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Chapter 29 ~ Everything I am is you

Hidden Depths

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Genre: Fantasy whump

CW’s: sexual discussions of the ace variety XD, extremely brief reference to past noncon

WC: 3891

Taglist: @dont-touch-my-soup, @kixngiggles

In which it's time for a fucking talk already

AN: no cliffies this week, you're welcome 😅 we are getting legitimately so close to the end that I have considered if this should be the last chapter and the one i'm working on now would be an epilogue. mainly because the end of this one is such a good parallel to how i ended arc 1.

anyways, i'm undecided. i guess it depends on if i still feel the need to go on when i finish the next chapter

now, please excuse me while i go hide in a hole in the ground

Resh

“Maybe… maybe it’s best if I go.”

Carr’s words had the effect of a death knell, collapsing all the air in the room.

At least, that’s what it felt like, since shock had paralyzed his lungs. Resh swayed, catching himself with a hand on the bed. Thinking better of sitting unassisted at a time like this, he moved until his back was flush with the headboard.

What? Resh’s lips barely moved, but it was clear she caught the intent all the same.

She sucked in a shallow breath, looking nearer to tears than he’d ever seen her. “I can keep trying, but I’m afraid I’m not gonna fit here, and I’ll be damned if I’m the reason we leave the best place we’ve been in yet.”

It took a moment for the meaning of the words to make their way to his brain. He was having a hard time keeping up with this conversation, which had gone from her being angry at him to telling him his character was too good to her claiming she trusted him but then acting the exact opposite.

She was keeping things from him, again. And because of that, she wanted to leave? His heart skipped a few beats, then resumed at double time, leaving him feeling clammy.

I heard they’re making that camp a village. Is that– Is that where you want to go? The words fell from lips gone numb, crashing to the floor like stones.

Carr shuddered, standing entirely too still. Her knuckles were white where they clenched her elbows.

Resh wanted to cross the room and shake some sense into her. He wanted to take her into his arms. He wanted–he wanted her not to leave them. Him.

But he also wanted her to be happy.

Talk to me, Carr, he pleaded, but she just stared at him, her eyes glistening.

Seconds, then minutes, passed in utter silence, each one slicing into him, leaving him bleeding from dozens of ghostly wounds, until–

Someone rapped on the door.

The cadence was sharp and not to be denied, breaking the stalemate between them. They both turned to look.

The knocking came a second time, louder and more insistent. “I know you can’t answer me, so I’m coming in,” Salma’s muffled voice announced.

A moment later, she did exactly that. “Oh, Carr, why didn’t you–never mind. Hmm, this makes this more convenient, I suppose.”

Resh glanced at Carr to see if she knew what the lady was talking about, but her face was blank, unreadable. He reached for his new notebook.

Salma pointed at Carr. “You are not leaving. I won’t allow it.” She crossed her arms, a mulish expression crossing her features. “I mean, I will, I guess, you aren’t a prisoner here, but you shouldn’t leave.”

His pencil slipped and scratched a dark line across the entire page. What in the– He checked on Carr, who seemed equally stunned.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Salma huffed, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Like it was hard to figure out. That girl doesn’t belong in that village, and I doubt your very good friend is thrilled with the idea either, which means you’d be going alone, and that’s just not right, seeing as they both revolve around you like you’re their sun.”

Very good friend? Resh’s eyes darted between Carr and the lady, who had crossed her arms and was now tapping her foot as she spoke.

“If you gave us half a chance and stopped forcing yourself into a mold you clearly aren’t comfortable in, you might actually like it here. If you absolutely feel you need a reason to wear pants and that blade you’re so fond of, feel free to join the guard or whatever. Just don’t up and leave.”

A hint of color had entered Carr’s too pale cheeks, but she said nothing in response to the lady’s tirade.

“Talk some sense into her,” Salma said to him before leaving as abruptly as she’d entered.

Resh’s attention returned to Carr, hoping for some kind of explanation, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I-I need a minute,” she choked out, then fled for the bathing room.

Godsdamnit! Resh threw the notebook on the bed. He should probably be used to being laid up in one way or another by now, but it was fucking frustrating. He could get up and go after her, but that would take what remained of his energy and the gods knew he was going to need it to make it through this conversation.

Presuming she talked to him, of course.

He had the feeling that it was now or never. That if he didn’t get her to talk, she’d walk away and not return. And he could not, would not, abide that. They’d come too far, and she meant too much, for him to allow that to happen.

What was she thinking? He tried to tamp down his anxiety enough to consider the possibilities. With her, it could be any number of things. Probably was a number of things. But there had to be a root concern. He just had to dig it out.

She’d mentioned fear over being able to fit in. It felt too easy to be the cornerstone, but it was a valid concern. It had to be hard for her to imagine what kind of life she could lead in a place like this. He understood the lure of that camp in that way. She was used to living on the fringes of society, knew how to behave in them.

He kept an eye on the bathing room, but aside from the faint splash of water, he heard nothing, so he moved on.

Had there been something more with that guy he’d seen her with than she’d let on? No, he couldn’t really see that.

Did she think she was dragging them down? Obviously she did, if she thought she might get them kicked out, but… the whole point of this was to find a place for all of them. And it was just as difficult to find a place where he could be comfortable as it was for her. It wasn’t all on her, but… she should know that.

Maybe it was him. She’d said so, back when they’d first started out, that she didn’t know what this was between them. She’d freaked out at the thought of being important to him, so he’d let it go. Maybe that had been a mistake. Maybe the prospect of finally settling down and facing what was between them had her so spooked that she wanted to run.

Maybe… maybe he was the only one with feelings like that, and he had everything all w–

The door to the bathing room creaked as it opened, interrupting his increasingly spiraling thoughts.

Is it me? he blurted as soon as she glanced his way.

Carr started, but her red-veined eyes remained locked on him while she moved out of the doorway. She’d changed back into pants, he noticed. What really caught his attention, though, was the bag looped over her shoulder.

His breath caught; it really was now or never. She wouldn’t, or maybe couldn’t, talk to him, so he needed to be the one doing the talking. Before she sidled around the bed and out the door.

I didn’t do as well with the traveling as I’d hoped, he said, watching her carefully. And now I’m laid up again, mostly relying on you to communicate for me, and you to keep me in a good place in my head, and I know it’s a lot.

She shook her head. “I… I don’t care ‘bout any of that.”

He hadn’t really thought so, but it was good to hear it. And maybe… maybe if he’d needed to hear that, there were things she needed to hear.

You know you matter more to me than for just the things you can help me with, right? That if you left,–he had to swallow past the lump that rose in his throat–if you left, it would kill me, inside.

He thumped his chest for emphasis, wincing when he jarred his wound. The numbing medicine was wearing off. Amazing timing, that. He didn’t have time to deal with it though, so he ignored it.

I don’t care if we have to scour the entire realm for a place that fits all of us. I don’t care if we have to build a place from the ground up. I just want to be with you, in a place where you can feel free to be you.

I love you, he wanted to say but didn’t. He was pushing it as it was, based on how little color was left in her face.

His heart sank when she didn’t reply. If that’s not what you want, that’s fine. The words left him feeling raw, even silent as they were. I’ll respect that. But I thought you should know. What you mean to me.

He looked away, his jaw clenched. Waiting for her to say that he had it all wrong.

For her to take the way out he’d offered.

Instead, a low keening sound had him snapping his head back up, but it stopped when she clapped a hand over her mouth. He leaned forward a bit, alarmed at her reaction.

“You can’t– I can’t,” she finally said, the whites of her eyes visible all the way around as she backed away.

Can’t what? Resh asked. He held his breath.

“I c-can’t,” she moaned, stumbling into one of the chairs. She moved behind it, clutching it like a shield.

Well, shit. Maybe she hadn’t needed to hear that. He held out his hand in supplication, hoping she’d understand because she sure wasn’t looking at his face anymore. He wasn’t sure she was looking at anything.

And then she was, although there was a desperate look in her eyes. “Take it back,” she pleaded. “Tell me I misunderstood. Tell me you aren’t over there trying t’ say you l-love me or something and that’s why you don’t want me t’ go.”

Guess he hadn’t needed to say the actual words for her to get the meaning. Fuck.

I can’t, he said, his chest aching in a way that had nothing to do with his wound. Why is that a bad thing?

He couldn’t understand. Surely to gods, it wasn’t a surprise that he cared for her; he’d just given it words. What difference did she think–

Carr fell to her knees. Her bag clunked when it hit the floor, forgotten as she hunched over, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Oh shit. Resh didn’t even think. He moved, ignoring the now dull throb of his shoulder as he knelt beside her.

It was torture, but he didn’t touch her, fearing he’d make whatever this was worse. She knew he was there; he was close enough that she could shift her weight and her knee would bump into his.

So he waited, wishing to all the gods that he could speak to her when she wasn’t looking. He’d tell her everything would be alright. Tell her she had nothing to fear from him.

This changes nothing, he said when she finally regained control and raised her head.

She stared at him helplessly, a tear tracking down her cheek.

“It changes everything,” she whispered.

Tell me what, he said, clenching his fist inside his sling. This was it, the root of it all; he felt it in his bones. But he didn’t want to guess wrong. He also did not want to talk about what he thought would be coming next, but he’d do anything to get that look off her face. Anything to convince her to stay.

“P-people who, who l-love each other, they–and I can’t, I can’t, I– Resh, I’ve tried, I’ve tried! Please, I can’t…” She covered her mouth again with trembling hands.

Who love each other. Very good friend.

Oh gods.

The relief he felt… indescribable. She returned his feelings, at least somewhat. But on the heels of that came a suffocating guilt. She’d been so afraid, for all this time, thinking he’d eventually want–he swallowed down the pain that came when he realized he’d made her suffer with that uncertainty. He reached out with his free hand, and she actually took it, squeezing so hard his bones creaked.

I am so sorry, I didn’t realize– He shook his head at the bewildered look on her face. It doesn’t matter. Look, you don’t need to worry about that. I don’t expect sex from you. His face burned, but one of them needed to say it.

Her whole body jerked, her nails digging into his palm. “Y-you don’t? But–”

No buts, he said.

Carr pulled her hand back, her expression hardening. “I won’t sit around while you fuck someone else.”

I don’t want anyone else. If he’d had his voice, she would’ve heard how ridiculous he thought that was.

“I’m serious,” she said. “I would kill them, and that’s not fair. I should leave, while I’m still able to–”

Resh slapped his hand on his knee, cutting her off. I don’t want anyone else.

She swiped her sleeve across her face, sniffing. “I don’t understand.”

It’s not… something that’s important to me? If anything, his face burned hotter. He didn’t know how to make it any more clear.

She was silent, her head cocked as she contemplated him.

You tried it? He couldn’t even imagine, as touch averse as she was. How had she tolerated it? Or had she? Or was it forced on you?

She snorted. “Both. But I felt like I needed to be sure because nobody would get off my fuckin’ back about it.” She went on, all while Resh tried to keep himself from shattering over her first response. “‘When you gonna get yourself a girl, Carr?’ or ‘My gods, just get laid already’ when they thought I was in a mood.”

He shifted, wincing when his ribs protested the movement. He wanted to address the first part but didn’t think she’d appreciate it. So he forced himself to move past it, as she had. They sound like a bunch of dicks. I’m surprised you let that get to you.

Her mouth twisted. “Yeah, well.” She looked like she wanted to say more but instead said, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

As she helped him up, he tried not to wonder if this would be the last time. He wanted his energy back, of course. He wanted to not be such a fucking burden. But would this be the last time his arm was around her shoulders? The last time he would feel her warmth and be able to tell himself it was real?

I wish I had been there for you, he said after she’d helped him get situated, unable to let it go completely. He leaned against the headboard, trying to catch his breath. He probably should’ve laid down, but he wasn’t ready to give up. Would never be ready.

“It was a long time ago,” she said, not even bothering to pretend she didn’t know what he meant.

Like that made it any better. Gods. Resh watched her as she stood up, trying to memorize the way she swept her hair out of her face, the set of her lips, the graceful way she moved. I don’t want you to go.

She took in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to be the reason you can’t stay here. And… I know you say it doesn’t matter, but I lived with a bunch of men. Who thought I was a man. It’s all they ever thought about. The amount of sex jokes I know alone is ridiculous. And I just… I don’t know. I think– I think there’s something wrong with me, Resh.”

He opened his mouth, but she kept talking before he could say anything.

“I went to that brothel because I needed t’ know, not because those stupid pricks needled me into it. Needed t’ see if I was broken, or just made wrong.” She wrinkled her nose, a faraway look in her eye. “I couldn’t tell, but the thought of ever trying it again makes me feel sick.”

Resh felt sick, that she’d put herself through that.

“I’ve heard… heard people say it’s different with someone you care about.” Her breath hitched, and the look she shot him was full of both desperation and sheer terror. “Anyone I could’ve cared about before I couldn’t have knowing I was a girl. But you…” Her mouth worked, but nothing came out. She wrapped her arms around her middle and took a step back.

You care about me? he prompted, eyeing the door she was inching towards. Her bag still lay on the floor across the room, but he didn’t think that would stop her.

She nodded and took another step back.

And you think I’ll hold you to some nonsense like that when it’s clear how uncomfortable even the thought makes you? His breath was coming too fast, sending shards of fire rippling across his chest.

She was balanced on her toes, looking like she was poised to take flight at a moment’s notice. If he said the wrong thing, he was confident she’d bolt out that door and he’d never see her again. The thought had him breaking out in a cold sweat.

If there’s something wrong with you–which, for the record, I don’t think there is–then there’s something wrong with me too, he said, keeping a close eye on her body language while he spoke. I think we’re just… different.

“We?” she asked sharply.

It doesn’t bother me as much as it seems to bother you, but–

“It? I’m gonna need you t’ be very specific here,” Carr said, her eyes a little wild. “‘It’ the whole, ‘it’ a part of…”

Gods. He passed a hand before his face. I’ve had… sex, and it was fine, I guess, but I haven’t for… I don’t even know how long, and I don’t really care if I ever do again. My… fuck, my hand works just fine– Oh gods, Carr, please say you understand. I’ve never been able to talk about this shit without feeling like I’d rather sink into the ground for all eternity.

Absolute utter silence. He wasn’t sure she was breathing. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t going to burst into flames.

There’s more to loving someone than wanting to fuck them. He scrunched his face, trying to convey the bitterness that would’ve been present in his tone. I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.

“You really don’t?” she whispered. Her weight shifted, no longer balanced so precariously.

The scarred skin of his brow felt uncomfortably tight beneath the blazing heat of his embarrassment. I really don’t. He held out his hand, wanting her away from that door.

A calculating look entered her wary gaze, and she took a hesitant step forward. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Dear gods. This conversation might kill him, and then it wouldn’t matter if she left.

Only if you wanted me to. He kept his hand out, even though his arm shook with the effort.

“Do you want to touch me?” She swept her hand over her body, arching an eyebrow.

He was careful to keep his cringe internal. Only if you wanted me to.

Carr took another step forward. And another. He felt like he was barely breathing.

Skirting his hand, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Resh let his arm drop, prickles of alarm skating up his spine. What was she doing?

She leaned forward, hesitated to make her intention clear, and when he didn’t protest slanted her lips across his.

It was the most chaste and innocent kiss he’d ever experienced. It was also the most devastatingly effective kiss he’d ever experienced. His heart thudded against the confines of his chest, feeling like it might burst out of its cage.

Only a few seconds passed before she pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed when she asked, in the most deadly saccharine sweet tone he’d ever heard, “Do you want to fuck me now?”

