#and just has not matured past that stage

[loversandantiheroes]

Sometimes I literally space out and lose like half an hour of my life thinking about how much I hate fn@f. I really try not to let myself linger on anything that bugs me that hard because it's such a waste of energy, but it's just so goddamn inescapable as a part of internet culture that makes it really really hard to not just sit here and enter a fugue state where I can do nothing but think about how bromine didn't actually bother writing a cohesive story for his games and just threw out a mishmash of ideas, called it "lore" and let the internet do his work for him.

[mivolasvivi]

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[bkgsangel]

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✧ hellooo!! the unexpected support on my first lil drabble made me want to write another one!<3 This one’s just a little longer though

✧ fluffy fluff, suki loooves youu, gn reader

During the early stages of yours and Katsuki’s relationship, when it came to being publicly affectionate, furthest he would go would be hand holding.

You didn’t mind however. His hands were always comfortingly warm, and despite his explosive, even deadly quirk, would always hold yours firmly, yet ever so gently. Such a simple gesture, though it always brought a feeling of safety.

Besides, Katsuki didn’t seem like the type to go past handholding beyond closed doors to begin with. You knew what you were getting into, and you were completely content with just that. You simply took it as a silently set boundary of his, and you didn’t want to force your boyfriend out of his comfort zone.

Which, you realised overtime, even if you wanted to, you didn’t have to.

It was like he was exploring his own boundaries, pushing his own buttons. The more steps he took out of border, the further his hands wandered.

They went from your own, snaking their way to your shoulders, waist, anywhere on your back. The fleeting touches eventually leading to sweet, careless hugs and kisses. Becoming second nature to him.

Walking down a street? You’re not walking unless you’ve got a hand around his bicep, your head on his shoulder.

In a crowd? His arm is not leaving your waist.

Waiting in line? Your impatient grump of a boyfriend is hugging you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder as he grumbles complaints into it.

You think about it every once in a while. How he went from having the tips of his ears burning at your hand nestling in his, to having his arms shamelessly around you at all times. You don’t know what is it that gave him the push, just happy it’s you he feels comfortable with to such extent.

All the while, Katsuki wishes he could put it into words for you.

Falling for you, then falling in love with you has taught him a lot. The kind of love you showed him has helped him realise things, look at them from a different perspective. It made him yearn for and want everything he never thought he would. Being publicly affectionate a small, nonetheless great example of that.

Katsuki used to think there was no need for not just you and him, but anyone to be all lovey-dovey in public. He used to think it was completely unnecessary, obnoxious even. That is, until the small sense of longing surfaced from the depths of his heart.

Katsuki thinks it grew stronger the deeper he fell. It wasn’t long before he’d decided to act on it, languidly at least.

It was weird, kind of a newfound feeling for him. He quickly pinpointed it to, pretty much, wanting to show your guys’ love off. He wants to show off how good he is to you and how happy you are with him. To the whole world, preferably, because he loves you that much and more.

In Katsuki’s head, he notably matured for this. Something he did next to, and thanks to you. But he guesses that’s just part of being in love.

[despairots]

PIECE OF LOVE! — till ivan | alien stage.

till said he liked you, but he always looked at mizi whenever she walks past. maybe if he looked back, he would notice you. waiting, staring, wanting it to be your turn before you finally looked the other way.

content warning | character deaths, swearing, unrequited love, brief cannibalistic metaphors, love triangles, male reader but not mentioned (they/them prns).

till never looked at you, if he did (which is rare), it would be because of you talking to him just to get his attention. despite him saying he liked you when you both were young, he never gave you anymore attention once mizi arrived. till never talked to her, always expecting her to look back at him without asking her for it.

maybe that’s what you felt when someone you love is looking everywhere but you. you were always there for him, he knew too, always comforting him in his darkest times, praising him when he did a good job at his practice, making him gifts so he can be happy, but not once did he return it.

does he appreciate it? yes. returns your love? no.

till doesn’t know it but maybe if he looked back, he would see who was waiting for him all this time. it was only a matter of time before they turned away from him too when he finally looks back, and you were just waiting for you to eventually give up on him.

praying, wanting, needing for it to happen. if only things could be that easy, you would’ve been a lot more free. instead, you’re bounded to be hopeless forever, no matter how many times your alien owners tried to cheer you up. gifts, clothes, toys, stuff you needed to live until this day, it would never work.

it was until recently, at the rip age of 17, that you finally grew up and matured. turning around and living the life of a young star, your owners busting their asses for you to live a life of a celebrity. it felt good to finally be free, maybe you missed being chained down to till, after all, you still cared for him.

you wanted him to be apart of you, you still wanted him carnally, sinking your teeth into him, almost like you could smell his flesh from miles away. all that you concluded that you wanted to let go so bad, was that you still loved him.

till never looked at you.

“ [name]? “

ivan’s touch on your cheek woke you up, realizing you slept on a couch, uncomfortably so from the neck in your pain when you sat up. his black pupils that had a hint of red stared right back into yours as he kneeled infront of you while cradling your hands.

“ivan..?” you trailed off before realizing he won his match, making you softly smile, “congratulations.” ivan nodded back in acknowledgment before he stood up, pulling you up with him to bring you into a hug, putting your arms around him as you buried yourself in his neck. you were lucky ivan was here with you, loving you like till could never bring up the courage to do.

now, as you raise up your platform, dressed in white with the boy you once called yours beside you, a look of concern glistening in his eyes, wondering why you weren’t looking at him like you used too. all you were doing is staring at the ground, like you lost the will to win.

till never looked at you.

watching ivan die, just to save till with no regrets while giving him a goodbye kiss as he fell to ground made you realize something, ivan looked at both till and you, just to die for both of you. when he died, you died alongside him, now till has to go up against you.

till watched you walk up the stage, wanting to get this round over and down before he followed you like a lost dog. he never heard you sing before, he never listened to your rounds or music, he was too busy with his but once he heard you live, you sounded ethereal, pulling him into your downfall.

he didn’t notice that he was being your back up vocals before you grabbed his hand, mic just inches away from your lips, did he start his singing part. till noticed how dead your eyes looked, how cold your skin felt, and how you harshly let his hand drop yours grasp.

his eyes kept following your figure, noticing how smooth and soft your movements were, aswell as how soft your voice was being when you looked at him whenever he looked away from you. despite everything, you could never hate him.

you, who didn’t wish him harm.

you, who wished he looked back at you.

and you, who didn’t want to win.

because of that, you grabbed his wrist to pull him into a short kiss, pulling away until he pulled you back in, shocking you more than anything. a part of you wanted you to believe that he was only doing it because he missed mizi, that you were just filling in the role of her until he pulled away.

a sad smile on his face as his lips moved, saying words that you weren’t able to hear, there was a ringing in your ears, the scoreboard showing that you won. till managed to catch the look of disbelief when your eyes went back to him, he was glad that the glint in your eyes were back, just not the way he didn’t want it to come back.

the tight feeling on his neck disappeared, reaching up to grasp at it did he realize you placed it on yours. no, no! he’s already lost mizi, ivan, and now, you? it’s like the world didn’t want him to be happy with the amount of blood splattered on his hands.

your smile, and ivan’s smile will now haunt his dreams, watching your body collapse onto the ground next to him with your blood on his cheeks did he yell out of despair, cradling your body close to him as the crowd watched in disbelief.

till never looked at you.

he always did, whenever you weren’t looking in that case.

“i’m sorry for not loving you enough.”

[tinytarotandtea]

「 ✦ PICK A PILE✦ 」

A Soft Message From Your Inner Child

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Credits: divider by @/strangergraphics Directions: Take a moment to breathe, calm down and focus as you choose a picture from above. From left to right is pile 1, 2 and 3. Then Scroll down to your pile! Please remember to only take what resonates with you and leave the rest 🫶

Pile One -

Cards Pulled - The High Priestess • Page of Swords reversed • King of cups.

Hello my sweet Pile one! Today, your inner child wants you to know that you're wiser and more emotionally aware than you realise, and they're so proud of how far you've come! As am I!

The Hight Priestess is reflecting your inner knowing. Your inner child is gently reminding you that you've always been intuitive, even back then. You felt things others missed, and that sensitivity is a gift, not a flaw.

The Page of Swords Reversed shows that part of you is still curious and eager to learn. Though, you might be overwhelmed by doubts or mental clutter. Your inner child encourages you to let go of the need to always have the right answer, and to instead turn to wonder. You don't have to be perfect. It's okay to ask questions. It's okay to not know everything yet.

The King of Cups comes in as your emotional anchor. Your inner child sees the emotional maturity you've cultivated. They want you to give that same compassion and steadiness to yourself. You know how to hold space for others, now it's time to hold space for the younger parts of you too.

So, Pile One, my dears — the message from your inner child is to trust what you feel. You've always known more than they gave you credit for. Keep asking questions, stay curious, and hold yourself gently. They see you trying, and they love you for it.

Pile Two -

Cards Pulled - Ten of Cups reversed • Ten of Swords • Two of Cups reversed.

Pile Two, my dears. This one is deep. Your inner child is reaching out with a message that acknowledges pain, disappointment and the longing to truly feel connected and safe. This isn't an easy pile, but it's very meaningful.

The Ten of Cups shows a yearning for emotional security and belonging that might not have been fully met. Especially in the early stages of a relationship or family dynamics. Your inner child might be saying, "I didn't always feel safe or like I belonged." The comfort here is in recognising that those feelings were real, and that you are allowed to grieve what you didn't receive.

The Ten of Swords speaks to deep emotional exhaustion and perhaps betrayal and burnout. Your inner child is gently requesting you to acknowledge the hurt without brushing past it. But they're also reminding you that this is the end of the cycle. The worst is behind you now. There's nowhere to go but upwards. Healing from what you've been through is not only possible, but it's already beginning.

The Two of Cups here points to misalignment in relationships, especially with your self. Your inner child wants you to repair your bond with them. They want you to reconnect with your younger self in a way that is gentle, kind and affirming. You're perhaps pouring love into others, but forgetting to offer it inward. The comfort needed is reunion with your own heart.

Your inner child wants you to know that they know things didn't always feel safe or fair, but they're still here. They're still here waiting to be held by you. You don't need to be perfect. Just be with them. That's all they've ever wanted.

Pile Three

Cards Pulled - Four of Pentacles • Four of Wands • The Star Reversed

Hello Pile Three, my darlings! Today, your inner child asks for safety, celebration, and permission to hope again. Even if all such feels a little far away right now.

