#and i know the questions come from a good place but also like .... do Not perceive me sgfkdh

[dollfacefantasy]

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. what you’re supposed to see him as. what you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you, remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

[patinathing]

Never had a version of God thanks to my PHD Giganerd Atheist dad.

Gave me the rundown on Science vibes and that even he didn't know everything from the time I was a wee flesh lump.

There were mysteries out there, and I was free to find what structure best supported my understanding or confusion related to them. The tools he provided me seemed to survive the questions I had.

He'd walk around the house wearing a shirt with a 3 circle Venn diagram - The circles were of Rat DNA, Mouse DNA, and Human DNA. Looked like the following. We share a lot of DNA with them critters.

Humans have always kinda been chimps to me? Silly, funny, lovely, scared, complex, contradictory, existential chimps.

So my dad was incredibly awkward, but also one of the nicest and smartest people I've ever known. And it didn't come from a place of what he 'should be doing' because he didn't really have that. Kindness and quality consideration are worthwhile however they come about. I'm happy he found his. He's also flawed and troubled, but he's also a very clever chimp in a flawed and troubled world so I try not to give him too hard a time.

Suffering is everywhere. It's definitely worth noticing. Figuring out how best to deal with all of it can be tough.

The other better things are also around - joy, connection, creation and the likes. Balancing all that to be just the right amount of infuriating is tough!

Shit's happened. Life has had quite a sense of humor in my experience. Life not having a plan or a will makes it all the funnier to me, but humor is a coping mechanism of mine. I find it to be better than suffering when I get to make that choice.

Uh good luck! Consideration is a lovely thing.

One of the biggest eye-openers for me back when a I went to church was that like…

Oh man how do I explain it.

There’s this prevalent idea I see a lot in Christian circles that if you pray right, if you follow God correctly, if you’re a truly virtuous person, your problems will be solved, right?

If you suffer, if you fall ill, if bad things happen, it’s because you aren’t good enough. You don’t need medicine because if you’re worthy, if you’re faithful enough, God will reward you by healing you. Right?

But like. Discussing this with my mother, and travelling out east with our pastor… Jesus didn’t spend all his time with perfect, virtuous people. Jesus didn’t seek out and heal well-to-do, faithful, perfect Christians. In fact, there’s a specific story in which he straight up doesn’t travel out to heal a believer’s dying daughter, because she’s already “saved”. Her earthy death is okay because she’s going to heaven already.

And like… coming from our Pastor, who is one of the best guys I’ve ever met- there seems to be an ongoing, underlying message of, “Jesus doesn’t care about you if you’re a good Christian”. If you’re a good Christian, if you’re living a virtuous life on earth, then any suffering you experience is only temporary- your ETERNITY is secure. Jesus goes out of his way to meet with sinners and the unfaithful because those are the people whose souls are in danger.

So like. In that perspective, being good doesn’t make your life better, it’s just good for others and good for your soul. Praying and doing good probably won’t cure your cancer, but it may mean you don’t have to worry too much about your death.

And like. I dunno. I wouldn’t call myself a Christian, but I find myself thinking about that concept a lot

Does suffering mean you deserve a reward?

Is suffering proof that you’re unworthy?

Or is suffering just an unfortunate facet of life that doesn’t reflect on your worth, that you still have to deal with as best you can?

Maybe suffering is just suffering.

Maybe the bad things you experienced weren’t about you

And maybe you just gotta try your best and be kind anyways, so you can rest easy when you go

[otakusheep15]

Twisted Wonderland Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! It's another year single for me, which means another year that I get to write about pretty anime boys.

In these, everyone is 18+, and it's implied in a bunch of them that you live together, or at least spend time at their place frequently. Everyone is included except for Ortho.

Riddle - Pottery

Something fun that also results in something practical. Riddle goes in with the plan to make things he’ll actually use, such as cups or other household items. He’s not the best at it - his hands are rather shaky, and he’s rather inexperienced when it comes to sculpting - but his efforts are worth it when he finally produces a (somewhat lopsided but still adorable) mug. He’s very proud of himself, and he shows it off to you excitedly before getting back to work, wanting to perfect the craft by the end of the date. 

Trey - Farmer’s market

It’s a bright and early morning. Stalls full of produce, baked goods, jewelery, and more all fight for your attention as you stroll through. Trey holds your hand loosely in yours so as to not separate in the crowd. He has a list of items to purchase in mind, mostly ingredients for his baked goods, but he also intends on buying you something nice. He watches you look around, catching your gaze as it stares at something just a second too long before looking away. He makes a mental note to head back to that stall after he gets what he needs, happy at the idea of spoiling you. 

Cater - Scrapbooking

Cater takes a lot of photos. Too many, some could argue. Most of them simply sit in his camera roll, never to be looked at again, and that makes you a bit sad. So, you decide to print out some of your favorite photos he’s taken, bringing them to him along with a cute scrapbook you bought. Together, you spend the night picking out the best ones from your selection, carefully taping them to the pages of the book. You also bought a bunch of cute stickers to fill in the white space, and by the end of the night, they also cover both of your faces. 

Ace - Arcade

The second you get to the arcade, Ace is immediately making a bet with you, claiming he’ll get more tickets than you by the end. He’s competitive as ever, but that’s part of his charm. The two of you run around, playing every game you can find. He gloats when he wins a game and pouts when he loses, sneakily trying to snatch some of your tickets when he thinks you’re not looking. You catch him every time, of course, and he pulls his hand back and smirks like he wasn’t doing anything. At the end of the day, who actually gets more tickets doesn’t matter, as Ace uses all of his tickets to buy you a prize of your choice. He pouts if you tease him over going soft, but the blush on his face when he hands you your prize tells you all you need to know. 

Deuce - Zoo

A surprising choice for someone like Deuce, but it’s a cute idea nonetheless. You spend the day wandering around, looking at animals and learning about them as you go. He is the type to stand there and read every plaque he can find, wanting to learn as much as he can. When he’s done, he recites all of the facts to you, wanting to sound smart. It’s adorable, but you keep that to yourself. You get lunch at a cute themed restaurant on the property, sitting down and taking a break before continuing your adventure. After you finish looking at all the animals, he takes you to the gift shop, letting you pick out a plushy of your favorite creature. He also picks one of his own so that you two match. 

Leona - Blanket fort

While Leona does certainly love showing you off in public, he also enjoys being cozy and alone with you. Staying home and building a cute fort is exactly his speed. He’s shockingly good at building forts, and you’re tempted to question if he’s done this kind of thing before. You know he’d deny it, of course, so you keep that thought to yourself. After a day of set-up, the fort is built, and you spend the night cuddling on a plush pile of pillows. It’s filled with plenty of snacks, books, and games for you to enjoy, and their are soft fairy lights littered around so that you can see. Leona keeps you as close as possible for the whole night, feeling particularly cuddly now that he has you here. 

Ruggie - Thrifting 

Even when he’s by himself, Ruggie loves going thrifting. It’s an easy way to find quality stuff for cheap, and he’s been doing it since he was little. Now, though? Now he thinks it’s much more fun when you’re with him. The two of you wander around the shop, splitting up to cover more ground. Every few minutes you’ll meet back up to show off your findings, including clothes, silly knick-knacks, and other items you manage to find. Some items are shown off just for fun, but other items you decide to purchase, placing them in a reusable bag Ruggie bought. At the end of your shopping, Ruggie purchases all of your items, bragging about how much he saved as you walk back home. 

Jack - Rock climbing

Even on dates, Jack loves working out. However, just being at a gym is boring, and he wants you to have fun as well. Rock climbing was the compromise, one that he was very happy with. It’s an indoor facility, fitted with plenty of safety features. He’s the silent competitive type, pitting himself against both you and other people, even if he keeps his challenge to himself. It’s adorable how excited he gets as he climbs higher up, and it almost distracts you from your own climbing. He doesn’t stop smiling once, and you notice his tail wagging continuously as well. It’s rare to see him this visibly excited, and you couldn’t be happier about it. 

Azul - Wine-tasting

Of course Azul would love a fancy date like this. It’s allows him to show off his money, his knowledge, and maybe even find some new clients on the side. That last one is a joke of course; you’re the only one on his mind for the whole day. He’s still showing off to you the whole time though. He picks the most expensive tasting possible, and he makes sure to study up on everything he can find in the hopes of impressing you with the information he holds. The entire time, he’s whispering fun facts the guide didn’t mention, hoping to make you smile. He also takes careful note of which drinks you prefer best, planning on surprising you with some at a later date. 

Jade - Gardening

A calm, relaxing date that allows Jade to spend time with his favorite person. He loves gardening, and doing it with you makes it even better. He teaches you about every plant he has, explaining every fact off the top of his head. Jade is very knowledgeable and passionate, his eyes lighting up every time he moves on to a new plant. He teaches you how to care for them, even letting you plant some of your own plants next to his. The whole time, he stays close to you, guiding your hands as he explains the proper steps. It’s soft and intimate and everything you could want from a date with him. 

Floyd - Laser tag

Floyd likes anything that involves running around and attacking people for fun. Laser tag sounded the most interesting to him at the time, so it’s the one he decided on. If you’re on the same team, he’s dragging you around as he looks for potential victims. Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll even let you get a couple hits in yourself. However, if you’re unfortunate enough to end up on the opposite team, you better be fast. He’ll absolutely be hunting you down, not caring about anyone else on your team until he gets you. Don’t worry though; it’s all in good fun, he swears. 

Kalim - Karaoke

This kind of date is basically everything Kalim loves. He’s alone with you, and he gets to sing! He has so much fun picking out songs, and he practically demands that you sing at least three duets with him. Naturally, he also lets you order any snacks and drinks you want. As expected, he does hog the mic a bit, but that’s just because he’s so excited to perform for you! It’s like a mini concert! He’ll absolutely sing any songs you request, and he’ll recommend you some in turn. After each song you perform, he gives you a standing ovation, showering you with praises. 

Jamil - History museum

This date is on the quieter side, which is something Jamil definitely prefers. The two of you wander around, holding hands and staying mostly quiet as you admire all the museum has to offer. He did some minor research in advance so that he could tell you more about certain exhibits, and he always seems happy when he teaches you a new fact. It's peaceful and calm, a nice break from the hustle and bustle of daily life. The two of you have a nice late lunch after your visit is over, followed by a nice stroll in a nearby part. It may not be an action-packed adventure, but Jamil wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Vil - Movie night

Vil is a nerd at heart, and he loves sharing his interests with you. In turn, he loves it when you share your interests with him. A movie night is the perfect date for the two of you in this regard. Each of you picks a couple of your favorite movies, and you binge them back to back. You cuddle on the couch, Vil’s arm wrapped tightly around you as you press into his side. He makes sure you have plenty of cozy pillows and blankets, as well as yummy snacks. If you happen to doze off, he’s the type to carry you to bed since he refuses to let you hurt your back by sleeping on the couch. 

Rook - Poetry writing

Besides hunting, Rook’s favorite hobby is writing poetry. He writes for you often, constantly gifting you new works to enjoy. Today, he wants you to indulge in the writing process with him. He makes some nice tea for himself, as well as whatever drink you like best. You set up on the couch with a stack of paper and many colorful pens. The two of you sit in mostly silence, the only sounds coming from pen against paper and the occasional sipping of drinks. Sometimes, Rokk will pause his writing to ask how your progress is going, asking if he can see what you have written so far. He praises whatever you write, even if you’re not confident in your abilities. Naturally, he shares his work with you as well, citing you as his muse. 

Epel - Bowling

Epel is nothing if not competitive, and he loves any date that involves a good challenge. It’s a playful sort of competitiveness, one with no malice behind it. He’s just here to have fun with you, even if he also wants to win. He’s shockingly good at bowling, and it makes you wonder how much experience he has at it. He gloats every time he gets a strike, and he has to stop himself from cursing when he gets a gutterball. It’s a fun date filled with a lot of playful banter and competitive nonsense. Epel also makes a bet that the loser has to buy dinner, even if he secretly planned on taking you out after regardless. 

Idia - Urban camping

Idia cannot handle the wilderness. He hates being outside during the day, so being outside at night is just about the worst thing he can think of. That being said, camping is something he’s always (secretly) wanted to experience after seeing it in one of his favorite anime. That’s why he decided that a good compromise would be urban camping. The building you live in has a flat-top roof, so he sets up camp there. He sets up a large tent, filled to the brim with fluffy blankets and soft pillows. He strings up soft fairy lights, giving the set-up a nice glow. Of course, he also provides plenty of snacks, most of which are candy. He even goes so far as to set up a projector so that you can watch movies together. It may not be your usual date with Idia, but it is a wonderful experience. 

