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[clairewritesfanfics]

Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader Part 4

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

A/N: Another update, because apparently, my brain will do anything except study anatomy. Part 3: here

The science of world-hopping is far from your expertise, but even with your high school-level grasp on physics, you understood the sheer miracle of getting transported into a dimension where the environment is not hostile and shares similarities with Earth’s atmosphere. Perhaps even more impressive is the fact that there is no verbal language barrier between you and Sylus. 

That’s why you are currently sitting on a gold and velvet chair while he lies on his side, cheek on his knuckles, and listens to you read your worn-out copy of The Little Prince,[1] the only reading material in your bag that isn’t related to your job.

When he first saw the cover, he was unimpressed, calling the titular prince “ugly.” You didn’t blame him. When you first laid eyes on it, you also didn’t like the artstyle, but you were young and prioritized realism and beauty. When you grew older, you appreciated the unique and cute character designs. 

“She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her . . . I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her . . .”

You are about to start another chapter when you catch Sylus with his eyes closed. Chuckling, you put a detached can tab between the pages. Maybe this novella is too boring for the great fiend. You move to stand, but he pinches the material of your shirt. “What’re you doing? Why did you stop?”

“I was going to let you sleep.”

“‘m not sleeping, I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I want to know what happens between him and the flower.”

“... fine. But if I catch you dozing off I’ll stop and you’re going to have to learn to read these words yourself.” You love this book but it is too long to be recited in one go. 

As you have predicted, by the time you reach the chapter about the Businessman, a lonely and pathetic man who counts the stars and only sees them as “little glittering objects” to be possessed, your throat has become too raw and you couldn’t continue. 

Fortunately, your spoiled dragon is too busy sleeping to protest. You bookmark the page and quietly set it down. “Sweet dreams.”

You take this time to find the exit, not to escape, just to know. You eventually find it. The cave opens to a cliffside overlooking a city boasting a castle that resembles a gothic Neuschwanstein Castle.

You breathe in the fresh air. Crisp and cool and not a trace of smog. 

Left alone in silence, all the questions that you forced into a vault have pushed their way to the front and center of your mind. 

Why were you brought here? What forces were behind this? Was it on purpose or an accident? Was this world  truly real? Did you get run over by a truck, end up in a coma and now stuck in this dream? Maybe the wormhole was a convoluted way for your brain to rationalize this.

You stretch your hand toward the sky as if trying to touch the clouds. If this was a dream, then…

You close your hand. 

“It doesn’t matter.”

A strong gust of wind howls at you. You grab onto the wall of the cave, almost falling over to certain death.

You raise your brows. The skies remain clear, but for a moment, it seemed like a storm was brewing. 

Shaking your head, you step back inside and explore more of the cave.

That evening, Sylus awoke to see you standing over him, watching him. He had to shut his eyes again. He would sooner stick needles into his tongue than admit that you scared him for a moment. 

“Did I scare you?” You tease him.

“...”

It is unnerving to have someone read him so easily.

Loathing, revulsion, disgust–he is all too used to these looks from humans. As a child, he would have done anything to have something different, something softer. He even tried to cut off his horns and tail, but nothing changed. When he grew up, he discarded such desires. A monster could never receive anything but the darkest tar of human emotion. 

“Hey, can I ask a question about dragons?”

“If you’re interested in making a deal with me, don’t bother. Your soul is too…” Your greed is nothing he has ever encountered before. It is there, he can sense its weight in you, but it resembles a tamed beast. No, rather than tamed, your greed is like a wild animal that had lost hope of ever escaping its chains. As if you’ve given up hope for anything more. “You have nothing to offer me.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to make a deal.” 

He snickers. Of course. “Fine. Tell me your question.”

“Do dragons have two penises?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...?”

“Repeat the question for me.”

“Do dragons have two–”

“–so I wasn’t hallucinating.” He rubs his temples. “You… I have no words.”

“Is that a no?”

“Do try not to sound so disappointed. Also, I advise that you not ask this type of question to anyone, regardless of species.”

“But I’m only interested in what you have to say.” 

He glances at you. There is not a hint of shame or deceit on your face. Ever since you arrived here, you have never looked at him the way others have. You always meet his gaze head on, steady, unafraid but never arrogant or angry. You told him that he reminded you of the sunset. If that were so, then you are a clear sky. 

He could never stand mornings. The light makes him weak and irritates his eyes. But if he were an ordinary man, a human, would the sun that used to burn him be kind and gentle like what he was feeling right now?

You did say that you belonged to him now, so it shouldn’t matter if he gets greedy.

“Sylus?” 

He stops his hand mid-air before it could reach you. “Your voice is hoarse.” 

“Gee, I wonder why.” 

He gets up from the bed, stretching his wings. “Don’t pout. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Will you?”

He smiles. “A dragon never goes back on his word.” 

He leads you to the cave’s entrance and gestures towards the black castle below. “At the foot of this mountain is Tarus City. It’s considered the lowliest of all the cities here. But its markets have a lot of interesting things. Perhaps you will even find an object that can meet your impossible standards.”

He offers you his hand and you hold it without hesitation. He stares at your fingers, small and fragile next to his claws. This is not the hand of a fighter. If he applies just a little bit more pressure, the bones would break like eggshells. He could have never imagined something so delicate would willingly approach him.

“I’m assuming that your kind cannot fly,” he says.

“You would be correct,” you reply, already knowing what he is planning as he bends over and scoops you into his arms. 

“Better hold on tight then.”

His bat-like wings spread to their full length and push the two of you upward. 

This scene feels exactly like a CG scene from an otome game, or even a shoujo manga, where the darling female lead wraps her arms around the male lead. But you keep your hands to yourself as Sylus soars across the moonlit night. 

“You’re stiff. Got nothing smart to say?” He asks.

That steady gaze of yours remains on him. “I’m admiring the view.”

“I caught you doing the same thing while I slept. Will you get tired of it?”

“I don’t think that’s physically possible.”

“Normally, people would be admiring the scenery below. It’s not everyday a human can live like a bird.”

“I don’t need it.” This world is lovely, without a doubt, but whatever is below you is nothing compared to Sylus’s face which could be part of the Seven Wonders. Besides, you want to ingrain every one of his pores into your memory. 

“We’re here.” He slows down and drops a few meters away from the city entrance.

You make no effort to hide your disappointment as he sets you on the ground. 

“Did you enjoy being held by me that much?”

“Why ask when you already know the answer.” You then let out an exaggerated, playful sigh.

“Now, now. There are plenty of chances to hold each other in the future.” 

“Sure, sure.” You shrug and then realize something. “Oh, wait–my clothes…”

“Don’t fret, you may end up getting some strange looks but ultimately, the citizens here have their own problems to worry about. They can’t afford to be nosy about a harmless thing like you.”

“Fair enough. Let’s go then.” 

The city was designed after the word “gloom,” with a silent dread perpetually hanging over every person you pass. This place is like Gotham in medieval times. 

“Your eyes are sparkling,” Sylus notes, amused at how your head swings back and forth with childlike vigor.

A normal NPC would be affected by this darkness, but not you. You find yourself wishing you had a working phone so you could take pictures. A true, obnoxious tourist. 

“In my world, this type of trip wasn’t affordable to me. And even if I had the money, going on alone would’ve made me too stressed to enjoy myself.”

“Is that so?”

You rub your palms together as you admire the iron lamp post that lined the streets. “Yeah, and I would have never gotten an opportunity like this in the past.” You turn to him, beaming uncontrollably. “So thank you, Sylus.” 

Sylus stops walking. 

You stop too. “What is it?”

He touches his chest and opens his mouth, but no words escape. He narrows his eyes, but not at you.

“Sylus?”

He lets his arm drop to his side as he looks up at the sky. “It’s nothing.” 

You silently watch him, your own face blank, then you grin. This time, your smile is subdued. “All right.”

He holds out his hand. You put yours on top and he places a pouch of coins on it. 

“Feel free to look around. I have some business to attend to, it won’t be long and if you need me, just call my name. I’ll come to you, no matter what.”

“Okay.”

You watch him walk away, disappearing in the shadows. You let out a breath, the cold air fogging in front of you. “‘Nothing,’ huh.” You didn’t think it would happen so fast. 

Whatever.

Deciding to do as you promised, you approach some of the stalls. You haven’t eaten anything since that pack of Pocky and since you would rather not touch the meat here, you opted for the pastries. 

As you sit on a bench chewing your second pretzel, an elderly woman dressed in a black hooded robe wobbles towards you. She points an accusatory finger. “You… you are not of this world.”

Oh?

You continue to eat, ignoring her.

“You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave!” With a burst of energy, she rushes forward and clamps her hands over your shoulders, knocking the pretzel away from you.

You don’t fight back though. You keep your expression unreadable and let her ramble.

“It doesn’t want you here. You need to leave. You will doom us all…and you will die!”

“Everyone dies, though, granny. And you may end up going before me.”

She seems taken aback by your apathy. Her shock then morphs into rage. “I’m warning you! If you’re not careful, you will get killed!”

It is your turn to grab her–you hold her fingers tightly and lean forward. “Really? How does it happen? More importantly, who gets to kill me? Are their eyes as gorgeous as polished rubies? If not, then can you tell me how to get that person to kill me? I have no interest in getting murdered by anybody but him.” Your questions come after another in rapid succession.

“Answer me, granny, who kills me?” 

The old woman’s legs shook and you let go. With a sigh, you retreat. “I didn’t mean to scare you, ma’am, but you should be careful when telling people about their destiny.”

“Granny!” Two little boys run towards the shaking old woman. “So you were here, mother has been looking everywhere for you.”

One of the boys bow to you. “We’re so sorry if she offended you in some way. She’s sick so please pardon her.”

You wave them off. “Apologies are not needed, but you should keep a close eye on her.”

“We will…” The boys move to help their granny walk.

“Wait.” You pick up the bag full of pastries and give it to the boy. It isn’t just the granny, all three of them are frail enough to be knocked down by a faint breeze. 

“But…”

“Just take it.”

“T-thank you!”

Picking up your other purchases, you go to find a different place to wait for Sylus. You feel bad for picking on an old lady, but you wanted to see if she were an authentic fortune teller. To be honest, the information you’ve gathered can only result in an inconclusive answer because this whole “reality” could not be trusted. Still, it is better to lean into caution. 

You hold your chin. That woman saying that you are “not of this world” is too specific, but this place co-exists with different species and acknowledges the existence of a metaphysical plane like the Abyss, so there is a chance that she saw your abnormal clothes and thought you were a non-human similar to Sylus. The statement doesn’t necessarily have to refer to a different reality.

It doesn’t want you here. 

It. 

“Killed, not die…” This is quite the pickle. “...killed…not die.”

Hm.

Hmmmmm…

You have decided. 

“This is tomorrow’s problem.” You wish your future self good luck because you don't care anymore.

Before you can stand, a shady-looking man stumbled towards you, eyes glossed over and posture uneven. A drunk. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

You grab your things. 

“Hey now, no need for that, I just want to… want to talk with you.”

He is a malnourished drunk so you could probably push him away, but it’s always better to avoid a confrontation. 

“Hey… hey! Don’t ignore me!” He lunges forward, but is blocked by a solid wall forming between the two of you. No, not a wall.

Sylus stands in front of you. “Did you need something from my companion?”

“Huh? Who the hell are you? Don’t get in the way of our fun!” He throws a punch but your dragon dissolves his fist up to his elbow.

“Um, Sylus…” You tap your savior’s shoulder. 

“Do me a favor and turn around and cover your ears, puppy. I don’t think I have the right mind to be clean about this.”

“Well, sure, but before that, I have a request. Please don’t kill him.”

He glances over to you. “You can’t be serious. If you could see and hear the… filth that he was planning to do to you…” His right eye glows dangerously. “I cannot possibly leave this garbage alone.”

“Leave? All I want is for you to keep him alive.”

Sylus pauses. “You mean–”

“–think of it as a personal request, but if you really want to kill him I won’t hold it against you.” 

You are a person from the 21st century. It would be difficult to continue knowing someone died because they were related to you in some way. You are fine with them being barely alive though. 

You then turn around and cover your ears. You have to hum and whisper-sing random songs to distract yourself. Even if you were happy to vote for torture, that doesn’t mean you could stomach the sound of a living creature screaming in agony. 

“...making my way downtown walking fast and I’m homebound–ah.” Something warm and fluffy ends up on your shoulders. 

“It’s done,” Sylus says, adjusting the cloak. “He’s still alive. The amputation was successful, all five of them.”

“Good to know–hey!” 

He uses his body to block you from taking a glimpse of the carnage. The smell of rust and urine permeates the air.

“It’s an ugly sight.”

“...All right.”

“Are you not going to fight me on this?”

“It’s sweet that you remembered that I don’t like gore. I’ll trust your judgment.” Reading and watching records of criminal cases is a different experience from a real life slaughter. 

“I thought I told you to call for me if you encountered trouble.” He secures the gold clasp of the cloak around your neck. 

“Yes, but you arrived before I got the chance to scream. I appreciate the assist.”

He shakes his head lightly and pulls the hood over your head. “Your composure is astounding.”

“I hope your business meeting or errand went well.”

He hums in response before pinning a brooch on the left breast of your new coat. 

You examine the shimmering accessory. “I’ve never seen red thorn apples before.” The primary florals are made with garnets framed by gold leaves and complemented by tiny dots of diamonds that resembled tuberose flowers.[2]

“Is it too gaudy?”

You laugh softly at his pettiness and caress the wine-red blossom. “Not at all. It’s beautiful.” You hope your customer service smile would be enough to trick him.

“Not as beautiful as my ‘polished ruby’ eyes, I hope.”

“You heard that, huh.” 

“I think the whole market heard the commotion you made.”

“It was more of a kerfuffle.” 

He quirks his brow.

“It wasn’t a big deal. I wanted to teach her about manners, but now I’m starting to feel guilty.” You then dramatically draw circles on your belly.

He grins and offers his hand. “Come. I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

“I refuse to eat Wanderer’s meat.” You put your hand in his. If he fed it to you then maybe you would consider partaking in technical cannibalism. 

He cocks his head to the side. “You are impossible to please.”

“Really? I’d say I’m quite low maintenance.” You surprise yourself every time you say such lines. It is getting ridiculously easy to spout out these half-truths.

Important author’s notes:  [1] The Little Prince is a novella by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. If you haven’t read it, I suggest giving it a try. The book explores the innocence of youth, loneliness and isolation, human relationships and the responsibilities and vulnerability that come with these relationships.  Why does Y/N carry a pocket-sized copy with them to work? Speaking from personal experience, I like to have a good, comforting book with me when I feel sad. A security blanket of sorts.

[2] Thorn apples: Datura stramonium. Other common names are devil's trumpets, moonflowers and jimsonweed. In floriography, they mean “I dreamed of thee.” In the right doses, this plant can be used in treating various ailments. However, it has hallucinogenic properties.  Tuberose: Agave amica. An expensive blossom that is used in perfume-making. These flowers can mean “dangerous pleasures.” References: Floriography - the language of Flowers. Flowers by Flourish. (2015, January 27). https://www.flowersbyflourish.com/floriography/  

Fun fact, according to a post on the LoveAndDeepspace subreddit, the flowers present in the Sylus: Abyssal Blossom card are most likely thorn apples. The original poster (OP) makes a lot of good points. You can read it here.  

@phisen @leryg0 @capribun @sinnamon-bunn @wegottastayfocus @erisnxxi @syyyy4ever @limerenceisserenity

Thank you to everyone taking the time to comment. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Part 5: here Masterlist: here

[minswriting]

Roommate spencer who’s hanging out with you in your room and decides to snoop around and oops! He found your vibrator and after the initial embarrassment he asks you to show him how to use it 👀

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | roommate!spence, masturbation (f & m), vibrators, etc.

this turned out much longer than i expected it to lol but enjoy! this isn’t proofread so it may suck ass.

you and spencer were hanging out in your bedroom as you worked on your course work for college. being twenty-six and in grad school, you had to focus on studying for the upcoming exam you had. and who better to help you than your intelligent roommate that knows literally everything? especially because he wasn’t working on a case for once.

you were sat at your desk, typing away at your computer while spencer was sat on your bed, read a book as he waited for you to need him. you glanced at the bottom of your computer screen, noticing how the battery on your laptop was getting low. “spence,” you said his name, still typing at your computer.

spencer looked up from his book. “yes?” he replied.