The Four of Pentacles here shows that your inner child has learned to protect themselves. Perhaps a bit too tightly. They've held onto what feels safe, even when it meant closing off parts of their heart. Their message to you is that you are safe now. You don't need to hold everything in so tightly. They want you to know that it is okay to soften. And it's okay to let go of some of that guardedness once you're ready.

The Four of Wands speaks of a longing you may have got joy, connection and a sense of 'home'. Not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. Your inner child wants to remind you that it's okay to celebrate yourself, even for the little things. They want you to create moments of joy and comfort. Build spaces that feel like home.

The Star Reversed suggests that your hope might feel dimmed. Perhaps you've been through disappointment, or your dreams have felt too distant. But your inner child is still holding a flicker of belief for you. Their message is, "Please don't stop wishing." Even when things begin to feel uncertain, even when you're tired — they want you to know that the healing is still ongoing, even in the background.

Pile Three, the message here from your inner child is that you don't have to do it all alone. You're allowed to soften, to celebrate, and to believe in magic again. Even if it's just a little bit at a time.

[willowed-wisp]

könig as a dad (part three)[ könig ]

part one | part two

AGES 10 - 14:

- These are what he dreaded the most. Where kids think they’re smartasses and get addicted to video games and other sources…

- But he’s presently surprised when your two sons are very polite in supermarkets.

- They’re tall and more mature women ask for them to get things from the higher shelves- he was a proud dad that day.

- There’s definitely a rivalry between the boys but a friendly one.

- They walk your daughter home everyday that König is away

- I think at this stage, König asks for more of a strategic position which means he doesn’t go into the field.

- And you thought you’d never see that day, not complaining that he was at home. The most he was at work in the city was half a day, returning to your bed and trying to make another baby (you swear he still has baby fever)

- Friends of the boys don’t believe the age difference between you and your husband, because somehow König still has a slight baby face… he looked in his late twenties when you met him (he was about late thirties) and you were in your mid-twenties.

- Your daughter says to her dad, “I want what you and mumma have,”

- “And what’s that? Three little ones?” He tickled under her chin, he cherished that smile every day of his life.

- “No… how you look at each other… love…”

- He is NOT open to the idea of her getting a partner- whoever they turn out to be- he doesn’t want his little mouse to grow up.

- Your boys are on the rugby team and your girl does cross-country and long distance running

- All physical capability taken from König, unless you’ve done sports in the past- then you bicker over who’s responsible

- He definitely enrolls the boys in martial arts…

- Then your daughter begs him to go, she wipes the floor with her brothers.

- Teaches all of your kids carpentry, and your eldest absolutely gels with it. It’s like second nature to him.

AGE 15-19

- No boys in the house, that’s König’s rule, you stand by it in some respects especially when she gets older.

- However, “Wouldn’t you have her talk to you about people rather than going behind our backs?”

- He contemplates the idea, “She is my little mouse…”

- “Little mouse is becoming big mouse, König… don’t push her away by being papa mouse…”

- The next day on the way to her track and field training, she turns to you, “What did you say to dad? He’s been going on about little mice and ‘little mice don’t push away papa mice…”

- You’re confused to say the least, “But he also said that I can have people round the house- as long as my doors open,” That sounded strange and unlike your husband.

- “That’s good… did he say anything else?”

- “He’s been asking me names and addresses…”

- Ahhh…

- “Don’t give him last names or addresses, honey…” You looked at her, face dreaded with guilt. “You already told him, didn’t you?”

- You turn the car around after dropping her off. And find König staking out a 16 year old’s house, “Sweetheart… what are you doing here?”

- “Don’t play innocent with me… we’re going home. No more of… THIS…”

- He did stop, but still did background checks… he’s allowed to do those (his own logic)

- Your daughter only brought a girl home, they would study and bake with each other in the kitchen.

- “It’s nice she has a friend…” Your husband was so clueless.

- His eldest son raised an eyebrow, knowing the truth… “Talk to her, dad…”

- That night when it was just the family, your little girl came out to König. She was crying, terrified that he wouldn’t accept it- being a bit older than her friends’ dads.

- But all he did was bring her into a bear hug, like her brothers had when she came out to them. König really didn’t care what she identified as, as long as she was happy… he’d be happy.

- As for your sons, König doesn’t want either joining the military. Luckily for him, neither does.

- Your youngest wants to go into teaching, and your eldest wants to become an engineer- taking on his dad’s numerical intelligence.

- He was much more relaxed when it came to dating for the boys. You had the talks with them, much too awkward for König to do himself.

- Your youngest son would become a father at 19… fully supported by you two.

- Part of König is glad he has a grandchild while he’s under a certain age and can run around. Treats the grandkids like his own children.

- Maybe make them cry unintentionally but that wears off.

König is so proud of the family you and him founded on a whim after being together only a year after you met.

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[dunmeshistash]

I'm sure somebody already told you this but I love how the Otta Leonardo DiCaprio situation is both sorta wrong and right, because if we take account to mental maturity, you could see it as since halfings age faster more or less start to realise they don't wanna date someone who's like still 27(?) I believe while they already aged to 30+ which is why she has so many breaks ups with so much lmao, it's just a neat detail I've seen so many fans talk about

Here's the Otta extra for those who haven't seen it.

I think it's funny, but yes, Laios Mentions elfs are about 5 times the equivalent in age for tallmen so Otta who is 137 would be around 27, meanwhile half-foot age faster than tallmen, chilchuck who is 29 already has greying hair and is the equivalent of middle age, I saw someone saying half-foot age is around 1.14 times the age of tallmen considering the age of maturity but they honestly seem to age faster, in dungeon meshi life expectancy for tallmen is 60 and for half-foot is only 50, even orcs seem to live longer, to 55, even thought they probably have a rougher lifestyle, anyway, yes while otta is around over 1/4 of her lifespan a 30 year old half-foot girlfriend would be over half way thru hers, they would be in wildly different life-stages. imagine being in your 40's dating a seemingly eternally young criminal lmao. They probably get over that type of excitement too.

Can't really blame Otta for wanting to break up with them either since the half-foot would be way past her current life-stage by the time they're 30, differently from actual dicaprio, I just like to tease cause its funny. But the way Ryoko Kui really thought about social implications of this type of relationship is really fun. There's the inherent tragedy of such a relationship since one of them will outlive the other many times over, but there's also a social stigma.

[criphd]

At the outset of H. G. Wells’s The War of the Worlds (1898), Wells asks his English readers to compare the Martian invasion of Earth with the Europeans’ genocidal invasion of the Tasmanians, thus demanding that the colonizers imagine themselves as the colonized, or the about-to-be-colonized. But in Wells this reversal of perspective entails something more, because the analogy rests on the logic prevalent in contemporary anthropology that the indigenous, primitive other’s present is the colonizer’s own past. Wells’s Martians invading England are like Europeans in Tasmania not just because they are arrogant colonialists invading a technologically inferior civilization, but also because, with their hypertrophied brains and prosthetic machines, they are a version of the human race’s own future.

The confrontation of humans and Martians is thus a kind of anachronism, an incongruous co-habitation of the same moment by people and artifacts from different times. But this anachronism is the mark of anthropological difference, that is, the way late-nineteenth-century anthropology conceptualized the play of identity and difference between the scientific observer and the anthropological subject-both human, but inhabiting different moments in the history of civilization. As George Stocking puts it in his intellectual history of Victorian anthropology, Victorian anthropologists, while expressing shock at the devastating effects of European contact on the Tasmanians, were able to adopt an apologetic tone about it because they understood the Tasmanians as “living representatives of the early Stone Age,” and thus their “extinction was simply a matter of … placing the Tasmanians back into the dead prehistoric world where they belonged” (282-83). The trope of the savage as a remnant of the past unites such authoritative and influential works as Lewis Henry Morgan’s Ancient Society (1877), where the kinship structures of contemporaneous American Indians and Polynesian islanders are read as evidence of “our” past, with Sigmund Freud’s Totem and Taboo (1913), where the sexual practices of “primitive” societies are interpreted as developmental stages leading to the mature sexuality of the West. Johannes Fabian has argued that the repression or denial of the real contemporaneity of so-called savage cultures with that of Western explorers, colonizers, and settlers is one of the pervasive, foundational assumptions of modern anthropology in general. The way colonialism made space into time gave the globe a geography not just of climates and cultures but of stages of human development that could confront and evaluate one another.

The anachronistic structure of anthropological difference is one of the key features that links emergent science fiction to colonialism. The crucial point is the way it sets into motion a vacillation between fantastic desires and critical estrangement that corresponds to the double-edged effects of the exotic. Robert Stafford, in an excellent essay on “Scientific Exploration and Empire” in the Oxford History of the British Empire, writes that, by the last decades of the century, “absorption in overseas wilderness represented a form of time travel” for the British explorer and, more to the point, for the reading public who seized upon the primitive, abundant, unzoned spaces described in the narratives of exploration as a veritable “fiefdom, calling new worlds into being to redress the balance of the old” (313, 315). Thus when Verne, Wells, and others wrote of voyages underground, under the sea, and into the heavens for the readers of the age of imperialism, the otherworldliness of the colonies provided a new kind of legibility and significance to an ancient plot. Colonial commerce and imperial politics often turned the marvelous voyage into a fantasy of appropriation alluding to real objects and real effects that pervaded and transformed life in the homelands. At the same time, the strange destinations of such voyages now also referred to a centuries-old project of cognitive appropriation, a reading of the exotic other that made possible, and perhaps even necessary, a rereading of oneself.

John Rieder, Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction

[tojilvrs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

[black-suns-rim]

My two cents on Dek

I know Dek is a hot topic in the yautja fandom right now. I'm seeing a lot of opinions on him and discussion about his appearance.

I dont care what people think, I'm really digging his look. He looks like a young yautja, a teen. He looks much younger than Chopper, Celtic, and Scar (who I consider more like young adults/older teens). The way that Dek's face is shaped could just be because of his young age and having not matured fully yet. Here's an example for what I mean

Dek could just belong to a species of yautja that has a different developmental stage (because I highly doubt he's part human like a lot of people have been saying about him, given how yautja canonically view humans). Plus, "first hunt, last chance" seems like Dek is going on his very first hunt, NOT CHIVA! (Chiva being what Scar, Celtic, and Chopper were doing in AVP; a ritual hunt as a rite of passage into adulthood) He could still be in the unblood rank, having not hunted anything before.