Malleus - Painting

Malleus has always been the artistic type, so any date that involves creativity is right up his alley. Sculpting is his favorite medium, but it is also what he does most often, and he wanted to try something new. Painting is not something he’s completely inexperienced with, but it’s not something he regularly practices either, so he figured it would be perfect. The two of you set up canvases, positioning them so that you can’t see what the other is doing. You spend the afternoon dedicated to your paintings, only breaking the concentrated silence with occasional movement. When both of you are finished, Malleus reveals his painting to you. It’s a portrait of you, painted with beautiful detail. Now you can see yourself the way he does, which is absolutely ethereal. 

Lilia - Concert

Lilia is someone who enjoys more extraverted activities, so a conert is right up his alley. He doesn’t even have to know who the artist is or what genre they specialize in because he’ll have fun regardless. He spends the day carefully picking an outfit, constantly asking you for approval. It basically becomes a mini fashion show. Naturally, he helps you pick out an outfit as well. Then the two of you head off to the concert. He buys their merch, always wanting to support whatever artist he’s going to see. You have front row tickets since he’s not one to skimp out. Lilia is absolutely having the time of his life, dancing and singing along to every song. 

Silver - Stargazing

Dates with Silver are always simple and relaxing. It’s rare for you to have a specific plan in mind. As long as you’re doing something together, Silver is happy. Stargazing is the exact kind of date for someone like Silver. The two of you, out in nature surrounded by stars. Some of his animal friends are curled up beside you. Some are napping while others watch the stars with you. Silver dozes off a couple times, but he’s quick to wake back up, not wanting to fall asleep during a date, even if it is late. He is rather knowledgeable about stars, and he is more than happy to tell you all about the constellations he can find. Eventually, he does fall asleep for real, but you don’t mind. He looks so peaceful, surrounded by his critter friends, grass gently brushing against his face and the shine from the moon reflecting in a soft glow around him. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. 

Sebek - Library

Considering how loud Sebek usually tends to be, it might shock some to learn that he actually enjoys being in the library. For him, it’s a calming atmosphere, quiet and away from disturbances. In a library, he can find anything. If he has a topic he wants to learn about, it can usually be found in the library. He decides to take you here because it’s his safe space, and he trusts you to keep it sacred. You spend the whole day looking through books. He suggests that you pick out books for each other to check out, mostly as an excuse to show you his favorites. In turn, he gladly reads anything you choose for him, even if they aren’t his usual genre.

[wonysugar]

g!p sugar mommy giselle🫦🫦🫦

g!p.... sugar mommy...... giselle..... ANON. holds you by the neck dearly thank you for this. also! it’s barely even mentioned at all but just know giselle is like 37ish and reader is in her mid-twenties. :]

cw : age-gap!

giselle as the sugar mommy you randomly met on your day to day minimum wage job at a fast food place MHMMM LET ME COOKKK..... having her be a regular who always comes in like once a week, always wearing something super fancy.. like a black prada trenchcoat or sometimes even a dolce & gabbana blazer. point is, she immediately stuck out like a sore thumb among the rest of the crowd.

plus, you found her undeniably gorgeous as soon as you laid eyes on her, so it's not like she'd go unnoticed otherwise, either.

she often approached you at the register and made small talk, as stupid as it often was. she'd find some stupid excuse not to use the self checkout machine and would find a lame conversation starter while you're watching her pull out a dior purse, proceeding with the payment of her order. that often lead to you asking her questions of your own.

"why do you eat here? you look like you have other.... better places to be eating at."

she'd chuckle at your words, finding them amusing, before answering in a gentle tone, "trust me, i do. my niece doesn't seem to think the same way i do, however, as she seems to really like this place. i appear to be the only one indulging her."

soon enough, you'd warm up to her with each visit of hers and the conversations would get much, much longer. so much so that, often times, your manager would have to step in and remind you to get back to work prompty. it got annoying quickly, as the conversations were just getting good; chatting about studies, travel plans, ambitions and goals, etc.

so, wanting to have these incredibly interesting exchanges in a more comfortable and relaxed setting, aeri asked for your number.

naturally.

who cares that she was like, ten years older than you. it wouldn’t hurt to make a friend… right?

numerous nights of friendly-texting-turned-flirty later, you two quickly agreed on a set date and location, which turned out to be a friday evening spent in the very expensive restaurant right across the block from your workplace. it was a date! she informed you to come in 'appropriate' attire, whatever that meant. how would you know? your closet consisted of hoodies, sweaters and some t-shirts as well as your work uniform. that being said, you showed up to the date wearing a low cute dark blue dress you found laying around in the darkest depths of your drawer for probably more than seven years. saying you were nervous would be nothing but a huge understatement.

she, on the other hand, came wearing a creamy white turtleneck under the black trench-coat she was usually seen wearing when ordering food at your job, the look topped off by wide legged black pants and really expensive looking black leather heels.

what the fuck are you doing.

getting cold feet, you nervously sat down at the table and bowed your head in her direction. intimidated by the light yet impacting amount of makeup she had on her face, you avoided eye contact as much as possible. she was breathtaking.

she told you to choose whatever you’d like on the menu and to not look at the price, as she insisted you not to worry at all about the bill. you, of course, felt guilty so you proceeded to pick the least expensive thing on the menu and attempted to convince her that you genuinely loved the dish, hence why you’d pick it among everything else.

who were you kidding though, you couldn’t even pronounce whatever fuckass french name it was that you picked to the waiter. she smiled at you as you finished ordering, making you turn red in embarrassment.

“you know y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to mention it in a place as unflattering as your workplace, no offence,” she started as you shook off the statement, practically agreeing with her before she continued, “but i must say that i think you are absolutely adorable.”

it gets to a point. and at this point you’re just short-circuiting at her words and intense eye contact, finding it difficult to even act properly in front of her!

she noticed that, of course, especially in times during the conversation where she called you endearing names such as “darling”, “love” and “honey”.

that wasn’t much different in bed, either.

as it turns out, you really did want her to fuck you at the end of the night! honestly, how could you not when she’d been opening every single door for you, insisting on paying for the entirety of the bill at the restaurant and offering to drive you home despite it only being a 10 minute walk?

she’d done nothing but drive you crazy all evening with her sexy and gentle manners, it’s only natural you gave her a sloppy handjob whilst she drove her grey lexus lx back to her own house with the pure intention of fucking the shit out of you.

…and she did! very well, at that!

two of her fingers deep into you, she circled your clit with her thumb and left gentle kisses on your jaw down to your collarbone. slow and steady pumps of the digits, she thrived in hearing your soft whimpers.

that didn’t last long, however. she was getting impatient, and her dick was aching to feel you.

ass up face down, you’re getting pounded relentlessly into the mattress before you know it. getting treated like nothing but a queen all night only to be later fucked like a depraved slut… it had to be the best thing you’d ever felt in a while. of course, you let her know of that with guttural moans that left your body with each thrust of her cock. she didn’t care, her house was big enough to muffle your screams, after all.

she whispered obscenities into your ear whilst you did so, gripping a fistful of your hair and humming at each sound that came out of your mouth. talking about how tight your cunt was for her, about how good it felt, how she couldn’t wait to use it every other day, about how she would kill to take care of a pretty little thing like you.

gripping onto your sides and ramming into you shamelessly as she drove you to your climax, you bit your lip until you felt like it was bleeding. her breathier heavier and each of her moans slightly higher than the previous, you both orgasmed together, a wave of euphoria washing over the two of you immediately.

oh and, you know what she said about ‘taking care of a pretty little thing like you?’ yeah, she meant every word.

soon enough, she’s taking you on dates every other weekend, referring you to a slightly better paying, less agonizing job thanks to the connections she possesses, sending you excessive amounts of money she labels as your ‘monthly allowance’ and overall spoiling you with whatever your heart desires. hell. she even payed your university tuition! she finds it endearing to see you always so shy and embarrassed to accept the money she gives you; you always go on about how ‘you don’t give her anything back’ and how it isn’t fair.

but to her, you do give back. your happiness and joy is what aeri does it for, and you give her great amounts of that. not only that, but you also give back by whoring yourself out and looking pretty for her. giving her unwarranted boners by sending her risky pictures and videos while she’s at work, having you wear the lingerie she buys you, knowing you use the toys she got you whenever she’s too busy to take care of you, etc. aeri could name nothing better than having you be the beautiful doll she gets to play with every now and then. :]

[honeyhotteoks]

₊ ⊹ ⟡ too hot to handle (송민기 ♡ s.mg)

your neighbor has more to give than you bargained for.

style: bullet drabble pairing: non idol!mingi x fem!reader word count: 1.8k tags/warnings: smut, pwp, light fluff, neighbor!mingi, fem!reader, big dick, like monster cock level she can't do anything with it, sub!mingi, like super sub, dom!reader, teasing, praise, heavy use of good boy/perfect boy etc., makeouts, grinding, oral f!receiving, face riding, lots of dirty talk, dick on clit action, controlled orgasms, edging and overstim, eventual piv notes: this has been on the brain for longer than i could ever tell you so hopefully it's a fun one x

[masterlist]

The problem with your neighbor isn’t that he’s hot. It isn’t that he’s funny and charming, and it definitely isn’t the crush bubbling between the both of you. Those would be normal problems, problems you tell your best friends about. 

The problem with your neighbor is that his dick is too big. 

You find that out at the same time you find out this giant who lives next door to you with the deep voice and a penchant for calling you “pretty girl” is actually not the dominant you assumed he would be.

Mingi is actually shockingly, surprisingly submissive. 

And you shockingly, surprisingly, love that more than you ever could have guessed. 

You figure that out while you’re straddling him on the couch, and when you roll your hips just right you feel the impressive hardness of him and hear the neediest whimper you’ve ever heard from a man at the exact same time. 

It takes you thirty minutes more of making out and shedding clothes for you to get a good look at his cock, and when you do it grinds the whole almost-fuck to a stop.

And -

“I know,” He breathes, his eyes softening, “it’s okay if you don’t want to keep going.” 

You blink at him, unable to hide the trepidation in your eyes, “It’s not that I don’t want to try,” 

“It’s okay,” He sounds dejected, but also like this has happened to him before and that fills you with nothing but sharp determination. 

“Hang on,” You lay a hand over his bare chest, still straddling his lap, the impressive length and girth of his cock standing between you. 

“Listen,” He sighs, “I get it,” 

“Mingi,” You interrupt him, “I’m not kicking you out,” 

“You’re not?” His eyebrows raise. 

“No,” You smile, “I do think we should maybe… work up to things,” 

“Of course,” He rushes to agree, his hands sliding up and down your bare thighs. 

“It’s just,” You grimace, “I haven’t had sex in a long time, like a really long, kind of embarrassing amount of time,” 

“That’s okay,” He soothes. 

“I’d be lying if I said I thought I could take you,” You sigh, “but Mingi, I’d really, really like to work up to it,” 

“Yeah?” He grins like he just won the lottery. 

“Uh-huh,” You swallow a little nervously, “just maybe not tonight?” 

“Right,” He nods, “anything you want,” 

“Is that okay?” You check, sliding closer to him, his bare cock brushing against your abdomen. 

“Okay?” He nods, “Of course, it’s… I mean, I like you. I want to do whatever you want, that’s what I want,” 

He’s a little flustered, still walking a nervous line like you might change your mind, or he’s worried about coming on too strong, and you take him in for a moment. 

Somewhere inside, you find the boldness to ask the question you’ve wanted to ask since you heard his first whimpered moan, “Mingi,” You murmur, “is that what you’re into? Doing what I want?”

His eyes flick over your face, but you don’t miss the way they darken up at the idea and he nods, “If you’re into that,” he says, “but I can take over if you need me to,” 

You wonder how many girls have begged him to be more dominant. How many girls have pushed him to go to a place that isn’t entirely comfortable for him, when he clearly wants the opposite. 

“I’m into that,” You tell him, “don’t worry,” 

You both click together like kinky little puzzle pieces, and despite the fact that you’ve never had his dick properly inside you, you’ve been having sex for weeks. 

You get creative. 