“could you go into my dresser and grab my laptop charger?” you asked him, still typing.

“of course,” he agreed, closing his book and putting it on your bed before standing up and walking over to your dresser. when you had asked spencer to find your laptop charger, it had completely slipped your mind that there were other…things in there along with the charger.

that’s how spencer ended up finding your handy dandy vibrator. and how you ended up forgetting about studying as spencer held up the device to inspect it.

“what’s this?” he asked, holding up the vibrator. for being so intelligent, spencer lacked the knowledge in much related to the topic of sex. you had learned this through numerous late night conversations eating ice cream on the couch after spencer would get home from his cases.

you couldn’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked at spencer. “uh-“ you didn’t quite know how to mention what it is to him. to say you were embarrassed was an understatement. how could you have been so stupid to forget that your vibrator was in your top drawer with your laptop charger? after a few moments, you cleared your throat. “it’s my vibrator,” you said hoarsely.

this time, it was spencer’s turn to be embarrassed as his cheeks reddened and eyes widened. “oh!” spencer was clearly shocked. “i-uh-i’m so sorry,” he squeaked out, still holding onto the device.

an awkward silence overcame the two of you as you guys just looked at one another, unsure of what to say or what to do. you wanted to throw yourself out of the window to escape the situation but knew that you obviously couldn’t. and just as you were about to speak, spencer interrupted you.

“c-could you show me how you use it?” spencer’s tone was curious and laced with something else: desire. you looked at his eyes, noticing the way his pupils were dilated. clearly the gears in his brain were going as blood rushed to his cock, creating a prominent bulge.

your roommate wanted to see you get off using your toy. and you, being the beautiful and amazing roommate you are, weren’t going to deny him of such a request when you’ve been attracted to him the whole time you’ve been living with him.

and now, here you were, naked, sitting on your bed against the headboard with your legs spread and the vibrator pressed against your clit as spencer sat at the edge of the bed, watching you intently. you had the vibrator at the lowest setting, doing nothing more than just teasing yourself.

“you’re so beautiful,” spencer breathed out as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. your tits were so beautiful, your pussy was glistening, and the soft but shaky breaths you were letting out just added to the heat of the situation.

you swallowed, circling the vibrator around your clit slowly. a small noise escaped your lips, causing spencer’s breath to hitch. you looked at him, watching as he restrained from touching himself. “y-you can touch yourself too,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip.

“are you sure?” spencer’s voice croaked.

you nodded your head in confirmation.

and so, spencer moved to unzip his trousers, fumbling with the zipper. he pulled his pants down along with his boxers, just enough to reveal his hard cock. he was so hard, his cock red from being turned on. and the best part? he was hung.

you couldn’t help the small whine that left your lips, putting the vibrator on the next setting as you looked at spencer. the genius didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around his cock, pumping himself as he watched you. “oh fuck,” he whimpered.

“ah!” you moaned, gripping the sheets with your free hand as you continued to circle your clit with the toy. “you’re so big,” you said.

spencer blushed, his hand moving faster at your words. “i-i guess it’s a above average,” he said breathily. his was mesmerized by your glistening pussy, wishing very much that he could bury his face between your folds and make you cum on his face. but seeing you with the vibrator was certainly more than enough for him to have the image planted in his brain for a long long time.

neither of you really spoke as you watched one another get off. you began to get into a rhythm, moving the toy faster along your clit as the vibrations added to the pleasure. both you and spencer were moaning, not shying away from making noises. and when you came, spencer thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

you had moaned his name in such a beautiful way as you arched your back and throw your head against the headboard as your thighs clamped shut around your hand and the toy. the sight had made spencer cum without warning as he whimpered out your name and painted his hand and his chest with his cum.

when you came down from your high, you laid the toy on your bed, breathing heavily as you looked at spencer. right then and there you made the decision that you were definitely going to end up having sex with your roommate.

and spencer? well, he wasn’t going to say no when all he wanted was you too.

[werewolfnarrative]

EXCLUSIVE TREATMENT

M!Sylus and F!Reader. "Goodcat Code" inspired;

GENRE: smut, a little bit of plot;

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, kissing, teasing (Sylus has a sensible body), boob and nipple sucking, oral (M!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC ARE CONSENTING ADULTS. PROCEED CAREFULLY AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE THESE SITUATIONS IN REAL LIFE.

You were greeted with the eternal night of the N109 Zone. The plane had just landed and you were now in the airport waiting to be picked up. A new Protocore auction was about to happen, and Jenna was confident in your skills to navigate the area.

Luke and Kieran were meant to pick you up at the south entrance and take you to Onychinus' base. When you leave the big glass doors there is no soul or vehicle around. You double check the messages. Nothing.

Your cellphone rings. "Hey, hold on tight!" The voice of the twins echoed through the dark. "There has been a... problem but we are on our way." Just as the audio ends, a fancy black car shows up in your field of vision.

"What happened? Is it related to Sylus?" You ask as they help you put your luggage in the trunk. "Ah, good night." You quickly add. They look at each other, a very noticeable nervousness in the air. "Of course not, he's fine."

Sylus was not, in fact, fine. He had woken up this morning (night) feeling dizzy, even though he never got sick. There were important preparations to be made in regards to the Protocore auction, so he just send Luke and Kieran take care of them so he woudn't have to expose himself so much. And the worst part of it is that you would be arriving in a few hours.

He locked himself in his study and told the staff to not be bothered. The cook and cleaning were dispensed for the day. The only way he would even interact with the world outside is through the twins, and they were running left and right to make everything perfect.

"He's fine." Kieran confirmed.

The house was bathed in shadows and eerily silent when the three of you arrived. No one commented on it, nor the absence of the host. Your luggage was delivered to the guest room (the one closest to Sylus' own bedroom was always used by you when you visited. Some of your plushies from Linkon decorated the walls) and then you were alone.

"Hi, Sylus. Are you home?" You try to call him. No one picks up, so you leave a voicemail. "I arrived safely, and so did the twins. Thank you for picking me up." A few minutes go by until a hoarse voice reaches your ears. "I'm glad you're here."

What was that? He never used words like that, and there was something wrong with his voice. You begin to search around the house on your own, since Luke would always give avoidant answers and his twin was out for the preparations. There were no lights under the door to his bedroom.

The door opens silently and you come in. You think about turning on the lights, but that would reveal your position to the one downstairs. The search was going smoothly, even in darkness, until you see two glowing red dots at the top of his bed.

"Got lost, sweetie?" The tall figure got up and began approaching you. "Why are you in the dark, you crazy? It's bad for your eyes." He lets out an amused chuckle. "I couldn't find you anywhere so I began searching."

"Worried about me?" He whispers. Even then, you can still hear a different timbre to his voice. You paw at the walls, trying to find the light switch. A strong white light fills the room, and both of you groan at the sudden luminosity.

You let out an "ouch" when you open your eyes for the first time. The sight before you is surely a trick of the light. When you look at this angle, it almost looks like Sylus is sporting cat ears and a tail. His eyes are still closed and he is standing completely still, wich gives you enough time to absorb his features.

The (very real) ears twitch, and the tail moves languidly behind. There are slight eyebags under his eyes and his posture is a little... sad? "What the hell happened to you?" He winces. "Remember our little Kitty Cards game last night, kitten? There is a strange Evol affecting me and I think they are related."

"I guess you are the kitten now, Sylus." You spat back at him. "Is it temporary?" He nods and moves to turn of the light switch. You stand in front of it, stopping him in his tracks.

One look at his face is all it takes to see he is not happy. In fact, tired is the word that explains it better. "If you want to stay, stay. I'm going to bed." He unceremoniously turns around and plops onto the mattress, face down.

"Are you going to stay here all day?" "I can't exactly leave until I get back to normal. Feel free to do whatever you want in the meantime." You're pretty sure he was talking about the black credit card, or exploring the base, but you immediately lay down on the bed beside him. His ears twitch in interest and he puts his tail on top of you.

"Whatever I want?" He shifts on the bed to look at you. "Does my kitten have something in mind?" You giggle and reach for his white fur, meeting no resistance. He grumbles when you run your fingertips across his hair and then his ears.

You start going lower, cradling his face in both of your hands. He is sitting up now, also wrapping his arms around you to secure your body in place. He nibbles every patch of skin he can reach as you continue your journey, caressing his neck and then finding purchase on his shoulders. You bite him a little more strongly and he moans.

"If you're touching me like this, does this means I can touch you too?" You nod and your mouths meet halfway. Both of you alternate between kisses to squeezing and groping. There is a blush on his face as you feel run your hands through his pecks and stomach. His hand moves to your breasts and begins teasing your hard peaks.

"I tought you said you were going to bed?" You tease. He turns your body around quickly, standing up as you are pushed down to the matress. You are now under Sylus as he kisses you fervently and purrs against your skin. "My kitten is very bold today. I am going to bed, just not alone."

Sylus makes a show of taking of his thin shirt, the upper part of his body leaving nothing to imagination. You can see his bulge protruding from his pants and your stomach pools with desire. He guides your hand to his ears and tail again, and whimpers when you give the sensitive skin a soft pinch.

"Take them off." You begin undressing your many layers, still in your travel outfit. Sylus hums in satisfaction and begins licking your tits as soon as they are in view. You forget completely of your pants while he makes you shiver in his grasp, sucking the nubs until they are swollen.

"I-I want -" He begins, but stops midway. His feline ears droop down. "Tell me what you want." You reply, remembering all the times he said the same thing to you, in this same bedroom. Sylus guides your head to his strained pants, and you understand.

His tip is angry red when you pull his waistbands off. Precum is already gathering at the tip, and you prepare your mouth for what's to come. Sylus seems to be more desperate today, since he is moaning and telling you to hurry up. "Want to be inside your pretty mouth."

You begin sucking and playing with the tip. That is already enough to have his hips bucking into the air as you continue your descend. "Calm down love, I'll get there." During all of your relationship, you had never seen Sylus like this. Was the cat Evol affecting him so badly?

"Please let me come inside your mouth. Let me -" He stops again, clearly embarassed. His flush now spread to his shoulders and his chest. "Let me what, darling?" The pet name, along with you sucking his shame out through his dick makes him a little less bashfull.

"Want to breed." He declares like it's his most precious secret. "Want to make you full of my litter." During these times, you were sure Sylus had a breeding kink, even if he refused to talk about it if not in moments like this.

Even then, he continues guiding your head to deepthroat his dick, gasping loudly when you suck. "I won't last long, kitten I -" You produce a loud slurping sound and run your tongue all across his lenght.

He explodes in your mouth with a loud groan.

You wait a few seconds for him to open his eyes, his release still in your mouth. You swallow and see something flash behind his eyes. Just like earlier, you are wrestled to be under him, cock still hard and teasing your folds.

"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" Sylus teases your entrance while playing with your clit. "How hard it was not to pounce on you the moment you came through that door? I tought about you all day." He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else, and continues his job to make his cock fit inside.

You feel the telltale strech as he makes his way through your walls. Both your and Sylus' moans fill the room, eyes shut to absorb the pleasure. "Look at me. Want to see you." He demands. After a few more tries, he finally bottoms out.

"Why didn't you respond to my texts? My calls?" His ears droop, but his tail wraps as strongly as possible onto your leg while he nuzzles your chest. "I tought being away from you would be easier. It wasn't."

He begins to move and all your anger dissipates.

Sylus' slender fingers resume his ministrations to your bundle of nerves while his shaft touches all your sensitive spots inside. "So good don't stop!" You scream against his mouth before he kisses you urgently. The bed is shaking with the impact of your bodies. "Ne-next time something like this happens, call me earlier."

He laughs. "My kitten is enjoying the treatment, huh?" There are no toughts in your head while Sylus slams into you. You grind against him, meeting his cock halfway. He whimpers, stopping abruptly to stave off his orgasm. Your release is also approaching quicker than expected.

"If you keep doind this, I won't last long." There is sweat on his forehead and a few wild strands of hair fall atop his eyes. You gently brush them back with your fingers. "I tought you said you wanted to fill me with your litter? Is the fearsome Onychinus leader going back on his word?"

Big mistake.

The rhytm he sets after that is punishing, both to your pussy and your clit. You scream at the sudden pace. Sylus' face is scrunched as he mutters "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath. He won't last long indeed. There is one last thing you need to do, tough.

"Sy-Sylus?" You ask. He quirks his eyebrows as if they said "yes?" and you approach his human ear. "I love you."

The reaction is instantaneous. You feel his release fill up your insides, and the last movements Sylus did on your clit were enough to send you over the edge. There was so much of it... cum was starting to run down your tighs as he hugged you flush against his body.

"Are you okay?" Even after your breathing went back to normal, Sylus still looked somewhat feverish. He pushed you down on the now stained covers. "Stay with me."

"Of course. I won't leave until you get better." Sylus did not seem satisfied, based on the flicker of his tail. "I want you to stay forever, even after I go back to normal." It was not the first time he made that request, but it never had such raw vulnerability before.

You would never abandon your life in Linkon. Both you and Sylus knew that. Even so, at that moment, the rest of the world seemed so far away. It woudn't hurt to stay for a while, would it?

"I am never going to be able to look at boss again." Kieran had come back from his chores a few minutes ago, and the sounds coming from the master bedroom were unmistakeable. Luke, already knowing of the activities, was blasting loud music through his headphones.

"At least you won't have to run around doing things anymore." The twin responded. "Until he goes back to normal, anyway."

Looking through the multiple drawers, Kieran grabs another set of headphones. He finds a very long trash metal playlist. Good enough. "I won a break at work, but will surely need a terapy session after this."

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Pair!: Ryan Reynolds x reader

Pronounces: he/him

[requests always open!]

Warnings: nude beach, ass eating, ass slapping, daddy kink, top Ryan Reynolds, bottom reader, creampie

Requested!!: Hey there! I'm in love your work quite a lot so I was wondering if it's possible you could write a Ryan Reynolds x m!reader fic that takes place on a nudist beach and the reader runs into Ryan on a restroom, so they just start casually talking about their sex habits or something related to it. Both Ryan and the reader get so aroused by the conversation so Ryan takes the reader to a secluded area on the beach and they start having sex until night with daddy kink involved and ass eating too. The next day they both wake up and snuggle a bit before the reader begins to suck Ryan's cock while he watches, hand's over his head.

Today was a very nice day at the beach..sorry let me be more clear. The nudity beach, yeah you heard me. A nudity beach, a beach where everyone can go fully nude. Who could honestly think of such a thing?? Because if you ever met that person you’d give them a big ol kiss because now you can stare at the naked men with their cocks completely out. You sighed happily going to the beach. Trying to find a spot to lay your stuff down, after finding somewhere to rest you laid down all your stuff and rested on your stomach. Enjoying all the stares that men would give you when they stared at your ass. Some would stare and some would even whistle at you. After an hour you needed to go to the restroom. Being you, you got some hot guys to look after your stuff while you were in the restroom. They were dumb jocks so yeah they would of course look after some pretty boys stuff. Going into the restroom you open the door walking in, you accidentally bumped into a strong chest. “O-oh! Sorry!” You apologised. He lifted his hands and smiled “no no that’s my fault I should’ve looked where I was going.” He said and you both just laughed it off. You stared down his body, he had nice ripped abs, strong looking arms, and his thighs were to die for.

