-The Boy With the Answer.

How My Heart Behaves by mia101 [Words: <57,376 | M: Mature] Brennan thinks she understands what sex is all about...until Booth gives her a glimpse that makes her think otherwise. But who's teaching whom? And what will they learn...?

The Heart Won't Lie by razztaztic [Words: 16,531 | T: Suitable for teens | Also Available in Ao3 | Ao3 Account Required] Alternate ending for 6x09 "The Doctor in the Photo." What if Booth hadn't been there to save Brennan and she was hit by the car?

The Heart of the Matter by fourth_rose [Words: 7,546 | Mature] "What do you mean, you know you can't have me? It's not like you've ever asked!"

The Intern by cortexx [Words: 1,766 | Teen And Up Audiences | Also available in FFN] Brennan is trying to choose a new intern, and is slowly weeding out the ones who are unacceptable candidates. A case of mistaken identity narrows down the competition when one candidate makes an inappropriate comment to Parker about Bones.

Maternal Instinct by tempecameron [Words: <20,878 | T: Suitable for teens] Dr. Temperance Brennan can handle remains that are thousands of years old, but can she keep up with one small child? BB fluff, Parker cuteness, relationship drama, weird author's notes.

Snowed In by Imagination-Parade [Words: <23,752 | T: Suitable for teens] Booth and Parker get snowed in at Brennan's apartment after Parker insists that they spend Christmas with her. Set after 3.09 "Santa in the Slush"

Let me know what you think of this list. I'd love to have some feedback! I'll be back with a new list soon, hopefully!

Looking for other fanfic recommendations? I might have something you're interested in, or if you have requests feel free to ask!