Mingi and his giant cock seem to love nothing more than making you feel good, especially when you use his big body to get yourself off. 

The first few times you hook up it’s the basics, getting to know each other, getting to know each other's bodies and what makes each other tick… but by the fourth time? The fifth? 

The fourth time you’re a horny mess, probably a breath away from ovulating and ready to climb his tall ass like a tree, and so all the hesitation you’ve had about being too much for each other flies right out the window. 

With him pinned to your bed you ride his thigh like it’s a pillow, barely looking at him as you get yourself off, and when you’re done all he can do is beg you to do that again, but on his face. 

He whimpers when his tongue first slips inside your folds, when he feels the weight of your body sink onto him. His hands grip your ass and between sucks and moans he begs you to ride him, to fuck his face and never stop. 

With your hands on the headboard you take it just like before, eyes closed, head thrown back, your moans spilling out into the room . 

He comes untouched that time, ropes and ropes of his hot cum painting his chest and stomach, panting apologies into your thighs, and that’s when everything changes. 

Now you tell him when to come. How to come. Where to come. 

You discover that he loves to be edged and you love to be overstimulated. 

A perfect combination of opposites. 

You make him beg for things, ache for things, his cock leaking against your lips as he whines. 

“Please, please, just a taste, just a lick, please, god, please,” 

And sometimes you let him have it, but most of the time you don’t. 

He seems to like that even more. 

Mingi and his big cock have found so many other ways to get off that you almost never want to give into having him inside you, because what if your dynamic changes? The anticipation is the delicious part, the denial, the almost-almosts. 

The way he begs when he’s on his knees between your splayed thighs, his shaft rubbing against your slick folds, sliding over your clit - that’s when you almost break. 

“You f-feel so good,” He shudders, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth so that his cock slides up and down your aching center. 

“Mm,” You sigh, relaxing into the mattress, “good boy,” 

His cock twitches at that, “Thank you, thank you,” 

“Go faster, baby,” You beckon him down with a come-hither motion, “fuck me like you mean it,” 

He freezes, “I-inside?” 

“Did I say inside?” You counter. 

“No, no, of course, I’m sorry,” He stumbles past that assumption and shakes his head, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. 

You nod, a silent push to get him to move faster, and he scrambles to comply. 

He braces himself over your spread form on the bed, your hips slotting more tightly together, and then he braces his forearms on either side of you and starts to thrust. 

“Faster,” 

His hips speedup. 

Every brush of his shaft over your swollen clit makes you want to writhe and moan beneath him, but keeping control is the fun part for him, so you stay focused. 

“That’s it, baby,” You brush your fingers through his shaggy locks, “such a good boy,” 

He moans, but keeps the pace. 

“Mm,” You sigh through an almost moan, “baby, your cock feels so good inside me,” 

His hips jerk, a stammered groan on his lips. 

The tease was meant for him, a reminder of where his cock isn’t, but heat spreads through your belly at the idea of what he might feel stretching you open for real. 

“Say it,” You open your legs wider, angling your hips to get the sensation right. 

“Your pussy feels so good,” He pants. 

“Don’t stop,” You direct him again. 

“So tight,” He whines, “so wet,” 

“More, baby.” 

“S-so perfect,” He shudders, his eyes tightly closed, “thank you for l-letting me fuck you,” 

“Oh,” You murmur warmly, “that’s my good boy.” 

He chokes, his thrusts getting harder, a relentless rut of his wet cock against your dripping pussy and you bite down on your tongue at the impulse to beg him to fuck you for real. You’re dizzy, orgasm drunk, and your nails dig into his hips to hold yourself steady. 

“Please,” He pants suddenly, eyes flashing open to find yours, “please, may I come?” 

You’re too close for that, “Hold it, baby,” 

His expression tightens in tense control, “P-please,”

“I’m close,” You tell him, “hold it,”

Tears prick at his eyes and you feel the wet string of his precum on your belly, but he listens. 

A moan pulls free from your chest then, your pleasure fast approaching, and you breathe in hot fits and starts. 

“Come on my cock,” He begs, pleads, “I’m so good for you,” 

Your orgasm crashes into you sideways, the relentless stroke over your clit sending you into pleasured little shakes. 

“Please, I c-can’t, I can’t hold it,” He fists the sheets, his voice a thready wet pant. 

“Come,” You give him all the permission he needs, “come inside me, baby, fill me up,” 

He shudders, thrusting hard twice more, and with groaning moans he spills his release all across your belly, spattering you both in hot cum. 

He’s shaking, trembling, but you run your fingers through his hair and soothe him soft like always. He’s your good boy, your perfect boy, your most obedient boy. 

In the aftermath, when you both come down from your messy, full body pleasure, you find each other in the sheets. 

With kisses across his knuckles you nuzzle into him. 

“Next time, I want you for real,” 

He’s hesitant at first, but you’re ready, you’re sure. 

The next time, you play softer. You’ve learned each other so well, but this time it’s your turn to be vulnerable with your body and he doesn’t let you down for a second. 

It’s a slow process, full of sweetness and foreplay. He’s learned how to make your body sing over weeks and weeks of hookups, and he knows he can make you wet enough, relaxed enough to take him. 

The stretch is achingly delicious. 

And once he’s finally inside you for the first time, your bodies connected in every possible way, you realize he was worth the wait. 

And you fit together in more ways than one. 

As it turns out, your boyfriend’s big dick isn’t such a problem after all. 

[aerynwrites]

Cards and Flowers

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

A/N: you all voted for Simon for the Valentines Day fic so I;m here to deliver! Hope you all enjoy this soft Simon goodness. Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, simon being a big softie (probably OOC lol), angst, fluff, so much fluff.

*apologies for any spelling errors this was quickly proofread*

The note showed up a few days before Valentine's Day, slid beneath the door of your room in a simple red envelope. You were confused at first, but curious enough to pick it up the moment you saw it and carefully open the small envelope to pull out the card inside. 

Will you be my Valentine? 

Brevard’s, Friday at 6 pm. 

- Your Secret Admirer

Immediately your skepticism reared its ugly head. You’ve never been asked out for Valentine's day, never been asked out period. What if this is some sick joke?

But then, all the memories of the little things that have been happening over the past week come to the forefront of your mind. The simple bouquet of daisies in the common room with your name on them. The singular candy bar with a sweet note resting on front of your door. a simple take out meal addressed to you one night when you were up late doing reports. 

Maybe…maybe it was real. 

Maybe, finally, you had piqued someone’s interest enough for them to go for it.

And, unbidden, the faint image of an all too familiar skull balaclava popped into your mind. 

You smile, tucking the note away in your pocket before heading to the rec room.

Maybe valentines day won’t suck so much this year after all. 

——

Ghost watches as you bounce into the commons area, eyes bright and an unusual pep in your step as you approach where he, Soap and Gaz sit around a small table playing cards. Your changed mood doesn’t go unnoticed by the other men either apparently, Soap looking up from the game to glance at you. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood, lass?” He asks, drawing a card. 

You smile brightly, and Ghost doesn’t miss the way your eyes dart to him as a flush creeps up your neck. 

“Guess who has a secret admirer,” you say excitedly, pulling out the card and placing it on the table. 

Gaz is the first to grab the card, brows rising as he reads it. “Brevard’s?” He asks, impressed, “That’s a fancy place, the guy must be well smitten to go in on a place like that.”

You nod, clearly thinking the same thing. “So I take it, you’re not my admirer then?” You ask, not all that seriously. 

Gaz smiles, shaking his head, “Brevards’ above my pay grade,” he claps you on the shoulder as you move to take a seat at the table, “you deserve the best though. Glad someone finally caught on.”

“Garrick’s right, lass,” Soap chimes in, reaching over to take the card, “Whoever this is, must be heelster-gowdie for ya…” he trails off for a moment. “Any idea who it is?”

Ghost watches, always watching - observing. It’s why he catches the way you look at him again before dropping your gaze back down to the card as you shake your head. 

“No, not yet, anyways. Guess we’ll find out Friday, huh?”

It’s also why he doesn’t miss the amused over the shoulder glances a group of officers send their table, almost silent chuckles meeting his ears. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you’re up almost as fast as you got here when you check the notification. You mumble something about Price needing reports you hadn’t finished before rushing off, Gaz and Soap wolf whistling after you - earning them a loud laugh from you. 

They return to their game, but don’t get far before Soap pipes up. 

“So, finally decided to make your move L.t.?” he asks, a knowing smirk on his lips. 

Ghost shakes his head, readjusting in his seat. “Wasn’t me.”

Both his sergeants look confused at his revelation, and Ghost internally curses himself for being so apparently obvious with his feelings towards you. Obvious to everyone except you it seems. 

He sees Gaz preparing another question, a rebuttal, probably some snarky comment - so he’s up and out of his seat before he can speak, muttering something about getting more tea. 

Mug in hand he approaches the small kitchen area, now well in earshot of the group of officers from earlier - all of them still sniggering about something. 

“Ah, I don’t know, Jennings - Don’t you think it’s kind of cruel-”

The man is cut off by Jennings, as Ghost approaches turning the electric kettle back on. 

“It’s just a little joke, Davies, quit being a buzz kill-”

Ghost watches from his peripheral as Davis shifts uncomfortably. 

“I just think it’s a little much. I mean - standing her up, really? on valentines day no less-”

The pieces click into place for Ghost in an instant, and red fills his vision. Jennings set you up. Plied you with fake gifts and cards all in order to play some cruel joke on you - the final act leaving you sitting at a restaurant by yourself on valentines day. 

He grips the handle of the kettle so tight, he hears the plastic creak beneath his fingers. His initial reaction is to toss the now scalding water right at the other officers face or at the very least step in and tell him what a terrible fucking mistake it would be to mess with someone on his team. 

But he stops himself as an idea curtails his rage. It’s a terrible idea - a selfish, horrible, will probably blow up in his face, kind of idea. But it takes root before he can stop it, and almost immediately he’s stalking from the commons area - Brevard's number dialed into his phone and kettle and card game long forgotten. 

——

Friday - Valentine’s Day - came quicker than Ghost expected. And even though he had done everything he could to prepare, he couldn’t snuff out the nerves boiling his blood. He’d called the restaurant the day you got the card to make a reservation - not too shocked to hear that they didn’t have anything available. But he wasn’t taking no for an answer, and after having a rather vague conversation with Price that left the captain more confused than anything - he was able to have some strings pulled. And now, there was a reservation for two under your name at a restaurant Ghost probably would never have stepped foot in otherwise. 

He stands outside the restaurant now, dressed in his nicest civvies, a simple bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, paper crinkling in his sweat damp palms. You got here near half an hour ago, he can see you sitting at the window side table for two, nervously glancing around, checking your phone as the minutes pass by. 

He’s giving Jennings the benefit of the doubt, he tells himself, maybe he started to feel bad and would actually show up. 

But Ghost knows better. He knows Jennings is probably out wining and dining some other poor woman, completely unbothered that you sit at a table alone, the waiter’s pitying gaze getting worse and worse each time they come by to check on you. 

He finally shoves past his own insecurities, his own nerves when he sees you wipe at your eyes and start to fumble with your purse. He’s stepping through the restaurant doors, muttering to the hostess that he’s meeting someone and knows where to go. He just barely makes it to your table before you get up, tears bubbling up in your eyes as they land on him. 

He’s sure he’s a sight - a hulking man you’re so used to seeing in tactical gear and a skull mask - now dressed in dress pants and a plain black button down, sleeves rolled up, black surgical mask replacing the usual balaclava. Ghost isn’t even ashamed to admit he tried to style his hair, Soap helping him when he failed miserably the first time. 

You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide and mouth agape as you take in your Lieutenant standing before you with…flowers in his hand?

“Sorry ‘m late,” he says, pushing the flowers towards you, “took longer at the florist than expected.”

The lie is easy, just another one to add onto the calamity that is this evening. But when he sees the way your eyes fall down to the bundle - so much simpler than the extravagant roses typical of the holiday - your eyes light up, and a smile replaces the tearful frown that was present just moments ago. And Ghost knows he could give less of a fuck about little white lie. 

He slides into the empty seat at the table, the dainty wooden chair groaning under the bulk of him, while he watches you try to take stock of the situation. Only after staring at the flowers for an unusually long time do you finally turn to sit back in your chair, eyes flitting up to meet his as you set the bouquet to the side. 