On top of that, it's confirmed he's a runt; much smaller than the others and wanting to probably prove himself to his clan and to his father. Him being a runt could also be the reason why he looks different.

Some commentary about his appearance

His bottom left tusk looks like it's chipped or has been broken in the past. Due to him being a runt, he has probably been bullied and has suffered from abuse from his peers.

His eyes are so uncanny, and I love it. It gives an unsettling vibe to his appearance

Bro's skin looks soft. This could also play into him being a teen/young. His lack of scars too

His armor looks like what you'd wear as someone who doesn't have much status. Like hand-me-down armor

Conclusion

Dek is a teenager going on his very first hunt for approval and acceptance. He's not half human; he's just young and a runt.

[vintagetimetarot]

What does your crush think of you? 💭

+ do they like you back? 💓

It’s been a LONG TIME since I’ve made a PAC. I’ve had a lot of challenges this past year, which is why there has been such a lack, I hope I am forgiven. But this is a topic that excites me and something I’m dealing with too, and that I do not see very often. We’ll know from this PAC by the end what your crush thinks of you and the big question, if they like you back or not! I will be honest, so beware. This PAC will be a bit shorter. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t, it’s a general reading. As always, pick a vintage image below using your intuition, don’t overthink it too much. Have fun!

Pile 1:

Your crush has a complicated view of you, but another better way I’d say is balanced as well. They are some parts of you they really love and admire, but do notice some flaws within you. I think their first impression of you may not have been the greatest. They view you as a little too sensitive, and you don’t handle conflict and challenges very well in their eyes. You come off a bit melancholy and nervous in your interactions with one another. I think they know you like them, and the way you present themselves to them makes it clear. Have you and your crush not talked much recently or at all? I’m getting hallway crush or that sort of vibe. I think some things they hear about you are based on other people or in group settings. Despite these flaws, I think they find you to be a very mature person and they know you take things seriously, and would take things seriously in a relationship as well. Your crush seems to think of you sometimes in passing, but not too much. I’m getting that this is still early stages. They sort of wish to know you more, like they want to move on and break the ice with you. They are secretly hoping you get over you shyness more it seems lol. They also find you to be physically attractive, and that you have a very out there and positive personality. I think they’ve only seen one side of you, but they know that there’s much more depth to you and that you can be a very lovely and vibrant person to be around. They also find you to be a high achiever, and think you do a good job and getting things done.

Do they like you back?:

Unfortunately but unsurprisingly, this is a no. Stages are just too early and they don’t know you well enough. They have other options romantically they seem to not want to invest in, and they are happy with where they are. They don’t want to change their romantic situation right now or they are already in a committed relationship. If this isn’t the answer you want, don’t fret too much yet, because there is still a chance to grow this connection because it’s early, at least as a friend.

Pile 2:

You seem to know your crush well already. They may be a longtime friend, or just someone you’ve know for awhile now. They honestly think very highly of you it seems, pile 2. They admire your generosity, kindness, and how well you are in interacting with people. For some of you this person may know or may be close with your family, for some people this person may have a different cultural background than you. I see that they think you are a well rounded person with admirable qualities! They always rely on you for good judgement and you’re a really good role model to them. They find you curious and venturesome, and they enjoy spending time with you, ESPECIALLY when you guys are traveling. They may think about going on trips with you or you have had been on trips with your crush. They think you’re so wise, and that you have so much to offer to this world. You may be very passionate in a certain field you wanna pursue as a career, and they think that it suits you, and they love that passion about you. For some of you they may not vocally express enough appreciation for you, because to them it’s common knowledge you know that you’re great! They can almost like sit in peace with themselves even if they don’t see in years from now like “yeah, they’re gonna go out and cure cancer!” That kind of energy.

Do they like you back?:

They don’t like you back, but they do think so highly of you and deeply appreciate you. They are honored to be in your life. I really get this is especially the case if this is a longtime friend of yours that you happen to be crushing on. They would be really saddened if you guys cut ties with one another or if they ended up upsetting you.

Pile 3:

DAMN, your crush has a lot to say about you Pile 3. First of all, they ADORE being around you. You give them purpose! They feel so giddy and happy around you, you really make them feel like a little kid. Every hangout feels like an adventure with you, and like they are really making some good memories. They notice that you have a strong personality, but they are attracted to that and love that about you. They love that you are a leader, and seem to be well respected by most people they know that know you. This person acts really childish around you. I think they are generally a a reasonable person, but when you “act stupid” or childish they can’t help but find it contagious, but in a happy way. This person seems to be relatively new to your life it seems. They seem to really love you, honestly. They can really see you in their life forever or a very long time. They want to watch you accomplish and take on big tasks. I think you are a very ambitious person, and they love that about you! They also like your friends, and if they met your family they like them too. You just bring such positive energy to the table that it inflicts upon them, and they LOVE IT!

Do they like you back?:

Oh definitely. They REALLY like you, love even. Though you guys are still progressing, they envision a romantic future with you as well, and I think for a good bit, like 60% of you they are probably planning to ask you out or have been thinking about it but have gotten too scared to ask. Things are moving a bit slowly, but they definitely have feelings.

Pile 4:

They love being around you, really. You may be very social around your crush, and that’s where you spend most of your time whether it be school clubs, parties, etc. They find you confident, and even flirtatious. They also find you very physically attractive. If you are a woman or female presenting, they find you so feminine and beautiful, and they love how you style your hair and do your makeup. Overall though regardless of gender they find you very physically attractive, and especially your body, regardless of how it is they love it. Your crush thinks you are easy to get along with, so they have no problem conversing with you. They think you respect their time well, which they deeply appreciate. They seem to offer you cups and pieces of affection here and then. They find you to be so passionate, like you’re a real go getter to this person! They think you’re fierce and confident. You may have a stronger personality, and they like that. You’re overall just very easy to get along with. They just get caught up in your little world together of conversations and hanging out, it’s very charming. They think about you in passing, sometimes they even miss you when you aren’t around. Your presence is just really defining to them.

Do they like you back?:

They do like you back, and actually have strong feelings for you, but the thing is, they don’t know how to manage them that well yet. This person is scared of intimacy, and may let their fears override, so they avoid relationships. They think fondly of you and love you, and miss when you’re around but still right now aren’t ready for this relationship. You need to give this person time to catch their breath and let things unfold naturally.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

the alchemy | i. the return

pairing: no outbreak!dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter rating: Mature [18+ only, minors dni, dbf/secret relationship, age gap (joel is 34, reader is 24), reader is described as curvy & only has one parent--all else is open to interpretation (we are POC friendly over here okay!!), sarah exists but isn't a main part of the story]

summary: now that you've moved on from college, you're ready to start the newest chapter of your life--adulthood. but when you move back home and are swept back into the magnetic pull of your neighbor, Joel, you find that maybe moving on has nothing to do with leaving the past behind and everything to do with embracing it.

wc: <2k

the masterlist | joel’s pov | next chapter

Undergrad had been a thrilling, difficult, eye-opening experience—one that brought you new friends and new love, along with fall-outs and breakups—but now that you’d earned your degree, you were determined to move on to the next stage of your life. 

Step one, move back home until you landed a job. Step two, move the fuck out.  

Step one was currently underway, your dad hauling the contents of your jam-packed tiny sedan into the house you’d lived in for the better half of your life, while you unpacked the last four years into your old bedroom. It seemed tinier than it had four years ago, but perhaps it wasn’t the room that had changed. Perhaps it was simply that you’d outgrown the space. You tried to fit your new life into your old—shoving your clothes from high school into bags to drag down to the thrift store so that you’d have room for the clothes that fit your new, curvier body—and attempted not to mourn the loss of your old self. 

But wouldn’t this always be the case? With each step you took forward, the more distance you’d put between you and your youngest self. Some days, you wished to plant your feet and refuse to move at all, the comfort of the past too soothing and the uncertainty of the future too unsettling. But most days—like today—you forced your eyes to fix on the image of all that could be, of all that you could be, even when it ached to do so. 

“That’s the last of it,” your dad announced with an exhausted sigh, sweat beading down his forehead as he set the last box down in the middle of the room. 

“Thanks,” you managed, your mind busy with planning. It seemed to never stop, the constant sorting out of your situation. You had to plan the new arrangement of your old furniture, which friends and relatives you’d visit first, which jobs you’d apply for, which apartment complex looked the safest, how you’d manage to make rent, and so on, until you had to plan your funeral. What a joy life was. 

“I know you’re probably busy, but I thought it’d be nice if we went out for dinner tonight,” he suggested, likely able to see the nonstop churning of the wheels inside your mind. He was always oddly aware like that. “Beats you having to eat my cooking.”

You let out a chuckle, nodding your head as you allowed yourself to rest from all the organizing and plotting. You set your hands on your hips and turned to give him a small smile and shrug. “Sure.”

“Alright,” he smiled back, something soft and barely there. “Just, uh, pick a place. I can invite Joel and Sarah, if you want. I know they’ve missed you.”

You laughed at the prospect of your gruff neighbor ever missing you. His ten-year-old, Sarah, likely did, the two of you forming almost a sisterly bond over the last two years that you’d known her. You were her babysitter during your summer and winter breaks from college, mostly because you didn’t mind the work and because you lived right next to the Millers. 

But her father? No, he never seemed to care much for you. Or anyone, for that matter. Except Sarah, his brother, Tommy, and your dad. 

“Sure,” you said, the word slowly becoming your new mantra. “I’ll, uh, just finish unpacking and then I’ll get ready.”

“Alright,” he said, taking one last look around the room before moving to the doorway. He stopped, ever the old sentimental bastard, and turned your way. “Good to have you home, kiddo.” 

You gave him another pursed smile and nodded, fighting the urge to tell him that if things worked out in your favor, you wouldn’t be home for long. “Yeah, dad.”

After a much needed shower and a bit of makeup, you nearly felt like yourself again. You wore a pair of denim shorts and a nicer tank top to combat the late summer heat, nothing too scandalous for a family dinner. Your dad drove the two of you to your favorite mexican spot in relative silence, the dull hum of the radio lost to your ears as you watched Austin pass by through the passenger window. 

Joel and Sarah were there when you pulled into the parking lot, the two of them standing in front of their familiar old pick-up. Sarah was wearing a summer dress, her tight curls now in rows of boho-braids. Joel, in a worn-in t-shirt and a pair of jeans, hardly looked much older than he had when you first met him two years ago. At thirty-two, he was handsome, but at thirty-four…well, he was enough to make a girl drool. 

