#and ofc there’s the jealousy how could we forget the jealousy

[twinkskeletons]

okay first off, love you <333 and secondly, it’s gonna. well i can’t promise it’s gonna get better tomorrow or next week but it might, you never know!!! that’s the thing about us (rock bottom sue eye cide craving 20-somethings), things can’t really get much worse anyway so! the only way is up! (<- me forcing myself into optimism so i don’t kms)

what i can promise is that your life isn’t meaningless, waking up isn’t meaningless, getting up isn’t meaningless. hell, staying in bed isn’t meaningless. not in the context of your life, and the things happening around you. and if you think about the context of the universe then all of it is meaningless anyway so might as well reduce it down until you find meaning! otherwise what would be the point of art and literature and music and nature? it’s not gonna matter in the end, but it matters NOW. and so do you. bc how else are you gonna experience all that?

“inherent worth to your life” arguments never worked on me, honestly, and neither did “but the ppl whose lives you make better :(“ ones (they might for you!!!) bc literally they don’t exist really, but what did work on me is realising that kms would mean i wouldn’t get to look at stuff anymore. not read nor write nor listen to music nor rain nor poetry nor watch films and sunrises and birds nesting and the way the sky darkens and the moon. the moon! that big ass rock! illuminated by another’s light and yet the most beautiful thing to lift your eye to! im a bit of a romantic so you know. that worked on me. has been working for like, half a decade now. so you reallllllllllllly gotta find the argument that works on you.

cause there’s stuff that’s important to you, right? reduce it down to that, if you have to, for now, even if it’s one thing. love that one thing with everything you have. it’s gonna get easier to breathe. so breathe. breathe when it’s easy, and breathe extra hard when it’s hard. i believe in you!!!!!!!! “meaning” is so fucking vague anyway. who decides that shit!!! who cares!!! the most important part is that inside you there’s a beating heart whose pumping is testament to the love you feel for whatever it is. there’s meaning in that, i can definitely promise that.

this got. extraordinarily long. so im sorry for giving you the choice to read all that cause really, you don’t have to. but i hope it helps, like, just a little, to recategorize and breaaatheeeeeee. xo

waugh this is so nice thank u :’) i think my biggest problem is that im just. so alone and that will never change and can really only get worse when my entire family disowns me for being trans. only time i talk to people im not related to is when im threatening suicide on tumblr lolll and i kind of dont know how to interact with people outside of that anymore.. not sure i ever did actually my experience with the three friends i made in high school was sitting and listening to them talk to each other and never saying anything myself which. doesn’t really translate to online very well. ur right though there are at least two things i care abt my dogs and my art so i guess i just need 2 really focus on those 👍 keep making merch and planning that potential artist alley table

[tanniefm]

all mine | jjk (m)

summary - after a heated argument in the car, jungkook makes sure to set you straight in the only way he knows how.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - smut/minor angst, established relationship

word count - 1.5k

song inspo - all mine by brent faiyaz (but also seven cause FUCKKKKKKK)

warnings - jealousy and misunderstandings, lowkey sexual harassment (not from jk ofc), explicit language (especially calling kook out his name 🫣), angry car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex (yes yes bad we know), creampie, reader says sorry while she gets fucked and jk like doesn’t care 😭, they love each other a lot still

a/n - heard the explicit ver of seven and my jaw dropped and pussy started throbbing and this is the result of that :)

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Jungkook is having the worst possible time right now. When he came home from the studio this evening, he fully expected to see you laid out on the couch watching some random show in those tiny little pajamas he likes. He’d forget all his stress and the minor headache he’s had for the past hour and squeeze, and kiss, and touch his pretty girl to his heart’s content. He did not account for the fact that you’d be slipping into a form-fitting dress and fussing over how long it would take to do your hair and makeup.

“Um…where are you going?” he asks with a raised brow. “To the company dinner I told you about, remember? I told you about it before you left.” Jungkook does not in fact remember. How could he when his dick was stuffed down your throat and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head? But that was earlier, and this is now.

“Oh. Should I like, change or..” he trails off. In all honesty, he really didn’t want to go, he knows if he said as much you’d be completely fine with him staying home, the problem is he doesn’t want you to go either. You look over at him and see his cute little pout. You had a feeling he'd act this way, he had a tendency to be needy for your presence. You always found it endearing though, he was like a clingy puppy at times.

“Yes baby, wear something nice please, it's business casual but you know I can't pass up an opportunity to get dolled up,” you wink. He sighs wistfully and goes into your shared closet to find an acceptable dress shirt. Since your dress is gray he felt it was only right to wear a gray shirt with a black blazer overtop and some freshly pressed black slacks. You always call him corny when he tries to coordinate his outfits with yours but he knows you secretly love it. All he can do is hope the dinner is short so he can end the night with both of you fucked out in bed.

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He really tried to have a good time, honestly. You seemed to be making it very hard for him, however (both literally and figuratively). He couldn’t seem to stop staring at how good you looked in your dress, the way his hands itched to caress your curves drove him insane. And not to mention how everytime you’d politely laugh at whatever your coworker was saying, your boobs would jiggle like they were purposely trying to taunt him. If Jungkook had his way, he would’ve taken you in the restaurant bathroom by now, but he promised before you two left to be good. But you just make it so, so hard for him.

“_____? Oh my god, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” You turn to see the source of the familiar voice only to find an old friend from high school. “Chris? Holy shit I didn’t know you worked here! I’m good, it feels like we haven’t talked in forever,” you say cheerily. Jungkook slightly furrows his brow, Chris? You never mentioned a Chris before. As he watched the two of you catch up, he couldn’t help but notice the dark look in Chris’ eye. The way he seemed to look down at your breasts and ass more than he did your eyes. He knew exactly what that look meant, and he had no intention of watching him continue on with it. What especially irritated him was how naive you seemed to be to it. How could you not see that Chris wasn’t listening to a word you said? But the last straw was seeing him lean in for a hug and watching his hands slowly but surely make their way to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass.

“Ok that’s enough,” Jungkook said gruffly. He tugged you out of his arms and swiftly pulled you along out of the restaurant. “Jungkook what the fuck?” You were honestly surprised he was handling you like this, who the fuck does he think he is to be gripping on your arm like you’re some kind of bad child?

“Get in the car,” he says sternly. He must’ve lost his damn mind. “Excuse me?” Where was this coming from? Just a second ago he seemed fine, why is he acting so pissy all of a sudden? “What the fuck is your problem Jungkook? What are you so mad about?” you ask desperately. He says nothing as he opens the passenger’s door and waits for you to get in. You scoff and sit down, rolling your eyes while doing so. He always hated when you rolled your eyes at him, and frankly, it was pissing him off even more. But it’s ok. He knows how to get that little bratty attitude you had to go away.

He gets into his seat and takes a deep breath. “So. You and Chris seem close huh,” he says calmly. You raise a brow and look at him with utter confusion. “Uh no, not really. I haven’t talked to him since I graduated,” you reply. He gives a huff of laughter and shakes his head. “Then why exactly was he giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes baby?” Realistically he knows he’s being overdramatic. Chris was obviously being a creep and you just so happened to be the person he set his eyes on. But Jungkook’s been annoyed the whole night, and it seemed like this was the catalyst for his patience.

“How should I know? It’s not like I was purposely trying to seduce him!” you say exasperatedly. This is ridiculous! Does he think you wanted to make him jealous or something? For what? He was making zero sense right now, and all it was doing was making you angry.

You two went back and forth for what couldn’t be more than 10 minutes before saying something you knew you should’ve never said. “Fuck Jungkook, why are you being such a little bitch right now,” you exclaim, annoyed. His eyes widen slightly before his entire face hardens. You’ve never seen him look so serious. “Come here.” He leans his seat back slightly and looks at you expectantly. “Baby I-“ “I wasn’t asking,” he interrupts. You’re so fucked.

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“Fuu-uu-uuuck m’ sorry! M’ so sorry!” you cry out into the steadily rocking car. Jungkook grips your hips tight as he pulls you up and down on his fat dick. “Sorry? Oh, but I thought I was a bitch? What happened baby?” he grunts. This is exactly what he needed. He's been pent up ever since he got home and he needed to pound into this tight cunt to relieve all this pent-up stress he’s been feeling.

“N-no! Didn’t mean it I promise daddy, promise!” Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. You’re so fucking close. He’s hitting your g-spot with precision, angling his hips in just the right way to take you over the edge. His big, strong hands move down to your behind and grab each globe. He holds you still and pistons into you with an ever-growing speed.

“Don’t give this pussy to anyone else, do you hear me? he pants as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Whose pussy is this?” he questions. “It’s yours, daddy! Yours yours yours, no one else’s!” you moan out. His moans start raising in pitch as he works his throbbing length in and out of you. Your wetness staining his dress pants and his seat. “Uhhhh fuckkk I’m almost there princess I’m right there hold on baby,” he babbles.

You bring your hands to the back of his neck to lift his head to yours, making sure those pretty doe eyes of his look directly into yours. “C'mon, daddy. Cum in your pussy,” you say seductively. His eyes shut tightly as he lets out a loud whine. His hips still and press into you as deep as your walls will allow him as he paints them white. Feeling his warmth overflow from inside of you triggers your orgasm right away, you tuck your head into his neck as you sob and shake.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and kisses your head repeatedly as you both breathe heavily and try to bring yourselves down from the intense moment. He squeezes you into his arms as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t have a strong hold on you. His kisses go down to your face where he peppers them all over your cheeks and lips, whispering how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

“I love you so much ____ please don’t ever leave me,” he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and look at him incredulously. “Baby…why would I leave you?” you ask softly. “I just…I don't know. I guess I got a little insecure back at the restaurant. I know it's stupid but, for a second it really seemed like I was losing you.” he explains sadly. You frown and give him a long, heartfelt kiss. “Koo baby, I don't even think about anyone else when I have you. You're all I need.” He blushes and grants you his precious bunny smile.

“My big jealous baby, you know I love you.” ♡

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Tokyo Revengers Headcanons

・❥・Mistuya Takashi・❥・

✶ He is literal dream boyfriend for sure. He's handsome, cute, kind, stylish and whatnot. Who wouldn't want him? I mean, there already are many girls in his school simping for him.

✶ Of course, despite that, he only has his eyes for you.

✶ He proves that he loves you through actions and words. He's always sincere when telling you how much you mean to him.

✶ His sisters love you so much! They always ask him to take them at your place, or if he bring you with him.

✶ He loves kissing your forehead.

✶ He's not bold enough to flirt with you in public or anything. He just holds your hand, talking or listening to you.

✶ He loves riding his bike with you! Tho he can't often ride with you when it's late, considering the fact that he has sisters to take care of.

✶ He makes sure everyone in his school, especially in his fashion club, knows that you two are dating.

✶ He takes you to home, to school and to literally anywhere you want.

✶ He loves choosing outfits for you and you also ask him for help when you don't know what to wear and my god, he never disappoints.

✶ He takes you on dates literally every time he can.

✶ He never involves you in Toman business and rarely takes you with him when there's a meeting. He HATES involving you in type of gang stuff. That's because he doesn't want you to get hurt.

✶ Of course he introduces you to his friends. Mikey, Draken, Baji, Hakkai, Yuzuha, Takemichi, Nahoya and Souya, Pah and Peh..You're especially close to Yuzuha and Hakkai tho.

✶ He loves going on shoppings with you.

✶ He's the most supportive boyfriend someone could have.

・❥・Chifuyu Matsuno・❥・

✶ Let's get the priorities straight, you love Peke-J and Peke-J loves you so much.

✶He often sends you cats memes/videos. Like he's such a cat lover.

✶We all know that he's not very good at date ideas. He always surprises you with his silly things he thought about but it's actually so cute to see him so determined to surprise you and make sure you enjoy the date.

✶He's so interested in fighting and all, so he often talks about it and Toman. Ofc his entire personality isn't based on that tho.

✶When I say that he has most silly yet best ways to cheer you up, I mean it. This guy will immediately make you smile, no matter how bad your day will be.

✶He loves seeing you in his clothes. Like he LOVES it when you wear his jacket or hoodie.

✶Since Takemichi has a girlfriend, Chifuyu sometimes finds himself asking him for advice. Other times, he's taking ideas from mangas.

✶Oh and you two literally just cuddle, blanket over you two, popcorn in hand and watching animes with so much interest.

✶He's not really jealous type but I can see him getting jealous sometimes. He'd be all pouty at that time, trying to brush his jealousy off.

✶He was shy at first but he became bolder as time passed by.

✶He confessed first. (Dare I say that he had to practice for 36354th times with Baji, Takemichi and probably even asked Draken/Kawata Twins for help.)

✶He loves when you fall asleep on him.

✶When you two finally gathered courage to kiss each other, that's exactly when Peke-J crawled on both of you.

✶He NEVER forgets important days such as your birthday, white day, valentine and etc. And he has very...Interesting ideas for gifts<3

[redrose10]

Hiii I would like to request number 7 For Namjoon from the list. Was thinking some angst-to-fluff fight over his jealousy of a guy friend or smth but ofc your choice <333

I hope this is okay!

#7 Just Trust Me

Warnings: Very slightly suggestive at the end

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The hum of the engine was the only noise disrupting the silence between you and Namjoon as the driver pulled up to your apartment complex. As soon as the vehicle came to a stop he stormed out slamming the door behind him.

“I’m so sorry about him. Thank you for getting us home safely.”, you apologized handing the driver a tip before exiting the vehicle yourself.

Namjoon was waiting infront of the elevator refusing to look your way as you both entered and pressed the button to go up.

“Seriously Namjoon? Just because you are upset for some reason doesn’t mean you can treat others so poorly. You were completely out of line treating the driver like that.”

You watched as his jaw clenched and he sucked his cheeks in, but he said nothing. Instead walking out of the elevator and entering your shared apartment allowing the door to shut behind him.

Okay, now your blood was boiling. You searched your apartment finding him sitting on the couch staring out of the large window at the city below.

You took a step closer ready to give him an earful when you heard it. The faintest sound of a sniffle. Then he reached up and wiped away at his right eye before taking a deep breath.

Instantly all of the anger you had disappeared. In all the years your been together you’d never seen him cry.

Quietly you walked over taking a seat beside him.

“Hey why are you so upset?”, you questioned helping him to wipe away at the tears.

He shook his head, “Nothing it’s dumb.”

“It can’t be that dumb if it’s making you this upset. Please talk to me.”

He took a deep breath to try and steady his voice, “I just…I uh…You and Jae.”

“What about me and Jae?”

“He likes you Y/N.”

“No he doesn’t. Don’t be so silly. We’re just good friends.”

Namjoon shook his head, “I see the way he looks at you. The way his eyes follow your movements. He likes you. He held your hand for five seconds.”

“Okay well the lady at the coffee shop held my hand for six seconds yesterday so should I ask her when the wedding is?”

“Forget it.”, he mumbled trying to get up, but you stopped him, “No Joonie I’m sorry. I just don’t know why you’re so upset about this.”

“Because sometimes I think you like him too. I saw the way your face lit up when we saw him at the restaurant today. Sometimes I think you’d rather be with him. Maybe he’ll be better to you than I could ever be.”

Quickly you turned his face to look at you, “Absolutely not. I love him but in a different way than I love you Namjoon. Even if he did like me like that I would never allow anything to form from it. You are my everything and no one will ever come in between that. I got excited when I saw him because I haven’t seen him in a while. I see you everyday and honestly even that’s not enough because I want to be with you every minute of every hour of every day. I’m sorry if I made you jealous tonight but that was never my intention. Just trust me. Nothing like that is going on between us.”