And he had a huge dick. It was still soft and was still huge. He had a nice looking face. To be honest he was kinda hot. You blushed when he waved his hand “Heyy. My eyes are up here.” He tried to get your attention. Looking back at his face your face turned red. “S-sorry! The whole nudist beach always surprises me with hot guys- I mean it’s not like I said you were hot..- not like your not hot I-“ you ramble he just chuckles “no it’s fine I get it a lot. You’re quite cute actually.” You blush even harder, god this was so embarrassing..”yeah..mostly I don’t see anything better when having sex with other guys..” you look down and he blushes “really? I guess when you do it so many times you probably get bored.” You nod. Looking down you see his dick fully hard in a matter of seconds. And wow it was WAY huger than it was. He looks down and back and yours. You hadn’t even noticed you were hard. You both just awkwardly stare at each others cocks and blush. “What’s your name anyways?” He said “uhm it’s y/n..you?” “My names Ryan Reynolds. “Well..are we gonna do something about this?” He said raising his brows. You immediately nod he smirked grabbing your wrists. “My beach house isn’t that far away..we could, y’know maybe have some fun..what do you say?” You agree to go with him. Getting your stuff and waving goodbye to the happy guys with your phone number in their hands. After a few minutes of walking he opens the glass door of his beach house. A bed right beside the door. Dropping your stuff and putting your phone on a table. you wiped the sand off your feet and entered the house with Ryan. You sit down and lay on the bed. The fluffiest blankets you’ve ever felt. And the poofiest pillows ever. You sigh taking in the warmth. Forgetting you were naked the whole entire time Ryan just stares at your ass the whole time. He sits down beside you and rubs your inner thigh. You blush and look up at him. “So..wanna..y’know.” You nod. Straddling his lap, his cock still fully hard and against your ass, you rub your ass on his cock and he moans, you dive into his lips.

Tongues twisting and enter winging with each other. Drool running down both your chins and saliva mixing together. He pulls away a rope of spit connecting from both your tongues before breaking. He pushes you onto your stomach. He lays his hand on your ass harshly leaving a huge handprint on your ass. You yelp while He watches your ass jiggle from just a slap, smirking he spreads your cheeks licking his lips as he watches your pretty pink hairless hole clench on the cold air, he stars to lick the inside of your ass. You moan loudly reaching back to grip onto Ryan’s hair. Pushing him back into your ass, fucking your ass with his tongue to stretch your ass out for his cock, he stops and starts stroking his cock.

“When I fuck you, you call me daddy m’Kay?” You nod gripping onto the bedsheets.”y-yes daddy”

He slowly starts to ease the tip in before completely slamming in your ass. You moaned loudly eyes rolling back, your jaw slacked and drool running down your chin. He continues to slam into your ass on and on. His hips snapping into your ass, he watches your ass jiggle and ripple from every thrust, his thrusting getting even more faster than before, your belly bulging from the pressure of his cock hitting the inside of your stomach, “ngh! H-harder daddy!” After hearing that He grips onto your hips and slams harder in. He flips you onto your back to see your pretty red face. And teary eyes, he keeps slamming into you, moans bouncing off the walls, you guys were getting at it all night and to be honest you wish it didn’t end. His thrusting getting sloppy, he moans thrusting into you until he cums, your hole getting filled with so much cum it practically spilling out and covering your thighs and the bedsheets, he keeps thrusting before collapsing on the bed beside you, you and him cuddled together deciding to rest for tonight.

10:45am.

Waking up to Ryan next to you, you and him snuggle up together in the blankets. “Last night was..amazing.” You said he nods and holds you tight “yeah it was..but I’m still hard. Wanna give me head??” “Sure.” You flip the blankets off him, grabbing his cock and giving the tip kitten licks. He looks down at you petting your head pushing you down slowly on his cock lifting up his hands behind his head to rest, without gagging you suck on his cock. Up and down. He moans cumming yet again, you swallow up all his cum licking the cum off your fingers licking his fat cock clean, you lay down beside him. He kisses you on the lips and you kissed back. Smiling you guys rest for the day.

(FINALLY I FINISHED IT…I hope u guys enjoy this long(if it is) fic love yous :3)

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the shadowhunters show is so wild to me for so many reasons but ones of them is that i am so baffled by how they manage to hit most of the major story beats of the books and yet mess them up SO BADLY?

here's every major fuck up i can remember in chronological order because i feel like ranting

they go to the silent city but instead of finding out about magnus's block on her memory, they find out that valentine is clary's father through a conversation that she overheard between luke and her mother

simon is kidnapped by the vampires on purpose instead of accidentally because they want the mortal cup from clary since it can control demons, which is the stupidest thing ever because raziel gave jonathan shadowhunter the cup so that he could make more shadowhunters with the objective to kill demons, not control them

oh and they're not allowed to use the cup to make more shadowhunters, so mundanes can't ascend (do none of them have the sight?) and the cup has no purpose other than to sit there and look pretty

all of them were in on rescuing simon, not just jace and clary and the wolves are not there at all, but for some reason camille is and has a weirdly sexual relationship with simon

they go see magnus to get clary's memories back and they end up having to give up their memories like they did with azazel except it's to this random demon who magnus gave clary's memories to for the plot but then clary kills the demon so she never gets her memories back

instead of getting the cup from madame dorothea, they sneak into a police station to get it while luke is being questioned for MURDER

simon is turned into a vampire except it turns into this whole uprising where everyone turns against camille and it's this whole moral dilemma for clary

they still find out clary and jace are related while at renwick's except the scene is just very different and valentine had been glamoured to look like michael wayland this whole time because there's a shapeshifting rune now!

jace goes with valentine at the end of season one

they wake up jocelyn at the end of season one and she fully believes that jace is her child and tries to kill him

also jace finds out that he "has demon blood" at the very beginning of season two while on valentine's ship from valentine himself

he is imprisoned in the silent city and the attack on the silent brothers happens while he is there, but he is also put on trial and for some reason it is more about his feelings for clary than about his actual "crimes" (which was just being basically forced onto a ship with valentine in order to save his friends from being murdered)

instead of imogen herondale distrusting jace it's a weird british dude, also maryse just straight up equates jace to a cancer that they need to kill and didn't just tell him to leave the institute in an attempt to protect him from the inquisitor like she did in the books

the weird british dude gives izzy yin fen, except its made from vampire venom and not demon poison in what is the worst storyline to ever exist and is basically just shadow world heroin (not a tmi major plot point but i literally cannot not mention how much i fucking hate this storyline)

izzy and clary visit the iron sisters to find out why valentine wanted the mortal sword where they find out that if an angelic being and a bolt of lightning touch it then it will be able to emit a heavenly light that can kill anyone with demon blood (raziel really had no faith in these guys)

they actually imprison valentine and are just using a rune to torture him (idk why they had a rune to torture people considering that all of their runes were given to them by raziel and i don't know if he wanted them torturing each other? also i looked up the rune on the shadowhunter books wiki and it was the super powerful healing rune that clary used on jace in cohf - kind of the opposite of torture)

clary and jace find out they're not related halfway through season two (not entirely objecting to this but it did mean a full climon relationship)

they still go to the seelie court, except it's just simon, jace, and clary and the seelie queen makes jace and clary kiss in order to show simon that shadowhunters always choose "their own kind" over anyone else because she's obsessed with him and his daylighterness

sebastian still attacks max because max tracked him with a single hair from the bottom of the baby jc box except max survives (not really objecting to this either because max was so sweet but like what was the reason for changing this!!)

ok, time to go into the jace + sebastian fight - instead of jace goading sebastian into a fight by making him realize that valentine will find out that sebastian just killed him in cold blood and didn't give him a fair fight and then hate him for it, not by just making him really angry - jace literally passes out several times on the way to where they fight and sebastian just keeps dragging him along. this is just a little change that irks me so much because it shows a lot about their character imo. here, they have a fight on a random bridge where we get the line "care to find out who's the best jc once and for all" which should be considered a crime against humanity. izzy does intervene but she does not get to cut off sebastian's hand and then jace stabs sebastian in the special spot on the back and kicks him into the river, sebastian somehow survives long enough to float all the way to a beach and summon lilith

jace does get possessed by lilith except he's turning into a weird looking demon who possesses mundanes to kill their loved ones and serve lilith and not whatever the fuck was going on with him in cofa that was definitely not turning into a demon and possessing other people

jem is american

instead of maureen being maureen she's another person their age named heidi who forces simon to drink his sister's blood which leads to his mom throwing him out like she does in the books, and then heidi proceeds to try to take over the entire downworld until maia kills her in the same way she kills maureen in the books

clary gets the twinning rune instead of jace and instead of it being an instant thing clary is just slowly becoming more like sebastian except she's not and she still has free will which jace didn't really have in cols - they're more like equals instead of one having power over the other like in the books

instead of raziel giving them glorious because simon was like "if you don't i'll just use my mark of cain to annoy you for all of eternity" izzy has a woman in stem moment and remakes the sword herself with particles of glorious that she extracted from a serum that the weird british dude was using to turn downworlder prisoners into mundanes again in an illegal project

instead of having the two family swords made by wayland the smith, they have one sword that has the ability to open rifts into hell and release demons and getting that sword is sebastians goal for the season instead of making the endarkened

sebastian does have a relationship with the seelie queen but then he kills her

izzy gets the heavenly fire instead of jace even though clary was the one who was stabbed with glorious because izzy gets hit by shrapnel from the sword exploding

they still go to edom but it's to save magnus from lilith because she wants to start a war with him so she can go to earth and he's there because he's holding closed the rift the sebastian opened with the family sword

clary loses her memories instead of simon because making her own runes went against the will of the angels - especially the one that tied shadowhunters to downworlders even though that was literally what won the mortal war in the books

magnus and alec still temporarily break up except it's not because alec was trying to remove magnus's immortality (although they did have issues with that earlier in the season) it's so asmodeus will give magnus his magic back after taking it in exchange for giving magnus the power to free jace from lilith's possession

anyways that's everything i can remember - there's probably more

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 2)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)

Words: 1.7k

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A/N: Thank you for the warm welcome. But I think confusion would start here before the good climax. Happy Reading!

"Before we start our lesson, we want to congratulate our soccer team’s captain for winning us the semi finals last saturday night." Mr. Miller told the class where they cheered and whistled. Y/N smiling humbly while she saw Cairo clapping with them, a warm smile on her face.

"Told yah we'll bring home the championship this year." Y/N told Mr. Miller who laughed.

"I do hope so. Alright, let's continue!" He clapped and proceeded with their class.

Despite Cairo just sitting prettily in the front row, Y/N did not mind her as she was so engrossed with their lesson.

After their class, Y/N waited for Cairo outside of class patiently and she was out in minutes with Winnie.

"What do you want now, superstar?" Winnie asked in playful annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes as well. "I'm not here for you, miss creepy girl. I'm here for her." Y/N said, turning to Cairo with a sweet smile.

"To what do I owe you, superstar?" Cairo teased which made Y/N groan as she leaned her head back.

"See what you did there?" She turned to Winnie who raised her hands in surrender which Cairo giggled.

"What is it?" Cairo finally asked, curiously.

"Would you want to have dinner with me? Saturday night?" Y/N asked, fidgeting on the strap of her duffel bag.

"Are you asking me on a date?" The smile on Cairo's face never left.

Y/N shrugged. "If you want to call it that, I'm not complaining." She smiled.

Winnie and Cairo gave each other a look before the shorter girl turned to her.

"I'd take you up on it, but I got something going on saturday, I'm sorry." And that, my friend, hurts like a fucking bitch.

Y/N nodded, her face faltering at the rejection. But she still managed to smile and nodded.

"I see. It's okay." She said, starting to walk back slowly. "I'll see you around, then."

She was not feeling herself after that but she saw this coming as well. It's reaching to say that Cairo's gonna accept immediately after just a small interaction and one game.

"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" Jasmine asked as soon as she sat down in their physics class.

Y/N gave her a small smile as she shook her head, getting the rejection out of her head. "Nothing, just feeling a little under the weather." She said and said nothing more.

She was bummed out until saturday and her mother noticed it.

"What's wrong, darling? You've been looking a little down lately." Y/M/N, her mum, said while putting the lasagna on the table.

Y/N smiled at her mum. "Nothing. Just tired." She said before she stood up.

"Where are you going? We're gonna have lunch soon." Her mother called her but she just continued walking.

"I'm gonna take a breather. Don't wait up. Love you." She said before she took her bike and went for a small ride.

She was feeling the breeze and all that when the rain started pouring.

"Goodness gracious!" She muttered as she went faster to find a place to shelter on. And she did, on a big tree in front of Vanderbilt. She was drying herself up when her gaze fell on two particular people on the porch of the place.

"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself, it's Cairo and Mr. Miller, close to each other, smoking.

Her mind was running a thousand times over. What the fuck is Mr. Miller doing with Cairo outside of class? But then again, both of them are writers, it's a poetry place. She stared for a long time, watching and waiting and praying for nothing to happen. And when nothing did, she let out a small sigh.

She shook her head to get back to her senses before she rode her bike again. An anger about to blow inside her and the more she stays, the more it bubbles. She can't have that. So, she rode, fast on the rough wet road.

"Fuck!" She screamed over and over and over again until her tires bumped into something, causing her to lose her balance and be thrown off her bike a couple of feet away, her body slamming on the rough road causing a few nasty scratches in her left arm and a bump on her head.

She laid there, breathing heavily as she tried to feel her body, her legs, her arms. Thankfully, she's still functioning. So she pushed herself up, groaning as she limped to her bike, she checked on it first and was thankful that it was not wrecked. She sighed before she got on her bike and pushed through despite her entire body aching from the impact.

When she got home, her mum immediately rushed to her, checking her up from head to toe before leading her to the living room couch to sit.

"What happened to you, darling?" Her mum asked worriedly as she got a baskin of hot water and her medical kit.

"Didn't see a rock on the way." She answered quietly as her mother started tending to her.

"Was it pouring hard? You should've taken shelter and waited for it to stop." Her mum said softly while cleaning her scratches on her arm and face.

The two of them were silent while her mum's patching her up. After she was done, she kissed Y/N's forehead and fixed the things she used.

"Go get changed before we have our dinner." Y/M/N said, she did what she was asked to.

Y/N walked up to her room, threw her clothes in the laundry basket and changed. The image in her head was not leaving but she soon blocked it out when her mother called her for dinner.

"The finals is a week away. You should take care of your body if you want to win." Y/M/N told her gently while giving her a portion of her food.

Y/N smiled softly. "I know. I was being reckless, I'm sorry I made you worry."

Y/M/N smiled, patting her hand gently before they started their dinner together.

"Will you be able to watch?" Y/N asked in the middle of their dinner.

Y/M/N grinned beautifully. "Of course. I've already told the hospital I'm taking a leave to watch my wonderful daughter crush the opposing team and win that championship cup!"

Y/N chuckled at her mum's enthusiasm. "That's over reaching, mother." She says but her mum shook her head.

"This is your final game before university and you will, for sure, by no means, win the cup. And I'm so so proud of you."

Y/N's heart warmed at her mother's proud smile. She's been talking non-stop about this championship and how it's gonna look on her university portfolio, so her mother wanted her to do her best to win this championship this season.

On monday when she got to her English class, worried looks were thrown her way when they saw her wounds and the scratch on her face. Even Winnie did not give her the usual flirty attitude she usually gives whenever she sat down beside her.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked worriedly, checking her up.

Y/N shrugged. "Just some scratches here and there."

"You have an entire bandage on your arm, Y/N. Not to mention, that thing on your face. That's not some scratch." Winnie said, concern laced in her voice.

Y/N gave her a smirk. "You worried now, sweetheart?" She tried but Winnie did not smile one bit.

Y/N sighed and faced her to show her the bandage. "Look, I fell off my bike, okay? But I'm perfectly fine now. My mum made sure of that the entire weekend." She assured the girl.

Winnie stayed quiet for a moment before she nodded. "Sure you're okay though? No broken bones or something?"

Y/N chuckled. Winnie can be adorable when she wants to.

"I'm perfectly fine. No broken bones or something." She assured Winnie who nodded with a smile.

Their class starts with Mr. Miller introducing another quote from a book and they're to make their own interpretation of it and present it in their next class.