You never liked to admit it to yourself, but you’d always had a bit of a crush on him. Back then, at twenty-two, you assumed it was simply the allure of an older man during a time in which all you wanted was to be a “real adult”. And as the last couple of years went on and the prospect of growing up began to dim, you expected that your little crush would dim along with it. But looking at him now, the only thing time did was make him all the more handsome and desirable. From the way he treated his daughter to the fact that not once during your stint as babysitter did he ever try anything creepy with you, you were forced to believe that he was a stand-up man. And what was more desirable than a good man who looked like that?

Sarah’s squeal pulled you out of your admiration of her father as she ran over to you, hugging your waist. You squeezed her right back, making up for the last five months you spent away at school. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you said, giving her a smile as she pulled away to look up at you. “I like your braids. Did your dad do them?”

She gave you a look that screamed get real. “Please, he can’t even manage a ponytail.”

You laughed, lifting your eyes to meet Joel’s as he stood a few feet away with your father. You were surprised to find him looking at you, though of course he would be, given that out of the four of you here, you were the only one who he didn’t see every single day. Still, the eye contact was enough to get your stomach fluttering with something both anxious and eager. 

“Welcome home,” he said, his voice hitting you just as hard as his gaze. You tried not to react, to behave like you always had before, but now that you were reaching your mid-twenties, had earned your degree, and had experienced your first dry spell in your adult life, it was difficult. Every womanly part of you screamed with the urge to flirt, to put everything you learned at college to work for him. 

“Thanks,” you said instead, trailing your gaze to the restaurant behind him and then to your father. “Should we go inside? It’s hot.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, taking the lead. He and Joel walked in ahead of you and Sarah, her hand in yours, and you tried not to admire the broad expanse of her father’s back as he stood right in front of you in the restaurant lobby, close enough that you could smell the warm spice of his cologne. 

A wild, rogue part of you wanted to reach your hand out and smooth it across the soft cotton, tracing the line of his spine and the curve of his shoulder blades. In fact, the urge was almost unbearable, as if he were a siren and you were a sailor lost in the current. But somehow, you managed to keep your hands to yourself. 

After getting seated by the host, you ordered yourself a giant frozen margarita to take the edge of sitting directly across from Joel off and busied yourself with the chips and salsa. Your dad, meanwhile, seemed completely at ease as he chatted with Joel, filling him in about his plans for building a deck in the backyard of your house. The conversation didn’t interest you or Sarah, the two of you more focused on clearing the first basket of chips so that you could start on the next. 

“So,” Joel said, something in his tone luring your eyes to his. “You interested in babysittin’ over the summer?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, masking your inner beast who felt nothing but disappointed over the fact that even after all the growing up you’d done over the last two years, all he saw you as was a babysitter to his little girl. Some college kid. The daughter of his friend. 

“I’m gonna be busy applying for jobs, but sure,” you said, glancing at Sarah with a smile. “Not gonna pass up a chance to hang with the coolest kid in the neighborhood.”

To your surprise, Joel smiled at the interaction. “Good. She’s been on my ass about askin’ since we heard you were movin’ back home.”

You nodded, smiling as you drank your margarita from a straw. You kept your eyes averted from him for the most part, not trusting yourself to not melt right there in your seat under his gaze, but on a chance glance his way, you caught Joel’s eyes slipping to your mouth as you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. He seemed to realize what he was doing the exact instant you had and quickly turned away to scan the busy restaurant. 

If your father and Sarah hadn’t been there, you might have tried to be bold about things. Perhaps you’d brush his leg with yours under the table, or maybe you’d simply tell him it was alright to stare if he wanted to—that you didn’t care what he did as long as he kept looking at you with those dark eyes. But as it were, you couldn’t do anything but mourn the loss of his gaze and listen as he began talking to your dad about his own summer project—renovating his master bathroom. 

Thrilling stuff, really.

By the end of dinner, you were more than tipsy and equal parts antsy to get home, or at least to get some space from Joel. You hugged Sarah goodbye with the promise of coming over the next afternoon, ignoring Joel’s attempt at a goodbye in favor of sliding into the passenger seat. Your dad gave him a pat on the shoulder and waved goodbye to Sarah before climbing in beside you with a soft exhale. 

“What’s up with you?” he asked, turning the key in the ignition. 

“Nothing, why?” 

“You’ve been quiet all night,” he said, whipping his head around as he pulled out of the parking spot. “And drunk. Even just now, Joel was trying to say bye, and you blew him off.”

Ironic, that wording. 

“I’m just tired,” you said, shrugging. “It’s been a long day.”

“I can understand that,” he said. “But just…Joel’s had a rough go of it lately, breaking up with that woman he was seeing for a while and having to raise Sarah by himself, so just…take it easy on him.”

The fact that Joel had been dating at all was news to you. Last time you were around, he didn’t seem to have any interest in dating. Sarah said it was because she asked him not to, her parent’s divorce three years ago still too fresh, but perhaps she’d changed her mind in the last few months and he’d gone and found himself a girlfriend. 

Your stomach curdled at the thought. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” you said, picking at the frayed hem of your shorts. “But I’ll make a better effort to be nice.”

“That’s all I ask,” he said, giving you a smile. “And I know you’re tired of hearing it, sweetheart, but I really am glad to have you back. There’s no rush for you to land a job or move out, you know. Just…enjoy the summer. Go make some new friends. Have some fun.”

You chuckled, nodding. “I’ll try my best, pops.” 

“I’m gonna be busy with work and seeing Vic, so I won’t be up your ass all summer,” he said, mentioning the girlfriend he went and got himself during the last year of you being off at college—one you still hadn’t met. “Just don’t want you getting lonely by yourself at the house.”

“After sharing an apartment with five people for the last three years, I think a bit of alone time would do me well,” you said, chuckling. “So don’t worry about me. I’ll occupy myself.”

“In that case, would you mind if I went down to San Antonio to see Vic this weekend?” he asked, giving you a hopeful look that he only pulled out when he assumed you’d protest to whatever it was he was asking. But this time, you really didn’t care. You meant what you said about wanting some alone time to decompress and settle in without constantly being asked how you were doing. 

“Go ahead,” you said, giving him a soft, encouraging smile. “I’m just going to be unpacking all weekend anyways.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, dad,” you laughed at the roundness of his eyes, at how concerned he was about you. Eventually, he’d come to know the new you, the person who thrived on independence and didn’t need to have someone around all the time. “I’ll manage to survive on my own for two days, I promise.” 

“Alright, smartass,” he laughed. “Don’t be afraid to shoot me a text if you need me to come back, alright?”

“For the millionth time—okay, dad.”

[bettelaboure]

⊹Course in Chemistry: epilogue⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

series "Course in Chemistry" epilogue

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⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: sexual tension, embarrassment, mature language, peer pressure, and high school dynamics involving gossip and judgment

⊹ Summary: Y/N meets Seung-Hyun years after their last encounter and their chemistry is still there

⊹ Author's note: that's the end. thank you for being with me on this short journey. i hope you loved to read the series as much as i loved to write it. your love and support is what keeps me going🤍

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The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that wraps itself around your chest and pulls tight. Outside, the streets of Seoul buzzed with energy, lights flashing in every direction as night descended upon the city. The last stop on BigBang’s world tour was here—Seoul. It was the culmination of years of hard work, of sweat and sacrifice, of late-night rehearsals and sleepless flights. And here, in the heart of the city, the crowd was waiting.

Inside the stadium, the backstage area was a maze of polished floors and glowing lights. You stood in the shadows, just beyond the curtain, watching the chaotic flurry of activity unfold. The buzz of voices, the clatter of crew members running past, the distant thrum of bass and drums as they tested the sound system. It all felt surreal, like something you’d only ever seen from the outside.

But this time, you were here—finally, after all these years.

You never imagined this moment would come. Not after all the years apart. Not after the goodbye, the silence, the distance. The last time you saw Seung-Hyun—T.O.P now, you reminded yourself—was at the beginning of his journey, before the world knew his name. Before the stages and lights, before the music and the fame. You were still in school back then, navigating your own life while he was off chasing a dream that seemed impossibly distant.

And now, here you were. No longer that awkward student who had to be tutored in English. No longer that girl who was tangled in the mess of first loves and unspoken feelings. You were different now. You had grown, shaped by the years, by the life you built for yourself—one that didn’t include him. At least, not in the way you once thought.

You were a professor's assistant at a local university now, specializing in English literature. The irony wasn’t lost on you—how much you’d once hated the subject, but here you were, navigating academic texts and theories with ease. It was a life you had found some kind of peace in, even if you often felt like you were living in a world you didn’t quite belong to. But it was safe. It was stable.

Unlike Seung-Hyun. 

You had kept up with him, of course. How could you not? His name, his face—always there in the headlines, always there in the background of your quiet life. You'd heard his voice on the radio, seen him on the cover of magazines, and seen him in movies. You couldn’t escape it, even if you tried. And deep down, there was always that part of you—the one that still felt tethered to him, no matter how much time had passed.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts, sharp and unexpected.

You turned quickly, and the manager, a harried woman in her late thirties, stood there, looking around the room. "T.O.P. has asked for you," she said, voice laced with the urgency of someone juggling multiple tasks at once.

You blinked, unsure whether you'd heard her correctly. “What?”

She smiled at your confusion. “He asked to see you. If you’re ready, I’ll take you to him.”

Your heart skipped. For a moment, everything around you seemed to blur—her words, the buzz of the crew, the humming sound of the music that filtered through the walls. It was like time had snapped back to that locker room, those quiet moments in the space between the chaos of the world and the comfort of his touch.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, voice steady even though your pulse was anything but. “I’m ready.”

The hallway was long and narrow, decorated with posters of BigBang’s latest world tour. You passed dressing rooms, empty rehearsal spaces, and dozens of crew members rushing in every direction. The manager led you to a private area, one with a door that looked out onto the stage. It was quiet in here, and the first thing you noticed was the cool air, the scent of cologne, and the unmistakable presence of him.

Seung-Hyun. 

He stood by the window, facing the city skyline, his back to you. His silhouette was framed by the glow of the lights outside, but he didn’t turn around as you entered. His stance was familiar—calm, collected, but there was something different. Something... distant.

“Who would have thought that T.O.P himself would want to see me?” you said softly, but with a rasp in the sound, your voice breaking the silence.