“You’re...You’re the one who gave me the card?” You ask, voice soft. 

And god…if he could put that bashful look on your face everyday, he would. 

He responds with a soft hum, not quite a confirmation, but not quite a denial either. You take it as an affirmative, splaying manicured fingers out over the menu as the tension leaves your shoulders. 

“I…” you trail off, eyes falling down to the menu as you pick at the edges of it with your nails. “I was starting to think I’d been stood up. Some cruel joke or something -”

Ghost reaches out across the white table cloth, taking your hand in his as easy as breathing. 

“No joke,” he says, clearing his throat. “Not from me.”

You smile at him then, ducking your head down to hide your nervousness. 

“I was…” you bite your lip, and Ghost squeezes your hand to encourage you to continue. “I was hoping it was you, Ghost,” you finally whisper, words almost lost to the din of the restaurant. 

But Ghost hears them, and they spark a warmth in his chest he hasn’t felt in decades. A warmth that has him clutching your hand tighter in his own, thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

“Simon,” he says in return, reaching up to tug at the elastic around his ears, setting his mask aside. “No need for callsigns here, love.”

You smile again, this time the small action staying put on your lips instead of slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

“Okay, Simon,” you say, picking up the menu, “What’s good here?”

Simon can’t stop the chuckle from slipping past his lips, picking up his own menu in turn. “Hell if I know,” he grunts, “Never been to a place this fancy.”

You laugh then, and it’s in that moment that Simon realizes he never wants to let you go. 

——

You and Simon exit out into the cool evening air, a slight breeze nipping at your cheeks as you tug your coat on with Simon's help. 

Dinner went well - amazing - actually. You thought for sure you’d been taken for a fool when you were sitting in that restaurant alone, half an hour past the supposed meeting time. But then the one man you were hoping would show up, finally did. Blond hair styled just so, black button up neatly pressed, and a subtle tinge of red on his cheeks that you never expected to see from your unflappable Lieutenant. 

You were nervous at first, of course you were, but it dissipated quickly as dinner went on. The waiter came over, relief on his face at the sight of your date finally showing, and you almost laughed at how happy he looked for you. Wine was served shortly - bourbon for Simon, naturally - with dinner courses shortly after that. 

And Simon didn’t deny you a thing - he saw the way you wavered between ordering a steak and a salad, telling the waiter to bring both. Was in tune with the way you seemed to want dessert but hesitated at the prices. You both got what you wanted, you with a decadent chocolate mousse and Simon a simple piece of cheesecake drizzled with strawberry glaze. 

“That’s all?” You’d asked, slightly teasing.

Simon smiled, fork sliding into the dessert like a knife through butter. “I’m a simple man, love.”

You smiled then, heart fuzzy with warmth as you take in the man before you. 

“I highly doubt that, Simon Riley.”

You adjusted the bouquet in your hands, moving to cradle it in the crook of your elbow as Simon takes your free hand in his own - an action done so naturally you don’t even think to question it. But you do relish in it - in the warmth of his rough hand in yours, palm calloused with years of military work. You can’t help but lean into him as you both walk down the sidewalk towards the carpark, your eyes drifting to the bundle of flowers in your arms. 

You only find the courage to speak when you reach your destination, Simon stopping when you both reach your car. The words linger on your tongue, afraid to voice your suspicions and ruin the one thing you’ve longed after for the past year. 

You turn, resting back against the driver’s side door as you look up at Simon, neither of you saying anything for a long comfortable moment. You squeeze his hand, tugging him closer, smiling wryly as he obeys the silent request instantly. 

“You didn’t give me the card…did you, Simon?” You finally ask, voice soft, unable to keep the disappointment from your words. 

The silence that follows is answer enough, but Simon was never one to leave things unsaid. Not between you. 

“No. I didn’t.”

Three simple words. 

That’s all it took to make your heart sink to the floor, chest aching so fiercely it makes your eyes sting. 

“So...” You sniffle, “You just -”

Did it out of pity? did it to make me feel better about being stood up on valentines date? Couldn’t let poor little me be looked over again-

“Hey.”

A hand cups your cheek, rough palms sliding against soft skin as Simon’s fingers move to tangle gently in your hair, tilting your head up to look at him once more. 

“Don’t do that,” he says softly, brown eyes swimming in an emotion you’ve never quite seen from him before. “I…” he pauses, fingers twitching against your scalp as he struggles to find the words. 

And he must not find them - or at the very least decides they won’t convey what he really feels. Because, before you can react his free hand reaches up, tearing the medical mask from his face before he’s leaning in and claiming your lips with his own. 

You’d imagined kissing Simon more than you’d care to admit, but - as usual - he surprises you. It’s both gentle and all consuming. His lips moving against yours like he needs you to breathe. He releases your hand in order to take your face in both of his hands, pulling you towards him at the same time he leans forward to press into you, his warmth seeping in through your coat a stark contrast to the chill against your back from the car. 

You only pull away when his tongue presses against the seam of your lips, afraid that if you give in you’ll never be able to let go, and right now there’s still so many questions despite most of them being answered by that kiss. 

Simon doesn’t press, although he does chase you slightly when you pull away, instead shifting course to press a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips. 

“How did you know?” He asks, breath warm against your cheek. 

“The card,” you admit gently, looking up into his eyes, “it wasn’t your hand writing.”

You continue when he doesn’t speak. “And the flowers. I…I hate daisies. I remember telling you that on a mission once. And what my actual favorite flowers were instead,” you rustle the bouquet in your arms. “You remembered.”

Your words are like a punch to the gut, stealing the very breath from his lungs at the knowledge that you know him on a level deep enough to remember his handwriting. To know that he’s the type of person to remember something as trivial as your favorite flowers. 

“I didn’t send the card,” he confirms again, pulling away just enough so his lips are brushing yours once more. “But I’m glad that fucker did,” he practically growls, “Gave me the push to finally take what I’ve wanted.”

And then he’s kissing you again, this one just slightly hungrier than the last, both of you devouring the other, finally - finally - taking the plunge you both were too terrified to take before tonight. 

And as Simon pulls you closer to him, one hand slipping beneath your coat to get just that much closer…You can’t help but be thankful for that damned card. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Simon murmurs against your lips. 

You smile. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, Simon.”

[s0lar-ch3ri]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO @justyouraverageleafykinnie AND @dogboyratgirl TAKE THE SILLIES

tw theyre fluffy and sweet in this so yeah (also long. also will maybe post to ao3 someday idrk)

title is "together we can figure it out!" a bears in trees lyric

this fic features lint from wonderlust as well as wonderlust ocs of my friends :3 (I AM NOT CAUGHT UP WITH WONDERLUST DO NOT EXPECT TO GET FUTURE EP REFS I DONT MIND SPOILERS IM JUST SAYING)

description: It's Aluntine's day (or their world's Valentine's day), and for strange, almost 100% homosexual reasons, Lint can't do anything but find his way back to Apple.

Lint had faced many Aluntines days inside the bakery with his mom, just making cookies. Couples came in, grabbed sweet little treats for their sweet little treats (that isn't incredible wording, maybe he hangs out by Troy too much), and left. It wasn't a lonely time, not when it made business. As he looks across the tables before opening, things feel different.

"You alright Bumblebee?"

Lint half-buzzes back a response. It's not even opening time, he needs to keep it together. Come on!

"Repeat that?"

He buzzes a bit more, less responding to the question and more mumbling to himself. Nothing else is different, nothing's too special about today, well maybe minus...

He leaves the bakery, off to find his sweet little treat.

Apple is not expecting much today. Yes, this time around, Apple could have gone with Lint somewhere nice, however he knew Lint was busy today at the bakery, so maybe he would bug him after. In the meantime, Apple was working on writing something. The plan was simple: finish this, check on the orchard, maybe visit the bakery and see that bee, all that good stuff.

Just like how he changed his life, Lint had changed his plans. With a jumpscare that made Apple fall out his chair, a special bee came buzzing in. All of Apple's panic faded into something softer seeing the culprit of the noise. He sighs a bit.

"Hello, sugarfly."

"I...I feel strange." Lint stands a bit awkwardly in the doorway. Apple repositions himself so they sit up better.

"Go on."

"I thought today was gonna be a normal day, but it just...doesn't. And I didn't know where to go so..."

"Of course." Apple starts cleaning up his writing supplies. He can finish it later.

"Do you uh- how do you ask this sort of thing..."

Apple bleats curiously.

"Do you want to be my Alumni? I just...I don't know. We can uh, hang out, like always, but, special? Not really? Help me out here..."

Apple giggles. "Of course darling."

He buzzes excitedly and Apple can't help but grin at him. I mean, when it's a nice day outside, pretty and basically shining, who could help themself?

"What were you thinking of?"

Lint sinks a bit into himself. Oh cog, he didn't think of something big. Or, uh, anything. What did Mars say? Deep breaths? He takes a couple, in for 7, hold for 6, release for 5. Surely Apple wouldn't mind. He hates liars anyways.

"I uh...I don't know. I just knew I had to come to you."

"That's okay! We can figure it out together!"

Cog that goat was pretty. No, Lint, focus! You have to give them the best date he's ever seen! Just how…

“Maybe a nice restaurant?”

“They may be all reserved out babydoll…”

“Oh…Does my place sound nice?”

“Always does.”

Did it feel silly to take Apple from their house to bee’s? Yes, but to be fair, there were specific things Lint needed there to make sure this was perfect. Apple deserved nothing less.

Walking in, she hears some commotion from the kitchen, mostly just grumbling and the sounds of the assembly of a gift. Looking past his neutral green walls into the kitchen with its purple walls, he sees Troy, bright red and looking just pissed. He angrily puts a ribbon around a set of orchids colored with mint and blue orchids. Despite his pissed…everything, Troy handles the flowers with much care.

“Something wrong Champion?”

“JAX.”

 “Is he-”

“THAT STUPID PRETTY BOY BASTARD ASKED ME ON A DATE BEFORE I COULD AND I NEED TO BEAT HIM WITH MY SLED. ALSO MAYBE KISS HIM.”

“You go do that love.”

Troy stomps by him, grabbing his face gently and kisses his cheek. Lint giggles, which sounds a bit like a buzz. He buzzes a lot. That wasn’t a bad thing, he hopes. Maybe he should just set up the movie.

“We uh, we’ve gotten a lot of movies. There’s Ratatoing- that’s not a good one, there’s Cloverfield, Jax may have left around his strange ‘Ratnarok’ documentaries or something- what interests you?”

“Uhhhh, all of them?”

“Love Rattually it is.”

As Apple helps with selecting the movie, he sets up the couch with its assortment of pillows and blankets. One is plain and fuzzy, a muted green, another a felt one with sunflowers on it. Lint grabs some pretzels and popcorn in the kitchen, he also prepares 2 cups of coffee, one for himself, and one for his heaven send.

Apple is still by the couch, sitting, waiting for Lint. He holds the letter he had planned to give Lint later that day, going over each carefully plucked and nurtured word. Lint had brought lights to his days that he would have known from no other being or aspect of living, the least he can do is give him something of perfection. Lint deserves nothing less.

He adds a couple details to it and carefully folds it so as to not crease it. He hopes it’s good enough. They finish the set up as footsteps come on by them behind the couch. Lint holds his arms around Apple from above as bee places in his hands a cup of coffee.

“Got you a cup! Made with love.” Lint is buzzing with joy, putting his head on Apple’s shoulder. Apple takes this as the chance to pepper him slightly with kisses, but like any well made dish, too much seasoning- well here it just made him giggle and light-heartedly protest.

“Let me put my cup down first angel!” He smiles and snickers and Apple feels his heart flutter around and he gains another reason to love him.

Lint climbs over into the blankets and snuggles up next to Apple as they play some movies, drinking coffee. At certain parts, Apple turns his gaze back to Lint and sometimes Lint’s looking at him. As eyes meet, the boys giggle as they give each other compliments and flirts and kisses. As their binging goes on, their energy simmers down with the time, fading into simple cuddling on the couch. Cups sit on the table, basically empty, with the TV’s hum as natural to the environment as Lint’s buzzing was to him. He adored this bee beyond words.

He carefully wriggles his letter out from his pocket, using the blue light to guide his reading ability.