No, he said without a second’s hesitation. Goosebumps broke out over his exposed flesh. He didn’t dare move a muscle.

“What, no ‘only if you want me to’ for that one?” she asked, sitting back on his thighs. Her eyes glittered queerly.

He shook his head. No. You’ve made your feelings abundantly clear. I would never.

“But what if I asked you to?” she pressed.

I think I might fall over dead, and then it would be a moot point, he said with a nervous laugh.

That must’ve done the trick because the tension faded. Confusion settled over her features instead.

“What do you want, Resh?”

For you to stay. He clenched the bedspread in his hand so he didn’t do something stupid.

Exasperated, she said, “Besides that.”

I want… I want to build a life with you. When you were gone, after… after. I missed you all the time. So bad, it was a physical ache. I want to see you smile. I want you to feel safe.

“I missed you, too,” she said, gracing him with a little smile that faded too quickly for his liking. “Physically, Resh. What do you want?”

He sighed. I like holding your hand. I like when you brush my hair back, or touch my cheek. I like when you sit next to me and our shoulders touch.

“What else?” she prompted, swiping her hair out of her face.

Resh stared at her hand longingly. Her weight on his legs was an exquisite torture. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh. He wanted to–oh, he was supposed to be telling her that.

I’d like to hold you, sometimes, he said after a moment. If you wanted.

“Is… is that it?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

He swallowed. It seemed like a lot to ask of her, considering. It’s not… you don’t have to. I don’t want anything you aren’t comfortable with.

Instead of answering, she climbed off his lap. A lump rose in his throat. Was that it, then? Had it been enough?

But she didn’t move away as he’d thought she would. No, she came closer, up under his arm on his uninjured side.

“Does this hurt?” she asked, lightly laying her head on her shoulder.

He couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t because he was hurting. She looked up, and he shook his head.

“You can put your arm around me,” she said, the warm puffs of her breath skating across his skin. “I’m pretty sure that’s part of holding someone.”

He huffed. She wasn’t wrong. Gingerly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then lowered his chin on top of her head. He was hyperaware of her body, of how what little stiffness there had been slowly melted away, how her breathing evened out and slowed. She rested her hand on his chest, over his heart, and he had to tell himself not to cry.

His eyes burned anyway. Never in his wildest dreams had he actually thought she’d allow this.

“I’ll stay,” she whispered.

A tear fell free, and then another.

He’d never been more grateful.

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago

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rj im begging u to give me anything about cheol dhsbd its been bad for me lately and i need to talk about him with someone who GETS it

ps hi i love u lol

Anything for you

AN: I was originally going to use ideas from one of the S.Coups fics in my drafts but, since today is also the lovely @onlyseokmins birthday, I decided to go with this idea that hit me out of nowhere instead. Kill two birds with one stone and all of that. All I'm going to say is that this is all Sar's fault (I hope this is okay and, still scratches your S.Coups itch 💀).

Synopsis: Seokmin is the most generous, thoughtful man you've ever met. He'll more than willingly give you whatever you want (if it's within his means, of course). Even if that means sitting back and watching you get fucked by one of his closest friends.

Heads up: Lee Seokmin x Fem! Reader x Choi Seungcheol, Reader and DK are in a relationship, the plot is paper-thin, heavily implied power dynamics, cuckoldry (sort of), voyeurism, exhibitionism, Seungcheol is mean here, mentions of pussy spanking (f. receiving), edging (f. receiving), it's implied that Cheol gets off on Reader's tears, praise kink (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, creampie and DK cums untouched.

Word count: 829

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Some people may think you're a little spoiled by your boyfriend. With his thoughtfulness often resulting in him bringing you flowers he saw on his way home from work or washing the dishes when it's your turn when work is particularly grating or making you cum on his pretty fingers until you lose count.

Yeah, maybe you're a little spoiled but, Seokmin just wants to make you happy. The way your eyes light up and that brilliant smile you always give him make it all more than worth it.

That's how the two of you find yourselves in your current situation. Well, the three of you.

Your... affinity for muscular men with great arms and pretty smiles has caused your gaze to linger a few too many times on Seungcheol. You'd never dream of betraying Seokmin that way, but you'd be lying if you said Seungcheol hadn't featured in a fantasy or two. Your boyfriend, ever the observant man, doesn't fail to notice.

And now, looking at him flushed with his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead as he watches Seungcheol split you open on his, frankly, intimidating cock, you're left wondering if this is all even real.

"Doesn't she look so pretty taking me, Seokminnie?" The older man asks. You can't quite see him from this angle but, you're sure he's grinning when he thrusts into you so hard that your nails nearly draw blood from how tightly you're holding onto him.

"Yeah, she does," your boyfriend mutters in response, lidded eyes flying between taking in your changing expressions and Seungcheol thrusting into you.

Seungcheol isn't as kind as your boyfriend. Every act of disobedience and brattiness met with an unflinching spank to your clit. Stopping completely until you're near tears with how desperately you want to cum. Your mind devoid of everything but, the need to cum on his cock.

And Seokmin watches it all. His cock hard and untouched in the confines of his boxers. You haven't given permission to touch himself yet so, he sits and watches like the good boy he is.

"Cheol, please," you choke out once more when his cock brushes a spot inside of you that makes it difficult to breathe. Frustrated tears spilling down your overheated face.

"You do know how to ask nicely," he coos against your ear, nipping it and startling you when his daft fingers rub circles against your hypersensitive clit. It's dizzying how quickly he's learned how to toy with you.

You're so close. So, so close. Your thighs quivering violently and broken moans falling from your bruised lips as you chase your release.

Choi Seungcheol would never make it that easy. So, he stops once more. You feel his cock throb inside of you as your walls spasm and, frustrated whines leave your lips. He even has the nerve to lick away a few of the tears he's able to catch. You had no idea he had so many sadistic tendencies.

Before you can ask why he stopped, he speaks, "Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Seokmin looks like a deer caught in head lights. Warm, brown eyes alternating between your watery, desperate ones and the ones of the very hot, very evil man propping you up against his chest.

"I-I think she deserves to cum," he stutters out and, you want to kiss him so badly. You're going to make him cum so hard he can't walk straight after this.

"Well, since you've both been so well-behaved," is all the preparation you're giving before Seungcheol picks up his pace once more. Leaving you no time or room to gather yourself as his fingers make quick work of your clit once more.

"Are you going to cum like the good girl you are? The needy slut you are?" the devil whispers into your ear. Though you're pretty sure Seokmin can hear it all from the way he squirms in his seat.

"Make a mess for Seokmin,"

That's all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you. You don't remember the last time you came this hard. Seungcheol groans behind you and holds you steady through it all. Everything tenses and seizes and you're briefly worried that you'll develop a cramp but, you can't bring yourself to care all that much.

It's made all the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) when you feel Seungcheol cum inside of you. His hold on you becoming harsh as he makes you take every single drop with every pulse of him inside of you.

Your bleary eyes meet Seokmin's frenzied ones and, that's when it hits you. He came. He came from watching...all of this. He looks like he's so close to stumbling out an apology but, you're not upset. Quite the opposite. The wet stain on his boxers instinctively making you clamp down on Seungcheol's softening cock, causing the man behind you to moan.

Yeah, this might be his greatest gift yet.

#s.coups smut #dk smut #seventeen smut #choi seungcheol smut #lee seokmin smut #s coups smut #seokmin smut #scoups smut #sar <3 #elv <3 #ask #rj's inbox

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faces-ofvenus · 2 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet with Aegon: EFGH

Parte: one

Author's warnings: minors do not read, it contains explicit sexual content with somewhat detailed scenes, if you don't like it either just don't read it.

Experience:

I don't even need to comment, because everything is so clear, but I would like to explain a difference, experience with sex and with pleasure itself he certainly has plenty, he already had sex with many people, and from a very young age, but Aegon never really knew how to please a woman, he had for a long time that only his pleasure mattered, but honestly he discovered quickly with you, how seeing his own pleasure was so exciting than just having a woman to satisfy him and nothing more.

So I can say that he learns a few things from you, and you are simply the masters of discovering new positions, always being open to each other's kinkiest and most perverted fantasies, and at the same time that you are discovering what each other likes, he can really show off his skills with his tongue and his restless fingers.

He also understands if you have little or no experience, for some reason (other than just the fact that he's a fucking pervert) he loves the way you're inexperienced, as he may have been your first, and even if he's not, he'll be your last, and frankly you can't complain.

Favorite Position:

You are so volatile, it is so hard to decide what your favorite positions would be, doggyStyles, cowgirl, 69 are so many, so many that you have tried, and liked, but I feel that both you and he like the missionary, ah but it is so simple, maybe it really is, but for you guys it is not like that at all, you just don't understand, but it seems that in that position, you either feel more pleasure, or you just feel more connected.

When he is on top of you, taking you as if this is his only important obligation in life, and for Aegon, maybe it is, when he attacks your neck firmly, his hands framed perfectly, not tight enough to hang you, but the marks of his finger or the grip, the way your eyes meet at that moment, how you are rolling with the pleasure he gives you, his gaze so wild, it looks like a dragon in fact, dangerous you would say, you couldn't tell, your own look of desire and pleasure clouding your mind, your bodies seem so connected at that moment, everything about you seems so together, Aegon loves to attack your lips with his mouth too, sucking, biting, tongue kissing at that moment are so, he also attacks not only your mouth, but any and every part of your body he can get his hands on, including your collarbone and your breasts, you have a thing for domination, always wanting to mark, and remind each other, who you belong to, he loves to feel you scratching his back, leaving burning red marks.

It's also good because you love to look at each other's faces when you finally get to either that, or finish with a long kiss that muffles the smothering moans coming out of your mouths.

Goofy:

Yes I decided to ask for your help in this choice, I think in parts we agree, Aegon is a goofball, but honestly I feel that is only with you, or after meeting you.

For Aegon before you sex was seen as something mechanical I would say, he wasn't anything special and it just seemed to be part of his routine, it was something that he not only saw but was already learned that it should just be about lust, desire and carnal attraction, he just wanted the fuck, not saying that goofy sex isn't but honestly there seems to be something extremely intimate about it for Aegon, that he just never experienced with anyone, so all in his mind was, feeling the pleasure go away.

But then there's the part about when he met you, as the times went by you guys were creating not only an intimacy about the bed stuff, but also emotionally (because I only see goofy sex working if you have any real loving relationship).

When you two are together things get so messy sometimes, he likes the feeling, the feelings of freedom that you gave him, even sleeping with thousands of women, with you honestly it was different, he would still be a little more serious, but honestly when you both are drunk, Aegon being just his usual self, and you who were slightly drunk from your sweet wine, at that moment voices would be so joking and laughing, when he remembered some situation at the time of sex he would just put his head on your neck and let out a small smile, and even without understanding much you would laugh at the tickles you felt with his laugh.

He might even be a little more talkative, he was always the teasing type, especially with you, he would tease you about the events, in the form of little jokes that you would participate in yourself, two drunk idiots people would say, but it was good, especially when you two got back to being "serious", being goofy doesn't cut the "mood" as he thought, in fact on the contrary, the two of you being able to joke and at the same time still feel the biggest fucking boner in each other was just amazing.

I feel that if it was with someone else, and she especially let out a joke the way you do, he would feel very insulted, not only because it was something he only saw with you, but it didn't seem to be the same thing, maybe that's also why he slowly stopped laying with others, he didn't feel the same freedom of being a goofball as with you, the intimacy, the connection he couldn't feel.

Hair:

He is relatively well cleaned up there, compared to other men yes there are better men (Aemond), but honestly he only starts hinting after he meets you, Aegon has never cared if the women he lays with care about his bottom hair, he really doesn't give a shit, but with you, he always has the feeling in his stomach to please you, and if you want him to show up, he will, let's face it, before he barely showered after his outings.

He's dubious about whether you're trimmed or not, obviously that's up to you, but he likes it when you're trimmed, even though he'll still fuck you very well when you're not, he's a puppy dog for you, so love, you can come to him, shaved or not, he'll take you in very gladly.

Thank you in advance: @dragonsbb and @whosxvampi for helping me 🥰😘 and I hope everyone who reads likes it, and you know, if you don't like the content, just don't read it, there's a lot of fluffy stuff in my profile and angst ( yes I should have put that in the beginning)

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voreporn · 5 months ago

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baladric · 2 years ago

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Ohh which dnd alternatives would you recommend? I'm new to all these types of games so I only really have a lil bit of experience with dnd

hmmMM depends on what you're looking for!! the lovely thing about indie ttrpgs is there's a system (or 10) for everything—high fantasy, cyberpunk, steampunk, apocalypse, teen drama!!

my top recs are:

high fantasy: burning wheel, dungeonworld, world of dungeons, mouseguard

cyberpunk: i've heard good things about shadowrun from the crowd that enjoy suuuper crunchy games (d&d and pathfinder are good examples of what i call "crunchy"—lots and lots of rules and dice rolls, as well as lots and lots of pre-written campaigns and homebrew classes), a lot of avery alder games can be run in a cyberpunk lens (dream askew, dream anew, basically their whole belonging outside belonging system is created specifically for malleability of tone—DMless, table-collaboration games where you build a world from scratch as a table, based on things you're interested in exploring together, and things you want to avoid)

steampunk: the only one i have on mind for this is blades in the dark, which is arguably steampunk—i call it that bc my closest touchstones for it are six of crows and peaky blinders! the world is built up really efficiently for you, like a super vivid, well-developed city and broader landscape, and you build a criminal gang on top of your individual character and then you Do Crimes (can be a gang of thieves, traffickers, creepy cults, assassins—you name it!) easily in my top 3 games

apocalypse: again with avery alder, like god their games are genius and so, so intimate to play, specifically apocalypse world (which is a game system that's suffused the market of indie games, like many writers take the basic mechanics of AW and twist it to their own means, and it RIPS like every single time)

teen angst: monsterhearts!!! monsterhearts monsterhearts MONSTERHEARTS my fucking beloved—you play a teen monster just trying to keep their shit together, and each of the monster playbooks play with various traumas and personal/interpersonal issues like anger, isolation, fawning, performativity, the developmental bent towards manipulation. it's a game that can either go so fucking hard, or be a lovely little jaunt, and that depends a lot on your group—and it's another avery alder game, based on the apocalypse world system, which are all typefied by a dedication to protecting the players at the table And the GM. specifically, you're encouraged to lay out your soft no issues, and your hard nos. eg my group alwasy nixes alcoholism, graphic abuse, and we tend to try to steer clear of manipulative magics (the classic touchstone for this is the d&d spell Charm Person, but monsterhearts' Vampire playbook is largely sculpted around that kind of compulsion/thrall, and we tread very carefully with those). plus they introduce the X card, which you can throw down on the table at any point, for any reason if you run into a surprise trigger or a situation goes too hairy for you to interact with, and you're under no obligation to explain your reasons, aside from like. "can we steer this in a different direction". touchstones: mean girls, heathers, riverdale

urban: monster of the week! think buffy, think supernatural, think charmed, sabrina, etc. you play a team of ppl goin after monsters for whatever reason (personal vendettas, responsibility to protect your town/family, money, whatever) and it's honestly such a joy to be adapting to new monster problems every session or every few sessions, but keeping the throughline of the same characters and the same brewing relationships.

and just for simplicity, my TOP 3 indie games:

Blades in the Dark

Monsterhearts

Monster of the Week

all of these games heavily feature player-character relationships, and lean into the actual improvisational roleplaying in a way that people always want d&d to do, but end up having to homebrew it and fudge rules to make work the way they want—and why bother going through that work as a GM (often arduous and time-consuming) when there's a game for literally every direction you and your table want to go! these games often feature a specific "zero session" in which you build your characters at the table with your group, and often build the world around them, too. and especially monsterhearts and AW systems, you're also defining your relationship to your fellow player characters with prewritten concepts like a desire to protect them because you see them as needing protection, or they saved you from past harm and you owe them your loyalty, or you just think they're shiny—and also you can write your own! it's all a conversation, which to me is the most important part of a game.

like for example, i had a blades in the dark game last night that we tied off in a scene with my character and an NPC which didn't go the direction i wanted it to go, not because of a failed roll on my part, but bc my GM didn't pick up what i was laying down—a miscommunication we figured out after we'd ended for the evening. me: jay just wanted to get her in bed UGH GM: wait were you trying to seduce her me: yes!!!! GM: oh shit ok i did Not put that together, ok we're gonna re-do that scene at the top of next session

because it's a conversation!!! this isn't a guarantee that the scene will go the way i want it to, but it'll leave less of a disappointed taste in my mouth—because i always want shit to either go perfectly, or go completely, utterly to shit, as does everyone i play with, and that scene had landed us in a really boring middleground that would have concluded in a very boring approach to the job we were hired to do (steal from the general i wanted to seduce—og plan was for my character to get her into bed and knock her out w a sleeping agent our alchemist brewed, and then let my crew into the headquarters through a side door—but the way that final scene panned out, we would have just had to regular old stealth our way in, which is BORING and also VERY LIKELY TO GO WRONG in bland and predictable ways.)