After their class, Y/N immediately fixed her things hoping to run away from a certain brunette girl which she failed miserably as she was already in front of Y/N before the taller girl even had the chance to step out.

"What happened to you?" Cairo asked, her voice gentle and worried.

Usually, Y/N would smile and be all giddy but after what she saw last saturday, it's like all the happiness in the world had vanished.

"I fell off my bike. Excuse me." Y/N said, pushing past Cairo who followed her outside.

"Are you really going to be like this?" She heard Cairo saying from behind her.

Y/N groaned, letting her head fall back before she turned to look at the smaller girl. Winnie's even worried while watching.

"Like what, Cairo?" She asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

"This." Cairo said, pointing a hand at her as she walks in front of Y/N. "Are you really going to ignore me? What? Because I said no to you last saturday?"

Y/N's ears tinged at what was being accused of her. She wanted to burst out and say she saw her and Mr. Miller at Vanderbilt together, close and inappropriate. But she refrained herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down.

"I'm not avoiding you. I have physics. And why do I care if you're out somewhere with God knows who? I'm not expecting you to say yes just because we had a small interaction and you watched one of my games. I'm not that shallow." Y/N's voice was restrained, her face red from trying to calm down.

Cairo was shocked to see this. She was not expecting Y/N to have a side like this. The few times she's seen this girl, she's always smiling and laughing. Never this angry.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you. Come by to my place, let's have dinner tonight." Cairo said, holding a hand to Y/N's chest and caressing it gently. Her big brown eyes are soft and apologetic.

Y/N stared at her for a moment before she sighed, bowing her head to calm before she gave out a small smile.

"Forget it." Y/N said as she stepped back, letting Cairo's hand fall on her side with a pained look.

"Finals on Saturday night, Winnie. Hope to see you there." Y/N said before she walked back and went to her physics class, not bothering to throw Cairo another glance.

[genevievefangirl]

How to AO3 - A Tagging Guide Masterpost

Maybe it is the autism, but I've always found AO3's tagging system to be extremely fascinating and fun. However, I know that many people do not share my love and find it frustrating and difficult.

Now after over a decade of reading fics on there I can say that I have *opinions* on how works should be tagged. I have seen many people lament over not knowing how to tag, and if that's you, here's a guide!

Blanket Disclaimer – Tagging is inherently subjective.  There are very few cases where a fic is truly tagged ‘incorrectly’ since an argument can be made for or against the inclusion of most tags.  Besides the 4 major warnings (and selecting a fandom & language), everything else is optional (and you can even not do those 4 if you choose “Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings”).  So take a breath and relax, you will be fine.

Additionally, since tagging is subjective, this advice is how I think works should be tagged.  You are free to disagree, but these are the guidelines I use and the interpretation that I think makes the most sense.

Alright with that out of the way... here we go!

1. What are tags even for anyway?

Tags are advertisements for your work. Each tag should be considered with care, don’t just throw on a tag for no reason.

There is one main question I want you to take away from this entire post. If you remember nothing else, remember this. When considering to add a tag, ask yourself:

Would a reader looking for this specific tag be happy with this story?

The answer to that for every tag on your work should be an enthusiastic YES. If the answer is no, cut the tag (with a few exceptions – mostly kink/warning related)

2. Ratings

The lines between some of the ratings can get fuzzy, but I generally think about them like I would think about movie ratings.

Not Rated This is the one to use if you either don’t want to rate your fic or are unsure.  When people search, this will be treated like M and E fics (meaning a warning will be shown about possible adult content when people click on it). G - General Audiences Suitable for everyone. You could show this to someone under 13 and it would be totally fine. T - Teen Think PG-13 or the equivalent rating in your country. I would categorize total fade to black sex scenes in here and violence on the level of the original Hunger Games books. M - Mature Adult themes such as sex, violence, etc, but not exceedingly graphic. This is where partial fade to black sex scenes go as well as scenes in which the sex is described but not in detail. For violence, I would put anything in here that doesn't spend a ton of time describing the gore. E - Explicit Porn and graphic violence. This is where smut goes. I do also think that when AO3 readers see an E rating they expect sex so if you are rating something E for violence and there is no sex present, you might want to put that in an additional tag so as not to confuse people.

For ratings - use your judgement. Some topics are inherently dark (suicide, non-con (even off screen), death, etc). It is up to you to pick what you think that appropriate rating is for your story based on what you think.

3. Archive Warnings

When you get to this section you will be confronted with 6 checkboxes: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, and Underage Sex.

The last 4 of those (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, and Underage Sex) I will now call the 4 Major Archive Warnings for the rest of this post.

Now let's walk through each of the 6:

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings - You pick this one if you do not want to select any of the others. If any of the 4 Major Archive Warnings exist in your story and you don't want to tag them, then you MUST select this option to be in compliance with AO3 Terms of Service.

No Archive Warnings Apply - You select this if none of the 4 Major Archive Warnings exist in your fic.

Graphic Depictions of Violence - Often people get tripped up with what counts as 'graphic' for this warning. I usually think about this one in relation to the source material the fic is from. For example, what might qualify as 'graphic' in one fandom might differ from another. But I tend to use the movie rating scale again (anything that would be too much for PG-13 gets the warning), but again it is up to your judgement.

Rape/Non-Con - Pretty self-explanatory. If your fic has this at all, you should tag it. When I see this tagged the implication to me is that the assault occurs on-screen. However, if you want to tag if for off-screen non-con no one will stop you.

Underage Sex - Again, self-explanatory. If your characters are underage and have sex, tag it. Technically, for AO3, underage is considered under 18 no matter where the fic takes place or where you are writing it, so take that under consideration. (This tag can get complicated with immortal beings, aliens, ghosts, or other supernatural elements, just use your best judgement).

Major Character Death - I have the most to say about this one because I find it the most confusing of the 4. I will attempt to not go on a rant here about how I really dislike this one (but man do I hate it). Here are some questions I often see about this warning and how I would answer them: 1. So... who counts as a major character? AO3's official answer to this is to use your judgement. Which isn't super helpful. I think the warning should apply to major characters in your fic not the source material. For example, if your fic's main character is Leon and Arthur dies at some point, but he wasn't a focus of your fic, then I don't think MCD should be tagged. (This might be my most controversial tagging opinion) 2. How do I determine who the main characters are in my fic? Here is my approach - if your story has main ship X with characters A and B driving most of the plot and character C is also there, but is not the main focus of the story, then killing C does not count as Major Character Death. However, if the story is about a trio of characters A, B, and C and A and B also happen to also be in a relationship, then killing C would be Major Character Death. In the end it is up to your discretion as the author, but I would think about how much the character contributes to make a determination. 3. What about temporary death? Do I have to tag MCD for that? I don't think so. The Temporary Death tag exists for a reason and that should be sufficient. 4. Okay so I don't think the character I killed is a major character, but some people might disagree and I don't want people to be mad that I didn't tag MCD. What should I do? Tag Character Death and leave it at that. In my opinion, that is sufficient warning that someone might die. 5. What if the characters are already dead at the start? Like they are ghosts or something? If your characters are essentially immortal creatures whose natural state is dead then I don't think you need to tag MCD. The spirit of the MCD tag is that a character is going away. If the characters are dead but still around then I don't think that is MCD.

Yeah I have a lot of MCD opinions... but moving on!

3. Categories

These are for the type of romantic relationship is in the fic.

Gen - No romantic or sexual relationships, or relationships are not the main focus of the work. F/F - Female to Female F/M - Female to Male M/M - Male to Male Multi - more than one kind of relationship or relationship with multiple partners (so both Poly relationships and fics with multiple relationships as the focus go here). Other - Relationships not covered by the other categories.

4. Fandom

This one is usually easy. You just tag the fandom for the fic you are writing for. Done! But there is an instance where this can get confusing...

When do you tag multiple fandoms? You tag multiple fandoms when you are using elements from another fandom in a CROSSOVER instance! Do NOT tag it if it is used in an AU instance! The difference is subtle, but for example, I am writing my Dead Boy Detectives Hunger Games AU, but since I am NOT crossing over with Hunger Games characters and am only using the Hunger Games setting, I do NOT tag Hunger Games.  However, if my fic were to use characters from Hunger Games (like if Katniss showed up for a chat), then I would tag it. This is important because: 1. Some people filter out crossovers and you don't want your fic to be considered a crossover when you are just using it as an AU. 2. Tagging other fandoms where you really aren't using the characters floods the other fandom tag with works that aren't really related to that fandom and that isn't a nice thing to do.

5. Relationship Tags

/ vs & - they mean two different things! The / is for romantic relationships. The & is for platonic relationships. There are times when tagging both is acceptable. For example, if your fic is ambiguous about if two characters are together then you can tag both. Also, if the 2 characters haven’t gotten together yet, but they will at some nebulous point in the future beyond the end of the fic, I think it is fine to tag the / tag since it is pre-slash, but that depends on personal preference.

Poly Ships - “But what if I have a poly ship?  Do I tag the poly ship and all the sides of the triangle (or square, or pentagon, you get it)?” It depends on personal preference, but here is how I would do it- Remember , the key for adding any tag is “Would a reader looking for this specific tag be happy with this story?” So, for example, if you are writing a poly fic with characters X/Y/Z and X/Y have scenes together alone and Z/X have scenes alone, then you tag the poly ship and those sides of the triangle. But say Y/Z don’t have much development outside the poly ship, then you don’t tag them. Poly ships can make your relationship tags quite long, but it is better to cover your bases adequately. This way, if people don’t want the poly ship, they can filter that tag out, but if people don’t mind, they will still be able to find your fic while searching for the non-poly tag.

Side Ships - “X couple are the main focus of my fic, but Y couple is there too, should I tag both?” It depends on a couple of factors. If someone clicked on your story just for the secondary Y ship, would they be satisfied? Is there enough content to justify it being a Y ship story or are they just there to support the main X ship? - If they are just in the background and mentioned but get zero onscreen development or scenes DO NOT tag it in the Relationships section! - If they get screen time and development, then DO tag them in the Relationships section. If Y ship does not get enough development to be tagged in the Relationship section, you can tag them in the Additional Tags section. This allows you to highlight couple Y's presence in the fic without clogging up their relationship tag.

6. Characters

Now you might think that if a character is in a relationship tag, then they should be automatically assumed to be in the fic. THIS IS NOT THE CASE. Perhaps a fic includes allusions to X being with Y, but Y isn’t actually present. In that case, only X should be in the Character tags.

On the flip side, if both members of the relationship tag are present in the fic, always tag characters in the Character section too! If someone is just filtering on X and doesn’t put anything into the Relationships section, then they will not find your fic if you don’t tag them individually!

How many characters should I tag? Do I tag everyone? In shorter one shots, you can probably get away with tagging all the characters even if they only have a small role. But in long fics, choices must be made. Tag everyone that you feel gets adequate attention and contributes significantly to the plot. Again, would a reader looking for this specific character be happy with this story?

7. Kinks

I’m not gonna get into the specifics of this because I don't really want to and it isn't my area of expertise, but you know what these are 😂

If you are writing smut, then you should tag the tropes you are using so people can properly filter on what they want and don't want to see.

8. Warnings (outside the Major 4)

There are a lot of warnings you can tag for outside of the Major 4. Here is a list of some of the common ones I have seen:

Suicide

Self-Harm

Incest

Manipulation

Alcoholism

PTSD

Minor Character Death

Gun Violence

Non-consensual touching

Body Horror

Dub-Con

Torture

Psychological Horror

Abuse (Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, Animal Abuse)

Homophobic Language

Grief/Mourning

That is in no way intended to be a comprehensive list, but you get the idea. If there is something in your fic that you feel might upset someone, consider tagging it.

9. Time/Universe

Tell people when/where your story takes place!

Alternate Universe - in which something is changed from the canon universe. I usually sort them into 2 major subcategories: 1. Canon Divergence - The fic changes an aspect from canon, but still is in the same general universe. 2. Other AUs - These fics go wild! It can be anything from the classic Coffee Shop AU to an AU based on another fandom property (Harry Potter AUs, Hunger Games AUs, etc) Get creative with your AU tags! If the tag for your specific AU doesn't exist, make it yourself! Also, you can tag multiple AUs for one story if they all apply (such as tagging both Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse and Alternate Universe - The Last of Us Setting)

Canon Universe - The fic takes place in the fandom universe with no changes. There are also subcategories here! 1. Pre-Canon - takes place before the timeline of the source material. 2. Post-Canon - takes place after the timeline of the source material. 3. Canon Compliant - takes place during the timeline of the source material and doesn't change that timeline (think missing scenes)

Almost every fic should have either an AU tag or one of the canon tags!

10. Gender Swap/Trans Characters

Remember that tags are advertisements! If you are writing about trans characters or gender swapped characters, people want to find that! Let them know and tag it!

11. Genre/Big Tropes

These are the big ones. Every fic you post should have at least one of these tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Smut

Romance

Humor

Crack

Every fic has a feeling you want to evoke or emotion you want to convey and that is what these tags are for. Let the reader know what they are in for!

12. More Specific Tags

This is for everything else. This is where you can have a lot of fun. If there is something in your story you want to highlight, put it in the tags! Here are some examples!

Amnesia

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Slow Burn

Mutual Pining

Fake Dating

Miscommunication

Pregnancy

Mpreg

Jealousy

Abandonment Issues

Codependency

Cuddling

Fake/Pretend Relationship

First Kiss

Love Confessions

Hurt (insert character here)

Protective (insert character here)

Time Travel

Apocalypse

Established Relationship

Or literally anything else your mind can think of! The possibilities are ENDLESS!!!

13. Joke Tags

AO3 is not tumblr, so do not treat the tags like you do on there. The goal of the tags is for readers to find your fic if they want to read it and filter it out if they don’t, so don’t take up a ton of space with joke tags.

However, some joke tags can be fun, and I don’t mind seeing some of them, but keep it limited to a couple at most. They are most useful to clarify something about a tag you used. For example, I tagged “Slow Burn” but right after that tag I put “but also they literally share a bed all the time so… take that as you will”. It is a joke, but it also provides useful information to the reader.

14. How many tags is too many?

AO3 limits you to 75 tags, but you should probably never be approaching that number. I’d say ask yourself that main question (“Would a reader looking for this specific tag be happy with this story?”) for each one of the tags. That should help you narrow it down to the main ones your story represents.

A reasonable goal is that your tag list and summary should just about fit onto a phone screen so a reader can see all of it at once.

I have about 30 tags (including everything) on my current long fic with over 90k words; you don’t need a million tags.

AND THAT'S A WRAP!

My God this too me way too long to make, but I hope this is helpful! Now go tag like an expert!

[konfeitos]

YOU STILL HAVE IT? — JJK MEN X M!READER

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀featuring   :   choso , nanami kento , higuruma hiromi , & getou suguru .

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀synopsis   :   you discover that your boyfriend is still holding onto something you gave them a long while ago ! — WC: 1.7k

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀notes   :   male reader. fluff. established relationship. "darling" & "love" as a nickname. not proofread.

✧ ⠀ › ⠀ CHOSO

Without a doubt, he keeps everything related to you two and your relationship in a special box. Anything you’ve ever given to him or something you two have gotten while out on a date is kept safe in this box. 

Expect to see things from old letters to polaroid pictures to even movie or concert tickets. Just about anything and everything really.

He likes to preserve all these things as if he’s captured the moments and memories. Every single thing saved carries the weight of your shared love and affection for each other, and that’s something that he won’t risk losing.

This also applies with digital things such as any selfies and pictures you’ve sent him. He saves them all and has a folder dedicated to those pictures that’s named “my boyfriend ♡”.

Both you and Choso are searching through his room for a movie disc—one that Itadori swears up and down he left behind there the last time he visited. As you crouch down in hopes you’ll find this movie case and call an end to this search, your eyes land on a box that’s innocently sitting underneath the bed.

You can’t recall ever seeing this box here before. Then again, it’s not as if you’re actively rummaging around under your boyfriend’s bed.