He turned slowly, and for a moment, neither of you moved. It was as if the world had stopped, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment, suspended in time.

His face was different, of course. Sharper, more mature. The years had carved out new lines in his features, the edges of his jaw and cheekbones more defined. His hair was darker now, styled in a way that contrasted sharply with the way you remembered him. But his eyes? They were the same. The same deep, dark gaze that seemed to see through you, even now. The same eyes that had always held more than what was on the surface. The same eyes that had once caught yours in that locker room, making your heart race like it had no control over itself.

You were both different now. Grown. Changed.

But in this moment, there was a part of you that hadn’t shifted at all. And you saw it in him too—the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one thing that could ground him, even for just a moment.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. Then, with a careful step forward, he spoke your name.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, the words trailing like he hadn’t fully believed you’d be standing here, after all these years.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. “It’s really me.”

There was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but it was more bittersweet than anything. “I thought about you a lot,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, like the confession was something fragile. “More than I should have.”

You nodded, your chest tightening with the weight of those words. You’d thought about him too, more times than you could count. But what was the point in saying that now?

“You still hate English?” he asked, his voice warming with the hint of a teasing edge.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, despite everything. “It’s not so bad anymore,” you said. “I actually... I teach it now.”

Seung-Hyun’s eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised. “You teach it? Who would have thought? Back in the day, you were ready to kill me for giving you a 7th grader’s book,” he said, his gaze shifting from your face to your hands, as if trying to map the years between you.

You shrugged, feeling that familiar discomfort of old emotions threading through the conversation. “It’s not what I thought I’d be doing, but it works. I found my place.”

He nodded, taking a step closer to you. The movement was slow, deliberate. He wasn’t in a rush, and neither were you. He was giving you the space you needed, as if waiting for something more to reveal itself.

But you weren’t sure what that something was anymore.

“Do you think about that night?” he asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to answer. You thought about it, of course, more than you’d ever admit to anyone. But that was a different time. A different life.

You nodded slowly. “Sometimes.”

“Yeah. Me too,” he murmured. “I guess... I guess I never really got over it.”

The words hung in the air like a confession. A secret he was only now ready to share.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, T.O.P. reached out, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The touch was light but enough to make your heart race, enough to remind you of the chemistry that had always been there between you.

“I should be going on stage soon,” he said, pulling his hand back slowly. He hesitated, then added, “But... can we talk later? When I’m done?”

You blinked at him, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach flutter. This wasn’t the same shy boy you remembered, the one who stumbled over words. This was a man—older, more experienced, but with that same warmth behind his eyes.

“I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft.

He smiled then, the kind of smile that made your chest ache with memories you thought were buried. “I’ll find you after the show. I promise.”

You nodded, and as he turned to walk away, you watched him disappear into the backstage crowd. The weight of the moment lingered in the air—unspoken, but understood.

And as the lights of the stadium flared, and the roar of the crowd filled the arena, you felt the longing pulse in your chest, a quiet echo of something that had never truly gone away.

T.O.P. was out there, performing for thousands, but here you were—waiting for Seung-Hyun, just as you always had been.

The night exploded into sound as the stadium lights flickered and dimmed, signaling the start of BigBang’s grand finale in Seoul. The crowd roared, a wave of energy so powerful it felt like it could shake the very ground beneath your feet. The music pulsed, heavy with the beats that had become anthems for millions across the world, and the lights swirled in every direction, as if the entire venue had turned into a living, breathing organism, undulating with excitement.

Seung-Hyun—T.O.P.—was out there now, commanding the stage with a presence that was impossible to ignore. You could see him, even from the backstage area where you stood, hidden in the shadows. The crowd’s response to his entrance was deafening, their screams sharp, full of adoration. And it made sense, of course. This was the culmination of years of hard work, of struggles, of sacrifices. And him, with his deep, commanding voice and icy charisma, was at the very heart of it all.

He was different, undeniably so. His posture was straighter, more confident, the way he held his body and moved across the stage a clear reflection of everything he had become in the years since you'd last seen him. The red leather jacket he wore was a far cry from the baggy hoodie he used to favor. His hair, darker now, was slicked back, adding to the sharp edge of his features. His eyes, though—those deep, soulful eyes—were still the same. And they were fixed on the crowd, on the thousands of faces that adored him.

But when his gaze flickered for a moment, even briefly, in your direction, front row, you saw it. The subtle change in the way he moved, the tightening of his jaw, the soft flicker of recognition that passed between you. And suddenly, you were back to that locker room all those years ago, the tension between you thick in the air, palpable, undeniable.

You stepped back into the shadows, trying to steady your breath. God, how had so much time passed? He was a star now, a god in the eyes of so many, but he was still the same. He was still the same.

The show seemed to go by in a blur, the thumping bass and flashing lights an almost overwhelming symphony of sound and color. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage, though, watching him. Watching them all. But most of all, watching him. His performance was everything you remembered and more. The way he moved, the way he commanded the stage with that effortless swagger, the way the crowd screamed his name—everything about him screamed "celebrity." It was clear this was his world now, and you were just a spectator.

But it wasn’t just his stage presence that had you hooked. It was the moments when his eyes would flicker, even if just for a second, toward the shadows where you stood. Those moments felt like a thread connecting the past and the present, like he was reaching out to you without anyone knowing.

By the time the final song was over, and the last notes of Fantastic Baby reverberated through the stadium, the crowd was in a frenzy, but you were already on your way to the backstage area, making your way through the maze of corridors to the spot where you had agreed to meet him.

The anticipation gnawed at you, sharp and raw, as you stood by the door. The thought of seeing him—of being this close to him again after so long—stirred something inside you that you hadn’t expected. The same chemistry, the same attraction, flared back to life.

And then the door opened.

Seung-Hyun stood there, just beyond the threshold, his red jacket now discarded, his t-shirt clinging to his toned frame. His face was flushed from the stage lights, his hair a bit tousled, but his eyes were locked onto yours, intense and unwavering.

You both paused for a long, loaded moment, just taking each other in. You could feel the heat between you, the chemistry that had never really gone away. His lips curled up into a slow, knowing smile, and there was no mistaking the way he looked at you. His gaze was hungry, searching, and it ignited something deep inside you, something that you had buried for years.

“So…” Your voice was low, like a whisper shared between two people who had shared too much time apart. “You still think I’m trouble?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart racing in your chest. There it was again—the teasing, the playful edge that was so very you together. The boy who had always known how to make you smile even when you didn’t want to. You couldn’t help but smirk.

“You’re still full of yourself, aren’t you?” He shot back, unable to keep the laughter from his voice.

His eyes twinkled with that familiar mischievousness, and he took a step closer. The air between you thickened. His scent—woodsy, musky, with a hint of cologne—invaded your senses, making your breath catch.

“I’m just confident,” you replied, your voice dipping lower, and his gaze dropped briefly to your lips, before returning to meet your eyes. “I don’t remember you complaining about that before.”

Your chest tightened, the distance between you feeling too great, and yet, impossibly small at the same time. Everything about this moment—the proximity, the familiarity, the lingering touches in your memory—felt like a spark on the edge of an explosion.

“I was always trouble,” you whispered, but the words held no accusation—only the playful sting of something unspoken.

His smile deepened, and without saying another word, he reached out. One hand came to rest on your waist, pulling you slightly toward him, while the other cupped your chin, gently lifting your face so your eyes locked. His thumb brushed the skin just below your lips, the touch soft but intimate, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You’ve always been trouble,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours now. “But maybe that’s what I’ve always wanted.”

You met his gaze, steady and unflinching. Everything about this moment, about him, felt so familiar, like you were coming back to something you had always known. There was no fear, no hesitation, just an undeniable pull—magnetic, powerful, dangerous.

And then, without warning, he kissed you.

It wasn’t the tentative, awkward kiss of two people who had just found each other again after so long. No. This was raw, a collision of desires that had been simmering for years. His lips were urgent, almost desperate, and you met him with equal intensity, your hands finding his chest, gripping him as if you needed to prove he was really here, really in front of you.

The kiss deepened, and time seemed to stand still. The chaos of the concert, the noise of the stadium, the distance between the two of you—everything faded away. There was only this, only him, only the way your bodies seemed to recognize each other as if no time had passed at all.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and trembling, Seung-Hyun. rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as if he was grounding himself.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat, but when you looked at him, you saw the same longing in his eyes that mirrored your own.

“We’ve both changed,” you whispered, your voice almost a question.

“Some things don’t change,” he replied softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

And then, without another word, he kissed you again.

He looked at you like he was seeing something rare—something lost and found again.

“I kept thinking about what I’d say if I ever saw you again,” he said quietly, voice low and full of restraint. “And now… none of it’s enough.”

You reached up, fingers brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead, letting your hand linger there, thumb resting lightly against his temple.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you murmured.

That was all it took.

His lips found yours again—hungrier now, but no less reverent. He backed you gently against the cool glass of the window, his hands resting on either side of your face before sliding down to your waist. The kiss deepened quickly, the air between you dissolving. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, pulling him closer, needing him closer. Every press of his body against yours was a memory reawakened—your hips, your chests aligned like they always had belonged.

It wasn’t just lust, though it simmered beneath the surface like a live wire. It was years of unspoken words and unresolved tension, tangled up in each touch. His mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, where his breath turned hot and uneven.

“You still taste the same,” he whispered between kisses, the sound of his voice laced with a groan, as if it pained him to say it.

Your hands wandered under the hem of his shirt, palms splaying across the toned, warm skin of his back. He hissed softly when your nails grazed him lightly, pressing his hips tighter to yours. You gasped—his body, all hard lines and simmering control, molded perfectly against you. His hand slid up your spine, slow and purposeful, and you arched into his touch.

The glass behind you fogged faintly with each breath, the world outside Seoul a distant galaxy as your bodies collided again and again in kisses that grew slower, deeper, more dangerous. The weight of years—the missed chances, the unspoken feelings—clung to you both.

He pulled back slightly, forehead against yours again, panting softly. His fingers traced along your ribs like he was trying to memorize them.

“I don’t know if this is the wrong time,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “or the rightest thing I’ve ever done.”

You slid your hand along his jaw, thumb brushing the soft stubble, smiling softly even as your heart pounded.

“I think we stopped worrying about timing a long time ago.”

He kissed you again. Slower this time. More certain.

And that was how the night ended—pressed against each other in a quiet stadium that had just witnessed the final roar of a world tour, rediscovering something that had never truly disappeared.