ANYWAY! all this to say! dream big! there's stuff out there for everyone that doesn't involve trying to squish d&d around to fit your desires, and avoids the issue of getting real bogged down in combat. most of these games play by the general idea of combat that lasts longer than 15 seconds putting you at an extreme disadvantage, so you get a couple fast and strong moves and then you have an aftermath of injuries or conflict or success to play with!! and ALSO you're still definitely allowed to like d&d!!!! a lot of indie tabletop ppl love to shit on d&d, and my table does do that, but i personally love that people do what they want w every game—so do what you love! games are meant to be fun and fulfilling, and whatever gets you there is perfect!!!!!!!

#aj answers #anonymous ask #ask #tabletop gaming #ttrpg #i wrote this while i was supposed to be getting ready for work OOPS #i have good priorities

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project-sour-grapes · 8 months ago

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Average

I think the universe is too chaotic to accept mediocrity.

When I think back to my time driving ambulances as an EMT, one of the things that bothered me was the average-ness of the work and some of the people that I was working with. There were some hard-working, superstar paramedics and EMTs on the ambulance. But the folks who really set the tone, because they had strength in numbers, were the folks who were okay with average.

Looking at my entire career, from cybersecurity to biomedical research to art to emergency medicine, it has never been the "thing" that I do that has fulfilled me. (Or almost never; biomedical science does truly draw me in and make me feel complete in a way that pure computer science does not.) But switching careers hasn't necessarily scratched the itch I thought it would, considering the multiple times that I have done so.

When I think of changing careers, I fantasize about how different my life would be and how I would be spending time "really making a difference." In the fantasy, I am always really good at the job. Never in the fantasy do I romanticize the version where I'm an average joe who works 40 hours (maybe 50) and then goes home to his wife and kids.

The problem with being average at a job is that it just adds to the noise. Thinking of the hospital that I work at, being average at my job creates obstacles for patients. It creates paperwork and makes people run around to pharmacies just to get basic medication and even increases the chance of death. Why have the title of somebody who helps people (a healthcare worker) when I just make people's lives harder? Have you ever gone to the ER and spent 5 hours there and wished you never even went in in the first place? That is the experience that is created when hospital workers are average. It's not completely the workers' fault though. The healthcare system is fucked.

But that's just it. If you're average in a shitty system, you don't have the skill or the gumption to be anything but a relay for bullshit. You become a smoke screen, rather than the excellent provider that you thought you'd be when you were in school. Then patients get mad at you for your incompetence, and you know that their complaints are human, but since you can't change the hospital system, the energy has to go somewhere, so you DO blame them and your coworkers and everybody else.

However, this is not a manifesto about changing healthcare. This is about changing myself. If I want to make any meaningful change in my community, I can't be mediocre. If I want to be mediocre, then I might as well pick a high-paying job and then do that for 40 years and then retire. (I would sooner shoot myself.)

Yes, there will always be bullshit. Yes, every system has pros and cons. But it's because of these things that excellence is necessary. There's no magic "thing" that will fix my crisis of existential meaning (except maybe staying away from FinTech). The only theme is that mediocrity is boring and perpetuates entropy and that excellence is what the universe wants. Everything that is beautiful is excellent at its job, whatever its job is.

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hyeque · 2 years ago

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strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]

synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday

warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking

notes: this isn't as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn't but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo's bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is

word count: 3.6kei

tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to the occasion now.

from the minute it was midnight, you had made it everyone's—including kei's—personal problem that it was his birthday. with the way you got ecstatic about it, it's hard to be convinced that it's not your birthday.

tsukishima never bothered with asking you about plans, because every time he does, you never say. no matter how hard he pries or tries to bait you, you don't give in. it's irritating but admirable, he must admit.

so as he heads home that day from work (because adult mundane things don't stop for your birthday, of course) he's not sure what to expect. he had gotten a ton of messages from his team group insinuating you'll give him the best birthday sex ever, but he never really is one to entertain locker room talk persay. and even more truthfully, all of his lewd thoughts about you should only be reserved for him and him only.

he doesn't hear or see you when coming into your shared apartment. after calling out for you, he only hears small giggles from your shared bedroom and makes his way there.

to say he is pleasantly surprised is an understatement. throughout all the birthday messages and well wishes he'd gotten earlier today, he couldn't stop focusing on the meaning of your words from before he left that morning. a, "i look forward to seeing you later" and that was it. he will admit he was a bit grumpy you hadn't texted him throughout his day.

but he forgets all of that and nearly drops his work phone out of his hands when seeing the sight in front of him.

"happy birthday, kei."

you sit on the bed, naked and with nothing but two wrapped presents on your lap. a red ribbon adorns your neck, implying you're also a gift. on a tray only about a foot away from you is strawberry shortcake made just for him, along with his favorite meal (not you, specifically actual food—sorry to disappoint the audience).

if he were a horny and uncontrollable animal like his teammates, he'd send a picture of you joking about how right they all were, but he doesn't feel like it. he knows the scratch marks you'll put on his back will make up for everything he doesn't say to his team now.

it's silent as he stares at you and you start to feel small under his gaze. and unfortunately...he's not your normal everyday boyfriend. he's prickly and sometimes he shouldn't say things he doesn't mean, but he can't help himself sometimes. he doesn't always like to grant you the reactions you're hoping for immediately. sometimes he does things just to rile you up.

"you really think that just having sex with you would suffice as a good birthday present?" he asks, pushing his frames up his face. he moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of you, calculating eyes not letting you see more of his emotions than he wants.

you frown, rolling your eyes. not a hi, not a hello. nothing. "and you're saying it won't?"

kei knows his sharp tongue can easily get him in more trouble, and believe me, reader, when i say the last thing he wants to do—especially in this moment—is make you upset.

you slam down both presents in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts. "in case your thick head didn't know, i still got you an actual present."

once examining the gift you got him, his eyes soften as it was something he briefly mentioned once awhile ago. he didn't even think you remembered. the second gift was a framed photo of the two of you from your first ever date. you both were a little bit more shy and awkward then, but the memories it holds outweighed any of that.

he becomes quiet, feeling the heat from his face become scorching hot before he looks down at you with soft eyes now.

"thank you. i really appreciate it." he squeezes your hand three times before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. your anger from earlier slightly subsides but you still feel slightly embarrassed and move to get up and change into clothes.

kei blocks you, a smirk creeps to his face. "but...i really appreciate you more..." he yanks you by the leg, pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.

"w-what are you doing?" you squeal, looking up at him with widened eyes.

"having dessert." he answers, his eyes focused on your glistening folds. his mouth is drooling at this point.

you try to speak but nothing but sputters come out of your mouth. "h-hey mister, your dessert is over—" you're cut off by a surprise moan escaping you as kei wraps his mouth over your lower region, all thoughts of a smart reply gone from your mind.

"one—it's sir to you, and two—for the record, you taste better than any strawberry shortcake, shortcake." he grins, moving to lap at your cunt again.

your mouth drops open into a gasp, and you move your hips back against his face shamelessly. "y-you said you didn't want sex as a present."

he tsks, rolling his eyes. "i didn't say that. i simply asked you a question earlier. which then, if you were my only gift"—he smacks the fat of your ass playfully, making you yelp—"i'd be stupid not to be grateful."

'damn right', you want to say, but settle on, "y-you're so...irritating..." you huff, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he laves over your insides like a starved man.

"hey—you're supposed to be nice to me, it's my birthday." he taunts, smirk gracing his (annoyingly) handsome face.

"i'll be nice to you alright—" you whine once the feeling of his fingers come into play, "god—you—" your words become choked up as two thick digits move inside of you.

"kei is just fine," he smiles, ravishing in the squelching mess that is your cunt. the sounds and smell of you are driving him absolutely insane, but he doesn't want you to know that just yet.

your legs are trembling and you both hate and love how easy it is for him to get you like this. your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you whimper, looking up at your boyfriend in awe. he's removed his glasses and his hair is disheveled from a long day at work. you didn't know it was possible for someone to be this hot while eating you out.

and so it doesn't take long before your release approaches and you're shudder with euphoria as you decline from your high.

"good girl," he hums, pleased with you cumming all over his face.

tsukishima's large hands toy with the ribbon around your neck. you recognize the calculating look in his eyes and shiver, wondering what he's thinking.

"since you're my present, i get to do whatever i want with you, right?" he asks, his golden brown eyes meeting yours.

"y-yes..." you stutter, hands resting uncertainly on his broad shoulders. he senses your nervousness and only leans down to kiss you. you sigh, leaning into him, body practically straddling him. you grind up against his thigh, your cunt rubbing deliciously over the hard muscle.

"dirty girl..." he grunts, shoving his thigh further against you. he knows you must be soaking wet down there. he'll worry about his pants and dry cleaning later.

"kei..." you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. your hands pull at his sweater, "off, take this off."

"didn't know you were in position to make such demands..." he tsks, leaning back to take off the sweater. you never get tired of seeing him. of how lean and toned he is. his porcelain skin is going be tainted by the time you're done with him tonight.

moving over tsukishima wordlessly, you kiss down his jaw and neck, nipping and biting playfully at the skin. you run your hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the refined muscle and how it ripples under your touch. soft moans leave him and his skin flushes a rose pink. he tugs you off, laying you back on the sheets.

his eyes move and land on the strawberry shortcake and he—much to your dismay—grabs a glob with his bare hand. before you can complain about your ruined masterpiece, he looks to you with a glint in his eyes.

"i knew this cake was missing something..." he murmurs as he smears the food onto your breasts and stomach, "one ingredient that's rare, and only available to one person."

you feel your face burn as he looks at you mischievously.

pinching your cheek with his clean hand he coos, "i'm so lucky i don't have to share that ingredient with anyone else, aren't i?"

"i'm going to be all sticky after this," you whine, grimacing from the thought.

"sure, but it won't be from the cake." kei quips, making you slap his chest.

the hand you use to hit him is easily pinned to the bed. he laves his mouth along your neck, sucking up the cake into his mouth. you gasp quietly, feeling his teeth nip playfully at your skin every now and then.

"fuck, kei..." you whimper.

"i think this is a much more efficient way to eat, don't you agree?" he hums mouth moving down to your collarbone. the marks left behind from his handiwork please him but make him all the more greedy at the same time. "every part of your body is sweet just like this cake."

you whimper, arching your back up into him as the tender skin of your breasts is sucked on, his mouth not hesitating to leave bruises in his path. with the way he kisses and licks your skin, you truly feel worshipped. especially when he makes it his agenda to kiss every square inch of you. he ends his ministrations with kisses on your cunt, causing you to jerk from sensitivity of cumming earlier.

"don't think i can go back to eating strawberry shortcake normally after that." he admits and you laugh before sitting up.

you crawl to the tent in his pants, hands moving to undo his belt but hear a sound of displeasure.

"no time." he swat your hand away from his crotch. you pout until he pulls himself out from his confines, his cock slapping his stomach as he steps out of his pants and boxers.

he's leaking an evident amount of pre and you wonder what universe you had to be put in to not be able to suck him off in this moment.

he kneels between your body, stroking himself but making no urgent move to line up with your hole. he seems to enjoy your squirming and smirks at the look of frustration on your face.

"you look hot when you're desperate like this." he says, gripping himself just a little tighter at how vulnerable you look before him.

your body jerks when you feel the head of his cock brush against your cunt. the feeling dissolves but then he repeats the same motion again.

"kei i swear if you don't put it in—"

"then what?" he challenges, only running his tip over your folds once more.

"is it really a crime to want to see you cry for my cock?" he asks, slapping his shaft against you. "it's my birthday so you have to do as i say now. so tell me how much you want it."

when he's met with silence, he raises a brow, wondering why you aren't speaking. "did you not hear me? or are you already too dumb to speak? i haven't even fucked you yet."

his large hand slides up to the column of your throat and a gasp of surprise leaves you. "you're acting kind of bratty right now, and i don't like it. i don't even think you deserve my cock."

you protest, "wait! please! i—"

he taps his chin, "but that's a problem for both of us, isn't it?" he grunts, probing his tip at your entrance, pressing the tip in, but not moving any further. one move and you could have him inside of you easily, but you don't dare defy him. he'll just get more upset.

he continues, "because you won't believe how badly i want to be buried in this tight cunt. but i could just fuck my fist or your mouth and call it a day—"

"n-no! i don't want that!" you blurt.

he grabs your jaw, a stern look on his face. "this isn't about what you want, baby. it's about listening and behaving to what i want. now what do you say?"

your head bows and shame swallows you whole. "please, sir. please fuck me like you mean it."

the look on kei's face suggests that he isn't exactly pleased, and the click of his tongue confirms. "i think you can beg better than that, shortcake. you've cried harder over cuddling* than getting fucked."

"that's not—" you bite your lip when his glare falls on you, "sir please! i promise i'll be good! i'll do everything you say, i swear!"

call him a sadist but it isn't until he sees tears brimming your eyes does he fully sheath himself into. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him.

"see, now this, is a birthday gift." he says, breathing shaking as your insides envelope him. you always invite him in so easily, that's how he knows his cock is made for you, and your cunt is made for him.

"k-kei..." you stutter, the fullness making your senses heightened.

"always feel like i'm celebrating something when i'm in you." he huffs, his face flush as he squeezes his eyes shut. "god, you always feel too good..."

the slow clap of his hefty balls against your ass begins to fill the room. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

"creaming all over my cock like this, you might be the best present i've ever had." he grunts, moving his hand to play with your clit. "so pretty like this..."

and just like he knows, your nails dig into his back, gently but thoroughly scraping at his skin as he pounds into you. it takes everything in him to not cum right there and then. you find yourself babbling his name, chanting it and telling him how good he feels.

his mouth is moving over all parts of you to taste and lick the cake he missed from before. he groans something about you tasting sweeter today especially.

you don't get a chance to warn kei about your creeping orgasm, and just lock your legs around him as it all comes crashing down over you. he groans, nearly losing his composure as your cunt milks him. he swears before pulling out of you, flipping the two of you so that your body is on top of him.