This must be where Itadori’s movie is then. That’s the conclusion you come up with as you slide the box out. But before you can question Itadori’s choice in keeping a movie disc in such a large box, your thoughts come to a halt as you open it.

“Oh,” Blinking a couple times, the items within the box don’t change. Rather than being the movie disc you thought you finally found, there’s stacks of letters, dried flowers, some tickets, and more instead. 

It wasn’t until your eyes landed on the movie tickets on the very top and noticed the movie title and the date were the exact same as the movie date you went with Choso just last weekend.

That’s when it hits you that you recognize all these items. 

��You kept all this?”

Your voice guides Choso’s attention away from the drawers he was searching through. His steps are quiet as he moves over to your side, peering at what you’re looking at.

His eyes widened a slight bit once he realized what you’ve found before he crouched beside you. “Of course,” There’s a hint of a smile that reached his face as his gaze lingered on the items, “Why would I not keep all this? They hold such fond memories that I would like to keep.”

The response tugged at your heart that you can’t help but coo softly, reaching out to kiss him.

“That’s really cute.” 

Neither one of you have any complaints about putting a pause on searching for Itadori’s movie in favor of going through old memories and reminiscing on those times.

✧ ⠀ › ⠀ NANAMI KENTO

All the flowers and bouquets that you give him randomly are the ones that he preserves. Of course, it’s difficult to keep flowers after they start wilting, so he goes through the process of pressing them as a way to keep them.

He cherishes each of them with all his heart. It makes him smile whenever you surprise him with them, so he likes to maintain them and they tend to last for a long time.

Depending on the flowers, he may dry them to preserve their shape and display them instead of pressing them. Either way, he will have them around as if leaving tokens of your love all over his place. 

Anywhere he steps in his place and sees those dried or pressed flowers is a strong reminder of your love for him.

You’re helping him clean around the house to lessen the weight from his shoulders (even though he insists that you don’t have to, you always do since you love seeing the tension leave his body whenever he has less this stress over). 

As you’re wiping down some tables, you can’t help but get distracted by the sight of some pressed flowers and petals framed. These weren’t here the last time you came over.

You stepped closer to these frames, leaning in to admire the sight of them.

“Hey Kento, where did you get these?” You ask him, voice full of curiosity. You never pictured Kento as the type of man to decorate his space with pressed flowers, but you can’t deny that they do look rather pretty. 

Even if the ones you were admiring were only lined up in a row, waiting for a proper place to be set up.

You hear Kento make his way over to you. A partially questioning look on his face given your lack of specifics on what you were referring to. 

Though it soon fades away once he notices the pressed flowers that you’re near. “Oh, those are from bouquets and flowers you’ve given me.”

It was a simple answer. A simple answer that had you stare up at Kento in awe.

“Huh? Like all of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

Feeling surprised is an understatement. You never expected him to do anything with the flowers you’ve given him. Your gaze shifted back to the pressed flowers, admiring them a bit longer, and you turned back to look at him with a smile.

“Can you teach me how to do that? I want to save some of the flowers you get me too!” 

“Of course, darling.”

✧ ⠀ › ⠀ HIGURUMA HIROMI

You have the habit of leaving him sticky notes with either motivational messages or silly doodles for him to find or take as he goes to work. It’s something for him to look at and be reminded that he has you cheering him on to get through the day.

It absolutely does get him through the day. There was no way he would be able to part with them once the sticky notes lost their adhesive. Especially not when he’s staring at the ones in his hands that have your handwriting mentioning how you love him.

The older notes are kept somewhere safe in a box at the bottom of a drawer. All the newer ones are those that he sets up onto his computer and desk, in places that he can easily see while he’s working.

“Hiromi, you forgot your lunch.” The sound of your voice pulls him away from the documents that Hiromi was going through. It wasn’t that often that you came to visit him at his workplace, but of all the times you did, it was mostly for the same reason. Him forgetting his lunch.

It made him grateful to have someone as caring as you, who always looked out for his well-being and made sure that he didn’t skip out on any meals.

His eyes traveled slightly down to look at the bento in your hands. He can see another one of your sticky notes right on top of it, especially as you soon hold it out to him.

Any traces of exhaustion seemed to wash away at the mere sight of you and that note. 

With a soft thanks, he sets the bento down to his desk, away from his important papers, as you walk around the desk to be closer to him. You’re leaning close to press a kiss to his temple when you spot a small pile of sticky notes at the side of his desk from the corner of your eye..

At first, you thought these were some notes he made, but you soon recognize your own handwriting and doodles. Except these aren’t any of the recent ones you’ve done for him.

No, they looked older.

“I didn’t know you still had those old notes.” You commented after you finally gave Hiromi a quick kiss at his temple. 

His head tilted in the direction that you’re staring at. “Ah,” He reached out for the pile, “Well, I couldn’t just get rid of them. I like looking back on them.” Hiromi admitted before he went to rest his head against your side.

He can’t help but gravitate to his lovely boyfriend with such ease. “Especially on long days.”

“That’s sweet,” You tell him with a smile growing on your face. “I’ll be sure to write you a lot more notes then.” 

“I appreciate that, love.”

✧ ⠀ › ⠀ GETOU SUGURU

It’s pictures of you that he tends to keep. Anything from picture booths to polaroids to random pictures you printed out and handed to him.

He keeps them all and carries at least one picture in his wallet. Whenever he’s out with his daughters and going to pay, the employee behind the counter gets a glimpse of whatever picture he has in his wallet.  

The picture is constantly being swapped around. Sometimes it’s just of you, other times it’s a picture that has the both of you in it, and there's some that have you both and his daughters there.

Nanako and Mimiko sent you both out to check out this new cafe that opened up to see if it was worth stopping by. It was a cute place; one that you’re certain that they will enjoy.

Right now, you’re in line with Suguru to order some drinks and pastries (to take back for the girls, of course). Idle conversations are made as you both move up to the front with Suguru stepping in to take care of ordering.

When he takes out his wallet to pull out his card, your eyes happen to flicker over. In there you spot a polaroid tucked safely inside of the two of you.

It’s one of the more sillier pictures that exist of you both. You remember how long it took to convince Suguru to strike the most ridiculous pose with you, and you remember the minor complaints he had afterwards once the polaroids developed. 

Your copy of the polaroid is kept safe with the rest of the other polaroids of you two, but you never had any idea of what Suguru did with his. 

“You still have that photo?” You asked, voice full of amusement as the memories of that night came flooding back. “I thought you said you didn’t like it because of how silly you looked.”

One end of his mouth twitched partially upwards at your words. “Hm, I did,” Suguru hummed softly while he pulled out the polaroid. “But my boyfriend looks very adorable in it, so I can look past that.” 

The way that he shoots you a small grin manages to bring some color to your cheeks.

And it doesn’t help that he carries on as normal, paying for the order, and the employee also comments what a cute picture that polaroid was. His simple response of, “I know,” was more than enough to make your cheeks flush even more.

[justasecretflower]

“So feminine with grace” homicipher men ft mitsuri reader!

synopsis- you end up in homciphers world, they don't really see people like you in here.. how would they react to you?

Cw- kinda suggestive if you squint, mentions of killing and stuff. If any of this above is not fitted for you please click off your mental health is important <3

A/N- hello ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ !! it was hard finding a song for this lol but ty for the request !!

Now Playing:

Doja cat - woman

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Volume: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

🖤mr. Crawling

🖤'baddie gf and some random loser bf' that's you guys

🖤closested pervert. Got all excited seeing ur clothes, his face lit up and he was all over you, his hands climbing up you as he yelled ‘pretty! Pretty!’

🖤he hasn’t really ever encountered someone as brightly colored as you. Loves touching your hair and braiding it and stuff.

🖤he’s attracted to how gracefully you fight, absolutely in a trance looking like a puppy with his eyes wide and sparkling while he almost drools

🖤your appetite is another thing he finds adorable. He likes to collect food and stuff and feed it to you

🖤definitely overprotective of you

🖤he likes to gently bop your little beauty marks

🖤LOOOVES your affectionate nature. He cuddles up to you all the time. You make him so happy:).

❤️Mr. Scarletta

❤️curious about you. How can something so beautiful and gentle looking be so dangerous?

❤️fuels him to be even more obsessed with you. How graceful and powerful you were, the perfect balance between kindness and danger.

❤️holy stalker. He memorizes every food you like and puts it where you frequently go. Like an offering of some sorts

❤️he likes that your hair is unusual like his, so bright like his, but so soft, like the look of your hair is almost comforting in a way. Something so brightly unique and pretty in a place like that.

❤️pays no mind do what you wear. He knows you and him both can fight, so what does it matter?

❤️he does like how the clothing fits you though.

❤️since you’re so beautiful. He often feels like he should scare everybody off to know that you’re his.

❤️he thinks you two make a very good couple. Powerful, two polar opposites yet the same in one crucial way.

❤️gives you a pink umbrella :P

🩶Mr. Silvair/ silver hair

🩶so so so curious about you! Is your hair natural? Are your beauty marks a birth defect ? How many rice ball thingys did you have to eat to get that hair color? Will it fade? Will your kids have the same hair color ?

🩶 shall he test out the last question?

🩶he has an itch only experimenting on you can scratch, but he never does harmful experiments because yk, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

🩶I will always say this in my homicipher headcanons but Mr. Silvair is EAGER to have kids with you just to see what it’d be like to have half ghost half human kids, now he’s even more eager because of your hair and unusual features

🩶(of course he will always be a good dad no matter what even if he did have a kid for experimental purposes)

🩶honestly a little concerned with the amount of food you eat. But no the less he says nothing about it since he wants to be a good boyfriend!

🩶questions if your strength relates to your unusual hair and things like that.

🧡mr. chopped

🧡feels so incredibly undeserving of you. You're insanely good looking, talented, unique, smart, kind, and strong and he's just like.. a head?

🧡knows how the other homicipher men look at you and he hates it. He hates it when they recognize how graceful, strong and beautiful you are. He's super insecure, that's why hes so whiny all the time.

🧡thankfully to your affectionate personality it helps soothe him a lot. He likes nothing more than just being in your arms with you holding him and comforting him. He just relaxes, you can't feel his body ease up, But you feel how slowly his eyes shut and how light he suddenly seems

🧡he loves how your braids kinda match lol

🧡when you do your hair, you also do his, he lets you re braid it and even make it like yours!

🧡he loves how sweet you are and how you feed into his compliment fishing. Don't tell me he doesn't compliment fish lmao.

🤎mr. hood

🤎I love my man boom shakalakaaaaa

🤎the first time he saw you he was literally frozen. If he had eyes, or, if we could see them, they'd be the most sparkly, light, in love, puppy dog eyes ever.

🤎he's so obsessed with you, tell me otherwise rn.

🤎he likes to feel your hair. How soft and colorful it is in his void black hands.

🤎when he saw your outfit he at first just thought the top like didn't fit..

🤎he would often try to pull your top together to see if it was supposed to be worn like that. You'd have to tell him it was a style choice, he kinda tilts his head for a bit and then shrugs it off. Oh well, your body looked divine that way anyway. Why not show it off?

🤎will never get tired of seeing your strength. He's such a male wife. 'Whatever you want my strong, beautiful wife who I love so dearly'

🤎tries to get you all the foods that you enjoy a lot and helps clean up your clothes once he sees how much of a tedious task that is.

🤎he gets flustered!! you can't see it but trust me he freezes up once you cuddle all over him or nuzzle against him. He loves it so much he's just so new to it he doesn't know how to cope with it. Eventually puts a hand casually around you after some time.

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[yoongihan]

pairing: officer changbin x femreader

genre: smut, angst, crime, s2l, slow burn (it's been over a week in story time, but surely it feels like ages - it does to me)

rating: 18+/M

summary: Set a year after the events of Catalyst, officer seo visits Jeju to see old friends and get away from the city. He meets a local and finds out that someone can see everything he's hiding.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: SEX (finally, right?), penetrative and protected, oral (kinda fem rec), fingering (kinda fem rec), kissing, swearing, coffee, lots of greenhouse work, sweat.

a/n: okay, plot is gonna plot i swear. any missed mistakes is all my fault because no beta (sad face).

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Chapter Five

Changbin considers a shower and change of clothes after his morning jog and check-in at the ferry pier, but though he knows little about plants and such, he figures a greenhouse, even in a Jeju winter, will be toasty. So changing feels senseless. 

The village is small enough that by this point, Changbin has a solid map of it in his head. He knows vaguely where your greenhouse is; a decent walk from the tea shop. He slips on a windbreaker, the wind doing its best to chill his skin, now damp with sweat from that long jog. He nods to the people he passes, not many, and most of them over the age of forty easily. He wonders what it’s like for you, to have grown up here with all your personal history and yet still seem removed. He’s interacted with locals, and you’re unique. 

Maybe it does have something to do with your time on the mainland, but he’s inclined to think that it’s just you. 

He can see you through the greenhouse wall, blurredly as it seems condensation coats the walls along with wear from use and time. Amadeus is lying outside and lifts his head when Changbin approaches. 

“No greenhouse for you?”

The dog looks blase. 

“Probably too hot with that fur coat, huh?” 

There’s a twitch in the muscle above Amadeus’s eye, an eyebrow raise of skepticism if one can use human traits for a dog. 

Changbin also realizes he’s talking to Amadeus like you do. Though he’s somewhat convinced that you do understand your pet and vice versa. He scoffs at himself, but reaches down (carefully because he’s doubtful that Amadeus won’t remove any of his body parts if provoked) to pet and scratch Amadeus’s head and ears. 

There is no loss of limb, so Changbin continues into the greenhouse. 

There’s music, something without words, instrumental and soothing. Despite the uptick in temperature, he relaxes, even as he unzips his jacket. You’re on the other end of the greenhouse, in a t-shirt and loose linen pants (he can’t imagine jeans in this heat…he wonders what it’s like here in summer, if he’d even like it). As he walks the length of the building, he tries to take in the plants, the sheer amount of foliage that is somewhat familiar but completely unknown to him (it’s sad how his knowledge of plants only relates to illegal drugs and their cultivation); but his eyes keep going back to you. When he’s near, he sees a drop of perspiration roll down the back of your neck.

“You found your way,” you say, but are still facing away from him. 

“I did.” He moves in next to you to see you in the process of repotting plants, your hands sure. “Is this place heated just by natural means or do you have a heater?”

“Both.” You glance over, eyes taking him in with consideration. “You’re definitely not going to need that jacket.” 

He chuckles, pulling it off and setting it on a stool nearby. “I didn’t know anyone repotted during the winter.”

“Shh, they don’t know it’s not summer,” you say in a whisper. Your smile is bright. “But as long as the climate is good for them, when they grow a bit too big for their homes, it’s time for an upgrade. Good workout this morning?”

He shrugs. 

“Not enough endorphins?”

He does that half-smile. “I guess not.” He watches as you press down the potting soil. “So, put me to work?”

“Sure thing.” You brush off your hands and point to the back corner. “There’s a little cooler there with some water and juice if you need hydration. Help yourself, I brought extra for you. But here’s where I need you.” You take him by the wrist, intending to lead him, but he moves so his hand clasps yours. You falter at it, eyes darting to his, but he doesn’t indicate anything. You pull him toward a row of plants, currently flowering. “This is chamomile.”

“It’s a flower?”

You grin at him, charmed. “What did you think it was?”

“Tea?”

You laugh and squeeze his hand before looking for a pair of shears for him. “Any tea that is herbal is probably flowers or leaves. There’s no caffeine, so it doesn’t need actual black or green, or even white tea.”

He nods, looking more confused. You pat his shoulder in understanding.

“I won’t lecture you on what any of that is. I need you to cut off all the full flowerheads. We’re going to dry them for tea.”

“Dry them?”

“Naturally in here, if possible, but if it gets rainy or overcast, I have a dehydrator that does the job. But I like doing it naturally if possible. I’m convinced it tastes better.”

“You can’t use them…uh, not dried?”

“You can…but you have to use more to get good flavor, and they can mold so easily.” You hand him the shears. “Just fill this basket with the flowerheads.” You point out a bloom. “This is ready…this one here, see how green and small it is? No petals? It’s not ready to be cut.”