He thought over your words for a moment before leaning over to bury his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I let jealousy get the best of me and I ruined the dinner because I got so angry.”

You smirked as the thought of an angry Namjoon and how hot he looked that evening came to your mind so you grabbed his hand pulling him down the hall towards the bedroom, “Come on. I know of a way you can make it up to me.”

[ch4nb4ng]

Over the Eight seas: Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader

Word Count: 7.1k (yeah i kinda got carried away...)

Genre: enemies to lovers

Note: Ok idk how this is gonna go... feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3 I am going to make this into a series tbh.. we will see @j-0ne25 here u go !!

Summary: You’re the head lifeguard, and he’s the cocky subordinate that does everything he can to make sure you know who’s really the boss: yes, everything.

Over the 8 seas masterlist

Being a lifeguard was a long time dream of yours from childhood. The beach was somewhere you grew up, holding many special and fond memories. It’s how you got to where you are now, head of the Bondi beach lifeguard association. Being in charge of one of the most famous beaches in the world was not an easy task. It involved hiring, training, firing and just maintaining lifeguard reputation and overall quality. It wasn't an easy job, nevertheless, you were grateful that you could be by the sea; that’s all that mattered to you.

You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.

You had your fair share of different lifeguards. The sweet ones who were very professional, sweet ones who had no idea, the average ones, and then the ones that were just plain arrogant, knew they were good at the job and just flaunted it. He was one of them. Always prancing around half naked ‘accidentally’ forgetting/misplacing his yellow shirt. He was incorrigible, but he was the best lifeguard at Bondi, apart from you ofc course. Hyunjin was a menace, and learning how to manage him might be your greatest task of all.

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The sea was choppy on a windy day like today, typical of a March weekend. Guards were on high alert, and the space between the two flags was very small, meaning that there wasn’t much safe area to swim in. Nonetheless, you sat happy in the watch chair, enjoying the way nature was such an independent, powerful body of its own.

“Y/n, good morning,” Chan smiled, taking a seat next to you, “how are you today?”

“Pretty good Chan, it’s nice to have you back.”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “time off is always good, but I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss it.”

That brought a rather large smile to your face. It was nice to hear that others shared the same passion for the ocean like yourself. Chan was one of the more senior lifeguards, having the most experience apart from yourself. Growing up a swimmer, it became advantageous during water emergencies, especially when things needed to be done quickly.

“That’s always good to hear, anything to report for today?”

“Nothing apart from the girl Hyunjin that was shoving her tongue down his throat in reciprocation to his tongue down her throat when I walked in this morning.”

An egregious eye roll followed after that. This was not the first time this had occurred. It was probably like the 20th time to be honest. Hyunjin liked to have fun, there wasn't a problem with that, you all did off duty, but it was the fact that he would bring them to work. You weren’t sure why, but everytime it made your blood boil. It definitely wasn't jealousy; no that couldn’t be it.

“If you have something to say, you are more than welcome to say it to my face rather than eye rolling behind my back.”

Ignoring his smartass comment you placed the binoculars over your eyes, refusing to even look in his direction. Chan suddenly felt awkward, realising he was about to be in the middle of a cat fight. Yep. There was a nickname for the interactions between you and Hyunjin. It was a scary day when the two of you were on duty together. You did everything you could in your power to work the least amount of time with him. It was just the nature of your relationship.

The rivalry began as soon as he stepped foot onto Bondi. He was the only lifeguard that could actually challenge you ability wise, knowledge wise, in every facet. He was confident, way too confident in your opinion, so when he got promoted to assistant manager you were still the same level, things just turned nasty. Hyunjin’s arrogance was tuned up all the way. Then you got promoted to head of association, and things just got worse. Though you felt no need to gloat, Hyunjin did everything in his power to undermine you, highlight that you were incorrectly promoted; he became a mega asshole. And you would rather drag your bare ass across a concrete road than spend more than five minutes with him.

“What do you want Hyunjin?”

“You wish I came here to talk to you, you’re so obsessed with me. I actually came to talk to my buddy Chan about last night.”

“Jesus Hyunjin, I already saw tongue wrestling her, no need to gloat that you’re getting your dick wet around here.”

“No but dude,” he replied, hitting Chan on the chest to make sure he got his attention, “she was like a freak, she went into a handstand as I went down on her, so flexible, doing cartwheels and shit completely naked.”

Your jaw clenched at hearing Hyunjin’s preposterous claims. Yes, it had been a while since you got some action yourself, so yes, it was kind of making you jealous, but it definitely had nothing to do with the idea of it being Hyunjin. Definitely not.

“Wow dude, that's crazy.” Chan nudged him smiling, almost forgetting that you were still next to him. He nudged him with his elbow, eyeing you before whispering to Hyunjin , “Maybe we should continue this convo at another time.”

“Why,” he scoffed, “are you worried about me hurting y/n’s feelings?”

This made you put your binoculars down, shooting daggers his way. Even though he got under your skin, continuously and consistently, it was usually easy to just ignore it. But the idea of him thinking that you're obsessed; it was just not something that you could just not let happen. The last thing you needed was rumors.

“For fucks sake Hyunjin,” you huffed, “can we just have one day where you spare us the details of your sex escapdes. First of all it’s just a massive HR violation and genuinely no one wants to hear it.”

He said nothing, instead, just laughing at your outburst.

“Aw y/n, y/n, it’s okay, not all of us can have mind-blowing sex regularly,” he paused, walking closer you and whispering into your ear, making sure Chan couldn’t hear. His lips brushed against the cartilage. A shiver running down your neck as he spoke.

 “I bet you’d be screaming my name if I had my way with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you were speechless, unable to speak as he walked away. It took you a solid two minutes to shake your head, stand up and leave, and head to the tea room to grab some water. You weren’t sure why, but as you took a sip of the icey beverage, you could still feel the weight of his words. Yes, Hyunjin was a douche and made sexual remarks numerous times, but never were directly about you. It was hard to admit, but there was a dull ache between your legs at this very moment. However, the fact that it was comments from what you classified to be the most repulsive man on earth was making you sick. You chugged the water down in one go, running to the bathroom and splashing your face. You definitely needed that. 

It wasn’t a long time of peace however, because your radio was on, and you could hear your name over the gentle static.

“Y/n, we’ve got a code T63.621A. Young girl stung by a jellyfish, parent is with them in the water. All on-duty units please grab the boat and head out to sea, girl is struggling to swim, over.”

“Copy that, Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, meet me at the shed to get the boat and let’s head to them, over.”

“Copy that.”

The three responded individually, meeting you at said shed. When it came to the beach and saving civilians, your issues with Hyunjin had to be put aside, and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he was a great lifeguard. It took a multiple person effort to lift the boat out and into the water.

“Update on the location? Over.”

“Y/n,” Felix replied, " must have been from the tower, “next to the south-west buoy 45 meters out. Be careful, the radar is showing for large volumes of blue bottles today, over.”

“No worries, I will keep you updated as much as possible.”

Chan turned the boat into gear, racing it out as fast as possible. It was somewhat hard to see, but the closer you got, the easier it was to see that the situation, while needed to be dealt with, was not an emergency.

“Hello, how are you today?”

The mother was responsive, helping herself and Chan grab her daughter and put her into the boat. The mother soon followed, resulting in a successful pickup of two civilians. Hyunjin hurried over to the child, giving her a small smile before asking for her name.

“Wow,” he gasped, patting her head, “that’s such a nice name.”

“Thank you,” she giggled, “what’s your name?”

“My name is Hyunjin, but you can call me Hyune, like the food.”

Her smile was greater than before, and you couldn’t help but follow yourself. You had no idea how good he was with kids, but he didn’t need to know that, knowing the compliment would go straight to his brain.

It was a short trip. Once you had arrived back to land, you got back on your radio to notify others that it had been sorted. 

“Attention, rescue was successful, Chan and Seungmin will return the equipment and Hyunjin and I will follow up and see if we can request a 907N, over.”

Hyunjin kneeled down to the little girl's height, that beautiful smile, wait beautiful, get ahold of yourself, still across his lips as he spoke to her again.

“Ok, so could you please point to me where it hurts.” 

The rescuing was the quick part, and there wasn't much time to determine on the boat especially since it was such a short distance out. She said nothing, tiny index finger pointing at her leg. You could see the bright red hue the sting the blue bottle had left behind. 

“Well we shouldn’t get you to walk on that, shall we?”

In one swift motion, Hyunjin lifted the little girl, carrying her bridal style to the first aid room. You couldn't help but stare at so many things. The patience he had for the child, how kind he was with children, the way his arms subtlety flexed while carrying her. The way he was making her laugh too. It was hard to not be distracted. 

The mother followed, closing the door behind her as Hyunjin closely inspected the sting. He analyzed it with much interest, making sure that it was not life threatening or just overall too serious. Your diverted attention made you completely forget how you treat a fresh sting. 

“Okay so, the first thing we like to do is apply pressure to it.”

On his knees to remain eye level with the child, Hyunjin lifted his arms above his head, out of all things he chose to use to apply said pressure was his yellow lifesaving shirt. Fuck, the other ways you could have him like this. It was so obnoxious, but you had to suppress the gasp that gurgled in your throat. God his body was fucking hot. So toned, so defined. He had such a lean, yet such a muscular torso. You could have sworn you saw Hyunjin smirk, him noticing your taking to his torso, but he knew better than to tease you while doing his job.

“Y/n, did you want to have a look at it before I apply some pressure?”

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head to snap back into it before giving him a small “yes” and  kneeling down next to him. Hyunjin’s presence was as close as you have ever been before.The two of you all of a sudden were very near, faces separated by inches as you inspected the wound. He leaned in even closer before, ‘accidentally’ brushing your ear again before asking, “what do you think captain?”

The faint part of his breath lingering on your ear, and if you knew better, he was probably trying to set you off, and although you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that it was working.

“Okay so, it’s a pretty minor sting.” 

You stood up, running away from the nightmare that is being attracted to Hyunjin to speak candidly with the mother of the little victim.

“I would just monitor it for the next couple of days. If it gets worse at a rapid rate, head straight to the emergency at your nearest hospital, but-”

“It’s very rare for that to happen, we’ve never seen it here before.”

And he was back. The cocky, arrogant, overbearing lifegard you knew him for. The fact that he interrupted you made your blood boil. Here he was again, trying to undermine you because he simply thought he was too good for you, too good for everyone that works at Bondi beach.

“Yes,” you looked at him, shooting another dazzling death glare, “Hyunjin will get that bandaged up for you and then you guys should be good to go.”

“Ah ok thank you,” the mother replied, nodding as you exited and headed up to the communal lifeguard showers. You were not really wet, and yes the showers were to rinse off the salt water, but maybe a hot shower would help you rid yourself of the array of confusing emotions you were feeling. Stripping down to your bikinis, you closed the door to your stall, and let the steaming water pour over your body. A deep groan of bliss escaped your lips as the liquid hit your back, allowing you to self-reflect on how to remain calm. Today was just an off day, nothing else. I mean, if you’re attracted to Hyunjin, maybe it's a sign that you need to redownload tinder, get someone to jump your bones, and then come back to peace, again.

It didn’t take long, however, to be interrupted once again, hearing a phone call out in the hallway.

“Yeah, no Chan, it was chill, and y/n’s fine I think, she doesn’t seem off to me, does she seem off to you?”

You turned the water slightly lower, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Dude, I don’t like y/n, she gets on my nerves so bad, will you stop trying to be a wingman all the time and focus on your own love life?” The chuckle that followed was a nervous one, anyone could hear that.

You were about to lose it, turning the lock on the stall before you heard the voice getting closer. Covering your mouth, you turned it off, able to hear the slight textured sound of him dropping his duffle bag discarding his clothes, hopping into the stall next to you.

“Chan I’m telling you, she is the most irritating person I have ever met.”

That’s it. You barged out of your stall, aggressively knocking on his before banging on his. He opened with a confused expression, quickly followed by a smirk, like he already knew he had been caught. Seeing you in a drenched state, he put his phone into his bag, wanting to avoid any water damage for the outburst he was about to unwillingly observe.

“Oh y/n, what a pleasant surprise, you look good.” A slight hint of heat could be felt in your cheeks at his dirty compliment.

“Do you always talk behind the back of your coworkers, or is it just me?”

You shut the door behind you, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea. The only response he had was to chuckle. He stood there, swimming shorts only, turning around and letting the water splash his face, trickling down his, now that you’re looking straight at it, very wide and toned back. You watched each intricate movement from behind, admiring the way each finger tip ran through each strand of now damp hair. Every impulsive thought was telling you to touch it, feel the darkened locks against your fingertips: but you knew better. One thing would lead to another, and the last place you wanted it to be was right here in this very stall.

“Definitely just you.”

He turned back around, leaving you hung up against the door, a large factor that was accounting for the lack of distance between the two of you. Silence filled the room as you waited for him to reignite another conversation. Your breathing was shallow, and you knew that if he came closer, you were going to be in trouble.

“You know what Y/n? I have to ask you something.”

He lifted an arm, placing it on the door, equivalent to your eye-level.. He looked down on you, almost like he was checking you out yet simultaneously wanting to intimidate you.

“Don’t you ever get sick of this?”

“Sick of what?” You were genuinely confused as to what he meant, scoffing a little too loud.

“The hatred, if you could even call it that, for me?”

You scoffed in response, again. You knew what he was trying to imply, but he was so far off. It was hatred. How could it be anything else?

“It’s definitely hatred, don’t get that wrong. I hate you, you hate me, we ignore each other and only interact when necessary.”

“Then why aren’t you moving away from me?”

His body followed his hand, hips almost pressing up against yours. Fuck, he was right. A sharp inhale pushed into your throat, you suddenly felt nervous. Looking up at him felt like a dream. Hyunjin was so fucking hot, and maybe, the closer he got to you, it was true that it wasn’t hatred at all.

“You’ve trapped me in, I can’t escape.”

He said nothing, watching your eyes as he leaned forward, letting his lips attach themselves to yours. Your eyes went wide at first, thinking that you should pull away, but the longer it went on, the more you wanted it. Your lips began to move with vigor themselves, Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, you following,  allowing his body weight to fall into yours. You lifted your leg, guiding his hand on the outside of your thigh to lift it up. Your core was already throbbing, and you could tell after he lifted your leg, that it was having detrimental effects on him also. His semi-hard on could already be somewhat felt between your core, and you rolled your hips a little creating enough subtle friction in the perfect spot; the zipper of his shorts.  It wasn’t until you needed breath that when you parted and your brain stopped short-circuiting, and you realized where you were and what you’d done.

“What the fuck was that?”

Hyunjin brought a tumb to his lips, wiping the outer corner before chuckling at you.

“I was just proving to you y/n, this so-called ‘hatred’ you have for me.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air, “you think that you can just fuck around with any girl you want? Well news flash, I’m your fucking boss, and if you think you can ever do that again, I’ll destroy you so fucking fast, you won’t know what hit you.”

“Hah,” he chuckled, a smirk still painted on his pride ridden face, “Getting destroyed by you sounds like a dream.”

Too flustered to even respond, you stormed out,  forgetting to dry yourself, putting your clothes that stuck to your wet body and going back on duty. What the fuck was that? A shiver of nausea came over you, knowing that you will never live this down. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you attempted to compose yourself, heading to the lookout. Chan was sitting there too, for some reason avoiding your eye contact.