"be a good present and ride me." he says, smacking your ass.

you waste no time and scramble to adjust yourself. your legs are still trembling when you sink back down on him but you can careless. you both groan, stilling for a moment, as you stare at each other. he laces his hand with yours and squeezes it again.

once accommodating the full and new feeling from the angle you're at, you slowly move on him.

"oh fuck." he hisses, head falling back against the pillows. you place your hands on his thighs before leaning back and bouncing yourself. his hands move over you, whispering words of affection and marveling you in his own quiet and loving way.

"god look at you," kei breathes, staring up at you like you're an angel descended from heaven. his mouth falls open slightly and soft moans escape as he watches you.

"always look so fucking beautiful when you ride me like this." he continues, conflicted on if he should lay back and view you or shove his face between his (yes, his because everything about you is his) tits.

as infuriating kei tsukishima can be, there's never a time that he doesn't make you feel so loved, and full of worth and praise. albeit these moments are shared more privately, but you won't trade the image of his half lidded eyes, flush face, and lovesick expression for anything else.

he decides to lay back and is pleasantly surprised when you lean over him anyways, offering the best view of your tits in his face. his large hands move to knead and play with them, then making you shudder and cry out of pleasure when he sucks on them.

"k-kei..." you breathe, voice caught in your throat as you grind down on him, flipping between that and bouncing on his cock. it's almost like your body is possessed in a way. he knows and you know just how cock hungry this man can make you and how your mind resorts to mush.

kei would get on his knees and thank the gods right now if he could just from seeing the sight of you so focused to getting yourself and him off with his dick. and he doesn't want to have it any other kind of way. there's a strange satisfying feeling to being used and he's not opposed to it.

"does it feel good, baby? does my cock make you feel this good? tell me." he ghosts his hands over your hips and groans, watching the sinful way that they move.

"f-fuck, feels so good, kei! i love sitting on your cock!" you whine, tears brimming your eyes. tsukishima feels himself throb in you before moaning again, not caring how desperate he sounds.

"yes, keep fucking me like this, don't stop." he gasps, trying his best to keep his hands from grabbing your hips and fucking up into you how he likes.

he can feel his resolve crumble as he approaches his high. "you're going to let me cum inside you, yeah? like the dirty girl that you are?" he smacks your ass, making you clench sinfully and deliciously on him.

you nod rapidly, nails digging into his ravished porcelain skin. "fuck yes, kei, i want all of it. cum inside of me, please!"

he grins, your whining riling him up as he pounds into you harder. he flips you over again and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and your body pinned down on the bed. everything is so loud and messy, but he's too hyper focused on filling you up to care.

"shit, fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm going to fill you up so fucking full." he yanks you by your hair and kisses all down your neck. by his erratic breathing you know he's at his peak.

"kei, i'm—!" you gasp, your third orgasm seizing you as your cunt clamps down on him.

"ha—" he chokes, hips stilling and back shuddering as the dam inside of him breaks. the most lewd groan escapes him and you clench harder when feeling the warm of his cum spill into you. the throbbing from him evident as his balls fully empty themselves into you.

barely catching your breath, you reach up and kiss him. his mouth tastes like the cake you made him and you feel your face burn as you taste a hint of yourself as well.

your start to move yourself off of him and he grunts out of displeasure.

"not yet. just want to be in you for a bit longer." he says, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"okay." you respond, leaning down to kiss his face, neck, and collarbone. he shivers at your touch and you feel his cock twitch inside of you once more.

"you're going to start something you can't finish." he complains, pinching your side to get you to stop.

you laugh, hiding your face in his necks. "whatever you say. so...how was your birthday present?"

"i loved it. i'm going to put the photo on my desk at work." he answers, smirking as you bite his ear in warning.

"not that present, dummy." you sit up before gesturing to the bow around your neck.

tsukishima hums, his hand resting on your neck before looking at you.

"absolutely irreplaceable. i couldn't have asked for anything better, and i'm feeling incredibly lucky.

"well i'm glad, birthday boy," your eyes fall back on the food. "are you hungry? do you want more cake?"

"no...but speaking of cake, i just realized something." tsukishima says, playing with your fingers.

you tilt your head. "what?"

"your pussy always tastes the sweetest when i'm dripping out of it." he smiles.

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duchessonfire · 3 years ago

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On problematic content in fandoms

Look, I get that a lot of people see fandoms/fanart/fanfics as a form of escapism to get a few minutes break from the shitstorm that is reality. And for plenty of people, escapism means looking at cute fanart, wholesome fanfics and generally entering a pastel-colored world full of beloved tropes where everyone is woke af and nothing problematic ever happens. I get it.

But remember that escapism comes in as many different shade as there are different people. Escapism for one person can mean delving into a super dark/violent/twisted work that will act as a catharsis for the viewer and creator. Maybe it's looking at seriously f-up p*rn of their favorite characters as a way to remember that different (and sometimes scary!) forms of physical intimacy can be enjoyed safely and vicariously in a fantasy world of their choosing. Maybe it's about seeing a really racist/homophobic/toxic/hateful character getting the living shit beat out of them. But none of these forms of escapism can exist if we try to bleach fandoms of everything that looks remotely problematic or even (gasp) R-rated. That's why tags and trigger warnings exist.

"But OP, sometimes fanworks are improperly tagged and people see stuff that can trigger/shock them. Why shouldn't we just make all fanart PG-13 by default?"

Glad you asked, because there is already a solution to your problem, without having to hide everything R-rated under the rug like it's something shameful when it's not. The comment button. Just use the comment button and gently tell the author/content creator that they should add the proper tags for their work. I don't know why, some people seem convinced that content creators are malicious in their tagging. In most cases they're not, they simply aren't aware of how extensive the tagging system is! When I arrived on AO3, I had no idea you should put tag or tw for things such as "eating disorder" or "gaslighting" or "toxic characters". I don't live in America, in my country, trigger warnings are barely a thing. How am I supposed to know these things if no one takes the time to tell me about them, and tell me about them politely? No one wants their works to traumatize their audience, most of the time people create content they think will appeal to a specific audience that shares similar interests. We're all learning, so don't come guns blazing at someone who is probably already anxious about having put something precious they work hard on out into the world.

And guess what? Sometimes, no matter how well-tagged a work is, someone will find it that is obviously not the intended audience. What do you do in that case? Just scroll past. Screen. Use the block button. Curate your experience. But don't go harrassing people because they had the audacity to co-exist in the same space as you. When you see someone on the street dressed in an attire that makes you want to scratch your eyes out, do you harass that person by saying they should change before going out into society? Or do you just turn your head the other way and ignore them? (I hope for you it's the second one, otherwise, spoiler alert, you're an a**hole). Same thing for fanworks. The internet/AO3/Twitter/Tumblr is made for everyone, not just under 18s and people who want nothing to do with s*x/problematic/disturbing content. Stop bullying people into the shadows and think of yourself as some sort of righteous angel preserving the delicate eyes of like-minded innocents.

Don't erase other people's forms of escapism just because they're different from yours.

#fandom #fandom culture #fanfiction #fanart #anti anti #ship and let ship #fandom police #queue'd #escapism #proship #proshipper #antiship #problematic #purity culture #fandom discourse #fandom problems #antis #discourse tw #discourse tag

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ravenadottir · 3 years ago

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How do you think the LIs would feel about MC wanting to be a stay at home mum? Discounting the ones who don't want kids.

i'll be honest, there's only a handful of guys and girls who would respect mc's decision without trying to change her mind.

'cause most of them would like to see her thrive and not necessarily understand stay-at-home is just another job, except the poor people don't get paid.

there's so much that goes into it, like administrating a whole house, groceries, organization, kids, kids' schedules, homework, holidays, meals, cleaning and doing it all right? fucking heroes! and that's just scratching the surface, 'cause some also take care of the maintenance (shout out to my mom that learned how to use tools from me so she wouldn't have to ask my step dad to do stuff).

discounting the ones that don't want kids: carl and lucas.

wouldn't bat an eyelash if they knew this is exactly what mc wants:

henrik is supportive all the way, no matter what she wants, and he knows she's capable.

tai understands because i get the feeling his mom was also a stay-at-home mom.

kassam wants her to do what she wants, whatever that is, and to come back from tour and have full time at home with his wife and kids is kind of the best part of coming back. ibrahim (also a headcanon) probably grew up watching his mom doing the same thing.

gary has the example of a working mom, his own, and a stay-at-home-does-charity-on-the-side, his nan, and he knows ow much work that is. he might try to persuade her because of how tiring it is but would be supportive still.

hannah just wants her cottage-core fantasy to become a reality, and having wife and kids at home is probably part of it.

elisa works from home, and except for the kids she does all the rest. she knows the responsability of the job and how much work goes into it, so she would be supportive.

noah. yeah, no arguments here. he would offer if mc needed to pursue her dream so i can only assume he would be extremely supportive if that's what she wants.

would try to push her to stay in her career/study path:

marisol. academic knowledge to her is everything. half of her time she's studying and the other half she's stressing about it. grasping the concept of leaving a career to embrace another doesn't get in her head that easily, especially one that's so looked down at.

bobby. he's an ambitious guy and expects the girl with him to be the same. i could be wrong but he strikes as the type of guy who would say something negative about it, mostly because he doesn't know how much work goes into it. i would love mc to just make him be a stay-at-home dad for a week, to get a taste of everything he would have to do.

to girls like lottie and priya is really hard to argue because they might understand feminism in a different tone. "you need to prove you're capable." is usually the response they give but they don't get the full scope of what feminism actually is. pushing your girlfriend to stay on her career is just... anti-feminist. mc should be able to make a decision of her own, do what she wants without pressure of anyone else, and if a stay-at-home parent is what she wants to do, fantastic! it's her decision! it shouldn't be an issue, especially if they mention feminism, which they would...

#litg #litg s2 #litg season 2 #love island the game #litg bobby #litg elisa #litg fanfic #litg hannah #litg henrik #litg gary #litg ibrahim #litg kassam #litg lottie #litg marisol #litg noah #litg priya

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waywardimpalawriter · 4 years ago

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Book Boyfriend A Frankie Morales x Plus Size F! Reader fic Part 1

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Plus Size F! Reader

Characters: Frankie Morales, Reader, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, William “Ironhead” Miller, Ben “Benny” Miller, Isabella Morales (OC)

Setting: Two years after the events in Colombia (Triple Frontier)

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Soft Frankie (yes that has to be a warning), cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), tooth rotting fluff, mixed with a little hurt/comfort, mention of abuse,

Word count: Part 1: 10,284

Summary: You’ve been so engrossed in your currant book series its lead to Frankie feeling a little left out.

Notes: This is my first Frankie Morales/Pedro Pascal Fic, so I’m hoping everyone loves it as much as I did writing it. Something a little fluffy I thought of while thinking of my own favorite book boyfriends. Using the translator Systran for my very bad Spanish translations. A grateful thank you to @icanbeyourjedi for helping me out with Frankie’s Dog tags.

Tag list: @manalg14 @songbirdcannabe @frannyzooey

Licking your index finger to turn the page of the book in your hand, unaware you have someone staring. Watching the way, you lick that single digit, adjusting himself on the couch beside you. Callused hand coming down to brush over your plush thigh, drawing little circles over the exposed skin. Attention still firmly on the book, Frankie huffs turning back to the tv but his hand stays on your thigh. Eyes darting towards your mouth to catch you slowly lick your lips. Teeth trapping the bottom between to nibble as you read a really good part.

Groaning softly at your actions, he leans over to nuzzle your neck, patchy beard softly tickling the skin of your neck. Making you giggle, placing a hand on his chest to gently push Frankie away, “Baby I’m reading.”

“For the past two hours, hermosa,” slight pout in his tone, taking the hand on his chest to bring it to him mouth and kiss your fingers. Distractions that normally work seem to fall short, eyes darting between the page and his. Soft slightly chapped lips trailing a path up the inside of your arm reaching the hem of your sleeve the same time your eyes lock.

Pausing to look over at him, you cup his cheek patting lightly, “One more chapter then I’ll be all yours I promise handsome.”

Rolling those expressive chocolate pools, he sits back against the couch trying to ignore the throbbing in jeans because of the little actions you’re doing. “One more chapter Mi cielito I’m going to hold you to that.”

However, one more chapter turned into two than three and Frankie started to fall asleep beside you. Jerking awake with the soft touch of your lips against his forehead, “Come baby lets go to bed,” words whispered with a touch of regret flowing through the cadence. You hadn’t meant to get so engrossed in your book, ignoring your boyfriend beside you.

Sweetly, you help him get up from the couch, seeing how tired he is, and a slice of remorse eats away at you for keeping him up so long and breaking your promise. “I’m sorry my love, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

Grunting low, draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him while the two of you head to your shared bedroom. Only pausing long enough to check on Isabella, seeing she’s knocked out curled around her baby doll. Sighing softly at the sight you side eye Frankie seeing a tired but sweet smile tugging at his lips.

“How’d I get so fucking lucky?” though the question is rhetorical you answer smacking his chest first for the curse word.

“Language Mr. Morales,” light giggles leave you, pulling him along towards your bedroom.

Shrugging, “Bella’s asleep she can’t hear me,” eyes dropping to watch the sway of your wide hips soft groan rumbling low.

“To answer your question,” turning to face him with a smirk on your lips having heard the groan. “We both got lucky baby especially after everything we went through to get where we are today.” Cupping his bearded cheek, brushing your thumb just under his eye. “Plus, luck had nothing to do with it but love that brought us together.”

Soft gasp parting your lips, watching transfixed by the sigh of Frankie nuzzling his face in your palm, kissing the center and making a shiver of arousal race down your back. Unable to stop yourself from looking between those soft lips and dark eyes. Catching the smirk tugging at the corners as he leans in to press his mouth to yours in a tender kiss. Strong arms wrap around your thick waist hauling you against his firm chest, garnering a squeak to escape your lips. Heart thumping erratically behind your ribs wondering for a moment if he could feel or maybe hear the muscle working over time because of him.

Of their own accord your arms wrap around his shoulders, pressing farther into his warmth. Low groan working its way from the depths of his chest. Hands slipping down into the back pockets of those ass hugging jeans he loves. Cupping the generous globes to pull you flush against him. Letting you feel hard evidence of his arousal, the thick ridge incased in denim presses into your thigh. On a gasp his tongue licks into the warm cavern of your mouth sliding over your teeth before mating in a sensual dance all their own.

Eyes dropping closed at the pleasure his mouth is giving you, one hand stray’s to card through the curls at the back of his head, blunt nails scratching lightly. The other tracing little patterns over his back knowing how sensitive to your touch he is. Chuckling into his mouth, his body wiggling into yours trying to get away from your teasing fingers. Though he doesn’t want to break the kiss, nor move from having you against him.

“Hermosa,” warning growl rumbling from his chest, as he squeezes your ass in retaliation making another mewl of pleasure leave you. Pressing yourself into his body, your eyes open to stare into his heat darken gaze.

Biting your bottom lip, you happen to glance at the clock, red numbers staring back at you in remembrance of the time and how late it’s gotten. “Well, fuck me,” you groan with a shake of your head.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past few hours cariño,” dropping his head to rest on your collarbone, his own groan rumbling up. Knowing you need to break apart but not wanting to let you go.

Running your fingers through his dark brown hair, giving the scalp a light scratch, “I’m sorry Frankie,” guilt wringing your heart. Knowing it’s not easy for the two of you to be intimate with Isabella. A blessing to you both, though to Frankie she’s his world one that you happened to step into about a few months after her birth. “I didn’t realize the hours slipped away from me.”