“That’s it?” He holds the shears carefully for a second or two, before twirling like a cowboy with his gun in an old western. “I think I can handle it.”

“I have faith in you.”

His smile is warm. “Thanks.”

“Is the music okay for you? The plants prefer calm music, but occasionally we can throw in a headbanger.”

He sputters a laugh. “Um, no, it’s fine.”

“You can change your mind later if you want. And grab a stool if you don’t wanna stand the whole time.” You move back to the plants you were dealing with earlier as he does grab the stool with his jacket draped and sits on that. 

He glances at you a few times in the first half hour of cutting, but you seem focused and he doesn’t mind the lack of conversation. After almost an hour, he can feel his shoulder muscles loosen. 

It’s work, but it requires so little of his brain, that he finds it relaxing. He hums to himself, sometimes following the music playing, but mostly making it up as he goes since the music is unknown to him. 

“Look at you.”

He jumps when you come over. He wasn’t paying attention, zoned out and pondering the last couple years of his work. It’s not like him to be so unaware. 

Not that he’s worried about you. He’d done a quick background check on you the moment he’d agreed to take the loft in your shop. 

“Look at me?”

You point to the basket. “All full. And looks like there’s nothing left to harvest.” You also hand him a sweating bottle of water. He takes it gratefully, so focused on his task, he hadn’t realized that he was beyond parched. He twists off the cap and drinks about half of it before setting it on the table full of mostly de-flowered plants. 

“Well, it was grueling, but I did weather it alright.” 

You side-eye him. “Are you mocking my work?”

“Of course not. It was actually kinda nice. Sort of mind-numbing.”

“Yes, that brain of yours that doesn’t rest,” you say before taking his hand again. “Bring the stool.”

“There’s more?”

“There’s always more,” you reply easily. He can only see the back of your head and neck, his eyes watching again as a few drops of perspiration travel the length from hairline to your shoulders. 

He’s obsessed. 

The plethora of white and yellow flowers now in front of him are much bigger and fuller than the chamomile. It looks familiar for sure, but again, Changbin hasn’t ever asked what the flowers were when he picked up an arrangement to woo or to apologize. 

“Chrysanthemums.”

“For tea?”

“Yes. It’s really a lovely one. Good for the stomach, and general health.” You point out the ones that are fully in bloom, and the ones not there yet. Pulling another reed-woven basket from under the table, you gesture to him. “Same process.”

“Doesn’t really feel like you need my help.”

“I don’t need it, but I’m glad to have the company.”

He blinks at you, even as he plops back on the stool. “We haven’t spoken for like an hour or more.”

“Company isn’t just conversation.” You leave him for a second, only to return with the half-drunk bottle he’s forgotten on the previous table. “Stay hydrated.” You pat his shoulder, and he wonders if he imagines that you linger before moving off to another part of the greenhouse, letting him get on with his task. 

It’s very much the same process, though the flowers are far larger, and maybe a bit unwieldy. He can sense you moving around behind him, but he only looks when he sees you in his peripheral. You bring him another water after a bit. 

“I can grab it on my own, you know?”

“You can,” you reply simply, meeting his eyes. “But I don’t mind.”

He stares at you for probably longer than is socially normal, but he likes your face. More each time he sees it. 

You’re definitely flushed from the greenhouse and maybe his attention, so you pat his arm again and head back to your work station. He lets his mind wander, within reason, before the duties of his life encroach as his phone buzzes. He sets down the shears and a pot, wiping his hands on his pants before opening it up.

Lee-Park:: Could happen within a week. Can’t get full confirmation. Will send Bang and Han.

He’s already shaking his head as he goes to type out an answer. 

::Cause that won’t tip off the locals, esp Hwang and Princess. 

Lee-Park:: Deal w/it.

Changbin closes his phone, knowing he can’t really argue with Minho on this one. He can handle a lot, but men bred just for muscle and taking orders…more than one or two is a problem. 

He really didn’t want Minho’s suspicions to come true. 

“Bad news?”

He looks over at you. You’re cleaning your hands on an old rag before wiping your forehead. 

“It’s nothing big.”

You tilt your head to the side before walking over a bit. “Sure.”

He doesn’t meet your gaze because you are truly too perceptive. “So…is there lunch and a break for the cheap labor?”

“Yes. You’ve done plenty. Thank you. I’ll set them up for drying after a break.”

You don’t ask anymore about the message, but he believes you want to. Over a huge salad (made from things you grow or barter for), you keep your eyes on him. He wishes he could appreciate your insight, your keenness, but he needs you ignorant. So he says nothing, but asks questions about tea and how one knows what makes good tea versus sediment (your word). 

You explain, hands gesturing passionately, about the drying process, quality of product, and even freshness.

“Oh…” you stop in the middle and jump up for the kitchen. He and you are at the back of your shop, a small table with chairs set up to enjoy the brisk weather. When you return, there’s a perfectly grilled chicken breast. “I forgot. I assume you always need or want protein.” You give him a quick smile before taking another bite of your salad. 

“I…” The level of observation or assumption should feel uncomfortable, worrying; and at some level, it is, but he also trusts his gut about you. You aren’t out to ‘get’ him. Your interest is just who you are. If you both lived in a different time, he’d think you’d be considered a healer of some kind. “I do. Thank you.” He slices up the chicken, offering the plate to you. “Do you want any?”

You shake your head. “I have no muscles to build.” 

“You could, if you wanted.”

“My job builds whatever muscles I need and I don’t see much need for more.” You finish chewing before resting your chin in your hand. “Not all of us wear it as well as you.”

He opens his mouth to banter back, but then he doesn’t. He just stares, letting the compliment; dare he think, the flirting, settle and fill the space between you two. Your warm smile, friendly, starts to fade into awareness and you re-focus on your salad. 

When the meal is done, Changbin starts the dishes despite your protests. You sit on the counter in the kitchen, watching him. 

“Thank you for your help.”

“It was nice. I mean, I think I sweated more than I do working out, but…” He grins at you, earning a return smile. “I don’t mind if you need me to do it again.”

“You’ve been here over a week. When we spoke about you staying here, you made it sound like you weren’t sure how long you were staying here.”

He thinks again about the message in his phone. “A lot of interest in replacing me in the loft?”

Your eyes lose their brightness. “That conflict. It’s back.”

He curses softly, but he’s sure you hear it.

“Sorry. I can see it in your face, in your shoulders. The message you got?”

He sighs and dries the last plate with a yellow embroidered towel before setting it down on the counter with the rest of the dishes. 

“Yeah.”

“Would talking about it help?”

He gazes at you, at your feet swinging but not knocking into the cabinets below the kitchen counter you’re comfortable sitting on. 

“If so, you’d be the first person I’d talk with.”

You blink and glance away, flattered. But you slide off the counter as he’s folding the hand towel. 

“I have to go back to the greenhouse. You okay?” 

He wants to kiss you. Pull you into his arms and hold you. He’s half-convinced that if he did, he’d feel better about everything, even the reason he’s here. 

“Yeah. I’ll shower and…” he trails off as you move around him toward the back door. “I’ll see you later?”

You turn at the door, grabbing your bag. “Most likely. I have some iced green tea in the refrigerator. It’s good for clarity of mind.”

He makes a face. “I don’t…”

“It’s lightly sweetened with agave. You’ll like it.”

“You don’t know that.”

You chuckle. “I’ve known you for a week now. I have some idea of what you might enjoy, Changbin.” You slip out and he hears you speaking with Amadeus before your voice fades as you head to the greenhouse. 

What or who he enjoys.

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The next morning isn’t your morning to work the tea shop, so you don’t hurry through your routine. In fact, with a full mug, after changing pajamas to leggings and a long sweater (which basically could be pajamas), you sit on your steps to watch the sun come up over the horizon, the first rays reflecting off the white sand at your feet. 

You hear Amadeus adjust to a new presence before you turn toward the road into the main part of the village. A solitary figure is heading this way, the rhythm looking faster than walking, but slower than legitimate running. 

It takes another few seconds before Amadeus sets his head back down, resting on his paws. You reach and stroke his head. 

“Yeah, I recognize him too.”

To your knowledge, he’s never jogged in this direction, but you’re often already at work or in the process of getting to work. 

As he gets closer, he slows down. You assume because he sees a person and a dog watching him. He’s walking once he’s within fifty feet of your home.

“Morning!” Your voice comes out a big rough with sleep and general morning-ness. He pauses at your greeting before continuing. His eyes drift to Amadeus who lifts his head for a petting, which Changbin readily gives. 

“Is this…is this where you live?”

“Not what you expected?”

Your place is more trailer than house, but secure to the ground in ways a mobile home is not. You don’t need or have a lot.

“No. I expected something like your shop. This is…” He looks over it, the little that is there. “I guess I just figured you’d have jars and jars of tea, and maybe a lot of books.”

You let out a small laugh, eyes drifting over his form. He’s in long sleeves as well, the temperature has dropped more today. His fringe is damp and curly from sweat, cheeky rosy from exercise. 

You clear your throat at your own wayward thoughts. 

“Would you like to come in? Have something to drink?”

“Sure.”

Amadeus eyes you in a way that unnerves, because you swear that dog knows your mind almost as well as you do. You stand up and walk up the few steps to your door. You feel Changbin follow in after you, his mere presence emanating heat. 

You hadn’t expected company, so your place isn’t exactly spotless, but fairly cluttered. Nothing is out that would embarrass you, but you do wish you’d picked up last night before bed like you’d intended. 

The door shuts behind Changbin and he looks out. “Amadeus?”

“I guess, he’s taking in the quiet of the morning.” 

You hear Changbin inhale. 

“Is that coffee?”

You smile at the obvious delight in his voice. “Yes, would you like a cup?”

“Absolutely, but I need this explained. You, tea-lady of Jeju, having coffee?”

You pull another mug out from the upper cabinet as he roams your kitchen living area (which is primarily all there is, except the bathroom and bedroom behind you). Lifting the moka pot, you pour him a cup.

“Cream? Sugar?”

“Black is fine.” He takes it from you when you walk to where he stands, looking at your inhabited bookshelves. “Tea books, sci-fi, and plants. Maybe this is more what I expected.”

“The sci-fi?”

“That’s different.” He turns to smile at you. Whatever had weight on him yesterday isn’t showing up today. You’re glad of that, but you still wish he’d unburden himself to you. You sit on your small couch and he does the same. He takes a sip and closes his eyes. “Of course you’d do coffee well, too.”

Your laugh is louder this time. “There's a compliment there, I think.”

“You drink coffee,” he repeats. “It’s almost like finding out Santa Claus isn’t real.”

“I never do at the shop,” you tell him. “But some mornings require the strongest thing, even stronger than black tea. It’s a different experience. Far more bitter and bracing than tea.” You sip the last bit of your mug before setting it on your coffee table. “Now you know my darkest secret.”

When he smiles at you over the rim of his mug, there are crinkles in the corners of his eyes. 

“I do?”

He sets his mug down, pressing his lips together as though contemplating blackmailing you due to your choice of morning caffeine. His eyes are steady on you. You can smell him this close, sweat and the ocean air. It’s heady. 

“What do you want for it?”

“For my dark secret?”

He nods.

“Anything?” Your voice has taken on a quality that shouldn't surprise you. Not with how you’ve been feeling lately, how this man has invaded your thoughts. A breathless quality. 

He’s leaned closer, arm draped on the back of your couch. His gaze hasn’t shifted away from you. 

He says your name softly before continuing, “Anything.”

It’s inevitable, right? It was the moment you sensed him walking into Muddy Water. 

When your lips meet his, it’s like you can feel your mind and body exhale, ‘Finally.’

His hand cups your face in response to your move, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. His mouth is hungry, opening for your taste the moment your fingers find the collar of his shirt, gripping tight. You shudder when his tongue meets yours. 

He rubs his other hand on your arm. “You cold?” he breaks the kiss to ask. You can’t even shake your head in response, seeking his mouth again. He chuckles at your keenness, but you aren’t bothered, not when he tastes this good. Your hands slide from his shirt to his hair, tangling in it as you move closer. “Eager,” he mumbles against your lips. 

You huff at him. “Don’t even act like you haven’t been thinking about this.” 

His grin is so wide, it almost detracts from how dark his eyes are. You’re on your knees, legs astride his lap, so he’s looking up at you, the minimal light from your lamps catching the glitter of want in his gaze. 

“I didn’t say that. It’s criminal, and I would know, how much I think of you.” 

And it’s completely criminal that he can say words like that, look at you like that, and somehow you’re not supposed to melt. 

You kiss him again, tongue and teeth. He groans when you settle on his lap, unable not to rock into him. 

“Wanna see the other part of my place?” you whisper. “The bed in your loft is bigger, but I feel like Sheon will have a clue what we’re doing.”

He chuckles, his hands sliding down your sides to your waist and hips. His tongue strokes yours and you whimper when he uses his grip to press you against him. 

“The couch could work too,” he says, one hand running the curve of your ass.

You break away, climbing off of him. His pout makes you laugh. 

“Come on.” 

He follows you the length of your home, after a second of walking, his lips are attached to your neck, arms around your waist. You lean back against him, tilting your head so he has better access. He nips the delicate skin and you shudder. His nose presses into the curve of your shoulder. 

“You always smell good, like your teas.” He lifts his head. “I could take a shower?”

You turn, his arms are still around you. You tug him by the hem of his shirt, walking backwards to your bedroom. You sit on the edge of your bed, pulling him so he’s standing between your legs. 

“I don’t smell too bad?” he asks, apparently worried about his recent exertion. 

You raise up his shirt, exposing his stomach. You lean in, pressing your lips to his skin. You feel him tremble at your touch and you taste him. 

“Nope,” you tell him, looking up. “Taste salty.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, bending down to capture your mouth again, hands holding your face. You’re lost in all the sensations: how he feels against your hands, how he tastes, how he smells, how he sounds. How his weight on top of you is wonderful. 

You rid him of his shirt entirely, your eager hands tracing all the muscle that he works so hard on. You linger at a few scars. When you look at him, when your fingers rest on what looks like a bullet wound, he doesn’t let you say anything; kissing you senseless. You only let go of all that delectable body for him to pull off your top, then your leggings. His hands span your thighs, grounding you.

“Changbin?” you begin, confused that he’s not kissing you again. 

He’s staring, that heavy gaze tracing all that’s revealed. He says nothing, no warning as he leans forward and kisses you right where you ache. Your underwear is still on, but that doesn’t seem to deter his mouth, soaking the already soaked fabric. You squirm even as he holds you firm, hands squeezing and rubbing your legs and thighs. 

“God, you’re a tease,” you stutter seconds later when you’re burning up from the inside and he still hasn’t pulled off your underwear. His answering laugh is dark and octaves lower than normal. He moves so he’s hovering over you, letting the air chill where he has made you so incredibly wet. He kisses you quick before shedding his joggers and boxer-briefs. You force yourself (you’re a bit shaky) to sit up and undo your bra clasp. He returns to you, reaching to draw down the straps slowly. Your bra ends up on the floor with the rest of the clothing. 

“Lay back,” he says, voice soft. “Hips?” He pulls off your underwear finally when you raise up. You vibrate as he glides his warm hands along your legs, your hips to your sides, his thumbs barely brush your breasts. He braces himself on one hand, his legs finding their place between yours. He leans down, lips to your lips, incredibly soft and slow after how much he’s revved you up. “Condoms?”

“The drawer behind you.” Your words are just breaths, weak with wanting. He sits, leaning to find them, but one hand drifts along your inner thigh to where you glisten. He curses when his fingers touch you. 

He tosses the condom somewhere on the bed, his attention to how wet his fingers are. He draws them up to your clit and presses so gently. 

“More…please.”

“Please?” Your eyes are tight shut at how good his fingers feel, but you hear the amusement. “So polite.” He plays with you, listening to how you sound when he touches you this way, then that way. Hands fisted in your sheets (you didn’t even make your bed this morning), you gasp at how the tension builds. 