“Hey Chan,” you swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice, “how’s every-”

“I heard it.”

Your heart dropped into your ass. Surely he wasn’t talking about what you thought he was.

“What? How, I-”

“I think Hyunjin thought he hung up, but he actually didn’t.”

“Fuck,” was all you could say. This could ruin everything. Your job, your reputation, your well known hatred for him. You weren’t even sure what it was anymore. Part of you cared so much about what other people thought, especially the guards at the beach, but the other part, the bigger part in this moment, didn’t give a fuck. The only thought lingering on your mind was his hands, how they seared across your skin. How they already were able to significantly impact you in such a small period of time. If you knew better, you would have thought that his palms were already imprinted on you. You were reeling but, the logic of being rational was too hard to even fathom trying to do at this moment.

“Yeah, look I don't know what goes on between you guys, and y/n tell me if i'm overstepping, but you say you hate him, but I really don’t think you hate him at all.”

You scrunch your nose, knowing that maybe what Chan said was true after all.

“Look, whatever you think, can we just go back to before like nothing ever happened, please.”

He laughed, knowing that this would be the route you wanted to take, “secret is safe with me.”

This little chat did not calm you down or relax you at all. If anything, the thought of Hyunjin on you was becoming heightened burning into the back of your brain. You wanted him. You wanted to be touched, bad. It just happened to be convenient that Hyunjin, a very attractive man, happened to crave touch at the same time.

“Fuck this,” you mumbled, “Chan I’m going on my break, if anything really serious, just let me know via the radio.”

He nodded, eyes stuck in his binoculars overlooking the beach. You walked back inside, hoping and praying that Hyunjin was still in there. You became excited, craving that feeling of being touched, caressed, held by him. Your mortal enemy; it was crazy. 

And the craziest things of them all? When you walked back into the showers, he left the door open, back resting on the wall stall, cock in hand, absolutely pumping himself to the full capacity. He was too caught up to even notice your arrival. The sight instantly made you horny, and the fact that he was probably thinking about you while he did it drove you up the wall. Getting in the stall, you closed it behind you, undressing yourself completely this time, standing there, waiting for him to notice. His lids were heavy and it took him a decent 30 seconds for him to see you back. 

“Fuck,” Hyunjin jumped, covering his member with his hands, fuck his cock was hot, “you fucking scared me.”

At first, he didn’t notice your lack of clothes, giving you direct eye contact in his fright. It did not take long for him to notice tho, subconsciously biting down on the big fucking juicy bottom lip. God you wanted to suck it. Leave it longing in your mouth as he pulled away, length tipping you over the edge.

“Shit,” he huffed, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

Hyunjin takes you by the waist, wrapping his arms around your back and he pulled up against the hardness of his body. His lips crashed against yours, and he moaned at the rough contact, the immatureness of him reeling in the way your tits pressed up against his chest. You were just as hungry, arms around his neck, hands and fingers acting on prior impulsive thoughts; god his hair was so soft.

“Fuck,” he pulled away in between, pecking you, “you’re so,” peck, “fucking,” peck, “hot I could die.”

You pulled away completely, giggling at his eagerness. You couldn’t help yourself, the hunger was consuming you. Without thought, you dropped to your knees,biting down on your lip while looking at his throbbing length in front of you. My god was he girthy. A hand on his balls, you began to massage, Hyunjin’s hands instantly fisting your hair into a very messy pony, grabbing what he could before his jaw became slack, gasping at the way your lips became wrapped around him. Although he had a decent length, giving head was your specialty, it was one of your favorite things to do. You tested the waters, flicking your tongue vigorously against his tip, before letting your lips wrap around him completely, more and more of his cock engulfing your mouth. Bobbing up and down at an extremely slow pace, your eyes were glued to Hyunjin’s face, gratified in how easy it was to make him shut the fuck up and be grateful for something, in this case, the something being your mouth. Your tongue, all the warm parts of your mouth that made him rock hard. Made him jerk off thinking about you. A sigh of relief waved over you when you saw his eyes roll back, mouth very much agape the lower you sank into him.

“Holy shit baby,” he grunted, head still affirmatively back, hips gently rocking into your mouth, “you’re so good at that.”

You pulled him out of your mouth for a moment, a large ‘pop’ at the full release, your left hand quickly replacing your lips as you began to pump at a very slow pace. The arousal for yourself was increasing at a rapid pace, uncontrollable. You took your other hand off of his balls, index finger flicking your nipples for any kind of self stimulation. A tiny giggle escaped your lips, reaching Hyunjin’s ear and snapping him back to reality. He moved your hand off of him, reluctantly, before hooking his hand round your elbows, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall of the stall. This frustrated you, feeling like the power was being taken away from you. If only you knew that if you kept blowing him, he would have cum, and the fun would have been over way too quickly for you. He pinned you down, enclasping both wrists in one hand. Fuck. All control of your limbs was now in his hands, literally. His typical ego fueled, pride ridden glare was back on his face, and oh, was he ready to get his revenge on you.

“Slow and steady wins the race, right?”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you growled, core throbbing at the combination of condescending tone in his voice. Part of you felt bad for teasing as you enjoyed the way he submitted his body to your hand and mouth, but then, Hyjunin’s torturous teasing of his words triggered a playback of every single time that he was an asshole to you. Every single time he called you a name, undermined you to civilians and other staff, the shit talking to the junior guards especially. The fact that he used to so openly talk about all the women he fucked, how they had him begging his name, cumming all over his face. That was the last straw. 

Hyunjin shoved his tongue down his throat, generously lifting the restrain on your hands, his left hand now encompassing the circumference of your neck, other and dragging itself across your torso. The sting of his nails were already felt, but it only increased your arousal. Hyunjin somehow managed to be rough yet delicate at the same time. You knew that if you looked down, there would be a multitude of red streaks, but that was not what was important right now.

It was the way the hand around your neck immediately went to your mouth to muffle the crescendo of moans that escaped your lips when he pulled away and his calloused fingertips slipped underneath your waist, stretching your pussy lips before dipping his middle finger right along your clit. The circular motions, like yours, were long and drawn out. So petty he was. Nevertheless, it still made you moan just as hard, biting down on your bottom lip once more. Fuck, nothing had ever felt so good before.

“That shut you up,” he chuckled with a more sinister raspiness to it, “you’re lucky we’re in the shower and I can’t tell how wet you are.”

“Yeah, fucking right,” you huffed, gentle griding your hips on his fingers. It was easier to deny it than accept that he, Hyunjin, the one man you hate, was able to make you feel this good. He withdrew them for a moment, spitting on his own hand before removing the other from your muffled mouth, prodding them at your own. You opened eagerly, moaning at the taste of his bodily fluid. At any other point in time, you would repulse at the motion, but right now, nothing was as important as this. You bobbed your finger with ease against the long digits, but it wasn’t for long, because they went straight back into your folds, an index finger slipping almost too easily into your hole.

“Fuck Hyunjin,” you bellowed, “I fucking hate that you’re making me feel this good.”

An expression of satisfaction dripped across his face as he sped up the pace of his finger, adding a second as the sound of skin slapping increased. You reached around, reattaching your fingertips to his cock. A nervous laugh and a hip shudder came from the man next to you, not expecting you to be so bold, yet he expected it at the same time. He knew you couldn’t stand when someone attempted to be better than you at anything.

“Stop making this a competition,” he huffed, “you know you’re going to lose.”

“No, I’m-fuck, no I’m not.”

But that’s exactly what it was. Who could make the other cum first. A sharp whine escaped your lips, followed by a deep moan from himself, it was your goal to have him cumming all over you. Ropes of his seeds coating your stomach, tits, face, lips. You had never wanting something this much from a man. The two of you were at your loudest, but you simply didn’t care. If someone heard, it was just going to be a whatever moment. It’s not like anyone would know who it was anyway, or maybe not, because you were moaning his name every time he thrusted into you.

“You’re so path-shit, pathetic y/n, I knew you always wanted me.”

“Shut up,” you hissed back. He withdrew his hands from your cunt, placing them on your hips spinning you around, ass now facing him. His cock was pressed in between your cheeks as he began to slowly move, the slight sensation on your rim making your toes curl. Your hands were wrapped around his back. It would have looked awkward to an outside person, but you didn’t care. You needed to be close to him.

“You know when I realized it was the first time I wanted you?”

“When,” you breathed, heavy, almost like you were out of breath from running in to save a life, “when did you want to fuck me?”

He ignored, taking your hands off of him and pinning them together once more, above your head. He continued his teasing motions, but maneuvered himself intellectually, cock now slipping in between your folds, tip barely hitting your clit. Although it was painfully tortuous, it still felt so good, rewarding almost. You waited in anticipation, desperate to hear his answer. It made you curious, because you were asking yourself. What switched in his brain? What flip switched on your own? How your cognitions led you to this moment. It didn’t matter, because your brain was short circuiting. You couldn’t see him, but you were dying to. Wanted to see how he looked. Hin losing himself to the pleasure of your pussy. 

“The first time you yelled at me,” he grunted, taking a hand off your wrists and stroking his length, prodding at your entrance. He took no time to tease you though, sliding  effortlessly between your folds. The sound was immense, and there had to be an echo that traveled. You could see Hyunjin’s side profile, head bowing and licking a gentle stripe up the crevice of your neck, spine shuddering at the wet sensation.

“You know what I really thought?”

You said nothing, a giant fear that it would be only a surmount of broken words. Instead, you let his dick do the talking, whining when he pushed his hips back, pulling away from you completely. Your pussy was now aching, and you could definitely tell that you were dripping for more. Hyunjin was clearly merciless when it came to you, and not giving you what you wanted.  

“Oooh,” Hyunjin mumbled, lips buzzing on the skin along your shoulder, “this pussy is so sweet I just know it?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, I wanna fucking taste that fucking cunt so bad.”

It was ironic how his cursing was getting you embarrassed, almost like you forgot that the was about to fuck you. He who you said you hated, who you would rather do almost anything else for than give Hyunjin that satisfaction. The gratification to know how you feel, what kind of lover you are, how your cunt felt against him. But things had changed, and there was nothing you wanted more than all of that. You were desperate trying anything and everything to increase the friction considering that Hyunin was moving painfully slowly.

The truth is, Hyunjin had been waiting to get this for a very long time. To get you. Yeah I mean, the few times the senior guards went out together and you hooked up with other guys, left early and went home with them was tough for him, but you weren’t together. Although a long time ago, he used to get so worked up, and he didn’t know why. He still found you almost intolerable, which is why it was easier to hate you, because if he did like you, he would fall down the rabbit hole at a world breaking speed. He knew that when, no, if the moment came, that it would be sweet, but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. You exceeded his expectations tenfold, especially the way you sucked his cock. His hips were gyrating faster unconsciously, and knew he could come right that second the more he thought about it.

“Hyunjin,” you whined, “harder, please.”

He ignored you, completely pausing before letting go of your wrists and flipping you around. The first thing he did was slide his body right against yours, thigh splitting your legs open, the gentle friction against your clit making you moan. Hyunjin had never looked so fucking hot in his life. You had seen him wet, many times, but this was different. The beads of liquid spayed his face, drenching his long hair, but his eyes, lips. They were so hungry, disheveled, like he was a predator hunting his prey. He reattached his lips to yours, crashing down as his hand snaked back around your neck. He didn’t even know if you were okay with it, but it didn't matter when you lifted your hand yourself, pushing your fingertips against his as he kissed you. The multitude of sounds that came from your mouth as the result of the tension between your core and Hyunjin’s thigh poured into his mouth, leaving him to wrap his free hand around his cock. He began pumping, pulling away and wasting no more time to plunge his cock deep inside of you. Oh my, it could be humiliating how easily he slipped inside of you.

“Say my name,” he growled, applying more pressure to your neck, “say it out loud.”

“Hyunjin,” you whined, tone pretty quiet as you concentrated on not clenching around him, “Hyunjin fuck.”

“So fucking sweet,” he continued to grunt, picking up his pace to an even greater speed, “that’s my favourite way to hear it.”

You brought your free hand up to his body, raking your digits over his washboard torso. My god he was fit. You wanted to slap yourself, wondering why you spent, no, wasted so much time hating him. He chuckled, the deepest he ever has, clearly enjoying how your fingers felt on him. Your mind, being a visual person, went back to the mental imagery of him jerking off in front of you. It was eating your mind up as he continued to fuck you unapologetically.

“Was it me?”

“What?”

“Fuck,” you chuckled, “I can’t speak. Were you-fuck, thinking of me?”

“When y/n,” he scoffed, rhythm getting distracted by your poor attempt at a question, “you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“When you were jerking your cock?”

“Yes,” he answered confidently, his cock was in you and it would probably be more awkward if he just denied it, “it was because of you.”

Your pussy clenched, The idea was so hot, Making a man that went out of his way to piss you off and vice versa became so enamored with you. So much so that he couldn't wait until he got home and had to relieve himself at work. You thanked the upper powers that nothing serious was happening at the beach, because you would have been a raging horny bitch, even more than what Hyunjin would consider you to be on a normal day.

He was moving at an unfathomable rate, and moaned softly each time you clenched around him. You knew you couldn’t last for much longer, and the thought of him getting off to you was accompanying you at this moment. Hyunjin took his hand off your throat, one hand on his hip for more precision, the other enclasping your nipples, and fuck, did he get your weak spot.

“You have beautiful tits,” he grunted, lips latching onto them like his life depended on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth, causing the most unholy of moans. Locking your hand into his scalp, you yanked him closer, back up to his lips before smashing them against his. You want to feel him now as close as you can, because once this was over, you weren’t sure if you would even be able to reenact the same feeling. 

When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s bottom lip caught between your teeth as you lingered, more than enjoying the way they were so big, they popped when escaping your teeth. You were getting closer, unable to control the clenching that your pussy was doing. Hyunjins hissed, the tight sensation doing so much for him.

“Fuck Hyunjin, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby,” Hyunjin whined, adjusting his hips, “fuck I’m gonna blow so hard.”

“Yeah baby?”

Your hands were across his face, once under his chin and the other on top of his chin, wrapped across his cheek. It was a sloppy placement, but it was the least of your concerns as the pit of your orgasm is brewing at the pit of your stomach.  

“Yeah Y/n, fuck,” he mumbled under your palm, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “wanna blow in you.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” it was your turn to growl, knowing Hyunjin was slightly losing himself inside of you, “do it.”

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. It was his biggest fantasy, especially when it came to you. The thought of you walking around at work, cum stuffed into your cunt, and he was the only one that would know it. He could not count the endless times he thought about it.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No I’m fucking joking.”

“Fuck keep going,” he moaned, too fucked out to keep up with your sarcastic tone, “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.”

“Yes,” you sighed, “fill me up baby.”

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up.”

“Yes you are.”

“Shit, fuck yes I am,” he grunted, thrusts becoming very erratic, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He gave you one last peck, never breaking eye contact as he watched your jaw slack, the most gruesome moan falling from your lips as he watched your orgasm roll over you. Crashing like a tidal wave. Your hips bucked against him, increasing the pleasure for Hyunjin as he came in you momentarily, a similar sound coming from his lips as the two of you rode out your high. The feeling of his seed making you clench unfathomably around him. You ran your hand through his hair again, pushing the hair off his forehead to see his face in this form completely. You cooed him through it, wimping when you felt the loss of him inside of you as he withdrew himself.