“It’s all right Y/N,” soft moan leaving his lips at how good your fingers feel in his hair. “I know you haven’t had time to yourself to read in a long while.” Raising his head to look at you with heated eyes, “Just don’t forget I’d like a little attention to,” giving your ass another squeeze, pout finding its way over his mouth. “Besides how could that book be so interesting when you have me sitting right beside you?” wiggling his brow at you.

Giggling softly, “So full of yourself Morales,” reluctantly pulling from his arms to start your nightly routine. “Those book boyfriends got me through years of sexual drought and fueled a ton of fantasies.” Pulling your shirt from your body hearing the groan from your boyfriend, making another giggle leave you. Hands on hips, you stare at him, catching his pink tongue come out and lick his lips. Shifting hips to try and alleviate at least a touch of pressure on his cock. “Like what you see flyboy?”

“God, you know I do sweetheart,” words coming out breathless though gritted teeth, trying to hold back and using all his will power to keep from taking you. “Fucking tease,” he tosses out when you turn, pulling your bra off to slide your sleep shirt over your top half. “Besides you have me now to full fill all those fantasies of yours. Why not let me?”

“Tomorrow I’ll make it up to you Francisco I promise,” turning back to him, you step forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “If I didn’t have such an early morning, I would let you fuck me into our mattress all night and fill all my erotic idea’s.”

Groaning, “Una princesa de burlas, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” (Translation “A princess of mockery, you’re gonna be the death of me.) Nipping at your neck, knowing that speaking Spanish never fails to turn you on with his voice dropping an octave in cadence. Only confirmed when you start to rub your thighs together, combined with the little whimpers that leaves you. “Not too fun, eh?”

Rolling your eyes, giving Frankie a shove that barely moves him but makes his head come up so you're looking into his eyes. Seeing the mischievous glint right before you kiss his chin, by passing his lips to kiss the tip of his nose. Placing your hands on his cheeks to bring his face down, adding a kiss between his eyebrows, the final one landing on his forehead. His face almost pressed into your breasts, which makes him groan and lick his lips. Before coming back to his lips giving them a tender kiss then pulling away to head towards the bathroom.

Getting lost in your warmth and scent, Frankie staggers a few steps when you move away, smile sliding over his soft lips while watching you move. Knowing you’re being both sweet and temping with those kisses, Frankie pulls his own shirt from his body. Stretching his back from working all day on the boss’s helicopter, he goes to drop it in the laundry basket stepping in front of the open bathroom door. To catch you rubbing lotion into your legs, one foot on the bathtub’s ledge as you work the cream into your skin. Trying not to stare but he can’t help it, knowing what those soft legs felt like wrapped around his waist or over his shoulders. Better yet on either side of his head while he’s feasting on your cunt.

Cursing in Spanish to turn quickly pressing the heel of his palm into his thickening shaft, breath coming out in quick pants. Reciting the proper procedure for takeoff and landing a helo trying to get himself under control and not think about bedding you all night. Frankie finishes getting undressed, sliding his lower body into a pair of red and black flannel pajama pants, smirk turning up his lips as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. You just finishing up your nightly routine, pause at the door to flick the lights off. Eyes landing on Frankie, who’s bare chest catches your attention first. Having to stop yourself from licking your lips as the soft light highlights his tawny skin. Soft in all the right places especially the little tummy you love to kiss when trailing your lips over his body.

Dragging your eyes up to lock with his, seeing the smirk that makes you shake your head at him, “I’m guessing this is pay back?” stepping forward, one leg sliding between his thighs. Pushing them apart so you can stand closer. Hands come to rest on his shoulders, one carding through his thick curls as his own rest on your wide hips.

Looking up at you, chin resting on your tummy still unable to fathom how he could got so lucky. “Is it working hermosa?” eyes darken when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips.

“Nope,” popping the p while trying to keep from giggling at the crest fallen look on his handsome face. That he buries in your plush shirt covered tummy. Trying to hide that fact that yes those pajama pants work so damn will. “Next time go naked there’s a possibility for me jumping your bones then.”

“That can be arranged sweetheart,” grin returning to his lips while standing to wrap his arms back around your shirt covered waist. Pressing you against his chest feeling your puckered nipples beneath the fabric begging for attention. He’s more than willing to give in, stripping you down and worshipping every inch he could get his mouth on.

Soft whimper leaves you lips when his lowers to ghost over yours. The barely there touch making your knees weak but its the wide yawn that overtakes you instead of the kiss. Breaking the moment as Frankie groans walking you both to the side of the bed. Leaning over to pull the covers back, “Let’s get you in bed mi amor, tomorrow I’ll ravish you till you can’t walk.”

Nodding you climb in moving to the middle so Frankie can get in, curling up to his side, resting a hand on his chest to draw little patterns. “Promise handsome?” whispering the words into his ear then placing a kiss to his cheek. Your touch not helping things but he wouldn’t change anything. Instead he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, placing them over his heart.

“Promise cariño, you know I wouldn’t break one,” turning his head to look at you. Seeing the droop of your lids soft smile gracing his features. Leaning in, to place a kiss to each of your half-closed eyes, “Sleep Y/N we have tomorrow and many more days after that.” Adding a gentle kiss to your lips.

“You’re too good to me Frankie,” muttering the words sleepily, snuggling against him, left arm wrapping around your waist to hold you. “Te Amo,” whispering the words, lips placing a kiss to his neck breath ghosting over his skin as you fall asleep.

While Frankie lays there shocked, not because you spoke in Spanish but for what those simple words meant to him. Wishing that you hadn’t fallen sleep so he could say them back and show you in actions how much he truly loves you. He settles for now on holding you closer making sure the sheet and blankets are securely covering the both of you, knowing how cold you get during the night. Placing his lips against your forehead for a kiss, his own eyes starting to drift closed. Your rhythmic breathing lulling him into dreams of your life together.

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Intrusive noise brings you slowly from the warm cocoon you're wrapped in, low groan leaving your lips. Moving to turn the offending alarm off but you can’t reach as Frankie has you pushed into the mattress cuddling into your chest with his heavy arm draped over your tummy. “Frankie baby the alarm,” hearing him grunt against your skin, giggles leave your lips.

You try one more time to reach the clock only to have him bat a hand at the offending object, hitting the snooze harder than needed and rolling back against you. Burying his lips in your throat, soft mustache tickling your skin making you giggle and try to move away. Through his strong arms hold you even closer, your head tipping back to give the access he’s wordlessly asking for. Fingers carding through his curls, tugging gently as a low moan leaves your throat. One he feels with his mouth against your pulse that picks up with each nibble and kiss given.

“Frankie,” name comes out on a whimper when his nose brushes just south of your ear.

“Mi amor,” sucking softly, tasting your skin with his tongue that draws little patterns. Free hand moving down to the hem of your shirt that’s ridden up while you slept. Callused fingers finding your bare waist to spread his hand over your skin, sliding it down and back to cup the generous globe of your ass. Pressing his face into your fabric covered chest, making another moan leave your lips as his own seek out the pebbled peaks of your nipples. Wetting the cloth as he suckles one into the hot cavern of his mouth.

The hand at your ass moving lower to bring your thigh over his hip, rocking against you. Flatten your hands over his chest, pushing twice before he rolls on his back taking you with him. So that your straddling his waist, feeling the hard press of his shaft along your folds. Hands bracing yourself up over him, mouth never leaving your breast. As he switches to the other, eyes locking with yours letting you see the need and heat filling the now almost black orbs. Pupil’s crowding out the beautiful brown of his iris’s you love to drown in. Mewling whimpers leave your parted lips, head tossed back, while your hips rock against him in slow teasing circles.

Growling in impatience, Frankie makes quick work of pulling your shirt off to fling it to the floor, mouth reattaching to your breast. Nipping the puckered bud before trailing his lips over your skin and back up your neck. Reaching your ear, “It’s tomorrow hermosa or did you forget and want that book boyfriend of yours?”

Turning your head to capture his lips in a deep hard kiss, one that’s all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance. Angling your head just right so that you can take in air through your nose while tangling your tongue with Frankie’s. Though before long the need for true oxygen becomes too much as your forced to break apart both of you panting for breath. Resting your foreheads together you subtly move your hips. Just brushing your soaked panties against his flannel covered cock. Letting him feel your passion that he’s started.

An idea pops into your head one that’s fleeting with the warmth of his large hands landing on your ass. Cupping the globes to press you against him, while he plants his feet and thrusts upward. It’s anything but teasing, more demanding with a need born from a night of dreams that has him hard as steal and wanting to bury himself deep inside your body.

“Frankie,” his name coming out on a whimper, mouth moving to his jawline kissing the salt and pepper beard. Nosing the surprisingly soft hairs, trailing your lips to the thick cords of his neck pushing his chin backwards to get access to where you want to place kisses. Both of you shutting out the world right then and all that needs accomplished for the day in favor of indulging in carnal pleasures interrupted last night by time moving too quickly.

“Tell me what you want hermosa and I’ll give it to you,” breath ragged with need, his cock throbbing with each movement of his hips against you. Feeling your essence soaking through to his own skin. Low growl rambling into your chest that he presses to his, loving the feel of your nipples brushing his overheated flesh.

He goes to pull your panties off and his own pajama pants when a squeal of want makes the two of you break apart. Groaning, pushing his head back into the pillows as you rest your forehead against his collarbone unable to help the silent giggles that leave your lips. Frankie tips your chin up when he feels the shake of your body, thinking you’re upset and shaking his head when seeing the mirth in your sweet gaze.

“Looks like a cold shower for you handsome,” trying to keep the mirth from your tone as you lean down to give him one more sweet kiss. “I’ll go take care of our princess you shower and get ready for work.” Groaning when you must move from his body, feeling his hands slide down from your thick waist, a shiver runs down your frame at the caress he gives your body. Though you try to suppress the want while searching for something to wear for right now. Spying his flannel robe, “Breakfast?” brow cocked, turning back to face him. Licking your lips as you look over your lover. Unable to hide the need blooming deeper in your eyes, finding that you can’t take your eyes off the sexy man lying in your bed.

He turns on his side one arm propping up his head to watch you pull on his camo bath robe. “Never thought something so simple would look so sexy,” words whispered though you’ve heard them as Frankie looks you over. Feeling the places his eyes linger like a caress of those big rough hands of his, making another shiver skate over your body.

Swallowing, knowing there’s not much time till Isabella calls/squeals for you again. “You want breakfast Frankie?” trying to get your mind off what you really want. Like jump back into bed with that man and make him growl and moan your name till he’s putty in your hands. The only man to ever make you feel sexy while naked or in this case dressed in his robe. Knowing that your not some runway model with a size two body, but it’s a body Frankie can never get enough of. One he loves to see pressed into the mattress, while he takes you in any manner of ways. Face consumed with the pleasure he’s giving you or those times when your greedy and want to show him heaven. Devouring his cock in the warmth of your mouth, teasing him, knowing just what places to lick and nibble. The wanton minx only Frankie gets to bring out and see. But most of all its that sweet smile you give him that tugs at his heart and what made him fall in love with you almost at first sight.

An impatience huff from you has a smile tugging at his lips, breaking him from the thoughts filtering through his mind. Raising to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to snag the ties to his robe and bring you closer. Mischief running through those soulfully deep brown eyes, hands resting on your hips, “Only if I can eat you for breakfast mi amor.”

Voice impossibly deep, sends a spark of arousal so potentate you must rub your thighs together for friction and place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. “That’s dessert flyboy and it’s nowhere near dinner time so sadly I’m off the menu for right now.” Giving him a bright smile, as you see the disappointment flashes in his eyes. Leaning down to kiss him softly, “Shower, I’ll have breakfast ready and our little princess, before getting ready myself.”

Stepping away you pause at the door to look over your shoulder, catching him watching your every move. “See something you like Francisco?” One shoulder of the robe sliding down to bare your skin to his eyes.

Shaking his head, he can’t stop the smile from gracing his lips, “I see someone I love,” raising to join you at the door. Wrapping an arm around your waist, to lean down and kiss you back softly. Heart beating out of his chest at the simple words he spoke that made you gasp but return the kiss. Pulling away with a goofy smile on your lips.

“Love huh? You going soft on me Mr. Morales?” knowing what it took for him to say that word and remembering that you had told him the same last night in Spanish. Happy tears form in the corners of your eyes as you turn fully towards him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “I love you to Frankie.”

Tender moment broken by the call of “Mama,” which makes you both laugh in happiness as you move away.

Squeaking at the smack Frankie lands on your ass before you’ve stepped fully away from him. “By the way hermosa you look fucking sexy in my robe. Though I do have to say it would look so much better on the floor,” giving your wink before turning to head to the shower.

“Same with those sinful flannel pj’s baby, they may look good riding low on that waist of yours, showing off that sexy tummy and treasure trail. But I’d look better with my legs wrapped around you,” you return giggling when you hear the low growl from him. “Don’t worry they will be on the floor tonight count on that one.”

Heat rising over Frankie’s cheeks at your words even as another groan leaves his lips along with a soft curse feeling his cock throb from just the mire thoughts your promise conjures up. He has to lean a little on the bathroom door to steady himself before stripping and heading for a very cold shower.

Sadly, both your days didn’t go as planned. Repairs on the helo took longer than Frankie scheduled, he drug himself in a little after 8, the scent of pizza tickling his nose as he toes off his shoes by the door.

“Y/N,” calling out softly not wanting to wake Isabella who he knew would be fast asleep in her bed. The sight which meets his eyes makes his heart expand and tears form, both his girls fast asleep on the couch. The book you read last night dangling from your hand just shy of landing on the floor. Free hand cuddling your little girl against you, fingers spread over her small back.

Stepping closer, he hates to wake you, looking so peaceful, beautiful eyes closed contentment making your features smooth. Frankie leans down to scoop up Isabelle, her own eyes sleepily opening to stare at him. “Dada,” small voice whispers, her head drooping to lay on his shoulder falling back asleep. Soft chuckle at her actions, Frankie runs his hand over her head gently sweeping away some of the chestnut curls. Still in aww of this little girl he never thought would be his. Movement catches his eye, turning to see you waking slowly.

Stirring with the warmth and weight of Isabella gone, you smile up at Frankie rising slowly to place your book in your previous spot before stretching out your back. “Long day baby?” standing to wrap your arms around both of your loves.

“Hmm,” pressing warm lips to first his little girl’s forehead before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m just happy to be home hermosa.” Not wanting to go into the crappy details of his day right then. “I’ll go put our angel to bed while you get ready yourself.”

Shaking your head, ruffling her hair gently and adding a kiss to her soft chestnut curls, “I’ll warm you up some dinner and we can talk before bed.” Reaching up to brush your hand over his bearded cheek, cupping the side and swiping a thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“Sure, you don’t want to return to your book boyfriend?” teasing glint making his eyes light with mirth that makes you roll your and pat his jaw.

“Don’t tempt me Frankie baby I just might,” sending a smirk his way, turning then to head into the kitchen. Hearing the playfully annoyed huff leave him.

Entering the kitchen bare feet silently padding over the cold tile, you busy yourself with getting a plate, trying not to think of your day. The events having led to the reason Isabella was still up, and pizza for dinner instead of the home cooked meal you had originally planned to make. Automatically placing two slices down on a plate and putting them in the microwave. Leaning back against the counter, arms crossed watching though not actually paying attention to the microwave plate spin, eyes unfocused glancing more inward than on the task at hand. You jump lightly when Frankie comes to stand in front of you, warm body soothing your horrible day, arms on either side caging you in. Wrapping your arms around his waist to rest your head on his chest.

“Things not go as planned my love?” placing a kiss to the center of his shirt covered chest, not wanting to speak about your day yet.