‘’Dearest sweetest bee I’ve known, Lint

There are many things I want to tell you. I want to tell you how you are the light of my days and how no sun nor star could outshine you. I want to tell you how your voice is a gracious melody, with each note and buzz writing a harmonious tune I wish to hold forever. I want to tell you how I could count the stars that trail the sky and name all the shades of its majesty and not once could I think of a world where it’d be a more beautiful sight then the warmth of your smile. I want to tell you how you’ve taken my world and sculpted it to a more magical and wondrous one then I could have arrived too. I want to tell you how the ideas of love and friendship were carefully taught to me by the wondrous bee you are. I want to tell you how you’re the sweetest nectar I’ve tried and I’ve never felt once a need to find another.

There are many things I want to tell you. Maybe I can settle with a few words. I love you Lint, you are a shining star, thank you, I love you, thank you.

All the love I can give,

Apple’’

He’s still unsure if all he’s wanted to say is there, if that’s what bee would understand is true. Thoughts swarm Apple’s head, like a wasp hive, aiming for his heart. Before he gets lost in his mind, Apple hears a small faint buzz from a special someone under his head. He seemed to have fallen asleep a bit ago. The small reminder grounds Apple and his heart calms down with him. He’s got someone too close to there to be so worried. He remembers Lint’s words before, what he didn’t exactly say but was always there.

I didn't know where to go so I came to you.

Apple smiles a bit, closing his eyes and falling for the background TV ambience himself. Together they will figure it out.

[dustisus]

og trilogy things that might come up in tgr

idk am rereading the og trilogy and here are some things that could be relevant in tgr maybe. just as a reminder ig. (i don't have exact quotes or page numbers for tkm bc i listened to the audiobook so they are paraphrased but for tfc and trk the quotes are word-for-word). ordered by theme, my comments at the end of each theme

Fans (of the Ravens)

"[Kevin and Riko's] unconventional childhood led many to worry about their psychological well-being but also fueled a rabid obsession with the pair." tfc p20

"Riko's freaky fans" (said by Nicky) trk p75

The whole Kathy interview + "The only look in [Riko's] eyes was murder." tfc p219

Comments: We know fans of the Ravens can be obsessive and extreme, but we also know that even before more questions were raised about conditions in the Nest, people were concerned about the psychological wellbeing of Kevin and Riko. We also know that Riko has been on TV looking murderous, long before the finals, which was the last straw. I think people might start looking into Riko when they start looking into the Nest and start realizing he was never okay/normal/whatever.

Jean

"'Fun is for children,' Jean said" trk p91

"It'd barely left his net before Jean checked [Kevin] hard enough to knock him over." trk p144

"'A dog who bites his masters hand deserves to be slaughtered. The location and audience are inconsequential.'" (said by Riko) trk p282

TKM, loosely quoted. Wymack about Jean and Kevin: There's too much between them, good and bad and ugly, for them to ever make things right.

Comments: Just a few pickings. I hope Jean changes his mind about fun, though he may not find Exy fun. We know Jean can check Kevin to the ground, hope that comes up again. I sure hope that thing about the dog biting the master's hand doesn't come up again, but with all the starved dog imagery I think it's inevitable. For the final one; yeah as I reread the og trilogy I'm losing more and more hope about Jean and Kevin reconnecting. I think they may just need to heal separately.

Jeremy

Mentioned in TKM: Jeremy has a "toothy smile".

Comments: This was mentioned no less than 3 times, so it must be important. If you only remember 1 thing from this post, it should be this.

The Trojans

TKM, loosely quoted: The Trojans had never been caught by cameras saying something rude about an opponent.

Comments: But that could change? Place your bets now on who's caught shit-talking the Ravens.

Kevin

TKM, loosely quoted: Kevin looked contented just to be standing on the Trojans' court. [...] Kevin gave Jeremy one of his rare real smiles.

"I don't have perfect control over Andrew, but Kevin owes us his life and I can get to Andrew through him." (said by Wymack) tfc p53

"Kevin needs someone who can keep up with and challenge him. Fortunately she is also a Raven alumnus, so she knows the repercussions of getting caught with Kevin. Maybe they'll have more luck after we've settled things with the Ravens this year.'" (Renee about Thea) trk p181

TKM, loosely quoted, Neil and Wymack speaking: N: You don't think Kevin will tell Thea the whole truth? W: Unlikely. He won't put her at risk like that.

TKM, loosely quoted: "I know what he's like" [...] "Riko. If you want to talk" Kevin was known for his talent, not his sensitivity. Consideration and tact were foreign to him. That he tried at all was so unexpected it felt like a balm.

Comments: Kevin's so sweet to be happy just to be on the Trojan's court. I hope he gets to be happy for a bit in California, even if the interview goes to shit. "Kevin owes us his life" uhhhh I hope Jean doesn't inherit that mindset. I think if we do get more Thea interactions, it will make more sense why she and Kevin are together, even though Kevin may not be entirely honest with her. Will be interesting to see how long they remain unofficial. Also Kevin can show sensitivity! I hope he gets to in TGR.

The Ravens

"This was a dark and heavy tune, an intimidating message of death and domination. The Ravens took their image seriously. Neil guessed they had a lot of intensive counseling in their futures." trk 142

TKM, loosely quoted, during Thea appearance: It made Neil wonder how the Ravens fared after they left the Nest's hivemind. Maybe it took years to recover. Maybe they never did. Maybe they broke and carried pieces of Evermore with them the rest of their lives.

Comments: You know it, Neil! None of this bodes well, for any of the ex-Ravens. But I think that when TSC3 is over, Kevin and Thea might be the ones carrying the broken pieces of Evermore. Jean probably too but I think he will have healed better. But idk.

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hope this massive post interested you! (tell me if there are any typos) a week til tgr. wow. kevin voice: we're all going to die. yeah feel free to add anything or come with theories in the notes.

[shmisky]

Now, that is a good question. There is a way to make Stan feel a deep hatred towards Ford or decide to let him go and stop love him, feeling only indifference towards him, without the need of magic or Bill or supernatural, tragic stuff?

I assume you don’t mean through brainwashing nor total/partial amnesia (forgetting his sweet moments with Ford) or anything of the sort either, right? That would be cheating, after all. You probably mean genuine hatred, coming from the bottom of Stan’s heart, with all his memories and his mind intact.

So no, I don’t believe so, hahah. Stan is simply too forgiving when it comes to Ford, and imo there’s nothing canon!Ford could believably do that would earn his true hatred. Pre-Weirdmaggedon Stan is very angry, true enough, and initially refused to help save Ford from Bill, but I think he was 1) running from his feelings and 2) didn’t know and refused to think about what was truly happening to Ford (that Ford was literally being tortured instead of just serving as gold décor). He also “disowns” Ford for a while—up until Ford changes his mind about Stan and apologizes and invites him to sail away together, that is.

The guy spent thirty years slaving away with the portal to save a brother whose last words to him were still pretty hostile! Ford didn’t intervene when Stan was kicked out, then after ten years without reaching out called him to the other side of the country in the middle of winter with just a postcard written PLEASE COME and then demanded Stan to help him with the first “worthwhile” thing Stan would’ve done in his life (according to him), and Stan still chose to sacrifice everything for him! Ford refuses to thank Stan, kicks him out... but Stan still accepts his broposal when Ford changes his mind! I’ve seen a lot of people say that in Stan’s place they wouldn’t have forgiven Ford, understandably so.

I actually think it’s possible for Stan to not forgive Ford if you do it well, but not to stop loving him. Like we say in my country, Stan doesn’t “play on duty” when the subject is loving Stanford Pines, and that of course affects his ability to forgive him. As I see it, he loves Ford more than he loves himself. He’s quite devoted, codependent, and—truth be told—has too low of a self-esteem. He needs Ford, so he has to forgive him.

I can see him not forgiving Ford if another beloved person is involved (such as one of the kids) or if he develops more love for himself (but that wouldn’t happen out of the blue). Not easy to happen, since we know Stan basically chose Ford over the entire world:

I think some love would likely stay even then, though, because it’s too deeply rooted. In a way he’ll always love Ford deep down.

[moonshynecybin]

as one of the foremost motogp scholars of our time do you happen to know what the beef is with maverick and fabio bc they were teammates right? but everyone says they hate each other now idk

ik this is not a marc question and i apologize for asking something i could ostensibly do research in myself but i did try and i suck at research and you have crazy good insight into the interpersonal dynamics of these guys ajajsjksksksksksksk

anyway sorry!! love your blog!!!! if you dont know or dont have time you can just ignore me!! <3

HELP okay i’ll try my best… so uh. idk if they have BEEF per se but i would imagine that some of the animosity would stem from the state of yamaha in 2021 and maverick’s uh. handling of that entire snafu. and yamaha being one of fabio quartararo’s beautiful wives (the other is tony arbolino the OTHER other is being nips out in work situations). anyways under the cut it’s lawg

SO. source HERE it does a good job laying this all out, but mav moved from suzuki to yamaha to start the 2017 season and immediately had a real substantial string of successes. he topped testing (a more novel occurrence THEN than NOW…) and won the first two races of the season, with many of the top contenders in the class having comparatively more difficult starts to the year (marc, dani, jorge, AND dovi all DNFed in argentina in the wet lmao). unfortunately, in true maverick fashion, it wouldn’t last and his results would be a lot more spotty as the season continued, with marc and dovi emerging as the true title contenders after the break and him finishing p3 overall (still ahead of valentino rossi…)

from there, our typically maverick pattern emerges, and maverick’s results kinda plummet more and more as the years pass by, with a few bright spots in tracks he likes. cracks are already showing in 2018, especially as vale ages and marc continues to be dominant while ducati improve. but like. maverick is a HUGE confidence guy!!!!and lin jarvis is in the press at austria 2018 like my rider’s qualified like total dog dookie!!! and maverick (most sensitive man on earth) is like okay. FUCK YOU… so things are already sliding nasty in 2018, but then he wins at assen in 2019 and re-signs w yamaha (even though ducati apparently wanted him. which is crazy to me but i digress.) it SHOULD BE NOTED that maverick himself was also publicly baffled by the decision from ducati to re-sign him, which EYE think says a lot abt his relationship with the team and confidence in his place there, and then they bring in all theses young hotties named fabio and franky and i imagine it’s like uh oh. i gotta PERFORM…

then 2020: shit hits the fan, marc breaks his arm, covid is going full blast, and no one knows what the fuck is going on. yamaha is very shaky through it all - fabio isn’t happy, maverick isn’t happy, everything is breaking or going wrong and there’s no pace on the bike and despite winning a GP maverick calls it the “worst season of his career!!!!” and also fabio is there with three wins looking. VERY good. writing perhaps on the wallll about the new guys and 21 yr old fabio is like. idk i can see why fabio’s friendly ass had a hard time vibing with all that. it doesn’t strike me as a natural vibe match.

and like. okay so famously the dramatic conclusion comes of COURSE in 2021 where mav got a new crew chief (he really liked his old one…) and then finished p19 in germany among serious grip woes that he claimed the team didnt have an answer for, all while fabio is charging to mount an actual title challenge, which i imagine didnt help things. like the pure comparison of it. exit rumors build (he podiums the next gp on the same setup he placed p19 in apparently, and like. doesn’t celebrate w the team at ALL in parc ferme like the vibes are OFFFF !!!), maverick is publicly critical of the team and unhappy with his situation, and then uh. he um. he gets fired AHEAD of assen 2021 and yamaha state he’ll leave after that season, a full year before his contract expires. boo tomato tomato from both parties…

MAVERICK (DIVAAAAAA comma 26 years old) responds by going full old school broadway dame and blowing up his engine on purpose during the 2021 Styrian GP in austria, sabotaging his own race. yamaha catch him handily, do NOT appreciate this, and straight up suspend him. maverick apologizes and says he messed up baby it was a joke please forgive him please. yamaha says you’re a SKANK… put in cal crutchlow good vibes angel from the heavens on that bike, who is later replaced with franco morbidelli full time. maverick signs with aprilia and rides with them for the rest of the season. maverick later lists fabio’s front row qualification performance as one of the reasons his emotions got the better of him in austria. fabio goes on to win the title. et voila. like TLDR i imagine the leftover taste in both fabio and maverick’s mouths concerning the whole ordeal is enough to put them off each other at least mildly for good.