Reality washed back over you and it hit you that you've just had sex, with a coworker (that you hate’), in the work environment. Hyunjin bends down and picks your bathing suit, two pieces, up from the floor, that intractable smirk covering his face. They hung of his index finger, a gentle reminder that you were very naked

“Fuck,” you laughed, unable to get rid the smile on your face, “I should be so mad at you, but you were really fucking good.”

“You don’t need to say anything, hearing you moan my name was enough.”

Rolling your eyes, you redressed yourself quickly, waiting for him to do the same. You punched him in the chest, interrupting him from putting his shirt back on.

“For fucks sake, you’re incorrigible, just take the fucking compliment and shut up.”

“Fine,” he replied sarcastically, coughing after to clear his throat, “we probably shouldn’t walk out together, might be suspicious.”

“Oh yeah,” your eyebrows furrowed, attempting to be serious, “good idea colleague.”

He let you out first, however you still waited for him, not really seeing the big deal in walking out to the lookout together.

“You know Chan heard the first part of our, you know, situation.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, “I thought I hung up.”

You laughed.

“It’s fine, he was already petrified of looking at me, imagine he heard the rest.”

He chuckled at your words, playfully hitting your arm as the two of you walked out. You sat next to Chan for the final time of the day, giving you a suspicious look at the fact that you and Hyunjin were laughing together. As you sat there, you tried to focus on the beach and the beach goers, but all you could think about was him.

[heartfullofleeches]

Dearest could you spare me a drop of some nsfw headcannons for amyas??? I've been scrolling through his tag and I agree with anon with the small pathetic ones being the doms while we peg the strong confident ones supremacy 😞✊.. Ofc you can write him however you want though, it's so funny how I'd drop him in a dark room full of spiders to ROT but be attracted to him at the same time LMAOOO anyway would love the face reveal king 👑

(Been a hot minute since we've summon the pathetic cupid to the table so I will grace you with his presence.) [Mentions of knife play (if you squint and somo)

Amyas can be your angel....or your twisted, perverted mess of an angel. It's all about where you set the grounds in your relationship. Given an inch, he will take a mile. Put him in his place, and he's your toy to command and break as you please.

Amyas lives by his personal moto of "weakness is power". He feels the cuter and more submissive he is, the more you'll love him - and see he's too helpless and weak to ever leave alone. He's watched you shower before and watched porn where he imagined you two as the actors - but pretends like he's never seen a human body before. To be fair, it's nothing like actually touch you so his shyness isn't a total act. He blushes and stammers as he asks you to take off his cardigan because he's too nervous getting undressed in front of someone so beautiful - but really he just wants you to touch him more...and you're pretty as hell.

That moto works just the same if you let him dom. He's so sweet and shy - you never would have guessed him to be the same freak that shoves his tongue down your windpipe until you nearly faint and grip your hips so forcefully they bruise with his finger marks. His praise comes off as thinly veiled degradation for you letting this worthless mess of a cupid do as he pleases with you - and how eternally grateful that worthless mess is. Want him to choke you he will make you see stars. If it's jealousy/angry sex, he will engrave his name into your collar with one of his arrows so everyone knows you belong to him and once he cools down he let's you mark him so people know he's yours too.

Speaking of his arrows, there are different types that cupids can possess. Amyas in charge of both "true love" and "heat of the moment" arrows. The first is - as the name implies, but the second is a little different. That burst of undeniable passion when two people who absolutely hate each other fuck, or when eyes meet across the bar for a one night stand the parties in question will never forget for the rest of their days. Amyas would never used his arrows on you.... unless he had to, but he would graze your skin with one of the latter. With just a small nick, the effects are temporary. He'll cut you again and again if he grows addicted to the faces and sounds you make. It's pretty much knife play with an aphrodisiac filled blade.

Whether you're breaking his back or he's breaking yours, Amyas likes a little bit of romantics thrown into the mix. You'll know the evenings plans with he's cooked you a full course meal and wears nothing but the apron he slaved away in. Maybe you want to eat dessert off his chest. He has the sensitive nipples to make it extra sweet with those sounds he makes. Candle lit bedroom, a playlist of all the songs that remind him of you, a nice bubble bath afterwards. Bird brain's got you covered.

Another sensitive point is his wings. You can pull him from his dominance streak with a sharp tug on his feathers, or stroking their base gently. Run your fingers down his spine where they meet and he will be putty in your lap.

Amyas finds your sleeping face to be extremely beautiful. I mean - you always are to him, but while you're asleep you're more angelic than him. If you don't know about his other side he will take this advantage to whisper every little dirty secret he has as he jerks off near you. He'd temp teasing those pretty lips with his cock, but he knows he's not worthy of such an honor and he'd probably end up just shoving it down your throat or cumming on the spot.

Cupid boy can really sing. Straight pipes on this one. It's best to make sure all windows are closed and maybe even soundproof your room with how loud he gets. He's a lot quieter if he's top, but that doesn't mean he shuts his mouth

As a final note, Amyas wears panties with bows on them. He's not a huge fan of boxers or other cuts of underwear - also they're just really cute and he likes putting on cute things for you.

[givemea-dam-break]

okay so, consider this: jealous George

hasn't been done much, and jealousy is one of my favourite tropes. I'm thinking friends to lovers (obv) and you're free to make it as angsty as possible, as long as we get a happy ending :))) and you know what would probably hurt him most? When he's jealous of Lockwood bc he gets along so well with reader, maybe they just have a borderline-flirty dynamic (all platonic ofc) and George just has to watch and know he's never gonna be able to be like this (angst angst angst)

AND to make it MORE angsty maybe reader is really reserved around george but only bc she is so nervous (he doesn't know that ofc!!)

AND how about George confides in Lucy at some point that he thinks lockwood and reader might be into each other and she's like "uh yeah no, lockwood and I are dating"

Just throw in whatever cliché trope you can think of in there, i love them all

a/n: I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMFG YES THANK YOU!!!!!! jealousy is also one of my favourite tropes it’s great but i haven't actually written it all that much so i hope you enjoy! this isn't very angsty because i actually struggled with the plot for this, but hopefully you still like it lol

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Touch - George Karim

George had a habit of staying up late on nights where it was unnecessary.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep, but rather the fact that he didn’t want to until he was sure that everything was all right. When the agents of Lockwood and Co. returned to 35 Portland Row, safe and – mostly – unharmed, he could relax.

Well, he frankly could care less what ego-fulfilling stories Lockwood had to tell upon his returns or the colourful and new swear words Lucy had learned from Skull. It was (name) he waited up for.

Out of the three of his friends, (name) was the one who understood him most. She never pushed for him to speak when he didn’t feel comfortable. She always listened to him ramble on, whether it be for a case or purely out of interest in something, with her full attention, letting him speak for as long as he wanted, smiling and nodding as he did so. He felt most like himself with her around.

So, there he sat in the living room, glancing between the book in his lap and the front door, waiting for the familiar rattle of the doorhandle. It was cast in shadow, with only a thin streak of light cutting across it from the flickering crystal skull lamp in the hallway. Lockwood really needed to swap out the bulb.

When the tell-tale jingle of keys and the quiet clatter of the handle sounded, he sat up slightly and watched as she crept in as silently as she could. That was another thing George liked and appreciated about (name) – the fact that she was considerate for the other people in the house late at night. After a case, Lockwood would come in noisily, shutting the door behind him a little too loudly, and Lucy would be stomping around on too-creaky floorboards in her clunky boots. But (name) was always quiet.

It felt like George’s heart skipped a beat when she flashed him one of her enchanting smiles, paired with a little wave. Although the smiles were always reserved, edging on shy and nothing more than a curve of the lips and a sparkle in her eyes, it made his insides feel all warm and fluttery. The sensation had been new to him in the beginning, those first few times she’d smiled at him after she had been hired, but now it was something he yearned for. His days didn’t feel complete without it.

He opened his mouth to speak, but footsteps shook the stairs and, all of a sudden, Lockwood was there, arm draped over (name)’s shoulders.

“How was the case?” he asked, grinning.

(name) leaned against him as she tugged off her ectoplasm-spotted boots. “Couldn’t even call it that. Mrs Tilden, as sweet as she is, forgets that she can’t actually hear ghosts, and that the neighbour’s cat yowls whenever it gets too cold. I would’ve been back sooner, but all the night cabs were taken, and I didn’t feel like riding back with Kipps and his lot.”

“Well, you’re here now. Fancy some tea? Boiled the kettle not long ago.”

“That’d be great,” she said. When her eyes, sparkling in the dim light, turned on George, he found himself stuck to the spot. “Do you want some, George? I got some of that tea you really like this morning.”

And, as much as George wanted to agree, he couldn’t help but look at Lockwood and the way he so easily stood with her, holding her close and grinning. It should be George there. It should be him she leaned on after a case, him that made her tea and asked her how it went.

No, no. His feelings didn’t entitle him to her or her time. Besides, she and Lockwood had been friends since childhood, separated for a few years for educational reasons, so it was a given that they’d be close. He just wished it didn’t make his throat ache every time he saw them like they were now, standing close and laughing. Something he so longed to do, but didn’t know if he could.

So, he simply said, “No, thanks, I’m about to head up to bed.”

She smiled at him once more, the shadow of a grin hiding in the corners, and nodded before following Lockwood down to the kitchen, joking about the infamous Cat of Mead Place. Her voice seemed to reverberate through the walls and into George’s very being as he stared down at the book in his lap, the page long since lost in his distraction.

Heaving a sigh, he gently closed it and set it upon the coffee table, then trudged up the stairs to his room.

--

“So, you think that our ghost is the killer? That’s interesting. From the description, I would’ve figured it’d be the victim. Makes sense, though.”

George nodded, trying not to focus on the soft scent of lavender and something flowery as (name) leaned closer to him, studying his notes and findings. He really hoped she couldn’t hear the furious pounding of his heart.

“Well, it was the murderer’s house,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose a little. “It’s very likely that, even if it’s the old remains of the victim, it’s the killer’s source. Remember that bit in Hackney? Old teeth in a jar, but it was the source for that murderer.”

(name) shivered. “Don’t remind me. Still have nightmares about that guy.” She shuffled her chair slightly closer, casting George a short glance, before pulling one of the newspaper copies over. “Natalie Greymouth tried and imprisoned for the murder of her six children, later to – Wait, six children? So, in between all these other murders she committed, she was also popping out babies and killing them?”

Huffing a laugh, George said, “Suppose the kids distracted people from the fact that she was a cold-blooded killer.”

At that, (name) snickered, and a spark travelled down George’s spine as he watched her. The way she grinned as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, how her cheeks flushed for only a moment. It wasn’t until she turned her head to look at him, much closer than she had been before, that George felt stuck for breath.

Her smile slowly softened into something shyer, more private, as she became aware of the small space between them, but as quick as thought she turned away again, focusing back on the documents in front of them.

Hope had begun to form in that short moment, and it had tasted sweet, but it became bitter as Lockwood and Lucy burst through the kitchen door with bags of goods from Satchell’s. Lucy slid behind George’s seat, dumping an additional shopping bag filled with food on the kitchen counter.

“Hard at work I see,” Lockwood said with a grin. He leaned down over (name)’s shoulder, scanning the notes sprawled everywhere. “Makes no sense to me. I trust you guys have a lead on what we’re walking into later?”

George could feel his throat burn at the sight of them, but he swallowed the feeling down and looked away. “Yeah. We’ll give you the run down on the way.”

He tried his best not to look when Lockwood squeezed (name)’s arm. He tried even harder to ignore the grin she sent his way, so unlike anything she’d ever shown George, but it was impossible. It felt like trying to pretend that Skull wasn’t on the countertop making the most horrid faces ever. The action only ever drew his eye.

Her smile lit up any room she was in, and he hated that it wasn’t directed at him but instead Lockwood. Lockwood, who everyone attached themselves to – (name), Lucy, Flo Bones, the public. Everyone. Well, except for Quill Kipps and his Fittes lot, but George didn’t want them. He only wanted her.

--

“We’re splitting up.”

“Worst idea ever. I don’t like the look of this place.”

Lockwood snorted. “You never like the look of any of the places we’re hired out to.”

“Lie,” (name) said. She looked up at the towering house before them. “There was that one bit in Camden, remember? With the really nice, frosted glass windows in the door.”

“Before Lucy crashed into it and smashed the glass.”

Lucy went bright pink. “I don’t think that’s our focus for today.”

George watched as Lockwood nudged (name) with his elbow, eliciting a laugh from her, and tightly said, “Lucy’s right. We need to get this case over with. And pairs sound good – too much room to cover as one group. (name), I’ll go with you.”

For a moment, the rush of blood in his ears was all he could hear. What if she said no; that she wanted to pair up with Lockwood instead? George didn’t have anything against Lucy, but it got  unnerving hearing her one-sided conversations with Skull. He was never sure if she was insulting him or the glowing ghost in the jar. And they’d probably end up bickering as they often did which wouldn’t help this case run smoothly at all.

But (name) nodded and offered him that delicate smile. “Sounds good. Think I’ve got some ideas of where we might find our source.”

“Care to share?” Lockwood asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“No.”

“I’m your boss. You’ve got to tell me.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Yes, you –“

“Let’s go,” George interrupted. His fingers were beginning to twitch. “Before it gets dark.”

And so, they did. While Lucy and Lockwood trudged inside and up the looming staircase in the centre of the house, George and (name) crept through the ground floor, taking temperatures and using their Talents. He did try, really he did, to not linger on thoughts of her and Lockwood, of their lingering laughs and smiles, but it became increasingly harder the quieter they stayed.

“So, what are your ideas for finding the source?” he asked, trying to break the silence that had grown between them.

Usually, George would’ve preferred the quiet, but this was choking. Every moment his mind strayed from the task at hand, it drifted over to the horrible ache in his chest and the twitching of his fingers caused by what could only be described as jealousy. Jealousy! God, even thinking it made him mad.

Why was he jealous? Because someone he had never explicitly admitted to liking was showing an interest in someone else? Because someone else would squeeze her arm or nudge her, when even tapping her shoulder to get her attention felt like it would make George implode?

(name)’s fingers brushed over an old vase, and she lifted it up, turning it in her hands. “Going to use my Touch on very specific things. This lady died, what, five years ago? And her nephew took this house, so he likely would’ve thrown out most, if not all, of the things belonging to her. So, we need to find the obscure things.”

“Like that restaurant with the porcelain egg cup as a source?”

“Exactly like that. The stuff no one would expect a ghost to connect to.” Her grin then was unlike the ones she shared with Lockwood, and though it was rather self-approving, George found himself drawn to it. It was something he experienced that Lockwood might not have. “Georgie, you’re going to find the strangest things in this room, and I’ll have a feel. This was one of our theories for the primary haunting, right?”

The words clogged in his throat. Georgie. It repeated over and over and over in his head as he swallowed the feelings that were building up. “Yeah.”

He glanced around the office they had ended up in and took the temperature, finding it as the lowest on the ground floor. It was a moderately sized room with a massive desk cutting through the centre with chairs either side. The desk itself was neatly organised with folders and pens all gathered in holders. An expensive-looking computer had gathered dust since the owner’s rushed departure a few days ago. Rather unassuming, on the whole, but that was exactly what she wanted.

“We’ve got an hour until sundown,” he said, peeking out of the large window. “I’ll watch your back.”

Together, they picked out a selection of seemingly strange things from around the office. An envelope rack; a rather rusty metal pen; a little glass horse ornament plucked from a display case, among many other things. But (name)’s hands lingered over a photo frame. It was a simple thing made from light-coloured wood, and the picture inside showed the owner of the house and his partner, so it was the last thing George would’ve suspected. This was what she was for, though, he remembered. Her gut instinct was much better than the rest of Lockwood and Co.’s.