Soft grunt leaves his lips pressed into the side of your head, “Just long and a few fuck ups by the newbie’s who seem to think they know everything.” Eyes rolling through you can’t see the action with your head still pressed into his chest. Running his large hands up and down your back, pressing your soft plush body into his. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a relic in that place and no one wants to listen to me.”

“You know more than all those assholes put together Frankie, you could put that helo back together with your eyes closed and fly it to points unknown in a blink of an eye,” looking up voice firm and strong with a note of pride in the cadence as you lean up to press your lips to his for a short kiss.

“My little cheerleader,” grinning nuzzling his nose against yours. “If I get you that little outfit, would you wear it for me?” though seeing you in his robe turns him on more than any stupid costume. Being a man of simple wants and desires, he’d rather see you naked with just his dog tags between your breasts.

This time you roll your eyes, “Not with all the extra padding I have it wouldn’t look right on me.”

Low growl leaving his chest as he squeezes you tightly, “Sweetheart you would make anything look good though I do have to agree it wouldn’t look right on you.” Seeing the flash of hurt Frankie rushes to explain himself, “Not that you wouldn’t look sexy as fuck just, I’d much rather you in my robe or better yet naked.” Tracing the pattern on your scrub top with the tip of his finger till it reached your neck, resting the callused palm on your soft skin.

Shivering at his words that fill your heart with love for this man, “Nice save stud,” resting your head back on his chest. Eyes closing, feeling his fingers brushing over your neck wondering how you got so lucky when there’s women and men out there that haven’t. Unwillingly the images from this afternoon filter through your mind making you squeeze Frankie tighter.

Sensing the shift in your demeanor, the way you’re holding him like a life preserver wrapped around a drowning man. He pulls back just a little to tip your chin up with two fingers, “What happened mi amor?” seeing unshed tears glistening in your eyes.

“Nothing,” single word muffled as you’ve buried your face back into his chest. Breathing in the scent of oil, lava soap and something that’s uniquely Frankie. It never fails to sooth your mind from the trouble, imagined and real.

Squeezing you closer, he uses the hands at your waist to help boost you to sit on the counter, parting your thighs and slipping between. Cupping your cheeks in callused palms so that your looking into his eyes, “Talk to me hermosa you know you can tell me anything.” Thoughts going back to one of the many reasons he and Felicia, the mother of Isabella, didn’t make it. Both refusing to talk about what’s really bothering them. He doesn’t want a return to that kind of life not with you and not with all the work he put in to change that part of him. “Remember you said we’d talk, and I have so it’s your turn baby.”

Knowing he’s right, a soft sigh leaves your lips, “A young woman came in this afternoon to the clinic, she’d…” swallowing hard at the visions filling your mind, remembering the cuts and bruises, the tears. “Her partner messed her up pretty bad, I tried to get her to press charges, but she wouldn’t. Simply saying it’s her fault, she should’ve listened instead of disobeying.” Eyes downcast as you remember your own mother’s fight against abuse at the hands of her husband. Those memories combined with today’s events trap you in your mind till warm lips press against your forehead. Strong arms cradle you against his chest, stroking your back in soothing circles.

“You did what you could mi alma, there wasn’t anything you could’ve said to change her mind, not till she’s ready. I know it brings the memories back and I’m so fucking sorry you and any woman or man has to go through that.” Moving just a fraction back to look into your eyes as your head raises, silent tears making little wet trails over your cheeks.

Leaning in to kiss the salty moisture away, catching the dull glint of a necklace under your shirt. Frankie reaches up to tug the warm metal from under the fabric, breath catching at finding his dog tags dangling at the bottom.

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you look from the tags to Frankie, “They bring me comfort when you’re not around just like Isabella. I hadn’t meant to keep her up so late but having her lay on my chest while I read it kept the demons away.”

“Mi amor you never have to explain, it's why I gave you these in the first place,�� though the explanation tugs at his heart just as he tugs at the dog tags. The feeling of home, of you and Isabella being here and his, a plan forming in his mind. He’s been a rambling man for so long, even while dating and almost marrying Felicia, but now with you in his arms he felt at home. “As for Isabella I’m more than sure she enjoyed laying on the mama to sleep,” soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I almost didn’t move her, but then I thought you wouldn’t get much sleep on that couch and your back would blame you in the morning.”

Melting at his words, the sweet look in his eyes makes you fall in love with Frankie all the more. “You are one amazing man you know that Francisco Morales?” Feeling the dog tags land back between your cloth covered breasts as his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“I’m just a man mi amor, there’s nothing amazing about me,” soft yelp leaving his lips when you give his side a pinch under his shirt. Rubbing the bruised skin, “What’s that for?” pout forming on his mouth.

“For thinking so little of yourself handsome, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” giving him a stern glance that turns soft under those pouting puppy dog eyes. You glance over his shoulder, seeing the microwave stopped a while ago and knowing he’s probably starved. “You need to eat but I’d warm that pizza up a little more before you do.” Moving just an inch you pull him back into a gentle kiss that’s nothing short of tooth rotten sweet and tender. Just little presses of your mouth to his, nipping a few times on his plush bottom lip before sucking lightly.

Pulling back just a little, “It’s dinner time can I have my dessert now?” mischief sparkling in those deep brown pools as his hands rub your thighs that surround his waist.

“I wouldn’t be much of a participant handsome,” once again guilt eats at your heart as a large yawn makes your mouth gap open and you stretch to work out the kinks in your muscles. “I know I promised…”

Leaning in to kiss you twice, “Don’t you worry about that sweetheart, we have tomorrow.”

“I know but you see my book boyfriend waits for me tomorrow and I can’t disappoint him,” giving Frankie a teasing smirk while slipping from the counter. His presence the salve to your wounded heart just as yours is to his. “Eat your dinner then come to bed, I wanna cuddle with my lover tonight.”

Tugging you into his arms, lips placed on your forehead, “One of these days that book boyfriend of yours will find himself kicked out of our house.” Chuckling, he drops a possessive hand on your ass to give the plump flesh a squeeze. “Those tags mean your taken by me,” reluctantly letting you go, watching with love struck eyes as you walk away.

“I’ll inform him of that baby,” turning you start for the bedroom, pausing at the door to look back and blow Frankie a kiss.

Twenty minutes later, a couple of slices of pizza and half a beer, Frankie goes around the house making sure everything is locked up and lights are off. Treading sock footed to the only source left, he pauses to check first on Isabella then head to your shared bedroom. Pausing at the doorway to watch you sleep, curled around his pillow, dressed in his robe from this morning. A deep love fills his heart one he thought would never find him not after all the bad he’d done, all the marks he tallied with every mission. Yet you’ve stayed taking up room in his heart making it so that he never wants to let you go.

With those thoughts in his mind, Frankie strips down to his boxers and slides into bed. Wrapping an arm around you, to pull you flush with his side. Soft sigh leaving your lips as you curl into him, draping a leg between his and an arm over his chest. Even in your sleep you manage to steal his breath and fall in love with you all over again.

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Golden sunlight filtered through the partly open curtains, bathing his features in soft yellow light. Dark brows smooth with sleep, arching over closed libs hiding those deep chocolate eyes you love so much. Lightly tracing the features of his face with the tips of your fingers, not wanting to wake him just yet having turned the alarm off after waking early. On your day off no less but getting to see Frankie like this peaceful, resting and without a care in the world made losing a little extra sleep worth it.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, fingers tracing over his features. The tip of your index finger gliding over his defined nose that you love to kiss, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. Over cheeks especially the left with its dimple that appears every so often when he’s really happy normally when he’s staring at Isabella or you. That realization makes your heart hammer behind your ribs. Still wondering how you found this amazing man and more to the point how he could love someone like you.

Those thoughts become interrupted when he mumbles words you can’t quite make out but draws your eyes to those lush lips. Ones that speak words of love and devotion, kisses away the nightmares, brushes over Isabella’s forehead or yours. Lips that could make you cry out or gasp in pleasure the likes you’ve never felt before and speak the most filthiest of things into your ear. The very thought of how wicked they could be makes you tremble as you trace over them softly. Laughing quietly when they move against those fingers almost like it tickles feeling his mustache brush your fingers small giggle leaving you. Breath catching when you feel the little unconscious kiss he places. Almost like he’s awake but the steady rise and fall of his chest shows you differently.

Letting the breath you hold out to continue mapping his features. Brushing over the salt and pepper beard that graces his jawline in patches that you know he hates at times. Wanting it to fill in or darker in color like when he was younger. But you reassure him with kisses that you’ve grown to love his patchy facial hair and the color it’s become. Remembering the time, you told him that to you it’s a turn on and had to show him just what you meant. Smirking at that memory, your eyes trace lower for the moment over his pecs, the little slope of his tummy and down that dark trail of hair that slips under his boxers. Consciously licking your lips at the impressive morning wood he’s sporting tenting the black boxers encasing his lower body parts that aren’t covered by the thin sheet.

Reluctantly pulling your eyes away, knowing you’ll get to that point soon enough. Refocusing your attention’s to the strong column of his throat, tracing the veins till they disappear under his skin. Teasingly circling his nipples garnering a low moan from the man above you making a smirk appear even as your eyes dart up. Seeing he’s still asleep though his legs are starting to get a little restless, you glance down catching sight of the sheet slip a little lower. Fingers still dancing over his chest you turn back to your perusal of his body leaning in to place a soft kiss to the pebbled nipple closest to you.

Smiling when there’s a gasp that leaves his lips this time, though you don’t look instead moving lower to nuzzle into his tummy. One of your favorite parts of him, that he hates thinking he’s going soft in his old age. You’d argued with him, musing how he could dislike a part of his body that’s soft when you were soft all over. Thick thighs and waist, arms that still flap after you stopped waving, the body of a Rubenesque angel. The last memory making your smile fondly as Frankie told you that one afternoon lying in bed naked, drawing patterns over your skin much like you do now to him. You’d scoffed that turned into a moan of pleasure when his lips started worshipping your body. Mapping the valley’s and dimples you didn’t like, sliding his big body between your thighs to kiss and bite at your skin. Marking you that afternoon as his, reminding you how beautiful and desirable he sees you.

Only to return the favorite later that night ending the argument by reverently kissing and nipping each spot on his body, the scars, the softness, the strength he forgets that underlines his body. Even now you can’t stop yourself from placing a kiss to the center of his chest. Enjoying the sight of your lover spread out for you to devour. You don’t take your eyes off him while moving to lay between his legs. Robe parting to expose your breasts to his eyes when he wakes, and you know that’s coming soon. When you feel him twitch against your hand, the soft groan and movements of his restless body a dead giveaway.

Leaning down to nuzzle his length with your lips and nose, breathing in the musky woodsy scent of his body that has tingles dancing over your skin. Taking the cloth covered elastic band between your fingers to peel it back. Exposing the head of his cock jutting upward against the curls of his groin making you lick your lips. Tongue peeking out to lap at the pearl drop of precum that sits perfectly over the slit. Tasting his tangy musk of his essence, savoring that first little drop while peeling his boxer briefs lower over his muscular thighs. Carefully tugging them and pushing the sheet off his body while you wiggle down. Till the under garment gets tossed to the floor along with the bedsheet, his body bare to your glaze. Catching sight of his chest starting to rise and fall a little quicker now. Expressive eyes moving a little faster behind closer lids.

Licking your lips at the sight knowing you need to act quickly, or Frankie will wake and spoil your fun. Returning to your position, making sure the robe is still gaping open for his viewing pleasure. Leaning in to trace your lips over the underside of his thick shaft. More than average in girth and length the very thought of him inside you has your own thighs wanting to rub together for some kind of friction. But you remember this isn’t about you, it’s a repayment of pleasure he’s given you, of all the little things, the touches, kisses, the sweetness that is your Frankie. You want to repay him, no matter how many times he’s told you it’s not necessary. You want to show him heaven just as he’s done for you.

A grunt pulls you from the musing, tugging a smirk across your lips, burying them at the base of his shaft. Nibbling little kisses till you reach the red tinged head, tongue slipping out to flatten against the slit and drag across. Wrapping one hand that barely fits around the base placing him heavily on your tongue to circle your mouth and close around the tip. Sucking softly, tongue flicking quickly a few times, before widening your jaw and taking as much of his cock in.

Slightly gagging when he hits the back of your throat, and swallow. Full lips covering the shaft tightly while dragging your mouth up, and down hand pumps and twists the part you can’t fit. Bobbing slowly, grinning when a pair of callused hands come to cup the back of your head. Not pushing just resting trying to ground himself.

Spanish curses fly from his lips, “Mierda hermosa que la boca tuya se siente como el cielo,” back arching off the mattress, eyes flying open to stare down at you. Darkened with passion and desire, licking his lips as your own are wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Tan bueno para mí, mi amor.” (Fucking shit beautiful that mouth of yours feels like heaven.) (So good to me, my love.)

Head bobbing slowly, eyes locked with his, pulling up till just the head rests on your tongue, sucking lightly before letting go with a wet pop. “Morning handsome, sleep well?” smirking at the question, you drop one hand between his thighs to gently caress the slightly roughen skin of his balls. Testing the weight and giving a light squeeze before starting to massage each one in turn. Delighting when it pulls another puffing moan from his lips.

Words unable to form in answer to your teasing question though he knows you’re not truly asking for one just torturing him with that sexy morning voice. Fingers flexing on your head, massaging the scalp, a low groan vibrating through his chest, feeling the soft pressing of your lips on his shaft, accompanying with little nibbles and licks. Making his eyes roll back at the pleasure your giving him. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

Making him sit up, reaching for you trying wrap his hands under your arms and pull you against him. But you’re a little quicker, anticipating his movements and reluctantly pulling away, letting his shaft go so you’re not in arms reach. Shaking your head and crawling back up his body, making sure to pause and place a kiss to the crown of his cock, his tummy which he tries to suck in. Straddling one thigh to let him feel how wet you’ve become from just giving him pleasure. Whimpering when that thigh flexes under you, moving up to brush against your tender dripping folds.

Shaking your head again, placing one hand on his chest to push him back into the pillows. Seeing the slight confusion in those soft chocolate eyes giving you the sweetest puppy look. That would normally have you melting in puddle of goo but not this time. Nope you had to stand your ground, “Won’t work Francisco,” leaning in to kiss him hungrily. Slipping your tongue into his mouth on a moan as he tastes himself in the warm cavern of your mouth. Tongues tangling, fingers carding through his hair to run blunt nails over his scalp. Feeling him twitch against your thigh making you smile into the kiss. Giving him two smaller kisses, “Now be a good boy and lay back for me while I show you heaven.”

Groaning at your words, and doing as you ask, though he gives the thigh between yours one more flex, rubbing your slick folds again just to see you pause in your movements. The way you shutter around him and gasp out. He itch’s to grab you, rolling you under him or better yet tossing that other leg over his hips and thrusting home. Filling you so sweetly, so fully to make you forget about anything and anyone but him. Itching to hear you moan his name, whimper when he hits that perfect spot inside your tight cunt. That never fails to make your eyes roll back, his name a prayer on your kiss swollen lips.

So, lost in his little fantasy that when you’ve made your way back down to his throbbing cock, he jumps at the first touch of your lips. Grunting as his hips jut off the mattress filling your mouth with his shaft. That makes Frankie curse, eyes rolling back when you suck on the crown, flicking that talented tongue over the slit and taking him back down. Placing both hands on his hips to hold him in place. Starting to fully bob up and down, tongue slithering around his shaft as little dribbles of spit slip from your lips wetting his skin.