[tokiro07]

Something I alluded to in this week's Ichi review was that while I've been invested up to this point, I haven't been as completely immersed as I had been with Undead Unluck or Cipher Academy, which both captured and held me from ch.1 all the way to the end

I decided to chase that and analyze why Ichi wasn't connecting with me the same way

Looking back at chapter 1, the thing that hooked me was the setting; a world where only women can wield magic, and do so by passing tests posed to them by monsters who embody the individual spells. Even ignoring the premise that a man manages to break the status quo, that core concept alone was enough to spark my curiosity

From there, each chapter continued to expand on that setting - giving examples of the types of monsters we'd see, teasing the process of finding and facing them, showing glimpses of the society built by the women who use magic, their tools and their fashion, but something was still missing

Every week I found myself asking "what are we doing this for?" What was the grander goal, and who was going to stand in the way?

It wasn't until the most recent arc with the introduction of the World Hater that I really got the answer to that question - one of the monsters, moreso than any other, wants to destroy everything. In turn, our protagonist, more than anything, wants to kill it - regardless of whether or not it would save lives, he just knows it would be fun. It's a fairly simple goal, but a compelling one nonetheless, allowing me to not only be invested in the setting, but now also in the plot

But something was still missing

And it was only during this chapter that I realized what it was. Desscaras, The Strongest Witch, faced with a situation that her strength won't help her overcome, chooses to be open and vulnerable, and suddenly that something wasn't missing anymore

I was finally invested in the characters

I thought Ichi was interesting enough, for sure, with how unhinged he was and the themes that his philosophy suggested for the series, but I didn't know what the intentions were for his arc. Desscaras was silly and fun to watch, but I didn't have a good read on how she would contribute to the narrative. Kumugi was the only one I particularly saw thematic potential in from the get, which is why I latched onto her pretty quickly, but it was clear she was meant to be a slow burn and wasn't going to be getting a ton of focus for the foreseeable future

In other words, everyone in the cast had an interesting hook, but no one had shown any real depth yet, at least not to the extent that I wanted

But now I can see it

The flaw in Ichi's philosophy that makes him reckless with the life that he supposedly cherishes so much, the weakness in Desscaras' heart that necessitated she become the Strongest in the first place, and the connection forged between the two of them

Granted, I also said from the beginning that I expected that sort of connection to come up between Ichi and Uroro, so it's not like I couldn't envision how this story would deepen its cast, but just imagining how it would do it and actually seeing it happen are two different things. Now that we're seeing the bonds deepening between two characters, we're likely to start seeing it happen with others more and more often, though likely still fairly slowly

Now that I have a clear picture of how the cast will grow, I can definitively get excited for it rather than just projecting a hypothetical that I hope to see

I think this is also why there are so many manga in Jump that I don't get excited about

I didn't care for Kagurabachi from the beginning because I didn't care about the setting, plot or characters. It was only during the Rakuzaichi Arc, which really started focusing on the characters, that I started feeling invested, but I still don't care about the setting and only slightly care about the plot. In the Samura Arc, though, I'm starting to care a bit more about the plot, and I can see a bit more of interest in the setting, but I'm still not there yet. If it can clinch that, I'll be all in

There are other factors that matter, of course - art style, pacing, themes, etc. all contribute to my enjoyment, but I can look past the art and pacing if everything else works, and I can only care about the themes if I like at least one of the previous factors

By analyzing my experiences like this, I'm getting a clearer picture of my tastes and how I define the quality of a work. Hopefully this framework will help me better articulate my opinions going forward and give me a better approach to appreciating what I read

[bitchface24-7]

just imagining a jayce talis x reader where he comes home with a few burn marks from the forge and the reader helps soothe themmm💗💗

BURNS - JAYCE X READER

synopsis: Jayce works in the forge often, this obviously can have some negative side effects, like the odd burn mark. Jayce doesn't care for them, they don't bother him. But you do. So you care when he doesn't, at the end of the day; it starts to make him care too.

warnings: burns (1st and 2nd degree), care for burns, Jayce being relatively indifferent to them and not taking care of them, fluff, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. I'd be a worry wart over Jayce getting a burn, honestly. So here's a little blurb about that exact scenario. I suffered a bad 2nd-degree burn when I was 6, so I'm putting my experience into this a bit. Was not a fun time 0/10 do not recommend it (also don't put steaming cups of hot water for tea at the edge of the table with a long ass tablecloth where you know a tiny child can't reach to get up onto the chair without assistance from said table. Love my grandparents, and great aunts and uncles but they hardcore fumbled with this one)

Jayce has been working in the forge for as long as he can remember.

So he's grown up around the tools, the techniques, the heat, and the eventual injuries obtained through said profession.

He's gotten used to it. The odd burn here or there. He runs a little cool water under the burn, slaps on a bandaid if he feels like it and continues on with his day.

Not you.

You worry and take very good care of him. The proper ointments, bandages, secures, changing and cleansing periods. All of it.

Jayce thought it was a bit silly at first, you worrying over such small burns, until it was a nastier burn.

He's not sure how it happened, but his upper thigh got a rather nasty burn on it. Peeling skin, blisters and boils on his inner thigh, red painful skin. He could barely walk, a pitiful limp was the best he got.

Luckily for him, he has you. Luckily for him Viktor had a question and came to the forge when he saw the accident occur and was able to contact you immediately and get Jayce the help he needed.

The hospital took care of Jayce, told you how to care for the burn, and instructed Jayce not to do any vigourous movement. No bike riding, swimming, running, hell! He even had to be extremely careful when walking.

You took to caring for him like a duck takes to water. You did everything perfectly. Kept his burn cared for, helped him walk, made sure he wasn't in any pain. And everytime you finished caring for him, you'd kiss his forehead.

Sometimes he thought he would cry. With how overwhelmed he felt, with his emotions all over the place, he was certain one of these days he'd just cry into your shoulder.

The amount of care and love he's receiving is almost inconceivable.

He's very grateful you're a worry wart, this would have been awful without you around.

Thank goodness you're his.

Poor baby 🥺 good thing were here to care for him!

[dioslesbianwife]

So.. Valentine's, huh?

IT IS ME. THE EVIL 🕷️ ANON TO SEND ANGSRT. ANGST.

Jofoes breakup or divorce on valentine's. Would they mourn us? Get over it? Kill us? Crash out? Destroy our favourite Cafe? TELL ME. WOULD THEY DROWN IN DESPAIR AND ANGER, OR LET IT OUT AND CAUSE CHAOS? I MUST KNOW THEIR FACES OF SHOCK.

Pb dio, and sanatana. Santana pls. Plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

Also hope ur doing OK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hii evil 🕷️ lol unhappy valentine's day to u too. haha ur sick for this/j also thank you, i'm exhausted from life lmao but doing fine, hope ur good too ❤️

Jofoes reactions to being broken up with ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

Phantom Blood Dio

Dio is a master of controlling his emotions, but a breakup- especially on a day meant for love- would shatter that facade, leaving him unrecognizable. He understands the concept of loss, and he definitely feels it now. And it burns him from the inside out.Initially, Dio would react with a cold, calculating rage. He might try to coerce you into coming back, resorting to manipulation and his usual charm. If you refuse, that’s when the mask of control slips. His eyes burn with fury, and for the first time in forever, you see fear- fear of being rejected, of losing control. Dio’s pride would demand you pay. He might not kill you immediately, but the anguish and betrayal he feels would turn into a violent storm. His anger will manifest in the form of chaos: destroying anything you held dear, whether it’s your favorite cafe or the places that held your memories together. He doesn’t know how to cope with losing.In his mind, you should have belonged to him forever. He would drown in despair, but also become a force of destruction, unable to process what’s happening to him. His face is twisted with disbelief and rage, as if he can’t fathom the idea that you could walk away from him.

Santana 

Santana's reaction would be far more passive, but just as devastating. He’s not a man who wears his emotions on his sleeve, and this breakup, especially on Valentine’s Day, would have him feeling completely adrift. He doesn’t know what love really is, and he never learned to navigate those feelings, so when you walk away, it’s a gut punch that he just wasn’t prepared for.He’d likely retreat into silence for the first few days, not responding to anyone’s questions or pleas for him to explain. Santana internalizes everything. Instead of going on a violent rampage, he’ll shut down, his emotions buried so deep that it would be impossible for anyone around him to help.His face would be one of utter disbelief and confusion, as if he couldn’t comprehend the finality of the situation. There’s no one he can attack, no one to blame but himself. His sorrow would take shape in the form of quiet devastation. While he might not destroy anything outwardly, you can bet your favorite spots would feel empty, and Santana would be haunted by your absence in every corner of his life.

Wamuu

Wamuu, being a proud warrior, would be crushed by the emotional weight of a breakup. For him, love is an honorable bond, and betrayal feels like a direct dishonor to everything he stands for. On Valentine’s Day, a time for affection, his pride would be severely wounded. At first, Wamuu would try to handle it with grace, maintaining his usual composed demeanor. However, seeing you walk away would hurt him deeply, and while he wouldn’t lash out in anger, he would be left silent, almost as though something inside him had been irreparably broken. His expression would be one of quiet sorrow, a warrior who’s never faced defeat, now humbled by emotional pain. He would internalize the hurt, and though he wouldn’t blame you, the weight of the rejection would make him feel like he’s failed, especially in a way he can’t control. The breakup would leave him reflecting on his worth and questioning the sincerity of love.

Esidisi

Esidisi, ever the passionate and volatile being, would not handle a breakup with grace. Especially on Valentine’s Day, he sees love as a powerful force, one he can claim and use to assert control. If you left him, it would destroy him emotionally, but instead of retreating into sorrow, Esidisi would become consumed by a violent rage. At first, he might be unable to process it, his emotions would boil over, making him irrational and frantic. His face would twist with anger as he demands answers, and there would be no amount of pleading or manipulation that would stop him from wanting to destroy you for rejecting him. But deep down, he would be scared. Scared of losing control and scared of truly being alone. When the chaos subsides, he’d sink into an obsessive need to win you back, but he wouldn't be able to. His pride wouldn't allow him to show any weakness, and yet, the agony of not having you would gnaw at him.

Kars

Kars, despite his godlike status, has a twisted, desperate need for control—and a breakup would crack that control. He may not need you in the conventional sense, but the fact that you chose to leave him—especially on such a meaningful day—would absolutely ruin him.Unlike DIO, Kars wouldn’t explode in rage, but he would begin a careful game of manipulation to bring you back. He would take each word you said and dissect it, find the source of your rejection, and try to outsmart it. His reaction would be a cool, calm attempt to reclaim you, yet it would become increasingly apparent that the more he tried, the more he was losing you for good.His face, though calm on the outside, would show hints of confusion. The God who has everything now feels like he’s losing control over the one thing he truly wanted. When you continue to reject him, he might fall into an obsessive spiral, haunted by the fact that he couldn’t even dominate love.

Kira Yoshikage

Kira is a man obsessed with his own quiet, peaceful life—and a breakup on Valentine’s Day would send him spiraling into emotional chaos. While on the outside, he might seem detached, on the inside, Kira would be destroyed by the thought of you leaving him.He would become an absolute mess. Kira’s initial reaction would be disbelief, followed by a sense of complete helplessness. He’s someone who plans everything down to the smallest detail, and losing you—his most precious thing—wasn’t part of the plan.His face would show disappointment and defeat as he tries to process everything. He might try to mask his feelings by resorting to violence or hiding his true emotions, but ultimately, Kira would revert into himself, becoming more cold and distant. He wouldn’t lash out at you, but the guilt and sadness of the situation would haunt him endlessly.

Diavolo

Diavolo would not accept this, and no one would be able to calm him. He’s a man driven by a desperate need to control everything, and the thought of you walking away would trigger his worst fears. The betrayal would be infuriating for Diavolo, he would feel as if you had betrayed him personally. There would be no love left, only a burning need to punish you, to erase the rejection from existence. But no matter how much he tries to hurt you, the truth remains: you’ve left him. Expect a moment where Diavolo loses all restraint. His rage would be overwhelming, and he may even break everything in his path- he would definitely try to destroy whatever remnants of your love remain. His face would twist in disbelief, shock, and betrayal. But the real devastation is how empty he feels after the chaos. He doesn’t know how to exist in a world where you’re no longer his.