“Be careful,” George murmured. “We don’t want another repeat of Lucy and Annabelle Ward.”

There was that delicate smile again, and his heart skipped a beat.

With a firm grip, (name) took the frame in her hands and shut her eyes. George could only watch in silence as she used her Talent, unused to having nothing to do in the meantime, and found himself staring. She was wearing the jumper Lockwood had gotten her for her birthday a few months ago, which had George chewing the inside of his cheek, but it was hardly his main focus. Not when the sunlight peeking through the curtains was highlighting her skin just so, emphasising little details he had only ever seen when they would research together, and he’d get distracted and stare. The implication of another smile in the corners of her lips, the curl of her lashes against slightly rosy cheeks.

After a few moments of frowning in such a way that left George with a smile tugging on his lips, her eyes fluttered open, and a proud grin split her mouth. George’s knees felt a little weak.

“Bingo. This used to have a photo of our ghost Natalie with her six kids before she killed them inside. Who’d have thought?”

It took George a minute to reply. His brain felt muddled, what with the brightness of her smile and the feeling in his chest. “I’ll go get the silver net. Our bags are still in the hall.”

“Lockwood will be well chuffed we found the source so quick.”

A moment of hesitation. One George hoped she hadn’t caught, but as he stepped towards the door, (name)’s smile melted into something more concerned.

“Are you all right?”

“Hmm? I’m fine.”

“George, what’s wrong? You were fine literally ten seconds ago and now you, well, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

George shook his head. “(name), honestly, I’m fine.”

“Did I say something? God, what have I said in the last, what, two minutes? Um…”

She muttered under her breath as she tried to think, and George really did try to push the burning feeling in his throat down. The embarrassment that, even though it was the two of them working down there on the case, she immediately thought of Lockwood. What more did he expect? He was nothing more than the second choice to most people – no, third. Fourth even. Hell, he was the last choice, and he should’ve realised that (name) would see him that way, too.

“It’s you and Lockwood,” he blurted.

And he regretted it immediately.

(name) looked over at him then, eyes slightly widened, and mouth parted. “What?”

He could only shrug as he looked away from her. “I just – I don’t know. Lockwood is the one everyone finds the most interesting, and I’d hoped that for once that someone might choose me.”

“You thought I would…”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence for him to know what she meant. George didn’t know how to explain the feeling that encompassed his very soul at that moment. It felt like drowning, in a way. Like these feelings he’d fought so hard to keep at bay were filling his lungs rapidly and stopping him from breathing. His head was submerged, and he couldn’t think clearly. He couldn’t do anything but feel these horrible emotions so acutely that it was painful.

“I’m sorry. I get that you and Lockwood are close. Well, you’re probably together and I’ve just never realised!”

He didn’t realise how much saying the words out loud could hurt. But he was right, wasn’t he? With all of their shared smiles and jokes and how they always stood close, there was no way they weren’t… a thing. George had just been too blind to see it.

“George.”

“Don’t. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“George! Shut. Up,” she hissed.

Words caught in his throat, shocked by the harsh tone and the expression on her face. Brows furrowed; eyes narrowed – she was angry at him!

“Look, I am sorry, but I don’t get why you’re mad at –“

She stormed over and slapped her hand over his mouth. The touch made him jump, and the close proximity of their faces had his treacherous heart pounding in his chest. Why? Why did it have to do that?

“Listen,” she whispered, and she gestured to the side with her head.

George slowly turned his gaze to the large table where he could now hear a faint click, click, click. When he looked, his heart lurched for a moment, and he saw one of the pens in the holder move slightly. The button at the end, the one that would bring the nib out, clicked open, then shut, then open. A few papers in one of the many folders fluttered despite the absence of a draft.

“Poltergeist,” he uttered beneath her hand. He tried not to focus on how soft it was, or how the soap she’d used smelled very different from the one Lockwood had bought for him.

She nodded soundlessly, and her hand lingered for a moment before moving back to her side. “Move quietly to the door.”

It was a good plan. If they moved silently and slowly, they’d be able to make it out to their kitbags and secure the source seeing as poltergeists were essentially blind. But George could feel its invisible presence hovering over them like a horribly cold and scratchy blanket, and the house was an old one. As soon as he took a step back, a floorboard creaked.

He and (name) froze and, for a minute nothing happened. Then the clicking stopped and the pen rattled in the holder. The temperature of the room felt like it had dropped five degrees within a mere second and, although George’s Listening was nowhere near the standard of Lucy’s, he swore he could hear a faint voice calling out some names.

Another step back, and the mistake was made. The door to the office slammed shut, rattling the bones of the house. Lockwood’s voice echoed from somewhere above, calling their names.

Shit.

He should’ve paid attention to the room growing colder or the sun setting outside instead of watching (name) when she’d used her Talent. Maybe then they wouldn’t be stuck in this position, facing off with a ghost that they couldn’t see nor could they harm without securing the source. And, well, they had no way of doing that now with their bags stashed outside.

(name) was the first to move. Light-footed on the floorboards, she tugged on the door handle, but it didn’t budge. George could feel her panic as strongly as he felt his own, and he realised with dread that they were only feeding into the ghost.

The clicking resumed, and (name) shuffled over to George again, hand on her rapier. It would prove useless in this situation.

“For your information,” she whispered. “Me and Lockwood aren’t a thing. He and Lucy are.”

George’s gaze snapped over to her, and she offered a soft albeit nervous smile. “I don’t think now is the time for that conversation.”

“Oh, come on, admit you’re relieved. Also, you didn’t happen to stash a silver net in your pocket did you?”

Yes, he was relieved. He didn’t think he’d ever been more relieved in his life than he was in that moment, knowing that she wasn’t with Lockwood. He was confused for a moment, wondering how he hadn’t ever seen the connection between Lockwood and Lucy, but it was overtaken by the sheer happiness that (name) wasn’t in a relationship with their best friend. And, no, he hadn’t thought to stuff a net in his pocket.

The jealousy that had reared its ugly head in his chest dissipated entirely when her hand slipped into his, warm in the horrid freezing temperature in the office.

“How are we getting out of here?”

George wasn’t sure. He wasn’t Lockwood. He didn’t come up with reckless plans that saved their lives while inadvertently endangering them at the same time. He didn’t destroy houses in the process.

Well…

“You any good at throwing chairs?”

--

Hours later, George was still shaking glass out of his hair over the kitchen bin at 35 Portland Row.

Lockwood was standing over the kettle as water boiled, waiting to make cups of tea for everyone as Lucy slapped a plaster on a cut on his forehead. Apparently, after hearing the office door slam, the two of them had rushed down the stairs, only for the carpet the ran down the centre of them – for whatever posh, middle-class Londoner reason – slipped out of place, presumably because of the Poltergeist, sending Lockwood toppling. He whacked his head off the corner of the wall, earning a pretty nasty cut and a possible concussion. Lucy had come off scott-free, but Skull’s silverglass jar had a dent in the top.

(name) and George on the other hand were covered in little shards of glass that nicked them every now and then after sending a chair through the office window and leaping out into the flower bushes right outside. Thank god they’d been on the first floor.

Ever since that moment in the office, that one where (name) had told him about Lockwood and Lucy, the one where she held his hand, it had become blatantly obvious how wrong George had been about everything. Even now, he could tell that the energy that she and Lockwood shared was nothing like the one Lockwood had with Lucy. How hadn’t he noticed sooner?

Frankly, he didn’t really care about that now. He was too caught up on the phantom touch of her hand in his and the smiles she kept sending his way.

She’d held his hand in the taxi on the way home, claiming it was just because the poltergeist had freaked her out, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the entire truth. (name) was one of the bravest people he had ever met, so a poltergeist wasn’t going to be the thing to shake her out of the norm. But George didn’t mind.

He hadn’t ever been big on being touched, disliking the way it made his skin feel, but he found himself staying close to her, aching to hold her hand again. And, judging from the twitch of her fingers, the way they inched closer to his when he sat next to her, he figured she felt much the same.

And, with a smile, he wrapped his hand around hers, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his.

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 20

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings: None

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 1933

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 20

The two-block walk from where Melody had met Steve for lunch was a nightmare.  Most of the press stopped following after a couple of blocks but as the Daily Bugle paparazzi were going to the same place as she was, they stuck with them the whole time.  Steve tried to shield her body from the cameras to try and make it so that none of the photos would be worth very much money, and to reduce the risk of people recognizing her.  Melody knew that it was too late to protect her identity.  People had already been speculating, and besides, the person taking their photo as she reached the Daily Bugle was named Phil Sheldon.  If she knew him, he knew her.

They reached the entrance to the building.  Melody wanted so badly to bury her face in Steve’s chest and hide there, but she wasn’t willing to even risk a kiss goodbye with Phil still taking photos of them.  She turned and looked up at Steve.  “Can you just fuck off, Phil?” she said.

“Just doing my job, Mel,” he said. “You know how it is?”

“Yeah, well, don’t forget what my job is,” she said.

“Oh yeah, like Jameson will let you do anything that makes the Bugle look like it lacks scruples,” he said.

Steve shook his head.  “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said.  “I’ll call you when I get back to work.”

“Okay,” she said, giving him a nod.  He gently squeezed her hand before she went inside.

She went straight up to Jameson’s office.  She was fuming about the intrusion on her privacy by her workplace.  She even considered if it counted as workplace harassment and if she could sue over it.

She knocked on the door to Jameson’s office but didn’t wait for him to call her in.  He looked up from his computer but she was ranting before he had a chance to say a single word.  “How could you think it was okay to have photographers stalking me on my lunch?” she snapped.  “You know this is harassment?  I work here!  It’s bad enough that you think it’s okay to harass other people, but this is my job!  Do you know how absolutely toxic it is for me to have to come in here and work with the people stalking me!?  I could sue!”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Jameson said, getting up from his desk. “Let’s not go throwing the ‘s’ word around.  You know that this is what we do here.  And Captain America’s love life is going to sell papers.  Besides, you told us where you were going to be.”

“I absolutely did not!” she argued.  “Why the hell would I do that?  Why would I betray Steve like that?” 

“I don’t know,” he said, throwing his hands up over his head. “You sent it to all the tabloids.  I was a little miffed you weren’t giving me the exclusive, to be honest.  I assumed you wanted to get yourself a little fame and recognition.”

“Over my relationship?” she groaned. “Jonah?  Really?”

“How was I supposed to know?” he said, spinning his computer screen around and opening the email.  “Maybe you were having relationship troubles.”

She looked over the screen.  The email did have her return address, but it lacked her official DB! signature.  Someone had cloned her email address.  It was easy enough to do.  That didn’t explain how they knew where and when she was having lunch with Steve though.  They didn’t have a regular lunch date time, nor did they just go to the same few venues over and over again and she hadn’t written down where and when she was having lunch today.”

She scowled and pulled out her phone.  “Tell me the truth, Jonah.  Do you have someone spying on me?”

“I may be lacking in scruples, Danes, but I don’t stoop that low,” he said.

“So drop the story then,” she said. 

“No, no,” he said. “I can’t do that.  And what’s the point anyway?  It’ll be all over TMZ in an hour.” 

She sighed.  He was right.  It was out now and there wasn’t a hell of a lot she could do about it, except ride the wave.  She didn’t expect Steve’s fans to take it very well, but it was something she had been mentally preparing for for months.

“Fine,” she said. “You can run it, but I expect my workplace to be safe for me, Jonah.  I can’t come here just expecting to have to watch my back because you want to report on my boyfriend.  He and the other Avengers have been doing me a lot of favors to get your website up and profitable.  You could at least show them some respect in return for that generosity.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jameson said, waving his hand.  “I’m not going to smother a story just because someone did me a favor.  Where’s the ethics in that?”

“Oh so now you’re worried about ethics?” she snarked.  “Look, there’s a difference between taking our photo out because you happen to find us and stalking me to where we’re going.  I’m just asking that you respect the difference.”

Jameson huffed and sat back down in his chair.  “Fine.  No stalking.  But it wouldn’t hurt you to occasionally mention him in your pieces.”  She went to argue with him but he held up his hand.  “Nothing big.  Just the kind of stuff you already do in your column from time to time.  You know what I mean?  Talking about a coffee shop you tried with your boyfriend.  Or how nice it is to wake up with someone else there.  You don’t have to name him.  And you don’t have to talk about your sex lives.  Just teasers.  The people will eat it up.  If we get those exclusives, we won’t need the photos of you both together.  In fact, anytime someone else takes photos of you both together, it’ll just sell your work more.”

She sighed.  It sounded so sordid and dirty.  But the truth was, she had been writing about her life in the columns, and Steve had been slipping into those.  She didn’t name him, just the same as she never named anyone in those columns.  Anyone who knew she was dating Steve could go back and infer it was him she’d been talking about.  She also knew Steve knew she did it.  He read the columns daily and would talk to her about them.  It was natural to write it, and she wasn’t doing it to cash in on her relationship.

Now that it was out she was dating Steve, and Jameson was asking her to write about it, it felt dirty and exploitative.  She didn’t want to take advantage of Steve that way.  She didn’t want her relationship with him to be picked over by the public.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Well, if that’s it,” Jameson said, waving her toward the door.  “We have papers to sell.” 

“I don’t work for the paper, Jonah,” she said as she headed out the door.

“Clicks, magazines.  Do your job,” he yelled after her.

She headed back to her office, still fairly agitated but no longer fuming.  She didn’t know what she was going to do about her column, and she didn’t like how she felt about her job in general.  Someone was spying on her and she had to go to work with the same people who were invading her personal space.

The dread she felt about what was going to happen to her social media when those photos came out, only compounded the feelings.  She didn’t think they’d have gotten wind of it yet.  As quickly as TMZ could move, she still didn’t think the photos would be up yet.  But she couldn’t help but pick up her phone to see if anyone had started to tweet her.

The phone rang in her hand and Steve’s photo showed up on her screen.  She leaned back in her chair and hit connect, putting her earbuds in.  “Hey, you,” she said.  “Are you okay?”

“Of course, honey,” he said.  “I wanted to check in on you.  I’ve been dealing with this since World War II.  You haven’t, and the only reason you’re dealing with it now, is because of me.”

Melody couldn’t help but laugh at that.  “See I was going to say that it was my fault they were there.”

“Oh are we playing that game are we?” Steve teased. “Go on, tell me how you think it’s your fault.”

“I’m serious, Steve!” she squealed.

“I’m sure you are, sweetheart,” he chuckled.  “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking, considering I’m the famous one.”

She bit back laughter.  It was good to know this whole situation hadn’t upset him, and that he was so worried about her own well-being.  “Steve!” she yelped.  “Listen okay?”

“I’m listening,” he laughed.

“So I went up to see Jameson when I got back here.  I was really pissed that he’d sent photographers out to follow us back to the office.  He said I’d sent him an email to tell him and the rest of the press I was going to be there,” she explained.

“Why would you do that?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t do that,” she said.  “But he had an email from my address.  You can fake return addresses.  But I don’t know how anyone would have known where we were even going. It’s not like I wrote it down anywhere and we don’t just go back to the same restaurant all the time.  I think someone overheard the phone call.  Which makes me feel really safe here at work.  And now Jameson wants me to talk about you more in my column.  I don’t know what to do, Steve.  We just moved into a new apartment.  We’re on a lease.  I can’t afford to quit my job.  And Bobbi works here too!  What if they do it to her as well.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve said quickly.  “If someone is listening in to your conversations, then they can hear you right now.”