Forcing himself to open his eyes and look down, to watch his angel, looking so sweet and pure devouring his cock so sinfully. Mumbled words of Spanish, and English leave his lips, eyes locking with yours. He moves one hand down to brush over your hollowed cheek, downward to sweep over your neck and wrap around the back of your sulk helping you move along his shaft. Lewd moans and whimpers escape his panting lips. Only breaking eye contact when he feels the soft fabric of his robe brushing his thighs.

What he finds nearly makes him cum right then, your soft breasts swaying, nipples peaked and begging for his attention. The soft swell of your tummy, the sight makes him whimper and press his head back against the pillows. “Hermosa please, so fucking good.”

When you pull off, using one hand to keep pumping his cock, twisting your wrist, giving little squeezes. Slick from your mouth and his dribbled essence, the wet sounds making his head spin in need. “Please what my love? Want me to stop?” Biting your bottom lip knowing he doesn’t but also knowing what he really wants.

“Fuck no,” low growl leaves his lips, head snapping up to stare at you. Eyes dropping to see the robe open even more your breasts spilling out making him lick his lips. Tracing an invisible path back to your desire darken eyes. Fingers giving his shaft another squeeze as they pump slower almost to a stop, though his hips have a mind of their own and thrust up into the circle of your fingers. He knows you want an answer he can’t seem to form right now with how innocent you look sitting there on your knees. Hand wrapped around his cock, all thought and blood surging to that one organ. Feeling the fading tingles up his spine, with the slacking of your movements.

The dissipating high he wants, needs to chase, has the words tumbling from his mouth. “Want you mi amor, want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock making me cum.” His filthy words make you whimper feeling your cunt tremble and squeeze around nothing. “Please,” last word coming out on a gasp when your hand starts to pick up pace.

Lowering yourself back between his legs, wrapping your mouth around him, starting a hard punishing pace that has his body bowing in pleasure. Hands gripping the sheets beneath you both, head pressing into the pillows show casing the thick tendons of his neck. Bolts of pleasure shooting through his veins he tries to raise up to watch but it’s all too much. Those tingles dancing up his spine, sac drawing up against his body your tongue swiftly swirling around his shaft with each bob of your head. Pressing one hand into his hip to keep you up right while the other works the part of him you can’t fit. Making sure to brush his sac each time your wrist moves down.

Humming at the taste flooding your buds, eyes closing in bliss with each word he mutters the way your name is flows from his parted panting lips. Like a prayer to God though this kind is something He might ignore. Knowing Frankie is getting closer to his release, seeing the sweat slick his forehead and coat his chest. Picking up the subtle change in his deep voice, hands grasping at the sheets knowing it would be you he’s holding on to if he’d been inside you. The way his body is shuttering around you, the quick throbbing of that vein you trace repeatedly wanting him to fall.

Pulling off with a lewd wet pop, “I’ve got you baby, let go for me I wanna taste you.” Moaning the words before wrapping your lips around the crown to suck harshly. Flattening your tongue on the underside while hollowing your cheeks again determined to draw his orgasm from his body.

Smirking up at him hearing the words falling from his sinful lips. “Shit, carajo tan bueno. I’m not gonna last cariño,” hips thrusting up as the first tangy bits of his release touches your tongue.

Humming happily while working quicker, hands and mouth working in tandem to make him lose control. Pleasure exploding behind his closed eyes, back arching off the bed as his control snaps. His essence flowing down your throat, and you take every bit you can swallowing around his sensitive shaft. Chest heaving, gasping for air to fill his lungs, body humming from his high. Another moan escaping, little twitches on your tongue as you pull off placing a sweet kiss to the crown before gently letting him go. Feeling his hands grabbing at you, pulling your up his body and crashing his mouth against yours.

Licking the remains of his orgasm from your lips and thrusting his tongue into the cavern of your mouth to tangle and taste. Holding your body against his, one hand goes between the two of you to start undoing the sash holding the robe only partly closed. Pulling the soft terry cloth knot free and pushing it off one of your shoulders. Fingers dancing over your heated soft skin while his mouth takes control of the kiss dragging a moan from the deepest part of your being. Your own hands clutching at the sheets under you, gasping when those callused fingers tug at a nipple. Soothing the pain with gentle circles, cupping the generous globe in his palm to give a squeeze.

Your body having a mind of its own, rocking against his, hips on either side of his waist as you lay over him. Shaking arms barely keep you up with hot desire flowing through your veins each brush and teasing touch of those skillful hands making you lose control, making you forget the position your in. Lungs burning in the best of ways making you gasp and break away. Resting your foreheads together, breathing in shared air, his hands having pulled the robe low as it’ll go with your arms pushed into the mattress. He flattens his hands on your back pressing you closer to draw his nose over your collarbone and neck. Running stubbled cheeks into the soft skin hearing you gasp that makes him smirk. Especially when he places his lips to your pulse flicking his tongue over the thumping vein drawing a whine from deep in your chest.

His other hand coming to join the party by cupping your breast bringing the heavy globe to his lips and nibbling on your pebbled nipple. Biting down just that side of pain he knows you love and sure enough another moan leaves your lips. Lower body rocking against his needing to find the delicious friction as you clit throbs in need, cunt clinching nothing and wanting him deep inside you.

Shrill alarm breaking the moment, making you groan in annoyance and dropping your head to his shoulder. Body shaking with need, breath escaping in small little gasps as his hands and mouth haven’t stopped working your body over. You gather enough strength to reach over and cut the offending piece of technology off tempted to toss it out the window. In favor of keeping Frankie in bed all day.

“Frankie,” name groaned as you raise up, pulling your chest away from his mouth, making him pout. Small giggle leaving your lips at how cute he looks, “You have to get ready for work baby.”

“Fuck work,” wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close and rolls the pair of you over so he’s hovering over you. “I rather much stay right here and take my time.” Staring into your eyes, his are smiling with those little crinkles at the corners. Reaching up to brush your fingers over the lines, he grabs your hand to bring it to his lips and kiss each finger. “If I remember rightly, I missed dessert last night,” smirking at your gasp when his a hand slip low brushing through your slick folds. “Well, I want it now.”

There’s a war going on inside you, caught between wanting those deliciously thick fingers inside you and conscious of the fact that the both of you need to get up to start the day. Once again, the opinions are taken from you as a little girl squeals in want from her room just a bit down the hall. This time it’s Frankie who groans while you giggle, pushing him from on top of you. To drop dramatically beside you, arm slung over his face.

“Don’t worry flyboy you’ll get your dessert,” patting his chest as you lean over to steal a quick kiss before getting up. Pausing at the bed, “Unless my book boyfriend takes up my time tonight.” Giggling, you move quickly to avoid his hands grabbing for you.

As he’s lunged up playfulness in his eyes though he tries to make them stern and annoyed, “He won’t get in my way of having my woman, hermosa.” Low teasing growl leaves his lips, feet landing on the floor as he stands to stalk towards you. Caught in his snare you take a step back feeling the cool wall against your skin having forgot to pull the robe over you. Shivering though not to from the air-conditioned cooled room, but from the feral look in those deep chocolate eyes that makes you clinch your thighs, whimpering softly. He stalks towards you, body on display for your eyes to roam and drool over wanting to take him up on that offer. A stray slice of golden light graces his form making him look like a Golden God in your eyes. That can’t seem to tear away from him, trapped but in a really good way, one that you don’t want to run from.

Caging you in with his hands on either side of your head, Frankie leans in, breath ghosting over your ear, “Trust me sweetheart I will make you forget all about that book boyfriend. I’ll make it so you can’t walk for a week and mark every inch of this gorgeous body that belongs to me.” Moving so that your eyes are locked, one hand dropping to wrap around your waist and pull your almost naked body against his. Draping a leg over his hip as he slides that large hand over your waist and down to cup your ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your name then make love to you as you scream mine for the neighbors to hear.” Leaning in to brush his lips over yours with a tenderness that underscores the possessive tone, “You’re mine mi Vida, and I don’t share.”

Swallowing hard trying to gather what moisture you can as all of it seems to have headed south, dripping from your fluttering folds and pulsing clit. Hands wrapped around the back of his neck to hold on cause you’re sure the moment he lets you go you’ll melt into a puddle of sexually frustrated goo. “That’s,” licking your dry lips seeing him watch your tongue. Smirking inside at the knowledge you have the same power over him. “That’s a tall order my love you sure you’re up to the challenge?” teasingly stated while your fingers card through his curls giving a light tug. Mischief sparking in your eyes as an idea conjures up for tonight.

“You testing me hermosa?” seeing you nod, his eyes close another low growl this one sounding more dangerous than the last. Only serving to fuel your desire for him.

He’s such a contradiction, caught between sweet caring gentleman that holds your hand when you’re scared and opens the door for you. Kisses your forehead and makes his famous hot chocolate on those days you’re not feeling yourself. To a sexual beast who’s single desire is to make you cum as many times on his tongue, fingers and cock that he can draw out of you. Whispering the filthiest things in your ear, some as he blushes making him all the more adorably cute and sexy at the same time. Then back to the tender, humble man you fell in love with and couldn’t see yourself without.

Thoughts interrupted by a swat to your ass, reminding you to answer, “Yes flyboy, I wanna see if you can make good on those plans.”

“Don’t worry mi amor I’ll remind you,” leaning in to give you the sweetest, softest kiss you’ve ever had. Making your heart flutter with love. Pulling back, “Just make sure you know what you’re getting into,” carefully letting you go, making sure that your steady on your weak legs then stepping away. Giving you a soft smile before turning to head into the bathroom.

Licking your lips, “I hate to see you go Frankie baby but I fucking love to watch you leave.” Pushing away from the wall, retying the robe to cover your body you let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer then head to Isabella who’s jumping and fussing wanting up and breakfast.

Missing the hardy belly laugh that Frankie lets out at hearing your remark, shaking his head while starting the shower and getting ready for another day at work.

To Part Two

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Worldbuilding—Cities and buildings

So continuing the series on worldbuilding, because I have a lot of these already. But you should make sure by this point you have a map, so you know the climate. I'd also work on everything else before the city. If you do the city and don't know everything else first, you might lock yourself into things you didn't carefully think about or rely on tropes you could have avoided by thinking through the other things first.

To me, a city/village/architecture, etc is a sort of practical art. It helps organize space and your setting, but also can tell about the psychology of your characters—no matter if you are deliberately worldbuilding or not You get viseral reactions when you tell people you're living in Harlem v. Hell's Kitchen v. Long Island or maybe it's Silicon Valley or Beverly Hills. Eastend v. Central London. So it's not a bad thing to think hard about it. (I could use Seoul too... but you get the idea)

I've been turning this one over in my head for a little while because I wasn't 100% sure how to approach it. I suppose this is in the "extras" category unless you're making up a city from scratch or something of that sort because you are doing an Urban Fantasy. But I think including small things from this list can give your places "flavor" It's on my list of villages/cities, but this loosely goes over how to think of items. And maybe inject a little psychology in the mix—design of spaces 100% can affect how people act and think in a space which was pointed out to me by my Cultural Geography Prof.

Why think about this at all you might wonder. Because design of buildings, design of streets can influence things like the spread of disease, poverty, access to jobs, internal economics, and in some cases it 100% can influence your access to health, education, and ability towards upward mobility which recent studies are showing. When it affects long term health outcomes, then it's worth thinking about, not just in basic OMG, Asbestos, but things like how traffic is thought of and controlled, noise pollution, and where the road and how busy the roads are. When the quality and type of materials can affect things like plague prevention, then yeah, maybe it is worth thinking a tiny bit about if your characters spend an inordinate amount of time there.

Officially, never took a class on this, but I did link to professors in this section. Also, kinda piggybacking on my relatives. My grandparents studied architecture and often talked about it historically. And then my cousin and some family friends are architects, so kinda asked questions over the years. It's come up in passing in other classes, so using that info and compiling a "where to look" type of thing.

Urban Development Keyterms

City Planning

Development

Grids

Cul-de-sacs

Food Deserts

Food Swamp

Parks

Public Works

Economics

Walkability

Street Planning

Bike paths/transportation paths

Green areas

Water

Resources

Districting v. Zoning

redlining

transportation—public v. private and parking lots

urban renewal

community development/community outreach

slums

vacancy

commute times

city heat maps

Youtube Channels to check out:

City Beautiful- Covers a variety of cities from different regions and break it down with lingo and tells why it became that way and why it might be right/wrong.

A good video to understand how roads/cars destroyed things in the US comes from him:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNHlbk4IX6A&ab_channel=CityBeautiful

He goes over urban development from the 1900's-ish to the present and how that shaped US cities. This video goes over easy-to-access additional sources.

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He's a professor and a professional designer, so reliable source.

Some say Not Just Bikes, but I'm 50/50 since most of the time he compares one city to the rest of the world and usually sticks to Europe/US/CAN.

Also look at this one:

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Clear contrast, right? But notice it gives you the psychology and reasons why with the environment they are building on with the city ordinaces, which is why I think this topic is worth thinking about a bit when it comes to writing.

City Planning

The panning of a city, village or town on where to place things. This may include ordinances about style of homes, public goods, businesses, etc. Basically what this section is about.

This can influence things like the spread of disease, access to food, poverty, transportation, public works (Water electricity, gas, etc), parks, libraries, etc. You can make it better or worse depending on how you plan your city landscape. An Example of how city planning influences disease is here:

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City Ordinances such as quarantine, the ability to enforce it, how housing is built or not built, etc definitely has an influence as shown in the doc. Requiring

Lime plaster walls prevented disease and that all buildings be White washed is definitely something a city ordinance can do.

Salt peter (potassium Nitrate), amber, brimstone (sulfur), juniper, as a way to fight it is also a part of something the city can pass.

Not everything is in the control of the larger government, so creating the government landscape for this can add flavor to your world. How much control does your city have or not have compared to the rest of the country?

Development

Refers to how the city plans to do works and expand or slow growth. Often "Urban Development" and City Planning are said to be synonymous, but it's not quite the same thing. Urban development refers to the actual building one may or may not do and one may or may not have permission of the community.

That's why often people do community outreach these days by surveying the local population, asking what they think, and try to improve the area.

For example, time the walk man to allow pedestrians to go first would be city planning, but not necessarily Urban development.

Finding out there are a high number of deaths along a strip of road and finding ways to slow down the traffic may be both Urban development and City Planning.

Telling people to not build more Cul-De-Sacs and restricting them might be City Planning and Urban Development.

Objecting to a 2000 floor sky scraper because it blocks your lawn from getting any sun would be anti-Urban development, but it might lower your property values to have a dead lawn.

Complaining because a building's reflective surface raises your air conditioning bill... Someone didn't think carefully about Urban Development, but it might not fall directly under city planning since it's between individuals, not about zoning, etc. (This did happen with the Disney Music Hall in Downtown Los Angeles).

Grids

Power Grid, Water grid, but also Streets. Often cities and villages are built this way to make it easier to navigate.

Famously, NYC, (Parts of Los Angeles) Washington DC. Kinda Seoul, but this is iffy because the building pattern is different... there are more back alleys in Seoul, Tokyo... maybe? (It's designed more like HK/Seoul from what I remember, and some streets are not driveable.

Boston is a mess. Hong Kong, I kinda remember them doing this.

I remember London as being kinda a mess. But thinking about how easy your town, village, city is to navigate might be something to play with. To grid or not to grid.

Cul-de-sacs

I hate them, they usually are associated particularly in the US and Canada, etc with HOAs, manufactured terrible looking houses, and low walkability.