“Changbin,” you pant. “Please…inside…please fuck me.” You open your eyes to see his eyebrows shoot up at your swearing. He pinches your clit once more before opening and rolling on the condom. You can look up at him now, he’s back to hovering over you, one hand pulling up your thigh. He shoves a pillow at your lower back when you raise up to kiss him, hands in his curly hair. You wrap your legs around his hips as he slides in. “Yes…so good.” You tighten your legs when he draws back only to thrust back into you. 

His lips find yours again, as he sets a pace that threatens to make you weep with pleasure. His fingers have returned to your clit, harder and more insistent. You bury your face in his shoulder, your hips rolling to match him. He grunts when you squeeze him the moment he reaches that spongy part of you. 

“You close?” he asks, lips at your ear. “Please be close, beautiful.”

You nod frantically because you can’t even breathe right now. There’s a moment where time feels like it’s stopped and then you come without a sound. The euphoria and release is the only thing you can comprehend. It’s sparkling and bright. 

You’re vaguely aware that he comes not long after you, his body falling heavily on top of you. As you get your breath back, you nuzzle back into his neck, mouthing at his skin. 

“Showering before getting sweaty again would have been a little silly, don’t you think?”

He chuckles, but doesn’t move, lips finding your shoulder. “You make a good point.” He rolls over and lays next to you, close as there’s only so much room. “Is this why Amadeus didn’t come inside?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Changbin looks over, face shiny with sweat and flushed with arousal. “You good?”

“Very.” You kiss him. “Well worth my dark secret.” 

He savors your kiss before responding. “Dunno about that. MIght need a bit more.”

“More?”

He grins at you, wrapping an arm to pull you close. “More.”

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a/n 2: i'm not a gardening expert so please give me some grace on the greenhouse stuff. i researched where i could.

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© yoongihan 2025. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

[peggy24601]

here are my notes from last night's Les Mis performance on West End (mostly Grantaire related whoopsie)

i have way too much shit to say I still haven't processed my emotions so bear with me

Gavroche saying “Aye aye governor” to Javert right before Stars! This kid is d(￣◇￣)b💯ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ

Grantaire staying carefully away from Enjolras during Red and Black… before slapping the ever living hell out of Enjolras’ butt??? Sir??? Where did that confidence come from??? 

Gavroche being Grantaire's son, and Enjolras trying to also be a figurehead for him (does he want to be included? Is he doubtful of R's capacity as a parent? You decide!) 

Everyone roasting Marius (even someone shouting “Shut up Marius”)! Beautiful! Applauded!!! 

Cosette rushing to help Éponine off the floor after Thénardier slaps her.. Then holding her hands as they stare in each other's eyes **lesbians intensifies**

Grantaire being drunk af during One Day More, but taking a step to be seen by Enjolras, then Enjolras giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder before going in front of him!!! I can't!!! 🥺

Grantaire trying to help but also keeping himself clearly separated from the rest of the boys during Here Upon These Stones

Gavroche being a little shit™

GAVROCHE EXPOSING JAVERT, GRANTAIRE GIVING HIM HIS BOTTLE SO HE CAN PUT THE KID ON A TABLE AND GAVROCHE DOWNING IT'S CONTENT AND R JUST RUFFLING HIS HAT

Gavroche and Grantaire being the first ones to find Éponine and Marius in A Little Fall of Rain, and Grantaire holding him the whole time

Enjolras going to comfort Marius when Éponine dies and Grantaire keeping him from doing it so Gavroche can go instead

Gavroche giving Marius Éponine's hat 😭😭

Enjolras trying to go and comfort Grantaire during his existential crisis in Drink with Me, but him running away from Enjolras before Gavroche practically tackles him in a back hug on the wall!!! 

Everyone looking at Grantaire when Gavroche rushes over the barricade

Enjolras running to catch Gavroche when he's shot then giving him to Grantaire and looking absolutely destroyed

Grantaire yelling “You bastards” during the barricade call

Even after the final battle begins, Grantaire still stays back, he's not ready to start fighting yet. But then he sees Enjolras and he be running to be shot too

Grantaire’s actor's sleeve got caught on a piece of the set so his arms were in the most awkward position for the Bring Him Home reprise

Enjolras being brought out in a cart, Javert blessing Gavroche’s dead body before signaling to a police man to put him on a cart with Enjolras

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables! Enjolras and Grantaire being next to each other, then face to face, THEY'RE NARRATIVE FOILS

Valjean saying “must-a” in an almost Italian accent in Who Am I reprise…  twice

May I present M. Thénardier “I wish I would've married your sister” and his wife “I wish you were dead”

Enjolras and Grantaire holding Gavroche between them at the end of the show, Enjolras was accepted as a figurehead and Grantaire gets his man they're in paradise I'm not sobbing you are

[vanfleeter]

From The Book

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Warnings: 18+, as usual. A little bit of fluff. A little bit of angst, mentions of stress. Smut. Sex. Fingering. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Penetrative sex. Half protected sex (mentions of bc). A/N: Have you missed me? I sure hope you did, because I've missed you!

House parties. They aren’t your style but you go to one anyway because it’s being hosted by a friend. A friend you’ve known only a short time but became close with quickly. He and his partner were throwing a party to celebrate the end of yet another successful tour.

Everyone is here. Including him.

You don’t know him very well, the same goes both ways. When you’d visit Josh on tour, you’d catch his twin looking your way sometimes, but quickly looking away when you’d catch him. You shared very few words with the man. A simple “hello” shared between you before going your separate ways. Maybe a small wave or a smile.

And tonight. Tonight is going to be the same as always. Small wave and a smile before a simple “hello” greeting before you went to the kitchen to make yourself a drink. He came into the kitchen as well to refresh his drink. You caught him looking at you as you mixed a drink. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away and pushed his sunglasses upwards to cover his eyes once again.

You give him a nod of your head before leaving the kitchen to go find people to mingle with.

–

The rest of the night found you isolating yourself in one of Josh’s many guest rooms. Feeling the effects of the alcohol has your head spinning just a little. Closing the door behind you, you walk over to the bed and sink down to the floor and fix your skirt in front of your legs.

It wasn’t long before a knock came on the door. You knew Josh would come looking for you if he hadn’t seen you for a while. He usually does.

But when the door opens, you’re faced with Jake when he peers into the room. “Oh, I’m sorry..” He says. “I didn’t know–Uh–Bathroom downstairs is a bit preoccupied..”

“Bathroom is all yours.” You say, waving your hand in the air in the direction of the connected bathroom.

Jake nods his head before slipping into the room and going to the bathroom. He stops by the door and turns back to face you. “Are you okay?” He asks.

You look up with furrowed brows. “Me?”

He nods his head. “You’re up here alone.. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed a little space.”

He only hums in response and taps his fingers on the doorframe before going into the bathroom. It was a few moments before he came back out of the bathroom, and a little disheveled. His pants were still undone as he worked to tuck his shirt back in. He catches you watching him. How can you not?

His pants are fully undone, zipped completely down showing his briefs. At the top of the waistband you can see just a sliver of his little happy trail.

“Sorry, I’m a little tipsy..” He giggles as he zips up his pants. He smirks though when he sees you watching him. “But I guess I can put on a good show on and off the stage.”

You quickly look away, feeling your cheeks burn. He chuckles and goes to sit beside you on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Keeping you company.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t, Josh will kick my ass.”

“Ahh, so he does know I’m up here.”

Jake nods his head. “He’s the reason that the downstairs bathroom is occupied… So why are you up here? Besides needing space..”

“Oh uh.. Just a little stressed, I guess.. I thought maybe being here I’d feel a little better but I don’t.. And the alcohol does not seem to be helping..”

“What’s going on?”

Slowly you turn your head to look at him. “You really want to listen to the problems of a stranger?”

“Not a stranger,” He says, holding up his finger to get his point across. “An acquaintance, yes. You are Josh’s friend, therefore you are mine, which means I really want to listen.”

“Okay..” You slowly draw out before turning your body sideways that you’re facing him. “I hate my job..”

“I don’t relate..”

You roll your eyes and scoff as you turn to move away, but he reaches for your elbow and draws you back.

“Not so fast.” He chuckles. “I’m just messing with you. Why do you hate your job?”

“Where do I even begin?”

“From the beginning?”

“Jake..” You say, shoving him over.

He laughs and pushes himself back up into a sitting position. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m a little tipsy, let me have my fun.” He says. “What’s going on at work that is currently making you hate it?”

“Well..” You huff a sigh, allowing your shoulders to drop. “I’m being overworked and it sucks… I’ve worked seven days in a row for the past seven weeks and I’m exhausted.. My boss sucks and he’s just overall a fucking creep.. And..” You sigh again and lower your head. “I’m so stressed out..”

“You seem to need a drink.” He says as he pulls himself up off the floor.

You scoff and smile. “I’ve had enough.” You say as you lift your head to look up at him. “Thanks for listening though, but you should go back to the party, you can’t be missed.”

Jake shakes his head and pulls you from the floor. “Like I said, I’m keeping you company.”

“Well I don’t want to go back down there.” You say. “I really just want to be alone.”

“Okay,” Jake says, shrugging his shoulders. “Then I’ll stay here.” He lays out on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and crossing one leg over the other.

“Jake..”

“Y/N..”

“Please go downstairs, it’s your party too.”

“Eh,” He shrugs his shoulders again and shimmies his hips as he gets comfortable on the bed. “They can live without me.” He pats the empty space on the bed beside him. “Come, come. Lay down and relax.”

Giving in, you crawl onto the bed and lay out beside him. “Despite what Josh may do to you, you don’t have to stay with me. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy being alone.”

A smile spreads on his face. “I do too, but sometimes we all need someone to just be in the same room as.”

“And you won’t be bored?”

Jake shakes his head. “Nope.. Plus I’ve drank enough alcohol to last me the rest of the night.. So.. What do you want to do?” He slowly turns onto his side and rests his head on his hand on a propped up elbow.

“I figured I would lay here…” You say. “Maybe read a little..”

“Read? You don’t have a book.”

You lift up your phone. “I have audio books.”

“So you’re listening to a book being read.”

“Yes,” You say as you unlock your phone and open the audio book app. “Would you like to listen? It will get a little smutty.”

“Are you into that kind of stuff?”

You nod your head and choose a book. “But if you’re not–”

“Never said I wasn’t.” He says. “Start it..”

Clicking the play button, the sound of the narrator’s voice plays through the speaker on your phone.

About halfway through the third chapter, Jake speaks up. “Third chapter and we’re really getting into it.” You giggle, feeling your cheeks burn. “But I have to ask because it got me thinking and now I need to know.”

You pause the book and turn your head to look at him. “You want to know if I actually…”

“Do you?”

“I’ve thought about it..” You say. “But I usually struggle to actually make anything happen.”

“Easier with another person.”

“You could say that..”

Jake hums. “Want to try then?”

“Jacob Thomas, are you horny?” You say, setting your phone and twisting yourself to lay on your side.

“Can you blame me? I just pictured that whole scene in my head and now I’m dying..”

You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips. “Well I’m sure there’s a woman downstairs that can help you with that.”

You go to climb off the bed when he speaks up again. “What if I wanted you?”

You pause at the foot of the bed before turning to look at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Well.. I mean.. You’re already here.. I’m horny as fuck and you just said you struggle to get yourself off to this.. Plus, I bet it’d be a great stress reliever.”

You sit there, at the end of the bed, and think about his proposal. How bad could it be? Besides, you haven’t had good sex in months. Though assuming you’ll have good sex with Jake is a stretch, you still barely know him.

“Alright..” You say as you turn around to face him.

He pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Seriously?”

“Don’t let me change my mind.”

“Then lock the door.”

You do as he says and lock the door to the bedroom. He waves you back to the bed. Crawling back onto the bed, he directs you to lay on your back.

“First things first,” He says. “At any given point, you can say no and we can stop.”

“Okay..”

“Can I touch you?” He asks.

“Yes.. Please.. Please touch me..”

He scoffs but gently lays his hand on your thigh. He slowly slides his hand up underneath your skirt. His eyes look back at you and you nod your head. He moves your underwear to the side and slowly presses his middle finger in through your folds. You let out a pitchy moan as he slowly starts to pump his fingers inside of you.

“How did it go in the book?” He asks.

“This is just…fine..” You breathe. “Perfect.. Please keep going.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. He continues pumping his fingers before dragging them down your walls, just like it was described in the book. “Oh fuck, Jake…” You tighten your thighs around his arm as he keeps pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Fuck.. Yes..”

You can feel your core tightening the longer he fucks his fingers inside of you. But that isn’t all that you feel. Jake’s taken it upon himself to grind against your thigh. His hardened cock can be felt through his pants. Even though he’s working you to your own orgasm, you slip your hand between you two and rub him through his pants.

“Naughty girl..” He says.

“Don’t want you to feel left out..”

He chuckles and leans down to kiss your neck. “We’ll get there.”

He keeps pumping his fingers and dragging them along your walls until he’s finally got your coming undone on his hand. “There you are beautiful.”

You're thankful that the music is loud enough that no one downstairs can hear you moaning Jake’s name.

“You sound so beautiful.”

As you come down from your high, he removes his fingers from inside of you and licks them clean of your release.

“You even taste beautiful too.”

You can’t help but to roll your eyes before you sit up and slide your body down the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

You simply ignore him and get to work on undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He lifts his hips high enough for you to pull his pants down to set him free. And when he is, you set to work. First wrapping your mouth around his cock and taking him in as far as you can.

He breathes out a breathy moan as he rests his arms behind his head.

You glance up slightly to see him already looking down at you. Sticking out your tongue, you curl it around his shaft before dragging it upwards as you release him from your mouth. Going back down again, you keep a steady pace of bobbing your head until he takes over and thrusts his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth until he touches the back of your throat. You gag slightly and he moans.

“Baby, I think I’m gonna..” He moans. “I can’t..”

You continue your pattern of bobbing and licking him, slowly bringing him to his own release. His warm seed fills your mouth and you swallow it quickly, allowing only a little of it to dribble down your chin. He quickly sits up and pulls you in for a kiss and licks up the rest of his release from your chin.

He brings his other hand to your hip and gives it a little squeeze. “Clothes off..” He says.

Doing as he says, you climb off of the bed and start to pull your up and over your head before tossing it to the floor. His jaw falls slack when he discovers that you’ve opted for no bra for the night. He slides his pants off the rest of the way and kicks them to the floor before pulling you back onto his lap. Instantly he envelopes one of your breasts in his mouth and sucks gently on your nipple. He gives it a soft tug with his teeth before moving onto the next one.

He has you bent over backwards as he licks through the valley of your breasts and leaves sloppy, wet kisses down to your naval. Pulling you back up, he rolls you both over and continues kissing down your body until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. He tugs on them with his teeth and pulls them down from your waist.

After he fully takes them off, he settles him between your legs and kisses around your aching core. You whimper when you feel him slide his tongue through your folds only to flick your clit with his tongue.

“That wasn’t… In the book..” You moan.

He chuckles, the vibration feeling pleasurable against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I know..”

Asshole.

He slides his tongue inside of you, making your back arch and your toes curl as you squeeze his head between your thighs. You can feel him smile again but he never lets up. He goes back to thrusting his tongue inside of you. He kneads his fingers into the skin of your hips, pushing you closer to his face.

He soon pulls away, making you whine from the loss of contact. He smirks and unbuttons the rest of his shirt before discarding it to the floor. Leaning back over you, he leaves kisses back up your body before stopping on your lips. Your slick covered his mouth and that’s what you could taste mixed with the alcohol still lingering on his lips.

“Definitely not in the book.”

He releases a breathy laugh against your cheek. He nudges your head to the side with his nose and presses a kiss to the backside of your ear.

“None of this will be from the book..” He says in your ear. “This is all me..” He presses his cock against your soaked core making you gasp. “May I?”

“Jacob has manners..” You tease.