Not lust. Not even love, exactly.

But something fierce. Something that still burned.

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SWITCHING THE POSITIONS FOR YOU.

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Mature content 18 plus

Javier Peña x reader

Description: reader is a journalist.. trying to make a name for herself. Covering the narcos and the state of the world. Reader goes undercover in her alter ego meeting someone who complicates her actual career and life. Fantasies and boundaries are tested and explored.

Tags : smut. Bdsm. Latex. Rope play. Whip. Shoe kink. Papi kink. Daddy kink. Rough sex. P in v. oral on both ends. Fingering in public. Cream pie. Squirt. (And a shit ton of other stuff I forgot. It's just filthy okay. 🫶🏼

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First time writing Javi P and I'm still getting my groove back.. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED.

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The sun tingles on your skin, the echos of music in the distance, and groups of drunk spring breakers. You wanted to do a quick trip to Miami make some extra cash but it's all turned into a cliché you being here.

You yourself are a college student by day, journalist major , but something totally different by night.

When you booked this trip you didn't have in your brain it would be the same week as spring break instead it was entirely different.. Miami is the hot spot for drug trafficking in the states and a pipe line straight to Colombia.

journalism is hard , but journalism as a woman to cover politics and events going on around the world is entirely different.

Right now the big story is Pablo Escobar and the whole world of narcos.

A little birdie may or may not have told you some inside info on people being in town this week and you were here to see what you could find out for yourself.

After a quick tan, you headed back to the condo you rented for the weekend, gathered your things to switch into your alter ego for the evening.

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You show up to the club, it's in the not so safest area of downtown Miami but it's not your typical strip club. The inside dark, dimly lit by red lighting.. booths all black leather. Different stages throughout the building, hallways the lead to different rooms for different fantasies.

This was a gateway to pleasure, the gateway to live out your deepest secrets, fantasy's , and to just let go of reality and let someone else take charge.

For you this was a way to relive the stress college and work put on you, but it was also a way to gather information because even the strongest, richest deadliest people have fantasy's and typically you will find them lurking in a place like this where no one questions a god damn thing.

You got here early to scope things out, you've worked here before but it's been a few months and putting yourself in this position it's best to stay steps ahead.

You got ready for the evening , you started with a skin tight black latex mini dress with a cut out thong back. the straps with buckles clinging to the curves of your ass. black stiletto boots. Your long hair sleek down past your waist and dark red lips.

You made your rounds looking for customers as well as any familiar faces when you spotted a man at the bar.

tight pants, aviators on, sipping whiskey, talking to every woman the passes by.

Looks like you aren't the only one here to gather information. Javier Peña DEA agent. Your goal tonight was to avoid him, you wanted information just as badly as him if not worse.

You did a few dances, took some customers back to the poison of their choice but so far the birdie lied to you. You have not made any progress on gather information till now.

You walk back out and a whole section has been taken up, tequila bottles being brought, all woman scurrying over because they were the high rollers the ones that spend money.. but they were also associates of the cartel.

You bide your time, that's your specialty. You let the other girls who lean more submissive do their job, your job is to lure in the men or woman that for one night needs to be dominated. That needs to be out of control, needs to get away from reality and be put in another position another life where you dictate what goes on.

Finally one of them walk over to you, you recognize him. He's high up in the cartel, not under Escobar but he definitely has alot of knowledge. "So what's your poison." He looks you up and down. Hyper fixating on your boots, and the rope you have strapped to your garter on your thigh.

You reach into your clutch pulling out a collar with a leash attached to it.. "can mommy put this on you.?" Sí, he responds. Typically you're very good at blocking other things out around you to just focus on the moment with the customer but you notice a set of eyes your direction.

Javi is still surrounded by woman, but he looks bored, or maybe he is just evaluating the situation. whatever you didn't care, either way you just wanted him to stop staring and stay out of your way.

You pull the leash leading the man back to a secluded section. back here there are many things you can get into.

"Kneel"

you demanded as the man got on his knees.. "

"are you going to do what I ask.?"

You pull on the leash making the man wimper.. "sí.. " "sí who..?? Who am I.??"

He didn't answer so you pull the leash , and the man is now on all fours.

you smack the man with the tiny whip you have.. "YES WHO.." "mistress.. Sí mistress, tie me up." The man begging.

"You lack manners."

You hear footsteps coming your direction, but you're sure it's just another worker and a client. you were annoyed once you seen who.

Javi is now in the booth next to where you are. Sitting so he has eyes on you. Either this man is on to you, or the man you have on a leash.

"Because you were a bad boy mistress has to punish you. "Lay down." Man obeys. You caress his cheeks with the leather on your boots, toying with him..

"mistress is gonna step on you now, teach you manners as I am in charge. Next time you think to not call my name you will remember the weight and point of my boots onto your cheek.. the burning pleasure to be pinned to the ground looking up at my thighs begging to touch mistress but you can't."

You hear conversation in the background, javí just told the other girl to leave him because he was bored. But he stayed. Eyes locked in.

You step on the man's face, he cried in a rather contradictory moan, whether it was pain pleasure or both. You look away for a millisecond, Javi sitting legs open, swear you can see the bulge in his pants, smoking a cigarette watching you.

You look back to Javi, licking your lips caressing your own breast.. if he's gonna watch might as well make it worth it. Typically there is where you'd pry for information from customers but how can you do that with a fucking DEA agent right next to you.

Session ends, the man pays you. Invites you back to the house they have, it wasn't much information but it was something.

You clean up your props, and walk over to the bar they have back in this area. You have a brief conversation with the bartender, when the stool next to you becomes occupied.

"Whiskey neat, and whatever mistress is having." Javi smirks at you.

"Oh am I supposed to thank you now, does this work on all woman.?"

"Well considering you are big on manners, maybe you should thank me." Javi says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And maybe you should see.. uh what's your name? That I demand the manners around here not you."

"I'm Javi, but I think you knew that already..."

"excuse me.?"

"You heard me honey.. who are you.?"

"I am no one you need to worry about, here for that same reasons you are."

"I doubt that baby."

If you doubt that, why don't you cuff me right here.?"

You lean into him. Your lips hovering above his ear.

"So the mistress, is a switch.?" Javi cocks his head.

"Let's just say, I adapt" you take the shot and leave Javi at the bar.

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The shift ends and you head out for the evening. you exchange your latex, for a pair of bell bottom jeans and a tight black top.

It's late and you are debating on stalking the address that was given to you. You would take anything, even if was the most un useful piece of information. you just wanted to feel that this trip was worth it.

Fumbling with the keys to unlock the condo door , you were startled by a man sitting in the chair outside the door.

"How-"

not saying a word javi stands up, grabbing your throat pulling you into a kiss. Instantly heated.

Nothing behind it besides lust and possibly a common enemy. You reach down and grip javis hard bulge not even being discreet making Javi let out a groan.

"You like that. I can see how har-"

javis hand covers your mouth. "how about you let me in control baby, Open this door so I can fuck you."

You obliged.

Door swings open. Javi pushing you backwards through the condo, leading you to the bedroom. stripping you of every article of clothing every step you took, till you were left in your lace lingerie.

"Jesus Christ." He groans. I need you.

"Then fucking take me."

Javi throws you to your back on to the bed. he doesn't even take your panties off, he rips them in two. He grabs your things pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Javi sheds his pants no underwear under. which was so slutty for a man. And that ignited your want for him more.

As much as you hated to admit it ,since you seen him tonight a part of you wanted this.

He is rock hard, and the biggest cock you have ever seen, and let's face it.. you've seen your fair share.

Javi could see the thoughts by your facial expression.

"What baby, my cock too big..? You dish it but can't take it.?"

"I said fucking take me Javier"

and that's all it took.

No foreplay. No building up for his cock. He lines up with your entrance and shoves the full length if his cock into you.

"Hmmm, were you thinking of this all night, I seen you watching me "Javi said

"Is that why this pussy is so fucking wet. Were you thinking of how big you thought my cock was while you stepped on that piece of shit."

Your body arches and you go to move and Javi pulls you back with another thrust.

"Don't fucking move "he snarls, tell me you won't move. "

"I won't move.."

"say I won't move papi, and I will take your cock like a good girl."

You smirk. He thinks he can pull this off. But he doesn't realize how good at this you are. Say it, he demands. Slamming your cunt over , and over and over.

"Papi ah fuck." You move again.

This is a game to you. This sent Javi overboard. He shoves your legs above your head pining you to the point you can't move even if you wanted too. At this point you can't say anything besides scream.

"Javi Javi fuck I'm gonna cum , please papi."

Javi still has you pinned, his pace hasn't changed just completely running you. Javi grazes over your clit with his thumb, and he had you exactly where he wanted you.

you have came to the conclusion this battle you lost. Damn was he good.

"You wanna cum , baby..?"

"Yes papi I do, please don't make me beg."

"What if that's what I want.? What if I want you to feel what it's like.?" "

"Then make me beg Javier"

you could see it in his eyes when you called him Javier and not Javi. that it did something.

Javi pulled his cock out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, but his thumb stayed applying pressure to your clit, continuously edging you. He would get you right there and just stop. Javi did it again, looking at you straight in the eyes, as your eyes water begging for a release.

"Javier please, please fuck me, please make me cum, please give me all of your cock, I need it, papi pleas-"

Javi cuts you off by shoving his cock back in you. it took three thrusts for you to see black and be taken over by your orgasm. Javi didn't stop after you came.

"Hmmm so slutty begging for papi to make you cum, but you didn't think I was gonna stop after right..?"

You're unable to speak.

"I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy, so when you think you're in control.. you remember this, you remember begging for my cock. "Javi is thrusting furiously.

"Mhmmm fuck it's so good baby I won't even lie. I'm close."

"Javier cum for me, wherever you want."

"Wherever "he grunts.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum in this pussy I'm ruining you."

Javi has his release and he collapsed next to you.

"So you gonna tell me how you found me.?"

"Baby I work for the government it's not hard."

You pass out. when you wake up Javi is gone. All that remains of him is his tie he left.

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6 months later

You ended up scoring an internship at a tabloid magazine It's a political based. You told the boss about your knowledge on the cartel and events in Miami connecting to Colombia. he told you that you have 3 months to come up with a story that would change the world. All the dirt. On the cartel. On the government. EVERYTHING. He booked you on the next flight out to Colombia.