Here is an article with the problem with them: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2011-09-19/the-problem-with-cul-de-sac-design

Because of their design they are not easy to get in and out of and are notorious for car accidents and fatalities

https://www.forbes.com/sites/sap/2012/04/09/the-curse-of-the-cul-de-sac/

However, they often are the setting for posh people who want to have closed communities away from the dirty low-income people.

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This covers the problem with Suburb and how they are planned within the US. It gives you a dynamic understanding of street planning, city design and districting and zoning.

BTW, HOAs are evil. Especially corporate ones. Especially ones that force you to grow grass which creates undue pollution.

Food and Access to Food

Basically make sure a neighborhood has no access to food (Food desert) or if they do have food, it's Fast food only.

You can make it better by allowing people to plant the community strip with food, or making public access places into food havens. Like Public parks, community lots, or building public spaces, in general. The original vision for a mall was supposed to be a community center/hub, not corporate magnet, but it rather failed.

Vertical gardens, as the article points out, and make them community run.

Often these resources are private or in higher income areas. My own city, BTW, put all the fruit trees into rich neighborhoods, while keeping the low income areas mostly with poisonous plants in public spaces.

Fruit trees BTW, are messy and take more public works to maintain as they need to be pruned every year plus they litter and collect bugs more often. But I think this could be fixed with community outreach, education, etc which usually the government isn't willing to fund for poorer areas which are also not good tourist spots, s you can see the vicious cycle unfold here.

It's worth thinking on, though since there are edible plants that don't attract a world of pain to upkeep. (That's for you to research, not for me to list otherwise we'd be here all day with locations, etc).

What would a city with all public plants must be edible look like?

Public Works

Despite what many Far right people think, having some socialism is good.

It gives you water, power, sidewalks to walk on, streets, tree maintenance, parks, libraries, community centers, and so on.

These are government maintained by taxes. Oooo... Socialism.

Parks in particular, how far they are spaced and how they are maintained, and what kinds of activities they do or do not have can alter the mobility of a neighborhood's psychology drastically.

Is the park filled with food resources? Is the park green? Is the park gated? Not gated? Are certain people allowed or not allowed? Is there water there or not? Is it visible from the road easily? Is it accessible only during certain hours? Is there a community center in the park?

Green spaces designated for such can improve small things like mental health and well being for the residents in the area. Activities can also help people not fall into crime. Rec centers and community centers are often credited for lowering crime. If they don't step up and schools don't step up, often it's left to religious community members in poorer areas to motivate away from those activities. But the lack of them, often means more traffic, and absolutely more stress.

Small things like Libraries, when well-stocked can help with upward mobility. If the elite restrict university books at the public library that can heavily influence if the average person can get ahead.

Who owns the public works, like police, Fire fighters, Education, health care, can heavily influence the well being of a population. IF prisons are more profit-motivated, what does that mean for the community it serves? How will it treat its prisoners?

These are things that citizens should be theoretically aware of and also, it's useful for when you're creating a town/a village/city. The dump, might not have Fire fighters and maybe increased police stations instead. No medical hospitals nearby. There are no parks. There is no public transportation without walking for a mile, and people are cramped on each other. How do you think that will influence the well-being of your character?

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He also covers architecture topics. But this one covers how to control (or not control) water. Thus is might be useful to city planning and water works.

Economics

Yeah, so the design of your city can influence upward mobility. If more public spaces are green and beautiful and accessible to the public, (BTW, with less cars. More Cars==parking lots, parking garages, more freeways, more traffic, more pollution, more noise pollution, more stress.), and more resources given in terms of nutrition, education etc, then there is more upward mobility.

100% one could manage to destroy a neighborhood to make it eventually low income—destroy a church or two, split it with a busy road, refuse to build a park, don't fund the schools properly (AKA school vouchers), institute a strict government curriculum that strips out art/gym programs (Say No Child Left Behind),

Walkability

This includes how close or far amendities are and how easy it is to navigte your neighborhood without accident, injury, or other problems. Can you bike it with little trouble? Are there cool spots when it's oppressively hot? How are the streets arranged? How are traffic lights regulated? Are there pedestrian only walkways and streets?

The varies by climate which is why I told you a million times already, have a map so you know where your town/city/village strangely named location is. If it's a city in the sky, you still need to know climate because this will influence this Walkability.

There's a place nearby where there were a lot of deaths and accidents, so the city did a survey of the local residents and asked questions. They needed to slow the traffic and slow the amount of deaths. So what they did was install different traffic lights so the pedestrians go first. (White man shows up before the light changes). And then they added bike lanes which slowed traffic for that stretch. This upped the walkabilty for the neighborhood, less dying.

Sometimes it's that subtle—bike lane, bus lane, driving lane. Or sometimes it's better public transportation which reduces the number of cars on the road. Or sometimes it's as subtle as creating nice shade spots by planting a bunch of trees so there is shade in the winter. Basically, walkability makes the place more pleasant to live in and walk in.

I gave some cities to look at for this below to shake things up for you.

Seoul for tunnels, Japanese for private streets and back alleys where cars don't fit. Los Angeles has one of the worst scores in the world. I'd also examine Europe--particularly Paris and the Netherlands.

Street Planning

Bike paths/transportation paths

Green areas

Water

Resources

Districting v. Zoning

redlining

transportation—public v. private and parking lots

urban renewal

community development/community outreach

slums

vacancy

commute times

city heat maps

Food Deserts

Food Swamp

Parks

Public Works

Economics

Walkability

Street Planning

Bike paths/transportation paths

Green areas

Water

Resources

Districting v. Zoning

redlining

transportation—public v. private and parking lots

urban renewal

community development/community outreach

slums

vacancy

commute times

city heat maps

Resources to help draw your own:

Google Earth

CityCAD (Windows only and not free)

City Skylines (Not free and a Game)—beware of time suck rabbit holes

SIM City 2000 5.99 (From EA)/Free, https://playclassic.games/games/city-building-dos-games-online/play-simcity-2000-online/- Time Suck of a few hours.

CityEngine- over 2,000 USD. O.o; Why are you writing books then? Borrow from a city planner friend and then you don't need this tutorial.

Modelur- 150 Euros per month, works with Sketch up. First month is free. If you do go free, don't forget to cancel.

3D Cityplanner ~10 Euros a month Educational. ~60 Euros professional. Limit of 10 projects.

Cities to check out for best and worst?

Los Angeles, ranked one of the worst for traffic. No one likes to hear that their cars contribute to homelessness, but it's true. It's really terrible for walkability.

San Fran is one of the worst for housing, but is also known to spend MILLIONS (not kidding) on anti-homelessness measures like spikes. Which still gets to me and is like WTF. You rather that, than actually build homes for homeless people?

Seoul-the underground tunnel system is really cool and the subways are often ranked one of the best. Also, I'd check out the foot cart system. Marginally, for me, beat out HK and Tokyo. Though the open air markets of HK are more impressive in terms of sheer amount of goods being sold.

Tokyo- One of the most confusing subway systems such that there are otaku who memorize lines and have "favorites" (Not kidding there are train otaku for this and people who live there are confused).

Chinese rail system is also impressive (HK, granted). I liked the motorized walkways in HK. It's worth looking at.

France- I personally liked the cafe culture the best and the indoor-outdoor spaces.

Courtyard and planted courtyard—so many to choose from but general Mediterranean is a good place to start and also most North African and Middle Eastern.

Gardens/Parks- Spoiled for choice here. My favorite are English Gardens, Japanese, Chinese and Korean. The water use on particularly Japanese and Korean are my personal favorites. Japanese makes running water look effortless. But Chinese plantings are also impressive. I honestly thought I'd be more impressed with French Gardens... ^^ But this is my personal preference. I did like the French Fairy Gardens to be fair. Italian were meh for me. lol I'm going to get some hate.

The planted parks of Dubai are also impressive, but I heard that the financing for these proposed projects are often not vetted. However, I kinda like that concept. (Ted talk, IIRC).

Hong Kong is worth studying for the strict districting and layout of the city. The Commercial center is all one way, the residential is broken up another way, and how it's grouped and thought of is worth thinking about, plus the bridge to China's mainland where they designed the bridge to switch between left and right driving is quite a feat.

City Park Design

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You could also go for a concrete park, though this kinda defeats the purpose, but it would be a way to emphasize how oppressive it is, especially if you take out communal activities and green settings. It would also be oppressively hot as stone absorbs more heat than green spaces. If you do a concrete Park, consider making it white, not Black due to heat maps.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79VUAFq2rbg&ab_channel=AndrewMillison

This video talks about how to design a green area from a desert. His whole channel pretty much covers the basics of how to do this with various world examples. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jl2Ma_heuLA&ab_channel=ExploringAlternatives

This video explains the basics of Permaculture. I should note that Asian and Indigenous garden design often does the same thing and predates Permaculture. (Probably other areas of the world as well, but I haven't learned them fully).

The point is, if you plant a park well, then it won't need weeding. If you plant it poorly, you'll constantly need to have people clean it up for you.

Architecture

Who is earning just above minimum wage and can live in an apartment like in Friends? What if they did portray the characters as truly poor and like how it would have been in NYC at the time period? Leaky pipes, problems with landlords, bug issues, rat issues, the apartment is cramped and small... would that change the show? Would that change how you feel about the characters?

Thus planning the space your characters live in will help you keep your rooms from drifting, but also help you think about how they interact with space, which is subtle to the reader, but builds the character that little bit more.

Architecture keyterms

articulation

Building permits

"Scheduled" Monuments/Listed

Zoning (again)

Foundations

Passive Solar

More definitions here:

https://global-exam.com/blog/en/english-vocabulary-architecture-vocabulary-list-top-100-common-words-used/

building ordinances

For example, you can dictate how many windows a building can or can't have, how many kitchens are allowed for a building based on certain restrictions/types, etc.

Resources to help draw your own Houses:

SIMS (1-4) Note that there are limited features and it's an expensive game

Sketchup- Steep learning curve, can get for free or pay a license to get bigger features. Major time suck, but will give you the outline of buildings https://id.trimble.com/ui/sign_in.html?

Blender- Free, but might take some time to learn. https://www.blender.org/

Graph Paper programs online are often free and allow you to layer.

GIMP doesn't really do 3D, but is also free so you can layer and draw a basic layout. https://www.gimp.org/downloads/

Affinity: If you want a Photoshop alternative you pay for one time. Don't buy monthly subscription models. It's guaranteed to make the program worse. Graph paper and pen is low cost.

Passive Solar

Most of Feng Shui, despite what people think is practical advice and passive solar. (If you take out the Kua Number type of thing). A lot of people think it's funny things that Asians do, but if you look over the list and compare it to contemporary science and historical design of buildings, a lot of it ends up matching up. It's only shrouded in extra mysticism.

Some of the basics of Passive solar are:

Green areas help with mental health. Including planted courtyards, planted rooftops, green plants in rooms as long as the plants don't Take over. Green areas tend to also cool temperatures and improve air quality.

BTW, pushing clover and wild flowers again as a great way to help the environment.

Water is a calming and cooling force.

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These are worth watching, but you'll understand now why so many Asian courtyards have water features.

Imagine you could set up a water system where the whole of your courtyard is a water fence in the summer. Of course supplying it would be enormously difficult, BUT if you could also make it a water filtering system somehow, wouldn't that be *cough* cool?

There's also an old European thing where they would purposefully wet the floor and the evaporation would cool the room.

Point the entrance or at least your biggest windows towards the Sun On Earth, All Northern Hemisphere houses point South, All Southern Hemisphere houses point north on windows.

More and more airtight insulation is best Many old buildings were built with mud brick (high insulation), stone (high insulation), adobe (AKA clay) also highy insulation. Generally the material should correlate to the surrounding area. The more insulation means the longer the place takes to warm or cool.

Double glazed windows as well.

Under floor heating (stealing form Koreans here... but then later claiming it's not).

Hot air rises. Done. AKA work with nature rather than Against it (a lot of victorian houses were like this).

Central Air conditioning through ducts from the ceiling of the room. Cool air is heavier and thus falls.

Passageways cool air. So corridors are good as long as there is cross ventilation and ways to connect them to rooms. See here:

tunnels

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BTW, in the 1980's-ish they used to connect hallways with glass windows above entrances in apartments, but they took it out because the glass would break in fires. But if you're clever, you could think that the futuristic apartment building/highrise you create might have something that connects to a cooler hallway.

Skylights help regulate heat.

Obviously, heat rises. So if the heat is allowed to rise during the night, it can cool the building. Visually, too, it can help people be able to see the sky, which can also give a calming effect, especially in buildings that need to be industrial.

Ceiling fans help regulate room temps.

This one is a bit more complicated to explain physics-wise, but if you're that interested, look it up.

The color of your roof matters.

In cooler climbs, the roof tends to be darker. In warmer climbs, the roof tends t be lighter in color. I witnessed this in Japan and Korea. Darker colors absorb more light and heat than lighter colors.

Green roofs

Purposefully making your roof of moss or of plants can also naturally cool the building as the plants provide shade. However, the cost does go up when you are supporting plants because you need systems of run off, etc , but it is worth considering if you want to build your city this way:

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Green areas in General

Green courtyards, green rooms (as in has plants) can help with the mental well being of people, which is why hospitals often have this.

Bad Ideas you might have seen, but don't know are bad

Do not recycle Rebar

If you do this in a story, engineers will laugh at you.

To get up the tensile strength, it would have to be melted down again and reformed again into rebar. Simply straightening it is not enough to get back tensile strength.

Side Notes:

Autistic people (also people with CPTSD) really like curves, but they are exceptionally hard to build well. You'll hear architects and builders groan over curves because of the technical difficulty. But curves also make wheelchair accessibility difficult. So yeah, gotta think about this too. (That said, seeing someone rip out a curved staircase makes me cry.)

Thinking about government growing programs where landed people can volunteer to give up any food they grow in excess to the city would be something positive to think about. Maybe the government would even pay for it. (I know, "evil" socialism.)

Books and further resources

Castle by David Macaulay is really accessible and will give you format of castles. (All his books for kids are really great for breaking down basics of architecture).

Universal Principles of Design, Revised and Updated: 125 Ways to Enhance Usability, Influence Perception, Increase Appeal, Make Better Design Decisions, and Teach through Design Flexibound by William Lidwell (Author), Kritina Holden (Author), Jill Butler (Author)

Architectural Digest (Has a free Youtube Channel)

The Design of Everyday Things: Revised and Expanded Edition Kindle Edition by Donald A. Norman

Conclusion

As I said at the top, the setting helps build the psychology of the character very quickly. A messy character like Nodmae, tells you a lot of the character in a short amount of time. Yet the piano at the center of it, tells you what she really values.

Likewise, if you want to make the reader and character boxed in, what better way than shifting their total surroundings so there is dirt, noise, air pollution, not enough green plants, the plants that do exist are poisonous and the heat from the materials used is not conducive to passive solar. The plants that are around are against the climate, so it's dead, and people are living in a food desert.

But building up little details along the way about these types of things where the nearest restaurant in walkable distance is McDonalds, can make the story feel closed in and claustrophobic.

Setting definitely influences things like health outcomes, suicide rates, violence, etc. So I say exploit it to its fullest and put some thinking into it. How does your character feel about where they live?

But you could also imagine a Utopia city where people share their harvests, food and green areas are all over the place. Where poorer areas are as lush as the rich areas as well. And I think these small little things can really enhance your story or at least give you a checklist of things to think about when you shape it for stories that don't feature made up towns. Maybe even making you more aware of the places you visit and live in and how to truly respect it and maybe do little things to help with poverty around you.

#Youtube #worldbuilding #Urban planning #city planning

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