Jake takes a hand and twists your nipple making you gasp. “Of course I do, darling.” He says with his faux English accent. “Yes or no, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” You sigh. “Please, yes.”

“Now look who’s using their manners?”

“I have been using my manners..” You say, reaching down to squeeze his ass.

He chuckles and reaches a hand down between the two of you. Lining himself up with your entrance he slowly eases himself inside as far as he can go.

“Sweet mother of pearls..” He groans, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “You feel so good… Do you feel okay?” He asks and lifts his head to look at you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You say.

Lifting himself up on his hands, he starts to move, sliding out to the tip before pushing back inside. His eyes never left yours as he thrusted into you over and over again.

“Fucking is such a good stress reliever,” Jake says between thrusts. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes..” You moan. “So.. So good..”

You palm his ass cheeks in your hands forcing him deeper inside of you. He groans, rolling his eyes. He leans his head down and sucks as your neck, not once breaking the steady rhythm of his thrusts. You wrap your arms around his waist, digging your fingertips into his back, feeling his muscles flexing with each movement that he makes.

You find yourself sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your core grows tighter and tighter.

By now the bedposts were hitting the wall, the bed creaking with every thrust. No doubt anyone downstairs could hear everything now. Your moans filled his ears like a melody though to anyone else, they probably sounded pornagraphic.

He can feel your walls tighten around his cock and he smiles against your neck. “Let go for me baby..” He says.

And you do.

The coil finally snapped inside of you and you cried out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

“Such a good girl.” You can hear him say as he continues fuckin into you. He works himself to his own orgasm and he goes to pull out but you stop him.

“I’m on the pill..” You say breathlessly. “Fill me up, Jake.. I want to feel all of it…”

“Yeah?”

You eagerly nod your head, tightening your legs around his body and caging him in. He chuckles and thrusts a few more times before he’s reaching his own high. His body tenses and he’s emptying out completely inside of you.

“Gah, fuck!” He cries out before he’s bearing all of his weight on top of your body.

A minute later, he’s carefully withdrawing from inside of you before rolling over and dropping down onto his back.

“Soo.. What was better? This? Or the book?” He says as he turns over onto his side to face you.

You can’t stifle the laugh that escapes you. “You must not be confident if you’re comparing yourself to a fictional character.”

He rolls his eyes and props himself up on his elbow. “Yes, well, you can’t have sex with a fictional character.”

“One can dream..” You hum.

“Are you feeling less stressed now then?”

“Very.. You?”

He scoffs. “I was never stressed.”

“I’d beg to differ..” You say. “You went from soft and sweet to rough and angry–not that I’m complaining, but it appears I’m not the only one who was stressed.”

“Consider this a “the end of tour fucking”.” He says. “I’m so relieved that it’s over.”

“Ahhh so you were stressed.” You say, patting his chest and sitting up.

You climb off the bed and retrieve your underwear to pull back followed by your dress. Jake was following closely behind and buckling his belt when a knock came on the door.

“Room’s occupied.” Jake calls.

“Yeah I know,” Josh calls back through the door. “I owe Sam twenty bucks. But when you come downstairs, can you bring the sheets with you and throw them in the washer?”

You can’t help but to giggle when you see Jake’s face flush with red. “Sure, whatever.”

“Thank you!” Josh calls again.

The two of you soon make your way downstairs again and split in different directions, Jake to the laundry room and you to the kitchen. Josh is standing at the island counter with a fresh drink in his hand and a smirk plastered on his face.

“I knew inviting you tonight would be a good thing.”

“You tell no one, it just happened.”

“Oh honey, everyone heard..” Sam says as he walks by and sips on his drink.

“Then I think we did a great job.” You hear Jake from behind you.

“Oh gross..” Sam groans as he takes another drink and leaves the kitchen.

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[the-monkey-ruler]

Greetings! I hope you're having an at least decent weekend. Is it just me or is Stephen Chow involved in a lot of jttw/swk centered media? & do you have anything to say about any of Stephen Chow's jttw/swk centered work?

Stephen Chow WAS Sun Wukong in what could be considered the most iconic Sun Wukong that changed the game. I'm not kidding that there could be a butterfly effect on how Stephen Chow's Wukong in the Chinese Odyssey became such a classic we see how it has affected games, shows, and movies even years later. Dare I say it but I think Stephen Chow could have been just as influential to Wukong's development in modern media as much as even Liu Xiao Ling Tong with how IMPACTFUL his Wukong was.

I have to say that Stephen Chow does have a certain scene of humor that you see in all his movies, not just Journey to the West. He can be raunchy, violent, and nonsensical so I would say that his style of movies might not land with everyone but Stephen Chow undoubtedly always puts a lot of heart into his characters which is what really makes people connect with his movies. He is a master of incorporating meaningful connections through the most ridiculous and insane situations that humans could find themselves in and that is part of his charm seeing both the humor and the tragedy in life as they often go hand and hand. I would suggest reading more about his style here since I think it puts into words how his art form is expressed.

But there can be a fascinating conversation to say just HOW much his Sun Wukong has influenced even modern Journey to the West media. Chinse Odessey was nearly 30 years ago and yet its impact is still being seen today in movies that are directly related to his films, versus movies and shows that he is directly or indirectly involved in today.

Journey to the West Conquering the Demons (2030) (tv remake on Chow’s Wukong)

Black Myth Wukong (2024)

The Monkey King (2023)

A Chinese Odyssey 1 (2022)

A Chinese Odyssey - Origin (2022)

Journey to the West - ARPG (2019)

Bio of Wukong (2017)

The Legend of Sun Wukong (2017)

A Chinese Odyssey TV series (2017)

Journey to the West Demon Strikes Back (2017)

A Chinese Odyssey Part Three (2016)

Honor of Kings (2015)

Taste of Love (2015)

Journey to the West Conquering the Demon (2013)

Asura Online (2010)

Even in movies that he is NOT involved in like Monkey King: The One and Only (2021) 大圣无双 where the Wukong actor is basing his performance clearly on Demon Strikes Back (2017) Wukong. Not to mention nearly EVERY SINGLE Wukong x SO plot line where the SO dies in the end could be traced back to Chinese Odyssey. If you hate how much Wukong's love interests are killed off in media, you can somewhat blame Stephen Chow, not for doing it first, but for doing it WELL and then dozens of directors for years to come trying to recapture that magic but falling short of what made people love that tragic romance in the first place.

Chinese Odessey was made in 1995 and led to the light novel Bio of Wukong which was made in 2000 and at least 4 more movies and its own TV show. The Bio of Wukong was so popular that it led to the inspiration of Asura Online game based is the story and its own movie Immortal Demon Slayer. Stephen Chow continued to make his own movies Conquering the Demon and Demon Strikes Back. He also goes on to help produce Monkey King 2023 and even makes plans to help produce an entire TV series based on his own universe. Asura Online was worked on by Game Science who continued to work on the creation of Black Myth Wukong. This isn't even to mention the spin-offs, sequels, and prequels to Chow's movies and still how they are influencing directors today.

I can't express how much Chow has impacted the very image of Sun Wukong from being a fighter to a tragic hero. I even took from an ENTIRE CHPATER from Transforming Monkey: Adaptation and Representation by Hongmei Sun bout the CULTURAL impact that fans had with Chinese Odessey and how it became such a cult classic. He was the one to really reshape what Wukong could mean to people, not just a hero in an action movie, but a tragic figure that is forced to give up his individualism for the sake of saving the world because no one else can. That the burden of being 'Sun Wukong' can be relatable to anyone and anyone can see their own struggles with how Wukong tries not just to fight demons, but also fight himself.

I have so many feelings on the intricacies of how Wukong's character changes throughout each generation and each audience across countries and what he means to each new audience but never loses what makes him so beloved and keeps him still going strong after 400 years. And I think that Stephen Chow plays a huge and critical part in how Wukong has changed yet again in the public eye. Wukong going from a pure heroic figure to now a tragic hero who has all the power in the world but still finds himself falling short of what he desires in life. I think that this was a vital step in show the complexity and having more directors and the audience toy with the notion of Wukong's internal battle with his identity versus him always just fighting physical battles.

I will say that Chow's influence did lead to the popularity of the Journey to the West Conspiracy Theory which I am not personally a fan of. It is not that it can't be fun or interesting but moreso I believe that this theory has been drawn out far too long in the past 20 years and that it is time for a new nuance perspective to take its place. Genres have waves of new tropes and cliches and I do believe the 'heaven bad, yaoguai misunderstood' has been played out a tad too long to be charming anymore. I think this was a vital step in Wukong’s and Journey to the West adaptions but I also believe that now more can be built upon this premise to allow for more creative ideas that reflect a more modern audience.

I think that the audience that has grown up with Chow's work (Chinese Odessey at least) is now at the age where they can produce and create their own material and we are still seeing how this audience is echoing the same statements of Chow's Tragic Hero standpoint. I don't know what else I can say that I haven't said before but the sheer magnitude of changing a character's image is shocking and I hope that we see what new form Sun Wukong shall take!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hiya sex witch

Hope ur having a good one!

I have a sexual health question. Im 28yo M and am as far as i am aware overall healthy, but sometimes i have trouble orgasming during sex, but rarely during masturbation. Im aware that contrary to popular belief men dont always orgasm 100% of the time and that there is nothing wrong with having difficulty with "keeping it up" so long as its not health related (i dont usually have difficulty with this part specifically, i just feel from experience that some times this is forgotten among people so i wanted to mention that)

I enjoy sex with my partners and im mentally very in the mood for it! Im not really nervous and havent felt pressured with them but some times it takes a very long time for me to finish, like more that 1.5 hours and up to 2 or 3 one time, and understandably my partners dont usually want to go that long lol i also find it frustrating because i feel the need around the 30-40minute mark but like i dont get that final push if that makes sense?

I did online searching and most answers are kinda wishy washy about causes other than excess masturbation, ive cut down on masturbation because alot of places say that that can be a cause but i only masturbated like once or twice a week and now im down to twice a month but it still happens.

Ive also heard that a too tight circumcision can lead to desensitisation and is what im kinda thinking this might be, i was circumcised at birth and have what the forskin restoration website ( www.restoringforeskin.org ) says is a RCI-0 or maybe RCI-1 which are considered super tight or tight respectively, both of which can lead to lack of sensation. And am considering maybe working on restoring my foreskin due to this, but i wanted your opinion on how like legit this all is considering it kinda sounds idk farfetched to me? Like being able to just stretch the skin back out with tape, is that even a thing? And does this sound like a possible cause?

Thanks for all your hard (no joke intended)'work and ur also awsome!

P.S. tumblr is being fucky on my phone all the time so if this is not anonymous please ignore/dm me to say make it anonymous again or whatever tanks

hi anon,

thank you so much for your question! it sounds like you've put a lot of thought into it already, and it was very interesting to read.

I have some hesitation in declaring that something is physically the matter with your penis, mainly because you mention that orgasm tends to come at a much more typical speed when you're masturbating. in the case of a physical problem I'd usually expect to see similar results whether you were having sex solo or partnered, which to me suggested it might be more of a mental/emotional blockage here?

but, having said that: I'm not a healthcare provider! and it sounds like a visit with one to discuss your observations might be really beneficial at this point.

while foreskin restoration is a thing, it's also a thing that doesn't have much research backing it up, and long-term results aren't very well known. consulting with a urologist before attempting a restoration sounds like it would be a great idea for you, as they could help confirm whether your foreskin is the problem and advise you on safely practicing restoration if it's an appropriate treatment. or, if that isn't the case, they're likely to have a much better idea about what else might be causing your situation.

best of luck!

[stationintern]

Hello my friends! I am late, but we won't mention it. April was a very busy month, but I managed to read way more than I've been able to the last few months, so I have a good selection for you. There's a couple rereads, a couple fics I put off reading for far too long, and a few that I found at the perfect time and devoured on sight.

Let's go!

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites for H/D Bodice Ripper Fest 2022 M, 14.8k

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

I read this fic about a year ago, and I am so glad that I chose to revisit it this month. It is just so, so good. Endlessly hilarious, with a solid plot that is resolved neatly in 14 thousand words. I really love Harry here. His letters are so adorable. This aspect comes in later in this list as well, but I love when Draco is kind of a mysterious figure for a good chunk of a fic. The wondering, the anticipation. What kind of Draco will we meet this time? It's all very delicious.

Seeker's High by @corvuscrowned M, 40k

Harry Potter doesn’t expect to take up running years after the war ends; it just sort of happens. He also doesn’t expect that — as he fights tooth and nail to climb out of a post-war depression he didn’t realize he’d fallen into — he’ll end up running right into the arms of Draco Malfoy. A half angsty drama, half romcom of Harry working on himself, learning how to accept help from his friends, and falling in love with his childhood nemesis.

Another reread. This is one of those fics I've found myself periodically thinking about, mostly because it just feels so right. Harry's characterization in this is fascinating, and I really enjoyed watching his slow evolution as his relationships grow, both with running and with Draco. A unique premise that I really enjoyed and know I will revisit again.

Turn by Saras_Girl E, 306k

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Okay, so, I'm not even gonna say anything. I put off reading this for way too long, and not knowing a single thing about this fic was probably the reason I devoured every chapter the way I did. Just know I was clawing at the walls.

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu E, 75.3k

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

Oh my fucking god. I have never in my life laughed out loud this many times while reading a fic. Truly, two dumb, horny assholes just trying to crack the case. But, behind all the side-splitting humor (and searingly hot sex) is a deep understanding of both characters that shines through and makes every moment hit so much harder. As in, they would fucking say that. Every single follow-up in the series is a banger, too. Thanks to @tackytigerfic for pointing those out to me!

Make This Leap by @oflights M, 118k

Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

I relived four years of my life reading this fic. Both the good and the bad. Truly, a wonderful portrayal of the epic highs and lows of restaurant work. From personal drama to work-related catastrophes, this fic has it all. Like I said before, I love having to wait a bit to see Draco. I love hearing about him through the grapevine. I had so much fun reading this, and it was a treat to see these characters in an environment that I hadn't really envisioned them in before. Lovable (and punchable) side characters, a very stressed out Harry Potter, and a solid amount of health code infractions. Amazing.

See you at the end of May! xx, Moon.

[ainxis]

DC Comic Book Guide!

Do you want to get into reading DC comics but it all seems very overwhelming and you have no idea where to start? Or maybe you've already been reading comics for a while but you've been avoiding exploring new characters because you just cannot find a good reading list for them.

If so you've come to a good place!!!

Along with @seratheminx on TikTok (go follow her! she makes really fun edits and other DC related videos, and this whole thing was her idea!) we've been working on a little project that assembles reading lists for different DC characters and teams for easy access! It also contains explanations for newer readers on basic terms and timelines. And gives our recommendations on where to start reading!

So far we have assembled lists for 230+ characters!

And there's a wheel you can spin to randomly choose a character from the list ✨😎.

Anyway here's the link to the docs:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1toKeMJJQRUBVBZmDL4KTTfVEtsVrxm63BYmBUJCjc-M/edit

Unfortunately I don't have a large following and most of my mutuals are already into comics so I would appreciate some help with rebloging so it can reach a wider audience!

If you have any questions or suggestions (we're in no way experts on a whole DC comics universe just two fans doing our best so if you find any mistakes please let us know) there's a suggestion forms at the end or you can send me an ask/dm.

Enjoy ❤️

DISCLAIMER 📢

The lists featured on the docs were not made by us! We just wanted to put them in one place for easier access as sometimes they are way harder to find than just a quick google search (which I did not realise before I started this project 💀). All the credit for those goes to their original creators! Lists are added in the form of links so you can clearly see who the og creators are, please give them some love if you found their hard work helpful!!! Seriously those guides are amazing and so well thought out! But that also means that not every list is up to date, as some were made a few years ago or didn't include certain eras for other reasons. I tried to include disclaimers if I thought that the missing years are important to the character so you can look for the rest on your own but obviously there are 230+ characters and I'm not an expert on every single one of them so 😅. The rest: definitions, recommendations and such were written by me and Sera. I just wanted to make that part clear.