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It's been about a week since you have been here. You ran into a DEA agent yesterday. Steve .. you think that's his name. you ease dropped as steve and his wife had dinner. Siping on your wine, acting oblivious.

Dressed like any other woman alone in here. Then you heard the name ... Javier.

You got the bare minimum, Steve and Javi are partners. Trying to pay attention to the conversation you were interrupted by the ache between your thighs.

remembering that night you shared. That ever since nothing has even came close to what you had with Javi.

You wonder if he knows you are here, how easy it was last time for him to find you.. I mean you have been here for a week already.

Dinner was useless, you go back to your hotel, there's girls out working the corner and you think maybe you go that route. Befriend one of them, maybe get them to introduce you to their pimp, because everything that happens here leads to Escobar.

You gave up for the night. exhaustion sets in and jet lag. Just when you were about to sleep your phone rings.

"Hello"

"hey it's the office, boss said he got you a meeting at the U.S agency in the morning, some DEA agent is willing to speak."

Who you have a name.?"

"No that's all I know, just be there 8:30 am. "Okay got it thank you."

The next morning

You didn't sleep. You laid awake thinking of every possible scenario. Then back to how Javi had you pinned. then back to how the hell you are gonna pull this off.

You pulled on your skirt, button up blouse with your lace bra slightly peaking through.

You arrive to the agency about 10 mins early.

"Miss.."the receptionist says.. "they are ready for you."

"Great , thank you."

You walk back and they lead you to an office. They seat you at two desks pushed together.

"Morning, how are you.?" I'm Steve. He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Good morning, thank you for meeting with me. My boss said he spoke to you.?"

"Yes when I was In Miami I knew him pretty well, he reached out saying he had journalist over here undercover putting something together."

"That's great I really do appreciate it, I'm lowkey I'll stay out of your way, just anything you can tell me before other journalists know would be incredible. I'm really trying to make a name-" you feeeze.

Javi walks in.

"Oh by the way, this is my partner Javier pená. Javi this is a friend of a friend from Miami. "

"Miami.. "Javi trails off with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah that's right jav, you went there a few months ago.. her boss said she has some inside information about what's going on there, that she was undercover."

"I know. "Javi replies.

You know.? Steve asks confused..

"Javi you didn't.. "

"we did.. hello Javier." You smirk.

•

You leave the embassy, it went well.. well as well as it could.

Steve and Javi seem like they will cooperate with you.

You go to the coffee shop across the street needing the pick me up. You choose to sit in the corner by the window so you can watch outside. But still be discreet.

Javier is outside smoking a cigarette. tight jeans, button up shirt, aviators on and that mustache you just wanna stratal but you won't.

You aren't giving in this time, this is strictly business. Lost in thought your startled by a chair being pulled out.

"What are you exactly doing here." Javi's tone very stern.

"I told you this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me in Miami.?" he questioned.

"Well we didn't exactly do alot of talking, and I just figured you put something together of who I was or you just didn't care... I didn't think I would ever see you again. Or I would even be here."

Javi stars at you, his hands linger under the table, as he touches your thighs moving it up under your skirt.

"No javier. I'm not messing this up, this is strictly business."

You let out a tiny whimper only you and him could hear in this crowded shop.

He continues stopping between your thighs grazing over your panties. Already becoming wet.

"You help me... I help you.." Javi whispers.

Javi moves your panties back sticking two fingers gently in.

"Javi we are in public. Ah-"

"shh baby. No one is paying attention. "

You couldn't believe what was going on. you of all people don't kink shame or judge any situation. But this is different.

He makes you completely submissive.

You are letting this man finger you in a coffee shop.

"Javier "you spoke his name with a light moan.

Finally snapping back to reality you grab his hand shoving it away.

"Goodbye Javier." You left not uttering another word.

•

A few days go by, it's been slow. News on the tv of another bombing, but this one was the most devastating.

Rumors of sending agents back to the states fly around.

You haven't heard too much from Javi, honestly you haven't heard from him at all besides what Steve tells you. one of the girls downstairs mentioned that a girl she knows gives Javi information, which you knew what that meant. oddly it made you so fucking jealous.

It's getting late In the evening and there is a knock at your door. You peep out the peep hole and who it is just infuriated you.

"What the fuck do you want Javier. Shouldn't you be with one of your informants."

You go to turn away from him and he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

"I'm here aren't I. Javi looks at you with dark eyes.

"Why." You let him come in.

"Because I need something from you."

"You tried this the other day, Javi if you want sex there is tons of woman here, go do that I am busy.. "

javi comes behind you, breath hot on your ear.

"I could have any of them, but that's not what I want.. what I need.." his voice sounding desperate.

"Javi pussy is pussy... just go.."

Javi nibbles your neck leaving you whimpering.

"I need something.."

"Fine Javi, what is it.?"

"I need the mistress."

You turn around fast to look at him, not saying a word, you take off javis tie.

"Okay. Get naked. And don't fucking speak."

•

You strip. You have on a black silk lingerie set. Javi is now naked laying in the middle of the bed. You grabbed some things out of your bag, rope, and the tie Javi left in Miami.

"Are you missing this..?"

You trail it down his body, chest, to stomach to across his cock.

Javi reaches to touch your ass.

"did I tell you that you you'll touch me." You smack his hand.

" No", he replies. Breath shakey.

"No who.?"

"No mistress.."

"good boy,i have to punish you okay. You disobeyed me.

"Okay mistress."

"Good.. hand above your head."

You take javis hands, bound them together with one of his ties. You tie him to the mental bed frame.

"Do you know how many times, I've touched myself with your tie, wishing I could grind my pussy on you how I was on the tie does it feel good knowing you make me weak."

Javi groans.. hips bucking..

"This is really my punish-"

you smack him across the face.

"Once again did I say you could fucking speak.?"

Javis eyes dark, with need, for lust, for control.

"It's killing you isn't it, to be in the other end.. but this is why you asked for right.. tell me.."

"it is mistress.." Javi breathless, unable to speak more than that.

"good boy.."

you start kissing him. Working your way, down his jaw to his neck down his body, to the tip of his cock.

Javi groans.

"You utter a word.."

"or what.." Javi manages to speak.

you crawl up his body positioning his face between your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck your face, like I fucked your tie. My pussy is the only thing your mouth is good for."

You plop your self down on Javi pulling your panties aside meeting his warm hungry tongue, swirling over your clit, sucking licking flicking every sensitive spot like his life depends on it, which it kinda did.

you rock your hips, you both meeting a rhythm, when it took over you. Grinding on his mustache lost on the lust and the feeling of control.

He's addictive.

You feel your release building but you can't give in, you need to drag this out.

" I've thought about this all day, riding your mustache , coving it in my squirt."

Javi curses under his breath.

" I heard that."

He moans continues devoring your pussy. "Fuck Javier"

he groans again.

As you feel yourself leak all on him, you pull your self down to taste yourself on his mouth.. he's kissing you with such need, such want. You can still feel his body language that he craves being in control that he needs to let that go.

"Mistress.." Javi shakily says between kisses.

"You redeemed yourself, Javier.. but we aren't quite finished."

You move between his thighs, you grab his cock stroking it, twitching with every little move. It was so hard that it looked almost painful. You put his cock in your mouth no warning and the most animal like moan left this man's body. You bob your head up and down, shoving it in your throat as far as you can. Gagging on it covering him in your spit.

You gently squeeze on his balls and his whole body twitches.

"Javier you are holding out on me, fucking let go."

Javi groans. "Mistress, I need you. Please."

"Please what Javier"

"God damn it woman, I need you to fuck me I've had a shitty-"

You cock your head.

"And who is in fucking control.? I am. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you.. you asked for this."

And that's when it hits you. You want to submit to him so bad and just make his day better, but maybe in a way he needs this as a lesson. You need to stay strong. Because as bad as he wants you to fuck him you want to fuck him more.

"You want me to fuck you huh..? Okay fine."

You climb on top of Javi, sliding his cock inside your wetness. You bounce up and down taking every single inch. your ass slapping against his thighs. You lean back to a slight arch to take him even deeper and to an angle that hits your clit slightly. Lost completely on riding him you were taken by completely surprise when a hand was now wrapped around your throat.

Javi has untied the bound. This man is insane.

"Javier" you moan.

Javi grips your throat tighter.

"You are a switch.. I knew it." He growls.

"Only for you..."

Javi reaches up cupping your cheek as you continue to ride him. His thumb brushes your lips and you gently suck on it. You feel yourself tighten around him.

"Fucking tight, clenching all around my cock."

"Javier.. fuck- oh my- "

"Say the words baby..."

You knew exactly the words he needed, wanted to hear.

"Fuck me Javier" "fuck me papi."

Javi growled picking you up. Flipping you on to your back. Not wasting anytime Javi pumped inside you, every thrust kissing your cervix.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. that attitude.. the whimpers when your pussy clinches on my cock. Months it's been on my mind." Javi grunts slamming his cock in and out.

"Javier- mhmmm-"

"That cock feels good doesn't it baby, you and I we are one and the same.. craving control but losing it at the same time."

Something about him slamming his cock in you but saying these things were pulling you to the edge, there is something here, something you don't know if either one of you would explore but for now this is what it was.

Javi looks down at you, his face inches from yours. You gave in to your intrusive thoughts, hands in his hair pulling him into your kiss. Javi gives in, moving one of your legs to wrap around him keeping him as close you you as possible, this kiss was different. Still hungry but in a different way.

"Javier I-" you let out a loud moan as Javi circles your clit sending you over the edge.

"I know baby-" Javi grunts and you feel him spill inside you.

Javi collapses on you, and you get Deja vu.

"Are you gonna leave me again." You ask

"I don't think I can this time. I don't think I can leave you ever again." Javi sighs.

"In what world Javier does this work.?"

"The world where we only submit to one another and that's this one."

[sovenusian]

Matured Energy of Each Sun Sign

(does not to relate to what age you are.)

A matured Aries is a master communicator and story teller, they can easily pull and hold the attention of the crowd on them, only this time it is to shine light on something beyond them, and it's usually the wisdom they have gathered on their spiritual journey of having the self as the center of their wants and needs.

A matured Taurus is the tamed bull. They become much more calm and understanding of ways of life and mindsets differing from their own, and don't feel the need to make known, how thorough their stances on their beliefs are. They loosen up a bit, like a Cane Corso allowing a rambunctious chihuahua to feign dominance.