“Right.  Right,” she said.  “Of course, they could be.”  This was where they were now.  She couldn’t trust her job or anyone around her.  She wanted to believe that the staff she’d selected were all trustworthy, but now she couldn’t be sure.

“Can you come here after work?” Steve asked.  “I’d like to get Tony to check your phone for bugs.”

“Yeah, of course,” she said.  “I’ll come straight over.”

“I’ll get Bucky to invite Bobbi around too,” he said.  “We can talk this out.  All of it.  What you want to do with your job.  About how we keep our private lives private.  The column.  All of it.  Okay?”

“Yeah,” she said.  “Okay.  Thank you, Steve.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Steve said.  “This isn’t your fault.  Someone is using you to get to me.  We just have to work out how to stop them.”

“Okay,” she said, letting out a deep breath.  She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this man.  “I love you too.  I’ll see you tonight.”

She disconnected the call and sat back in her chair, staring at the phone which she was now fairly sure had betrayed her trust.  “Traitor,” she mumbled, tossing it onto her desk.  Closing her eyes she took a deep breath.  It was a lot to deal with but she knew Steve trusted her.  For now, that was the main thing.  She’d build everything else off that trust and together they’d figure this out.

// NEXT

[sillylittlelemon]

hehe hi im the anon from the first saiki kusuo matchup and i would love it if i could hear your in-depth thoughts on how it would be like for me and saiki 😭 ilysm btw u made my day <3333

Nuh-uh Anon, YOU made MY day

So there. lmao

But yes ofc! This one will probably take me longer because i want to do it super good, but i promise i'lldo my best to finish it promptly! <333

Omg anon im so sorry this took so long i love you i swear

Saiki headcanons

Like i said (or did i say? I think i said) Kusuo doesnt do bugs. You know this, i know this, everyone KNOWS this, so like- man up and get that spider the fuck away from him what the fuck are youdoing? Whyare you so slow? What do you mean youre scared?! Hurry up- OHMYGODITSMOVINGKEBCDZKCBSS

An actual conversation youve had. He didnt talk to you for roughly 29 hours after (he only relented when you showed him the fancy coffee jelly you got him)

We know he has an aversion to physical touch, but i feel like a while he sort of just does it on autopilot. Like- a hand on your lower back to redirect you in a crowd so you dont bump into that man thats about to run past, a hand slipping into yours when he can hear you starting to get overwhelmed by the crowd (or juzt Teruhashi bc that girl is a whole mess). Maybe an absent minded side hug when he gets distracted by something stupid his (totally not) friends are doing. Just fleeting, light touches for a while, then he slowly relents and lets you cuddle him. (Cue him stiff as a board as you hug him from behind as you guys lay and watch his show)

He never forgets ANYTHING. At all. Anniversaries, birthdays, firsts, nothing slips past him. His mind is a steel trap for dates. He remembers the exact SHADE of your favorite color as you point to it in a fleeting moment while you two walk. He remembers the way you smile as you pass your favorite flowers in a shop window, he just knows. And he acts all 'oh i dont care', he cares. That hobby you mentioned that you wanted to try in passing like 2 months ago? He has the basic supplies wrapped and in a box, ready for your birthday in a week.

I feel like jealousy can go either way with him- a) totally chill because he can literally read your mind and he KNOWS you arent interested in that dufus or b) completely irrational

So- lets say scenario a.

Some guy or girl is flirting with you (bc you a baddie no matter your preference) and he's watching, tempted to be amused as he watches them fumble at your outright bored look, stuttering over their words, face flushing and you just standing there like '🤨 spit it out? I have better things to do? Dont you see me clinging to my scrumptious boyfriend? Shoo fly, dont bother me.' And he can hear your inner complaints and he actually mearly cracks a smile at it, turning his face away to hide the subtle smirk

However- scenario b is a different story. Imagine this person is pushier, maybe they got a little.... handsy.

Oh no. No way in HELL is that sliding, okay? Youre clearly uncomfortable and youve told this guy/girl no more than once. My man is seething. Okay? Furious. Who do they think they are? Who gave them the right to lay a single one of their twisted, grimy, heathen fingers on you-. It literally takes the feel of your hand on his to realize he had shattered the phone in his hand. Said person is now scrambling to leave, a totel mess as they eye your downright terrifying twink looking boyfriend with enough hidden strength to shatter a phone. (After this was the forst time you... yknow)

[ninjago-forever]

Okay, forget niceties on to the nonsense theories-

First off, the ep. called "The Shattering Sword." (Have these been confirmed or debunked yet? Idk. Well, who cares, I got theories.)

What does it mean? Obviously it has something to do with Lloyd cause of that vision, and breaking his signature weapon. Thing is, that's THE most symbolic way of showing a character break. Harry and his wand? Eragon and Zar'roc? Leonardo and his katana's in 2003? And 2012? (Not sure about the last one-). So, what's going to happen to Lloyd?

I have a ton of theories. This is what happens when you're Ninjago obsessed, can't sleep, and you're desperately trying to keep your mind from... Dark stuff.

Lloyd loses the tournament. Possibly badly hurt/blind(kay, a stretch, BUT IT WOULD BE AWESOME)/ in a coma/maaaaaaybe lose a limb (Look, Cinder broke Wyldfyre's leg on screen. We've got mentions of mental health and panic attacks. Lego is testing the waters. I can hope.) Most obvious one, but... To make that big of a deal out of it... I feel like it also would shatter his spirit in some way. Also... I'm probably biased, but... I can't really see anyone beating him fairly...

Lloyd is poisoned (inspired by Tox supposedly being evil) and can't fight. Possibly in a coma.

Lloyd is somehow kidnapped by Ras's various competitors (Cinder, Nokt, Jordana [HOW IS SHE IN THIS?!?!], Tox, Jay, ect.). Possibly being prepared for sacrifice.

Ras & Co. somehow get a wolf mask on Lloyd and we have return of the golden oni. (I CAN HOPE)

Lloyd is upset because the team is broken. A lot of the ep. names have to do with betrayal and mistrust and all that nonsense, plus ToE has a lot to do with that too (Jay vs. Cole, Kai's second jealousy arc, Skyler ECT.), so it would make sense. What do I mean exactly? Well, Wyldfyre could be on a whole rage thing after losing Kai, Nya has that plus Jay returning with no memories of her and on Ras's side, Kai's sacrifice (though after his whole smiley thing with Arin idk), Zane maybe worked up over Pixel (there was a whole thing in ToE. There could be a repeat), Cole torn between the Finders and the Ninja (stretch but eh), Arin mad at Sora because he finds out how she tricked him, Sora trying to make up for that plus whatever's supposed to happen with Jordana (though it doesn't seem like she cares about that), you get the idea. Return of window cleaner Lloyd basically. Most likely one imo.

One last thing, one of Lloyd's visions showed another sword breaking, a stone one with a purple/fuchsia gem in the hilt and was seen being held by Beatrix. Maybe this has nothing to do with Lloyd but rather that sword-or maybe someone beats him with it.

Then again, we don't even know if these titles are real and I could very well be overreacting :D. Anyways, PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS SHARE YOU THOUGHTS AND REBLOG! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SHARING THEORIES LIKE THIS AND ID LOVE TO DEBATE! (In a fun way ofc.)

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1129 - Initial Thoughts

A little late in the evening but the latest One Piece chapter made it on a Thursday

We know we're in a makeshift world made by a giant posing as a 'Sun God' but now we've pissed them off and we're riding a cat outta here

Just your regular shenaniganry, let's see what comes next

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

Nice to see Tama still training, but the cover story still feels stop/start, people are going missing, Inu is concerned, we aren't gonna do anything about that?

The villagers try to calm the 'Sun God' but it's no use

They're not so good with the facade either, calling them the titular 'living dolls'

Their 'temple' is their room, and their pets are their 'servants'

The crew wanna get away though, still riding on the Iskat

Luffy though shows some light appreciation for all the work taken into building this place...so ofc Iskat breaks a bit of it

The mirrors around the room create an illusion, but there's nothing behind the 'Yggdrasil' tree, meaning they're halfway

Nami tosses the blueprints, mainly because she memorized them

Even Luffy is now seeing the deception, that's when you know you're had

The big sun staff though is actually a net! What are you trying to catch Fairy God Parents?

They call the place a 'Giant Detention Center', so is it like a prison?

Huh, a prison for giants, which means they're confident the crew can't escape as they trap them in the net

Dehehe seems to be their unique laugh too

The net however is no match for Sanji and Zoro, even with metal wire

The 'Sun God' remains confident though, feeling they would be intercepted by the Ear God

Unfortunately now they get told that the Ear God has been wiped out and god we saw the bones

Luffy you picked this guy's pet clean!

They call it their 'Gult Bunny', could be a reference to Glut but there's not really a bunny reference there

Instead of anger though, the 'Sun God' marvels at the chaos, going full immersion to how the Straw Hats are influencing their miniature world

Oh, it seems some locals are aware that they're living in a ruse, seeking an opportunity to leave

This 'Sun God' knows Hajrudin, but doesn't seem to approve of Luffy like he does

Usopp shoots out a massive Skull Bombgrass, it breaks the mirror but there's still a wall behind

'Setbacks and Disappointment, that's the core of Character Development' - don't forget trauma and angst

The 'Sun God' addresses the crew with the suffix '-Taso', but even the crew don't know what it means

Uh huuuuuh, that Gear Fourth 'mistake' a few chapters back was actually not a mistake, it seems that Luffy can gauge Gear Fourth in smaller bursts and areas, as he preps a Kong Gun

Nami asks Usopp if nobody's to blame over a natural disaster and we already know what she's thinking

Of course Sanji supports this idea, mainly because of jealousy for being able to dress her

We flash back now, Muginn seemed to pick up the Sunny

The 'Sun God' is actually a face you might know, Road the Navigator from Hajrudin's crew

Your current getup is better than your regular though bud

He was also surprised to see that his Raven has picked up the Straw Hats, and wonders why they're sleeping

Seems that there is a 'Sleeping Mist Belt', causing the bout of unconsciousness

Road didn't appreciate Hajrudin joining the Grand Fleet on his own volition, seems Road has a bit of stigma towards humans, thinking them frail

But the casual lusting of Nami continues, she stirs but he seems to put them to sleep again

Road continues to brag, wanting them to stay and run wild, but they are blind to the massive black cloud overhead

'Sun God' meet Lightning God

The lightning bolt hits but doesn't knock Road down, hella durable these giants

Luffy laments leaving legoland, but ends the chapter bursting through the wall

Another fun chapter there, a bit more context and lore going on

bit odd the giants didn't know about a sleeping mist area, maybe too busy partying?

It's funny now how many thought Road was a girl simply because of heels, Brook has worn heels after all. It being a member of Hajrudin's crew is an interesting wrinkle, it shows that there is some cultural stigma towards humans, maybe some that disagree with not just Hajrudin but Dorry and Brogy.

Luffy's appreciation for the block world does feel like it'll come back around, but still you ate his rabbit! Road himself does have that One Piece-esque kookiness, bit too invested in storytelling maybe? Elbaf is Fable backwards after all.

Speaking of, the end of the chapter has the crew hoping that they're in Elbaf, I'm not so sure, feels like it could be a misdirect. Road called it a 'Giant Detention Center' so maybe it's on the outskirts, if he's the only one manning it too it might've been abandoned.

We shall see how close and how far we are to Elbaf yet.

[stargirlie25]

SARAH JANET MASS PLEASEE

I just know when we get the Elucien book we are not in for a sappy romcom.

We are going to get All of Elains feelings of being underestimated and her sadness towards losing her dad.

We are probably going to get flashbacks of Luciens childhood, during Amaranthas reign,Jesmendas death,Tamlins abuse,his eye AND HOLY CRAP ITS GOING TO BREAK ME.

I just know Luciens mind space will be the most heart wrenching thing ever. The way he thinks he is nothing and how he use to cover his pain with a goofy smile. I SWEAR those characters are always the characters who are going to make you SOB.

We are going to get how Elain feels the need to erase who she is to fit in to the NC while slowly draining the life from her. We are going to see her confuse herself with HER future and her sisters future.

These two people who never ever had a true home. A place where they can be themselves and equally respected as would a Trained Illyrian man and a badb!tch women. So far they have not got that.

I just know they are going to say the most angsty heart breaking things that will break them both. I know they will both say things they regret and just wish to be in eachothers arms.

I suspect they might have a downfall where Elain is once again sitting silently in the NC and Lucien constantly working but never visiting Elain.

No i dont want Elain to grovel. I want her to pin after him. I want her to start to realise how special he is but eventually see he is far more distant and upset herself by thinking it is her fault. I want him to tell her that he could never forget about her even if he tried to.

I want to see jealousy from both sides that bring out parts of them they both have never explored. I want to see them test each others limits. I want to see them HEAL each other (as sarah said they would so she better give that)

Im pretty sure there will be a conflict in which separates them kind of like the nessian/blood rite situation.

Then i want to see Elain defend Lucien in front of all who have done him wrong and say that he is her home and vice versa ofc.

I want him to show her all the colours of the world she has dreamed to see except no one thought so.

I want her to indulge with different people and make new friends (sorry imo Nuala and cerridwen are like aunties or grandmothers not girlfriends)

LAST OF ALL I WANT MY ELUCIENS BABIES TO BE HAPPY

I want her to snort when he makes a joke

i want them to have a food fight or something improper ifykwim

i want her to weave flowers into his hair

I want them to dance at a ball

I want to see her wait for him to come to the NC.

I want Lucien to tell Elain about all his adventures with her dad.

I ALSO WANT LUCIEN x HELION MOMENTS PLEASEEEEEE

I need my man to HL too. It has been foreshadowed imo.

[ravencromwell]

Interview With The Vampire Pilot Musings

This was a pilot so saturated with nuance I found myself wanting to note my thoughts, to fully track how they shifted across the season. Thought my odd journaling's might be of interest to others. Beneath a cut, because verbosity is my middle name :)

DANIEL. Crusty, exhausted, taking immense pride in his skill. God! I love you!

Especially because through how radically Daniel has reshaped himself, we see how emotionally static Louie still is, particularly around events ending his human life.

Daniel: goes from this high young man asking—at least as he sees it— all the wrong questions, not following up on contradictions, desperate more for the immortality of vampirism than a dedication to his craft into a man determined to tell a true tale, certain in his instincts and abilities even as death stalks him.

Louie: is still swearing up and down that no, no, I didn't want to pull a knife on my brother but you couldn't be seen as weak on Liberty Street.

Oh honey: in a colder light, you may have realized Paul was ill, but yeah, in that moment, the feral need to stop being judged by your nearest and dearest reigned supreme, and you absolutely *wanted* to cut him.

Failing to admit the nuances serves no one. Was Paul's death terrible? Unspeakably. Was Paul, illness or no, often viciously homophobic and undermining the very business that kept Louie's family in comfort while they looked away? Absolutely. And so ofc Louie could love and hate him simultaneously. But even a century later, those contradictions terrify him and it's so _sad.

Look, there are two kinds of good vampire tales: one involves a person desperate to be moral because that morality brings them genuine comfort, pulled in to depravity and floundering to keep hold of the truest essence of themselves.

The other: a person who feels desperately constrained to morality—or at least its imitation—because the society will flay them alive for deviation, finally given permission to be feral and free.

And as much as Louie wants! so bad to think he's in story one, he's in story two. And Lestat sees it _instantly. Look at how surprised and impressed he is when Louie pulls out the second wad of cash to bid for Lily, and he has to pull out a third and the ring.