Doppio

Doppio, poor Doppio, would struggle the most with actual emotional processing. He’s already insecure, and the thought of you leaving would make him feel insignificant, small. For him, a breakup on Valentine’s Day would be the final straw, pushing him into a tailspin of self doubt and panic. At first, he wouldn’t even know how to react. What did he do wrong? Was he not enough? His face would be an agonizing mix of confusion and heartbreak, eyes wide with panic. He would try to plead with you, beg for an explanation, to tell him it’s a mistake. But the longer you resist, the more hysterical he becomes.His love for you is deeply rooted, and this break up feels like his heart is being ripped from his chest. His initial shock would fade into a quiet, agonizing sadness. He’s devastated in a way that’s almost too painful to watch, like a lost child who can’t quite comprehend that he isn’t wanted. His reaction would be utter sorrow and a struggle to figure out how to carry on when the love of his life has slipped through his fingers.

Pucci

Pucci is deeply devoted to his higher cause, but he’s still human underneath it all. The realization that you’re leaving him would devastate him. In his mind, he’s always been a servant of God, but his bond with you has become just as important. On Valentine’s Day, of all days, this betrayal would feel like a sign of personal failure. His initial reaction would be one of confusion– why? His stance would be rigid, as if holding onto some unshakable ideal, but there would be a certain tension in his demeanor, a momentary lapse in his composure that would show how hurt he is. The disappointment would be visible in his eyes.Pucci would become desperate in his efforts to understand your decision. He might question his faith, his path, or his ability to lead. This internal struggle would torment him, but instead of lashing out, he would try to reconcile his beliefs with the pain of losing you.

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine would feel the rejection deeply, but he would refuse to show it outwardly. As the President of the United States, he’s used to being in control and revered, but with you, he allowed himself to feel something real- and now you’ve taken that away. Funny’s reaction would be one of stoic rage at first, but his calm demeanor would crack. You’ve left him on Valentine’s Day, and it hits his ego in a way nothing else has before. He would feel embarrassed and betrayed, his desire to maintain appearances intensified. It would be impossible for him to just move on.His face would shift from cold calculation to burning frustration, the anger hidden behind his calm voice. Funny’s pride wouldn’t let him come to terms with losing you, and he would likely spend days plotting ways to manipulate you back into his life by any means necessary.

Diego Brando

Diego would not take the breakup lightly. His whole existence revolves around his own perception of greatness, and losing you would feel like a personal defeat, the rejection stinging his pride more than anything else.At first, Diego would act indifferent, pretending it doesn’t bother him. But beneath the surface, his ego is shattered. You were his, and now that you’re gone, everything feels wrong. He would struggle with self-loathing, unable to accept the fact that someone could simply leave him.The pain would manifest in a form of guilt and self-doubt, making him question everything about himself and his worth. His face would show visible cracks in his facade, shame mixed with anger. Diego would either try to win you back, unwilling to accept the loss, or he’d fall into an even deeper, more obsessive state, fixating on the idea that he has to get you back no matter the cost.

Tooru

Tooru would initially try to maintain his calm, stoic exterior. He’s used to winning, to getting what he wants. But a break up on Valentine’s Day would cut through that cool façade like a blade. At first, he’d think it was a joke, a test of some kind. You couldn’t possibly leave him, could you? But when it sinks in, when you’re serious, when he realizes that no amount of manipulation or charm can change your mind, his whole demeanor shifts. His face would shift from cocky self-assurance to genuine hurt. Tooru’s ego would be damaged, but he’d also feel a deep loss, the kind that unsettles him completely. He wouldn’t cry, but you’d see the slow unraveling in his eyes. He would lash out, first with sharp words, then with actions, destroying your favorite places, maybe even your belongings, trying to reclaim the power he feels slipping away from him.Yet, even as he does so, Tooru knows in the back of his mind that no amount of rage can bring you back.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🔀 Max please! Very excited to see where this is going.

Also some small bits: 🗻🗻🗻🗻🗻🗻🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (wait is this the right one?? I always forget 😭)

Awesome! Thank you so much!!!

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Buck is in the middle of scooping flour from a bin into a reusable container when he gets the strangest sensation that he’s being watched. He doesn’t know how to explain it. Just a weird tingling down his spine and the feeling he’s being perceived. He looks around the aisles, but doesn’t see anything. There's an older lady scooping ungodly amounts of brown sugar, but that’s about it. 

Buck ignores the sensation, and moves on. 

He pays, compliments the cashier on what appears to be a very nice tattoo, and then heads out to the parking lot. It is in the parking lot that things get weirder. Like, way weirder. 

“HEY!” A man, maybe Bobby’s age or a little older, comes marching across the parking lot, arms crossed, shouting. “HEY, YOU!”

Buck pauses, confused. “Uh, me?”

“YEAH, YOU!” 

“Can I help you?” Buck asks, thoroughly confused.

“Can you… Are you kidding?” The man asks. “You can’t just run out into traffic like that! You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have caused an accident!”

“What?” Buck asks. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you’re pretending it wasn’t you?” The guy laughs bitterly. “You take off your jacket and hat, and what? I’m not supposed to recognize you?”

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” Buck says. 

But apprehension is building in his chest. 

“You know what? Fuck you,” the guy says. “You’re gonna hurt someone one day, asshole.”

The man storms away, leaving Buck utterly baffled. 

“What the fuck?” Buck whispers.

He continues towards the Jeep, but the whole thing leaves him feeling unnerved. He knows there’s someone out there that looks like him. Sort of. Could this guy be in California? While on the run? Did he make it here? Did he follow Buck to a bulk foods store and run into traffic? Why would he do that? What is going on? 

Buck sits in the Jeep for several minutes, unsure of how to proceed. He watches. In his mirrors. Out the window. He waits for anything to happen. Anything that might indicate there’s someone watching him. Stalking him. He doesn’t see anything. Not even a shadow out of place.

“Fuck,” he mumbles again. 

He calls Bobby. 

“Hey, Buck,” Bobby answers. “Everything okay?” 

“Uh, I’m-I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?” 

“Someone just accused me of doing something I didn’t do, but they said they just saw me do it. A-and, in the store, I felt like someone was watching me…”

“Okay, go home. Athena and I will come over. We’ll call Ingram together.” 

“I mean, I-I don’t know for sure that it was him. I could… I could just be paranoid.”

“Maybe,” Bobby agrees. “But we don’t know for sure. Better safe than sorry until we know this guy isn’t dangerous, right?” 

Buck feels slightly embarrassed. He’s a firefighter. He’s big. Strong. Not the sort of person who would usually be afraid of someone coming after them. But right now, he is. He doesn’t know what to expect, and that scares him.

“Okay,” Buck exhales. “Okay, that’s a good idea.”

“We’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Alright.”

“Be safe.” 

“Thanks, Bobby.” 

🟢

He goes right home. He doesn’t stop for groceries. He watches his back carefully as he carries his bags from his parking spot to the elevator. 

Bobby and Athena arrive many ten minutes later. They bring coffee and pastries. Really, he’s been given so much pity coffee by them lately. He should buy them a gift card or something as a thank you. Sorry my personal disaster is taking up so much of your time, thanks for all the coffees. 

Athena asks him questions. He answers to the best of his ability, but really, he doesn’t have much to tell. Nothing actually happened. The guy who approached him might have been crazy. Or, he could have been a perfectly reasonable man who nearly drove into Buck’s mystery DNA buddy. There’s no way to know.

“Okay,” Athena says after Buck is done explaining what happened. “I think Bobby is right. I think we should call Detective Ingram.”

Buck nods. “Alright. I’ll do whatever you guys want. I just… I hate this.”

“I don’t like it either,” Bobby says. “But you’ve got us, okay?”

Buck nods. 

He feels guilt. They have enough going on without this. 

“Can I buy you guys lunch?” He offers. “There’s a great little German place down the road that delivers, does amazing schnitzel on a bun.”

“Sure,” Bobby smiles. “That would be great.”

Buck orders while Athena places the call. Buck watches her intently once the order goes through. It’s hard to read her sometimes. She’s good at playing it cool, even when she’s stressed. So Buck, as a result, doesn’t know how stressed to be. 

“Hello, Detective Ingram?” Athena says when the call connects. “This is Sergeant Grant.”

Athena’s face remains still, neutral.

“Yes. We think we may have come across your person of interest near a bulk foods store on Washington Boulevard.”

Her eyes narrow. Just a little.

“Well, of course, Detective. But you told Buck to call you if this happened. What is he supposed to do now?”

Buck’s stomach twists with anxiety. What does that mean? Ingram isn’t going to help? He pulled Buck into this mess! Buck’s life was fine before he decided to talk to them! 

“New Hampshire?” Athena says. 

Bobby and Buck exchange a confused look. New Hampshire? What the hell does that mean? 

“Well, alright, Detective,” Athena says, mouth twisting into a frown. “We’ll take that under advisement and keep you in the loop… Thank you… Goodbye.”

“What was that all about?” Bobby asks.

“He’s not sending me to New Hampshire, is he?” Buck asks. “I don’t like winters. It’s better in California.”

“No, you’re staying here,” Athena says. “Ingram is in New Hampshire. Working on another case.”

“What?” Bobby asks. “I thought he just transferred here.”

“So did I,” Athena says.

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Everyone is staring at him, concerned looks on their faces.

“Everything okay, Eddie?” Athena asks, eyes narrowed.

Eddie nods. A lie.

“That’s the birth mother?” Karen asks gently. 

“Yep,” Eddie says, and reaches to take Artie out of the highchair. “He doesn’t need to be around for this.”

Eddie awkwardly pulls Artie - face and hands still covered in blue icing - away from the table and starts walking towards his bedroom. He hears someone call after him, but his head is spinning too much to really process it. He steps into Artie’s room, shuts the door tightly behind him, and holds onto the baby, trying to keep his body from shaking. 

Artie is not happy to be torn away from his party. He writhes in Eddie’s arms. 

“I know, I know,” Eddie says. “I’m sorry I took you from the party.”

“No!” Artie complains. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Eddie says again. 

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“That’s, uh… That’s sort of how I explained it,” Buck admits. 

“She’s not going to grow up thinking you’re anything different than Shannon and I, right?” Eddie says. 

“I guess… I guess that’s true,” Buck mumbles.

“So, as long as she doesn’t start calling me Eddie, we’re cool,” Eddie says.

“Okay,” Buck says. “Thank you.”

“But your parents,” Eddie changes topic. “Sounds like they still suck?”

“Ugh,” Buck groans. “They couldn’t even pretend they liked me for one evening. Not that they ever could.”

“Well, let’s talk about it.”

Buck sighs. “Yeah, okay. That’s probably what I need.”

[a-minke-whales-tale]

I received two related questions so I figured I would answer them together. I didn't know a good way to do this so I am going to just screenshot the questions and paste them here so I can answer them.

The question of finding a place that will take us a a pretty persistent question and worry that comes up when we talk about our hopes for the future. And at this point, I simply do not know where exactly we will go exactly.

We will need people to take care of us. Our care will mirror other cetaceans in a number of ways. We will have to live in a tank and we will require clean water to minimise respiratory infection and probably also on the skin of our nose the mouth. We can eat a mostly cetacean diet, though most of our fish will have to be deboned (though there are some fish that have bones we can eat which we will need for calcium) and they will have to be particular fish to give us enough fat. We will also need to be supplemented with gelatine like other cetaceans are for water content, though for us the gelatine will also need to contain some amount of fruit and vegetable to fill our remaining micronutrient needs as well as some fibre. We will require some sort of cleaning on the outside whether that takes the form of scrubbing or rubdowns other cetaceans are given. We will also need to be periodically taken out of the water and out of the suits for them to be maintained as well as our human bodies under them in particular our skin, and unless I can come up with an alternative solution, expel solid waste. It is for the most part, except removing us from the water, not terribly different from most other cetaceans.

In exchange though the humans would get a number of pretty unique things from us. Ike and I are at least pretty unique animals, though even there are not terribly many Common Dolphin in captivity. There have been before three other Minke in captivity, all at Mito. Ike is an Orca which are particularly prized. For Ike and myself we are also going to be permanently calf size which hopefully the humans find cute, but more significantly means we can live in a much smaller tank. To a grown orca or even a dolphin a pool like those at Kobe which are around 25 meters long are very small, but for us, I think a tank that size would be very comfortable. Being small we also require a lot less food; a full grown minke would require about 300kg of food a day, by comparison even swimming all day, we will need 1-2kg of food per day, less even than many dolphin. We are also willing to be on display and perform for humans. The latter might be benefited particularly by our situation since we will probably still be treated in a legal sense as humans. A number of countries have or are banning either cetacean captivity, cetacean shows, or cetacean shows for entertainment.