A matured Gemini uses the seemingly fractured personality to create genius works and can masterfully connect with any age group or walk of life. They respect they are the embodiment of "I have an idea" but on drugs (lol) and live in that truth. They don't provide tolerance for what they do not like around them.

A matured Cancer stopped being petty and stops wading in the murky waters of emotional manipulation, and starts wielding these energies as gift, for others. You may not find a more generous, selfless, nurturing being. They have the strength to grow other people and bring what's dead back to life.

A matured Leo finally takes more pride in the impact of it's works, more than the ability to do them or be recognized for being the one to do them. They enjoy showing the character traits that truly make them beautiful. The humility they acquire despite having achieved a great deal of refinement, is what becomes what makes them shine at their brightest.

A matured Virgo learned to put themselves, their hearts truly first. Their dutiful and ambitious drives have taught them their accompanying lessons, which are to allow yourself to relax, you are enough, you really are so damn dope, and comparing your output to the logistics was a stressful way to live and that is, the past. It's a death to criticism and a birth to healthy analyzation.

A matured Libra has learned how to be in love with love, in a healthy way. In love with Real Love; with the raw energy and authenticity of it's energy, that way when humans and opportunities come around that claim to be Love, they can be distinguishing and keep their own heart set on what they have learned to be it's truth. They have mastered detachment.

A matured Scorpio has adjusted their perspective, placing the abilities of being extremely passionate and emotionally intense, only in situations that don't create more chaos. Their lifelong journey for true power has moved them into a space where they are more settled and accomplished. They learn the rhythm of life and can finally become selfless, and this is where their energy is truly it's most powerful.

A matured Sagittarius is the ember stage of fire; warm, spreading and long lasting. The knowledge and philosophies acquired over the years are now steeped, grounded in substance and embedded in a person that can finally sit down long enough, and have the patience, to share it's inspirations. Their habit to be generous and spreading have switched out it's impulsive nature for selectivity and self- preservation.

A matured Capricorn drops the shrewdness, and can be an exemplified patriot of what they stood for when they initially started their ambitious climb of hard earned success. They realize just because they are the goats, does not mean anybody and everything are the rocks and steps to ascend upon, and they warm their heart up enough to trust others with their vulnerabilities. They retire their need to be serious for the upholding of the many responsibilities all Capricorns are dealt, and they let that beautiful ability to entertain and bring joy be what they now lead and corale others with.

A matured Aquarius honors the unbeaten path they chose and created by tooth and nail, by sharing with others the lessons learned from it. Their ability to be friendly and connect with anyone, becomes more filled out, & it becomes harder for them to be perceived as disingenuous, because they can now choose the role they'll play in the life of every individual they meet, and share the gems needed like the sages they were born to be. They feel the freedom to become even more obscure.

A matured Pisces is a vessel of universal love. They spend their lives being a collage of all the human personality could offer, from kind to cruel, yielding to stubborn, and they take each lesson from their colorful experiences, and only extract the most optimistic, high frequency wisdom from them. They keep their mystery while their ability to impart love to others unfolds endlessly.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Favorite Season 6 fics

So these used to be called "Fic recs for my BFF", but unfortunately I was unable to sway her to buddie, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ these are just for me now (and you guys too I guess 😅)

Season 6

🔥Curl Up in My Heart and Let Me Keep You by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Animal Transformation | 10K | Teen): When an orange tabby cat starts hanging around the Diaz house, Eddie doesn't think anything of it. The little guy's cute and cuddly, and seems to always know when Eddie's having a bad time. Weird how the cat's never around when Buck is, though.

🔥let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-Coma AU | 54K | Explicit): “It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

🔥like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): The kid with blood pouring down his shins is not so far from the dog lonely enough that he thinks breaking his housetraining is worth it for the ten minutes of berating that come with it, the ten minutes of undivided, if reluctant, attention. Buck thinks, sometimes, that at least he wasn’t the kind of puppy that gets put in a sack and drowned at birth. He wasn’t always unwanted. And he isn’t anymore. or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

🔥Something Dumb to Do by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 8K | Explicit): "Too bad we can't just date each other." Eddie laughs. "What?" "No, I'm serious!" Buck sets his beer down, the better to gesture with both hands, face lighting up, and Eddie just—he really loves the guy, okay. Ridiculous as he is. "It would be so much easier! You wouldn't have to introduce a new person to Chris—he already likes me anyway—and you could tell Pepa so she'll stop setting you up on dates that don't go anywhere—" "And what would you get out of this?" Eddie asks, grinning. — Or: Buck and Eddie try something out together. (Part 1 of homeward bound)

🔥find a way to you (if it kills me) by foxwatson/ @eddiediazes (Post S6E13: Mixed Feelings, Pining | 19K | Mature): It’s something about the way Eddie phrases it. Something about the combination of his words and the way he’s staring down at the floor, and the flush in his cheeks and the way he’s fidgeting. Buck thinks, abruptly, he’s going to ask me on a date. “Well I - wanted to tell you first, and I need someone to watch Chris, anyways - I know he’s getting old enough now he doesn’t like feeling like he’s got a babysitter, so I was hoping - sorry. Not the point. Uh. I have a date on Saturday.” Just as abruptly as his own hopes had come soaring up above the cloud cover of his own unawareness - they go crashing back down to the floor - to the basement, and into the mud. “A date?” Buck rasps out. — the one where eddie decides to start dating again, buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief

🔥Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel, Post-S6, Getting Together | 80K | Teen): When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica.

🔥 Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Coma AU, Multiverse | 58K | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

🔥 Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 62K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

🔥 where all of the people dancing and clapping would greet me with such warmth by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Season 6, Magical Realism | 15K | Mature): In the fall, Buck begins to disappear. (or: Buck can see that people become transparent when they're about to die) (Part 2 of All I Am, All That I Am)

🔥 Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): "I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie? You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

🔥 situations, circumstances, miscommunications ( i just may like some explanations ) by heartbeatdiaz / @lonelychicago (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 4K | Teen): "You didn't know?" Eddie asks, calmer but not less confused. He frowns. "How could you not know?" "You never said anything?" Buck tilts his head to the side. "We were dating?” “I guess not,” Eddie sighs. His heart is beating a little faster, an unpleasant buzz beneath his skin as he all but chokes on a feeling he can’t quite name— it could be hurt or disappointment or maybe a mix of both. In that moment, he knows three things very clearly. 1. Buck is going to be the death of him. 2. He is in love with the most dense, most oblivious man on planet Earth. 3. He is too gay and, honestly, too old for this shit.

🔥listen to you breathing (is where I wanna be) by Yavilee/ @theladyyavilee (Presumed Dead | 41K | Teen): The thing is – and Eddie should have known this, has been taught this cruel lesson over and over and over again – the thing is most of the time the worst day of your life will start like just any other day. A million small moments, so familiar and mundane you almost don’t even notice them slipping by - until you would give anything to go back and get just one more. (You can’t.) — Or the one where Buck is presumed dead after a building collapse and Eddie has to live through the reminder that tomorrow isn't promised to anyone

🔥Eddie Diaz vs The Feelings by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (Season 6, Sexuality Crisis, Demisexual Eddie | 62K | Explicit): Eddie dives into the mysteries of attraction, romantic love, and asexuality because there's a good chance he's fallen in love with his best friend. AKA demisexual!Eddie figures out he’s demi and finds the happily ever after he’s been longing for

🔥tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): "Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin. "Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug." Two things happen at once then: Eddie has to plaster on a smile authentic enough to convince the one person on this planet that knows him inside out—except he doesn't really have to fake his smile, not at first, because of number two—he sees groom-Buck for the first time. And groom-Buck is every bit as beautiful as Eddie might have imagined him over the years. For a moment, Eddie falls into the greatest betrayal his brain has ever laid out for him, imagining that he might have got to see Buck like this for the first time from the other end of the aisle— (OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

🔥 Muscle Memory by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6, Amnesia AU | 40K | Teen): After a disappointment in his personal life, Buck wakes up one morning to find everyone he loves has forgotten him completely. No memories. No recognition. Almost like he was never really there.

🔥 but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-S6, Time Loop | 28K Mature): He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.

🔥 a blaze in the dark by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Post-S6, Eddie Coming Out | 117K | Explicit): Set post-Season 6, where Buck has inadvertently sacrificed his friendship with Eddie in order to focus on his new relationship with Natalia, and is shocked when Eddie comes out to the team and subsequently reveals that he is dating a guy.

AUs

🔥Nothing Left But You by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU, Post-S4E13: Suspicion | 27K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.

🔥 Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent - Supernatural Elements, Ghost Buck | 67K | Explicit): When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

🔥like when the sun came out by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Canon Divergent, Ghosts | 39K | Mature): He completely pulls the charger from the wall as he fumbles to put in his passcode. He doesn’t know who to call first. Everyone is busy, carrying on with their lives and Buck is stuck here in the loft with the terrifying ghost of his childhood like an omen. Out of the corner of his eye he catches the Crooked Smiled Man now standing in the dark entrance way to his bathroom. He swallows around the taste of blood in his mouth, hands shaking, useless as his list of contacts blur beneath the burn of tears. Eddie Eddie Eddie. He doesn’t know where the feeling comes from, but it’s sudden and sharp and excruciating. Eddie is the first name at the top of his list, his most recent calls and texts, and he doesn’t hesitate to hit the call button. [or buck can see ghosts au]

🔥All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.

🔥 Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 50K | Explicit): Once, Eddie chose to save a newly turned against his better judgment. Five hundred years ago, Buck was saved by a rescuer he thought was a hallucination. Now they're together again and about to find out just how far either of them will go to try and deny what they are to each other.

🔥 let it pour out of your soul series by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Magical Realism AU, Witch Eddie | 3 works | 71K | Complete):

collectively unconsciously composed (S4E6: Jinx | 46K | Explicit): Or: in which the author re-watched Buck Begins and Jinx and thought: what if this was gayer and had actual magic?

that systematic drug (PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie’s mouth goes dry when he opens the door and sees Buck. He’s clean-shaven and with his hair carefully styled back, smiling at Eddie sweetly and a little teasingly. Buck is wearing his dark jeans and his light blue v-neck polo shirt, the one that’s tight enough that it shows off the bulge of his biceps and the definition of his pecs and abs. Eddie knows this shirt. Buck's favourite, because he knows he looks good in it.

something binding us together (Established Buddie | 20K | Teen): Or: Eddie plans a long-avoided visit to his parents, discovers some things about his magic, and begins to build his family a home in LA's witching community.