(Also mad, let's be real, because he's already decided he wants Louis after the knife incident and Louis should be fixated on _him, not Lily. But mostly impressed.)

And the moments we see Louie unafraid to express himself, even as a black man—which he feels the constraints of _desperately—are with Lestat. In the ecstasy of their kisses or the rage of: "Don't do that shit. Not with my family."

He forces it back down, laughs and says when Paul's not picking at his plate he's picking a fight. But even this early, we see that Lestat lets Louie be _free. Louie says he was "a rougher thing then" to Daniel. But I wonder how much he's fleeing from the feral freedom Lestat offered, just as he fled after their first night?

And isn't it _fascinating, how we already see Louie influencing Lestat? "Not with my family" Louie snarls, and Lestat quiets, gentles: something wild stroked back to civility. And he's _sheepish: "I fear your family has an everlasting grudge against me"

For all everything above is true, this show never slips into the easy trope of Lestat as shining savior, never lets us forget how profoundly changed into monstrosity he has been by immortality.

I almost made that sentence more concise and said how *inhuman* Lestat is, but that's simply not right. All his emotions: empathy for Louie's struggles, jealousy over how Louie flees to Lily and the church, _so much _rage, are viscerally human.

They've just been made, for the most part, viciously selfish because how could they not be? When you live watching people flicker out like fireflies while you and your desires persist, it would be so hard to see them as equals instead of backdrops to your constant play.

(And that is one way in which, for all he is running from desires we're just like: embrace! you deserve it! Louie excels beyond Lestat. He has followed Daniel's career, seems legit pleased and proud of his accomplishments.

People, in all their frailty, still matter to Louie, and he wants to keep it that way.)

Whereas, with rare exception *coughLouie* Lestat doesn't give a fuck. And even with Louie, he wants to take away the good parts of humanity we see with Daniel: striving to leave the world better because you understand your own fragility etc.

And with people like Lily: well. She died two weeks before, and we know that she was gone when Louie woke up at Lestat's. Anyone else getting the heavy implication after she served her purpose in bringing them together, he took her down to the docks and killed her?

Before I finish my thought about Lily, I have to double back to servility in two moments. The card game when Lestat fumes over racism and literally externalizes Louie's worth by letting him win, and in the church where he urges him to take off the awful servility we've seen throughout the show, whether it's placating the white alderman in that terrible meek voice or begging his mother to understand it really was an accident with Paul.

Those moments? Fucking hot You could be all on board bandwagon Lestat.

 But there's Lily.

This astonishingly gentle woman: "I don't know what you're saying, but it's awful nice" to Lestat and: "It's fine, love," to Louie over kissing Lestat's hand etc. was just apawn to facilitate Lestat's seduction.

That all her hopes and dreams were snuffed out, more than likely, because Louis dared to get her off when his attention should've been for Lestat is appalling.

Especially in light of how her accepting "it's fine love" contrasts so starkly with the rest of the homophobia.

And we are forced to sit with the complexity of that awfulness juxtaposed with his clear _adoration of Louie: not merely as object, but as full person (see again the _card game holy shit)

That comfort with contradiction is so fucking _brave: absolutely my favorite show element.

That same ambiguity suffuses Paul's death, too. Louie says to Daniel that "a vampire was bored and my brother died" implying Lestat used his thought trick to force Paul over.

I'm surprisingly more inclined to believe Lestat's story that he longed for the flagstones.

Oh, I'm _certain he was meddling, but as we see with Louie: you can resist a vampire's thoughts. Look how often Lestat says "come to me" and Louie is just like nope, fuck you going to get drunk and find Lily thanks.

Paul is not absolved of culpability, even with Lestat, even with his illness.

And oh! oh there is something so sad in how the brothers run from their guilty pleasures: Louie from pulling the knife and his "vodka-soaked encounters", Paul with those awful disconsolate last words: "I ate too much checker cake" as though leaping were a penance for enjoying earthly pleasures.

Part of the reason I'm so glad they included Lestat's cruelty toward Lily—and I think the show understood this would be the case—is my ambivalence toward Paul's death.

Because for all I said there was an aching sadness in his cake line, and for all there was such a hopeful beauty in the wedding dancing, his relationship with Louie was going downhill fast.

The homophobia over dinner: unspeakably awful. The way he picked at Lestat's religiosity: cruel, man.

There was at least a reason for Lestat's meddling which those queer folk among us especially could find ourselves viscerally sympathizing with. So many of us have wanted to view religion as a site of healing, and then wondered why any God not utterly impotent lets us be persecuted in his name.

And while Lestat's persecution was for piety rather than homophobia, it rings such an answering cord we _understand why his rage lingered after Paul ripped open that wound—especially in light of Paul's prying around their relationship.

The part in death was not _excusable, but it was comprehensible and could have obscured Lestat's monstrosity somewhat.

But what happened with Lily, and then with father Mathias, leaves Lestat unequivocally as man capable of both great gentleness and out of proportion brutality.

"Lost in the throes of wonder" my GOD what a line to end on. The entire show's fearless sensuality—they're _flying! quite literally! during that first kiss—capped off by the church scene was a masterclass.

Lestat, burning a representation of his torment, and remaking it as a sight of queer desire, with the beauty of the kiss and all its jagged edges with the blood and flame? Literally consecrating their love amid the holiest element and the blood of Christ's avatars as a backward fuck you communion?

my scarred by religion queer soul soared.

Even as I sat in and appreciated the ambiguity of the decision to make Father Mathias warm and kind, the reminder that not all religion was cruel like Paul, and Lestat didn't need to go this far, caught between clapping and crying as I had been for an hour.

I'm sure the assistant will be important: he keeps being mentioned too much not to be, but right now, my focus is all Louie and Lestat all the time.

And that astonishingly beautiful: "I was seen." You cannot fully hate or condemn Lestat after that: not as a queer person especially, always craving reflection in someone else's gaze. You just. can't.

Also: best line of the show? "Why did you lie about leaving the opera early? You were nearly weeping when the curtain fell. Why hide that?" FUCK. Lestat glories in Louie's full, vivid self-expression. (Also, Lestat loves his Mum so much, even after these years—"she gave me every advantage as a young man" I'll die on this hill:  reveling in this man's ambiguity is the only thing allowing investment in this relationship and the entire production.

[mooflettes]

Tbh, I think that Pecharunt used to be mischievous but never causing any real trouble. But after being banished, he became a lot more malicious and revenge driven. I’d say he needed the masks so that he can absorb them and be able to see where Terapogas is. Despite all this, he keeps his mischievous side as a facade, as a coping mechanism to forget about the physical and mental pain he has to constantly endure. Almost like a mask if you think about it.

I’d say that Pecharunt renamed itself to ‘Dokutaro’ or ‘Dokuwāro’ to sound more menacing.

Now, I really hope Pecharunt becomes the main antagonist on its own in this fic since most antagonists tend to be evil teams who sometimes controlled legendary Pokémon, in my opinion, it’s gotten a bit stale. So it’ll be interesting to see a Pokémon acting as an antagonist on its own and acting malicious (Pecharunt actually wants to KILL Millie).

So whatever Project Venus is, I can see Pecharunt sabotaging it and using it to its own benefits.

Now, for some headcanon powers, I think that he can release souls that he absorbed to have some kind of hive-mind. To make up his lack of combat skills, he’s a master at manipulating others and a master at psychological warfare. As he was able to manipulate Kieran to do what it wants but leave Kieran in the dust.

He would also kill his victims by manipulating them to kill themselves, since to him, it’s easier to absorb souls this way.

And, by psychological warfare, he does that again and again even at the end of the fic as before he unfused and everyone was celebrating, he used the last of his power to blast at Carmine as he knew that Kieran would save her. And that does happen. Carmine would be overwhelmed with guilt from that incident onwards. Since Kieran is now trapped in the timeline where the future paradox Pokémon live. Which is why I said this ending has a hollow victory, the protagonists won, but at what cost?

Kieran would break out of Pecharunt’s control later on by the protags, only to suffer later on again.

Since if I were to put in Pecharunt’s words when asked by the protagonists:

“The world has betrayed me, so why should I play fair?!”

(He can speak but choosing to Poké speak instead)

SORRY FOR RAMBLING ON AGAIN. I have some ideas but I think I gone a bit overboard. But again, you choose to use any of these ideas if you want!

WTF THIS ANSWER GOES HARD!!! I DONT THINK YOU REALIZE IT BUT YOURE A BIT ON THE NOSE WITH WHAT I BELIEVE ABOUT PECHARUNT WOULD IN PROJECT VENUS! Ofc, I wanna keep the twists and turns surprises, so I can't rlly go in-depth with how right you might be or WHO "Project Venus" is.

But I do believe that Pecharunt could absorb souls and release them, or like the toxic chain, chain those souls to itself (Think of how Shinigami gets Yuma to follow her around in Rain Code)

But it is also parasitic, in which it infects itself onto a main host and then that host has most of its power, which it can inflict onto others via zombification, resurrection, etc!

I cant say who or what gets possessed in Project Venus other than the obvious, but I'll say that the idea will actualky be used in canon, soon.

About Carmine...she is HEAVILY GUILTY for how she treated her brother, and in the fic I plan for Carmine and other characters to have tender moments, as pokémon doesn't fully get to delve into the nitty-gritty of family issues like I want them to (ie. Grief, jealousy, tension, etc.) And we already see such an example with Millie and her mother

I wanna cover as many bases as I can without making Millie seem like a "woe is meee" type character. While she is our protag and she has her moments I want to allow her, and many others, to at least gave clarity

ALSO PLEASE DON'T APOLOGIZE! YOUR RAMBLES ARE MUCH APPRECIATED AND IT'S MOTIVATING ME TO WRITE AGAIN! I SHOULD REALLY GET TO WORK ON THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON TBH LOL BUT UT DOES MEAN BUNCHES YOU SHOW GREAT INTEREST!!!

[algolagniaa]

I think I used to view other women in my life through a lens of like. oh someone wants you so you’re different from me. and it wasn’t from a place of caring about male approval rly bc I wanted to be wanted by a woman but it was like - in kids books there are often a lot of boys and One girl and that girl is Very Special (and this was def something I picked up on bc I would make a lot of female characters and then despair of the fact I HAD to make enough boys to outnumber them. and the boys would all be super boring cardboard people bc I really only wanted to write about the super awesome girls but I thought that was how it Had to be) and then in teen books there’s again One girl who’s special enough to lead the revolution and have every single guy interested in her. and I have always had a huge complex about being special thanks mom and dad for how thoroughly you set me up for that and it would bum me out like I would lose a sparring match against another girl and in my head I’d be like oh :( I thought I was Alanna the lioness but I’m not :( that’s her and I’m just a normie girl :( which didn’t make sense bc I didn’t think the same about boys at all but it wasn’t even that I thought boys were better in any way I just thought yay I get to beat them up!!! like they weren’t in the running to be special at all bc 1) boys weren’t special and 2) boys didn’t Have to be special. and that was when I was a kid but when I was a teenager it stopped being so much about like, being chosen by faeries or w/e and started being about relationships. bc all my friends had boyfriends or at least boy drama and my brother had a girlfriend and did I have a girlfriend? no. bc I was an out lesbian and there weren’t a whole lot of out teenage lesbians in Orange County in 2009 but ofc I didn’t look at it that logically I just thought it meant I wasn’t Special. and it’s weird bc looking back on my life I have managed to attract a ridiculous amount of girls/women to me considering I’m a lesbian with no game like idk how I managed to do it but I figured it out somehow and p much always had if not a girlfriend at least a girl who I could sleep with. but usually they were very low quality women bc I had no standards whatsoever so they would treat me like shit a lot and then that still didn’t count for what I wanted bc they obviously didn’t love me and I was miserable and felt like I had to play a part in order to keep them interested and I would look at other women who were in relationships that seemed better than mine and go wow she’s Special. she’s so much prettier and better and more interesting than me. obviously or else she wouldn’t have been Chosen when I wasn’t. forget about the fact that we aren’t even competing to date the same people. the light of heaven shines down on her but not me.

anyway I wrote about more about that than I intended to but my original point was - that idea that I’m Not Special has been a part of my self concept for a very long time. and I’m at a point in my life where it doesn’t make sense at all anymore. and not even just because I’m in a loving relationship with someone who makes me feel very special although that does help. it’s a lot more that I have things in my life I’m proud of that I did by myself. not even just accomplishments in the general sense of the word (although getting a degree and getting such good grades and accepted into honors societies is a big part of it) but like I’ve Done things and gone places and had adventures and had so much fun. and I know I’m going to keep doing that. packing up this trailer sucks and is miserable but it’s also really cool bc I remember the miserable mindset I had when I moved in and the mindset I have now is so different from that. and I don’t feel any more like there’s anything that I need that I don’t have. and it’s really incredible BUT my brain still wants to hold onto this mindset of jealousy and not being enough just because that’s what it’s used to and not doing that requires a whole overhaul not only of how I see myself but also of how I see other people. and as hard as it is for me to admit that mostly means other women bc I’ve never in my life been jealous of a man other than my brother I just actually hate them.

[drifting-wreckers]

See the Light, Chapter 3: Drink Me, Eat Me

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV x OFC: romance, drama, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, sort of doctor/patient

(And so the smut begins...)

Word had reached back to the abbey that Cardinal Copia had ascended to Papa Emeritus IV, though the news was unfortunately tainted by the shocking murders of the first three Emeritus brothers. The abbey had been thrown into a state of uncertainty, at least until the illustrious new Papa returned with his fresh paints and robes. Evelyn had found herself stood at the back of the chapel for his first Papal sermon in full regalia, watching as the power and confidence he spoke with reinvigorated the Siblings. She smiled quietly to herself as her gaze shifted to the rapturous devotees. He had certainly earned his position right along with the party held in his honor that the Siblings would use as a chance to drink, sin, and forget their woes. It would’ve been a night Terzo would’ve loved, and she likely would have enjoyed exchanging barbs with Secondo, but she wasn’t much in the mood to party.

Evelyn had slipped silently from the party, having wanted to congratulate Copia but not finding it in her to break through the crowd of Sisters that had swarmed him. The feeling in her gut was uncomfortable, recognizable as jealousy though she had no business acknowledging it. Unfortunately, with a sudden uptick in requests for gynecologic exams prior to his return and the excited titters of her patients hoping to congratulate Papa…she had become well-acquainted with the bitter emotion. She returned to the clinic, her quarters a suite attached to it, yet-unaware that Papa’s eyes had tracked her around the party before he, himself, managed to extricate himself from the disappointed Sisters.

She was startled by a knock, having just pulled the robe off her shoulders and set her boots against a wall. She sighed heavily before clumsily retying it, not caring for her usual perfection as long as her hair was covered and her mask remained in place. When she pulled the door open and found him on the other side, her cheeks flushed.

“Co-…um…Papa, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Her fingers twined together in front of her. “Congratulations, by the way. Well-deserved.”

Copia had found himself with ample time after his ascension to consider what to do with his return…and he had decided after several painful nights occupied by dreams of hot whispers and sweet brown eyes and slender fingers that Imperator would not supersede his decision on this. And seeing her - robes somewhat askew and a few strands of brown hair about her face - only solidified his decision.

“Ah, Dottore, thank you…but please, for you, just Copia still.” There was that heat in her chest again. “May I come in…? I…wish to speak with you about some things.”