I think all these factors means that some human somewhere will find us profitable and worth keeping. The path exactly how we get from making the suit to living in a tank is still unclear, but I think this is also something that we cannot fully know how exactly the path will turn out until we get closer. I do hope we go to an aquarium or a marine park eventually. I personally often like to dream to live in Mito, like the other Minke before me. Ike likes to send me pictures of and talk about Kobe - their tanks do look very nice. At first, the humans might present us as performers or much like the various mermaid performances. That might even be a place to go and live for a while in any number of places that might have something like that, either a small facility in itself, or a resort, or a show, or theme/amusement park. I think all of those would be less nice than living in a marine park or aquarium but still I would be happy to be in a place like that. There are around 200 aquariums and well over 100 dolphinariums world wide, and there are plenty of other places that could probably accommodate us. I do not know where we will go, or if we will be able to be together. I hope we will be able to be together and at least go some place relatively nice. Still many days places like Niagara, Antibes, or even MSQ seem preferable to our current circumstance.

As for if anyone has ever done this before, no, not to my knowledge. Not with whales and not really with other animals. There is the story of one man who lived life as a goat for a couple months. Most of the people that have done animal transitions generally alter the physical body rather than prosthetics and continue to live in the human world like the lizard man or the cat man. Some people have made particularly realistic costumes like that rough collie in Japan a year or so ago. As for prosthetics for swimming Winter is the main example, though her body was less altered than ours and the prosthetics just had to cover her tail. Even if what we want to do has not been done before, that does not mean it cannot be done. I am a fairly clever engineer - it would not be the first time I create something not done before. Everything in our world that exists, at one point had yet not been done. I believe we will swim free someday, and we will swim forever.

[noightserum89]

with ease

You just got out of six months of relationship and shitty sex, so you're in the mood for something raw tonight--with that special person you always come back to. Inspired by this song Disclaimer : A PWP (Porn without Plot), MDNI Pls Character is owned by infold. CW// Mention of childbirth, death Might be OOC, If you don’t like it, skip it Please be mindful of what you read in the internet Tags : fingerfucking, public raw sex

The night is kinda young but still hums with possibilities. It’s only 8 pm, and you’ve left your apartment earlier than usual — no pregame, no distractions — just the raw hunger coursing through you. Sylus had called this morning, his voice smooth over the phone.

“Welcome back. I booked a sofa in your favorite club. Come by and have fun. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while, Sweetie.”

You smile at the memory, hearing his voice has done something to your brain.

Of course, he hadn’t seen you, you have been in a relationship these past six months, the kind that looks good on paper, the kind that your mother approves of. She had called your ex-boyfriend “perfect” — a man with a good background and high social standing — a man who could be paraded through your family’s circle without questions.

But to you? He was just good enough to waste time with. He’s a fucking wimp, he’s clueless with his dick, he’s also too vanilla for you. You had finally pulled the trigger yesterday, you told him bluntly that you find him icky, and you need someone who knows what they’re doing — someone who can take control without being told how.

Life is complicated already, you don’t need the hassle of telling someone what to do when he’s fucking you. Just make it right, and be done with it. Your ex? He was just too…soft.

The second your ex left your apartment, you texted the one person who you needed to see ASAP.

Just landed, dinner?

It’s like a code between you two, one that neither of you bother to explain anymore. You remember he teased you about it one time, “You can just say, ‘landed’, so I don’t feel too hurt when you come looking for a rebound in my arms. It will feel like you have just come back from a long trip, Sweetie.”

“Oh please, you don’t do feelings, Sylus. That heart of yours is incapable of feeling hurt.” You replied, half laughing.

He smiled at you and kissed you, “With you, I feel all sorts of feelings, Sweetie.”

Lies.

The man is a maniac, he has no time to think about feelings, he’s too busy running his criminal empire, too ruthless to let love complicate things, and you know that.

Remember the Godfather? Love has no place at all in that world.

Hence why he can’t be your endgame. Your mother would die from a heart attack if she finds out that her only daughter is messing around with a mafia don.

You’re wearing what can only be described as undergarments — a mere satin slip dress that clings to your skin like a second skin, barely qualifies as a piece of clothing, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist, but that’s the fucking point. The red hue is a deliberate choice you made last minute, a nod to Sylus’s favorite color, and you chose it with a singular mission in mind: to get fucked by him until you can barely walk.

Mind you, it’s been half a year without Sylus in your life.

As you drive through the city, memories of Sylus come crashing back — of him taking you anywhere, everywhere, with a feral ferocity that leaves you breathless with everything you think about it. The city lights blur you, the atmosphere is electric, matching the anticipation that already building between your thighs. Your favorite classical piece is playing from your car audio, a stark contrast to the thoughts racing through your head.

There’s nothing classic about what you’re thinking right now.

You know exactly how you want it, you’ll ask him to fuck you right there in the club, hidden in plain sight. Slow and subtle, you have to suppress your moan, or he has to cover your mouth, you know you prefer the latter. You can already feel your pulse between your thighs, your tits hardening, the cool temperature only gets you hornier and hornier, and it’s oh-so-delicious.

You are finally ending a draught, saying goodbye to six months of bad sex.

The high-rise building where the club is situated comes into view, you drive your way into the valet section, stealing a glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, making sure your flawless smoke eyes and long lashes are ready.

Ready as the testament, as a trophy, of what a night with Sylus would be like. You know he loves seeing you messy, and tonight, you’re so ready to let him ruin you. “I love you out of control, messy just for me.” He had said after a successful yet teary deep throat that made your mascara crumbled.

The elevator ride feels endless, ascending to the top floor takes you a while, yet your body is already yearning for Sylus. When the floor indicator ding and opens, your pulse is ringing in your ears, making you almost roll your eyes. Two ushers meet you the moment you step out. “Let us take you to Mr Sylus.” One of them says, and you reply, “Yes, please.”

The club is pretty packed, old-school hip-hop and RnB are blasting through the speakers, some hard-hitting beats and sensual hum lulling your body to move, and you can’t help but agree, your shoulders, neck, and head, move according to the beat, subtle, not too eager. When you look at the dance floor, people are dancing, body rolls, and intimate movements, they’re getting their high by moving flawlessly and expressing themselves.

You finally reach the final step of stairs where Sylus has reserved a balcony for the two of you. He’s sitting elegantly, or rather dangerously, on a red velvety sofa, that gives you a slight boudoir vibe. Donning an all-black ensemble, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigar in the other, he looks like a painting,

“Sylus.” You call his name, and he turns his attention to you.

Sylus is wearing his glasses — your favorite glasses — a frameless glass that barely visible to the normal eyes. To you, he’s like wearing a lingerie covered with an expensive suit. He turns his attention to you, his eyes sharp, his red vivid, something tug within you when he let out a slow smile.

“Sweetie.” Sylus calls out. He gets up from the sofa, and put off both his vices when he finally opens his arms, you are already back to where you belong, safe and nestled in his space.

Your fingers find their own way to latch onto his neck, locking him in your embrace. His hands already back to where they belong, sprawled on the sides of your waist, “You’ve been gone for a while, Sweetie.” He whispers while closing the distance between you and his front.

“Oh..” A little moan, you forget how satisfying it is to you to be manhandled by him. “Sylus…” You look at him and you feel like the world is tipping on its axis. “My dear, Sylus.”

‘He’s everything that I’ve ever wanted…’ You think to yourself. ‘Why did I obey my mother when I can have this man, every fucking day, whenever, wherever?’ You continue to ponder while your thumbs move through his sharp facial feature, feeling the texture of his skin, bridge of his nose, and the curve of his lips.

You know the answer and you have accepted the fact that you and him can never be together long ago, and you will never forgive the world for this. It’s cruel, yet you can’t do anything. He’s a mafia don for god’s sake, you don’t mix yourself in their problem or you will be the one getting gunned down.

“I have missed you so much, my sweet Angel.” He’s towering over you, his face inches away from you, his hot breath is all over you, the musky scent of cigar and whiskey is not your favorite but you can’t help but feel turned on.

Sylus pepper kisses all over your face, from your cheeks, to your chin, your nose, your forehead, the smallest of kisses, yet it makes you hot and bothered.

“Sylus…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t wait any longer, please.”

“I can’t say no when you beg like that, Sweetie, I’m not a monster…”

“Pleaase, Sylus…I need your cock in me…”

“Good, good girl…”

Sylus pushes you up against the concrete balcony that covers half of your body. You can feel the vibration of the bass from the music downstairs through your stomach, you have a bird’s eye view on the partygoers downstairs, and you think, ‘Nobody knows that I’m going to get railed so good.’ The idea of doing it in open space, with the most dangerous man in the city has successfully create a wet reaction down your string.

His hands move on your body seamlessly, gliding through smoothly, taking both of your hands to the back, arching your back in the process, while he pushes his front to your back, letting you know that he’s already hard and demands to be satisfied.

“Such a bad girl,” Sylus whispers against your ear from behind, “Wearing this poor excuse of a dress…” his hands now reaching the hem of your dress, hiking it up until one of your thigh is exposed to the cool night’s air, “Coming here and wanting to get fucked in front of everyone..”

His finger is now playing with your string, caressing your ass so sensually that you can’t help but moan. “Sh….Syl…Sylus.” Your words are broken at his touch, “Please…” Your heart is pounding, skin tingling, calloused fingers touching you roughly, marking your delicate skin as his.

Without warning, Sylus pull your string to the sides, yanks your dress, bunching it around your waist, and pushes his hand between your thighs, feeling your wetness, how ready you are for him. His fingers slip through your wetness, making intimate contact with your folds.

“Ah…Sylus…” That’s all you manage to let out, needy whimper and uncontrollable moan.

“Tell me..” He growls, “How much do you want me?”

You don’t have to think, “So much…please…more than anything.” You are desperate to be filled by him. “I…I can’t wait anymore, Sylus…”

“Such a good girl…” Sylus pulls back and unbuckle himself, letting his cock free. “Feel this. Feel my desperation for you, Sweetie.” He rubs his hard-as-rock cock on your pussy, making repeated motions up and down, from your clit to your entrance. “I haven’t even fuck you yet and it already feels so…fucking…good…” Sylus whispers in your ear, his other hand cupping your hard peaks behind the balcony, overstimulating you.

“Sshhhh….Sylus…oh…”

“So so good…”

“Mhhyeahh…”

“Please I need you…put it in..”

You can’t think, no coherent thoughts forming in your head other than Sylus filling you in with his big cock and cum.

“I’ll ruin you, Sweetie.” His guttural moan when he enters you with ease, “Oh…” taking you apart, making your pussy pulsates even more. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, you wiggle your hips a little, accepting the thick cock you have missed so much, his hands steadying you, letting you know that you’re not going anywhere.

Sylus starts to push again, a broken moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, your body stretched tight around him, and when you starts to move, his groan is getting wilder.

“Fuck…” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “You’re so tight… it’s like you were made for me.”

You whimper, trying to move, needing more of him, but he holds you steady, controlling the pace. He begins to thrust into you, slow at first, but with each stroke, he drives deeper, with more pressure applied, hitting just the right spot, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life.

The sounds of the club fade into the background as the world narrows to just the two of you — the heat, the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the way he takes you like no one else ever has.

Your moans grow louder, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. His hand slides down to your thigh, trying to coax your orgasm faster by playing with your clitoris,

“Sylus…” you cry out, barely able to form coherent words. “I’m going to — “

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread as he pounds into you harder, faster. “I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you clench around him, your nails digging into his arms that hold you. Eyes rolled so hard you can even see stars, and when you're able to open your eyes again, you can feel your tears coming down your face, your orgasm so good that it makes you cry.

He groans, his hips slamming into yours, deliciously slow, as he chases his own release, pushing you both to the edge. With one final thrust, he stills, buried deep inside you, his body tensing as he comes, filling you with his cum. You collapse against the balcony, and he is against you, you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, the world stands still, just the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant noises of the club beneath you.

Then, slowly, he pulls out, setting you back on your feet, though your legs are shaky from the intensity of what just happened. Sylus smiles down at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

You smile weakly, still catching your breath, your body tingling in the afterglow.

“Messy just for you,” you whisper, echoing his earlier words.

Sylus chuckles, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. “I wanna see you crying on my cock, Sweetie”

“Take me home then, Sylus.”