She glanced over his shoulder to find the hall empty, but nodded, allowing him through before the door closed behind him. When he turned to face her, her ungloved hands fiddled together. “Is everything okay, Copia?” her tone was somewhat different, familiar to him, he realized but he couldn’t place how. And Evelyn realized too-late that her guard had dropped, her professional tone missing.

“…Evelyn…as Papa…I…I would…I would request that when we are alone you remove the mask…” when her posture started to stiffen, he rushed to add “…if you are comfortable. This would…this would be between only the two of us, I will not tell Sister Imperator or anyone and…”

Her heart was pounding in her chest, suddenly nervous…but if this was an order from a Papa…did this supersede Imperator…?

“Is this…a Papal order?”

Something about the way that mask looked at him sparked a fire in his chest and his uncertainty vanished. His spine straightened, shoulders pulled back. “…si…this is an order from your Papa.”

That warmth in her chest started to drift downward, pooling low in her belly. There was no way she could deny him this, no way she really wanted to. The confidence and authority in his tone made no room to refuse even had she considered it. And so the first thing she did was drop the hood of the robe, the mask tied around the auburn-highlighted locks in a neat bun. Copia’s breath caught.

“As Papa wishes, I suppose.”

The robes unzipped and untied, she shrugged them from her shoulders, revealing the curves of ample breasts, a flare of hips encased in a tank top and leggings – it had been hot, after all. The glimpses of ink he had seen on her left arm wrapped around in intricate detail all the way to her shoulder, the definitive profile of a plague doctor’s mask the focal piece up at her bicep. As she turned and neatly folded the robes to set them aside, he found himself mesmerized by her hair which she loosed next, auburn strands cascading past her shoulder blades in waves.

The mask followed and his hands tightened on each other, the leather creaking as his breath stuttered in anticipation. She turned, at last, and his eyes widened.

“…you…you were the sister by Primo’s roses that morning…” The words were beyond his lips before he could stop himself. He caught the lightest flush on her cheeks and she nodded slowly.

“Yes…you, um…caught me on my morning where most people aren’t out and about…”

She could feel his eyes tracing every line of her face and then down; the heat in her belly intensified. “Bellissima…” he murmured, and while her Italian remained bad, that she understood.

“It’s…it’s nice to formally meet you, Copia…”

He approached slowly, gloved hand lifting to her cheek before he could stop himself. “Evelyn…” he murmured her name, and the edge to his voice made her breath catch. “…I knew you would be, but seeing you now…breath-taking.” He was captured in her thrall, the words slipping from him before he could even consider filtering them. She couldn’t maintain eye contact with his intense gaze, melting at his words and the heat of his gloved palm. That white iris was so eerily penetrating.

“You…you flatter me, Papa.”

“Copia.” He corrected again. “You…you should always call me by name.” At last, unobstructed, he could see the sweet blush on her cheeks, watch her full lips part as she exhaled nervously.

“…Copia…” her voice was a whisper, her stomach in knots. She had already unveiled herself, stood before him in nothing but her tank top and leggings, she couldn’t give in to that desire, that need…could she? “You…” she hesitated. “…there are plenty of women out there that have been anxiously awaiting your arrival…I…” she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. For a moment, his own insecurity crept in, until his finger crooked under her chin, forcing their eye contact and when he saw the unmistakable glimmer in her eyes, he doubled down.

“Evelyn…” Satan, the way her chest heaved when he said her name… “Given the choice, cara, I would choose here every time. I have been thinking about you every day since we left and it has only gotten worse since I knew we were returning.” There was a beat of silence as their eyes remained locked. “I would never intentionally want to put you into an uncomfortable position…” his tone had dropped, as if afraid speaking too loudly into the space between them would frighten her off. “Tell me, cara, at any point to leave and I will. I do not want to ever pressure or-!”

She couldn’t take it anymore: grabbed him by the lapels of his distressed black blazer to help close the distance between their bodies and sealed her lips to his. Copia didn’t hesitate in his response, his chest tight with heat and emotion and unable to stop his hands from threading into those glorious locks as they pulled flush against one-another. He groaned low in his chest as her tongue brushed the seam of his lips, the intensity amplifying fourfold as their tongues danced.

He was determined not to let her make the next move, though her wandering hands managed to push his blazer off his shoulders. It hit the floor and he growled as his hands moved to her waist and started walking her backwards. He refused to concede her lips for any longer than it took to pull her tank top over her head and discard it as she managed to untie the blue ascot. Those deft fingers of hers worked at the buttons of his shirt next and it hit the floor as they stumbled through the pocket doors that led to that cozy reading nook and straight to the door he knew led to the one place he hadn’t been to yet: her bedroom.

Their lips finally parted as her calves hit the bed and she stumbled down to sit on the mattress. They took a moment to catch their breaths, that white eye of his glowed in the dim lighting of her room and her heart stuttered. Her hands lifted behind her, eyes on his as she unclasped her bra and let the straps fall from her shoulders. He faltered, gaze falling to her heaving chest.

“Cazzo, Evelyn…” His right hand eclipsed her left breast, the leather glove chill against her heated skin and causing her to flinch as his thumb tweaked the erect nipple. She couldn’t help but whimper, breathless until he leaned down and kissed her again. He knelt on the bed and nudged her back to the mattress. Her back arched into his touch and his lips moved to her jaw, then the curve of her neck. He was murmuring against her skin in Italian though that was about where her comprehension stopped, particularly as his tongue occupied itself with her right nipple. Her hands flit through his hair as he lathed her left breast in a similar manner. He tossed his gloves, desperate to feel her smooth skin under his bare palms.

He skirted her sides and down to the waistband of her leggings. He was trying to take his time, he really was, but the whimpered moan she breathed when his thumb and lips brushed against the sensitive, soft skin he revealed dove straight to his cock. He made quick work of her leggings before promptly coaxing her further up the bed. He gazed down at her reverently for a moment, and she bit her bottom lip under his scrutiny.

“Copia…” she murmured impatiently, her hips wiggling. “…your pants are still on.”

His dark chuckle made her squirm. “Si, tesoro…they are. Pazienza.” He leaned over her once more, balanced on his arms as he once again kissed her lips and took a moment to grind his erection against her center before his lips moved to her neck, then down to each breast. “I have a lot to…appreciate…before these come off.”

“Copia,” she whined once more, restless and needy. The anticipation was damn-near painful and she already knew she was embarrassingly wet beneath him. What could she say? She hadn’t even been able to dress in regular clothes in so long, let alone be touched by anyone but herself. She was quickly losing any shame of being desperate for him.

He smirked against her skin as he brought one leg over his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh, so delightfully close to where they both wanted him to be. “Cara mia, pazienza. Hai un profumo così dolce…” She had started to speak again but the sentence was cut off by a keening moan as his tongue traced her core all the way to her clit, earning an uncontrolled buck of her hips, a string of profanity that might have made Secondo blush, and her hands burying into his hair tightly. He groaned at her sweetness and each wanton and desperate noise that left her.

“Si, that’s it…” he growled, two fingers sliding easily into her heat and curling upwards as his lips continued to tweak and suck on her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, I-!” The coil in her belly tightened and snapped altogether, and far-more abruptly than she had anticipated. She moaned loudly, hands in his hair and holding his face to her center as she bucked and writhed beneath him, his fingers curling through her orgasm until she was limp and gasping. Her body twitched several times in the aftershocks as he ever-so-gently removed his fingers and licked whatever excess wetness he could find.

She was breathless at that point, finally cognizant enough to pull at least one hand from his hair in order to drape her arm across her eyes and hide in the crook of her own elbow. “Unholy fuck, Copia,” she muttered into the bleary, spotted darkness. She could both hear and feel him chuckle against her thigh as he kissed his way back up her body, her other hand blindly caressing his cheek before falling to the bed. “I know it’s been…a minute since I’ve been able to participate in any of the carnal sins but…fuck…”

He propped himself up on his arms once again and took a moment to take in the elegant curves of her naked body, those bruised full lips first parted and then pursed as she took a deep, slow breath and sighed the exhale. He hummed, delighted at the movement until she seemed to catch on to his pause and started to lift her arm off her eyes. He waited for those deep, chocolate brown irises to find his, waited for the blush that he somehow knew would follow and then promptly kissed her as she opened her mouth to ask a question.

She melted into the kiss once again, this one a bit more languid though just as impassioned. His hips pressed to hers gently, though with the tightness of his pants as they normally were, the rigid outline of his cock pressed against the laces was nothing he could even consider hiding. Her hands wandered down to those ties, fingers fumbling at first but then losing them altogether as he pushed up and sat back on his haunches and out of her reach. Her full-fledged pout actually made him chuckle, which she certainly did not appreciate. 

“Ah, ah, cara mia...” he tsked lightly as his own hands moved to the ties. “This night is for you…we will enjoy other things later. Il tuo piacere è il mio piacere.”

Evelyn damn-near whimpered. She had genuinely realized she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had any sort of relations with anyone but herself and a toy, and now she was somehow naked with Papa Emeritus IV, himself, watching as he removed his pants and insisted on focusing on her pleasure. She didn’t even want to question how she had gotten so lucky, particularly as those Satan-damned, painted on pants came slowly – and admittedly a bit gracelessly, but how the hell could anyone get those off gracefully? – off his hips. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as his cock bounced free, thick and promising, and Lucifer help her, his thighs…

Proud as he was of the pleasure she had so-clearly delighted in, he gave pause right before he had planned to crawl back on top of her and she noticed, head cocking slightly to the side and mussing her hair further against the duvet. He cleared his throat slightly. “Eh, tesoro…I did just realize that I did not exactly come prepared…” Her eyebrow quirked and she could see the embarrassed fluster growing on his cheeks that made her bite her lip in an attempt to contain her growing smile.

…was the fucking anti-Pope admitting that he didn’t bring a condom and wanting to be safe?

She couldn’t contain her grin any longer and laughed lightly much to his chagrin. She bent one leg and folded an arm behind her head as she gazed warmly at him. “I am the abbey physician, Papa,” she teased. “I not only have a hefty supply of condoms for our most-rowdy and lascivious of Siblings, but I also keep a supply of Plan B, and have taken care of my own birth control for many years.” He blinked at her openness and she shrugged. “I also have the privilege of knowing you have been clean every time we’ve tested you, and I’m certainly clean, as well, so…” Her bravado started to fade slightly, her own cheeks fetching the slightest flush of color. “…I suppose what I’m trying to say is, well…the choice is yours, Copia. I trust you.” And she would be entirely lying if she tried to say that she didn’t want him buried to the hilt with nothing between them, but…she wasn’t about to admit that aloud quite yet.

Copia stared at her for a moment, eyes locked as he felt that heat somehow grow exponentially more. There was an immense power in the trust she had bestowed upon him, which was not something he intended to take for granted. “Sei sesso e divinità insieme, tesoro,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He finally crawled back over her and her bashful grin expanded as her knees framed his hips and her arms lifted to curl around his neck as he leveled another slow kiss to her lips. That slowness was soon to fade as the wanton desire settled back into their chests, particularly as his shaft settled against her wet core. The friction made them both whine.

Evelyn’s hips canted against him restlessly, successfully adding friction to her clit but not quite satisfying that ingratiating need to be filled. “Copia, please,” she breathed against his lips, as needy as she was when she’d first kissed him. He hissed out a breath, already feeling his self-control waning at just the whisper of her warmth against him.

“Cazzo, Evelyn…you are not making this easy for me.”

She huffed and pressed herself against him further. “You’re not making this any easier on me,” her eyes met his. “I want you. Now.”

…well, he wasn’t going to deny her that.

He pulled back just so he had enough room to take hold of his shaft and press the tip to her folds. His brow furrowed as he pushed forward, hands shifting to her sides as she sucked in a breath at the stretch and fullness of him. She gasped a breath as he pushed deeper, eyelids fluttering closed a moment as his forehead pressed to hers and they both muttered a string of curses between them. He held still once he had seated himself fully within her and released a shuttering breath as she fluttered and adjusted around him.

Her eyes opened, pupils blown wide with lust and desire as she took in his furrowed brow, smudged paints and disheveled hair. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth just slightly, as she found herself more enthralled by him than ever. Cardinal, Papa Emeritus IV…Copia. This man always proved to be so multifaceted.

His cock throbbed and her hips reflexively ground against him, earning breathy groans from them both as his eyes finally opened and found hers. They found a pace to suit them and her legs tangled with his as he set slow, full thrusts to enjoy and appreciate every inch of friction…at least until he couldn’t control his impatience any further. His pace quickened, thrusts firmer as she whimpered and moaned, his angle shifting just slightly until he found that delectable spot he’d found with his fingers earlier. Her nails bit into his back as she cursed, unable to control the buck of her hips as the coil tightened again.

“Questo è tutto, cara mia…Vieni per Papa…” he growled, feeling his own end speeding towards him but desperate to get her there first. His thumb reached down, collected her own slick and then pressed to her clit firmly. “Cum for me, Evelyn. Tell me.”

Overwhelmed by sensation and friction and heat, she couldn’t do anything but obey. Her vision spotted. “Fuck, Copia, I’m-….I’m cumming!” The words ended on a loud moan as her hips twitched and bucked against him, head thrown back into the duvet as her walls collapsed and squeezed around him, inevitably earning a string of curses in Italian as his cock throbbed and he spilled inside her, hips rolling and slowing to a stop as their orgasms faded.

Evelyn’s eyes rested closed for a moment as her mind began to register everything that had happened…and how quickly it had happened. Her breathing slowed as the sensitized nerves of her skin registered the body heat now pressed flush against her side. Her eyes finally fluttered open, finding that so-familiar heterochromatic gaze warm and content on her face as his hand drifted along her side. His paints were smudged and smeared, inevitably a sign that she likely looked a sight from it. She couldn’t help but smile and laugh slightly.

“You are okay, cara?”

The warmth in her belly and her chest no-longer had anything to do with that sensual need and lust and everything to do with how he went from cursing hot filth against her skin to sweet and damn-near bashful despite how he’d made her cum around his fingers, against his mouth and penultimately around his cock. Satan help her when it came to this man…

“That’s a funny question to ask someone whose had two of the best orgasms of her life.” It was impossible to miss the glow of pride on his face, and she just shook her head in good humor. “…but yes, C…I am at least a little bit better than okay.”

His thumb came up to rub first against her neck, then cheeks and finally lips, presumably some half-hearted attempt to clean some of his paints from her skin. “Next time I will wash my face first,” he chuckled, a bit amused when her brown irises found his and were unable to mask the surprise and question on her expression. His expression softened as his thumb gingerly traced the outline of her lips. “I meant what I said, il mio cuore…even more-so now. I will pick here and you. I want to learn more about you…”

Evelyn’s chest tightened, eyes widening a fraction at his open, direct expression. “You…” she paused, words escaping her for a moment before she melted to a smile, her lip twitching beneath the featherlight caress of his thumb. “Never thought I’d live to see a Papa talk about something that sounds shockingly like monogamy.” He started to blush and before he could do much else, she lifted a hand to encompass his wrist, thumb stroking across it as his fingertips remained perched at her lips. She felt her own cheeks flush. “I…I think I would very much like that…”

His smile was softer than she’d ever seen it, a sigh breathing against her lips as he gingerly kissed her. “Ho la sensazione che tu sia molto facile da amare, tesoro…” His words were a breath, a whisper against her lips, and while she couldn’t understand them, she felt a deep emotion in the manner with which he said them. A titter of nerves flickered through her chest.

“Perhaps we should try to get this paint off of us, hm?”

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