#but that's just me coming at it from a 'writes fic' perspective. i can & will enjoy seeing roope & wyatt w whoever if it's out there
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hi! Ive been reading ur fics for a while and i love them sm and hope ur enjoying ur break!
I was wondering if u could write about giyuu apologizing after an arguement?
once again i absolutely love ur fics lol đ
Apologies
Giyuu apologising after an argumentâ how does he do it?
Pairing: married!Giyuu x gn!married!reader
âWhy canât you just talk to me? I feel like Iâm the only one trying here!â
You immediately regretted those words the second they left your mouth. Washing out your mouth with soap wonât wash that expression of your husband from your face, him staring at you in both disbelief and deep guilt. Giyuu knows that he can come off as cold or even uncaring, even to you. Itâs never intentional but rather a terrible habit he seemingly canât get rid off and it keeps forcing him to push people away from him. Thatâs why it may seem he doesnât try hard enough to express his thoughts, his feelings.
Despite knowing that you will be understanding and listen to his worries, hold him while you kiss his face until he finally smiles again, all those fears and thoughts that dwell on horrific events he experiences on a daily gone in mere seconds.
So, who should apologise first? Giyuu, or you?
Since your husband left your house after the argument, probably wanting to take a walk or get some fresh air, you had time to think about what to do to apologise to him. Directly talking to him might scare him off and result into him being too intimidated to answer or scurry off to hide somewhere else to avoid you altogether. A letter could work, right?
Composing and thinking about every word, every sentence helped you sort your thoughts out and properly speak about the argument from your perspective while also staying respectful to his own view of the issues. You just hoped that your crow was awake to deliver a letter to your husband. If not, youâll leave it in your bedroom for your husband to find and read quietly while you waited on him somewhere else.
But before you could prepare a method for Giyuu receiving your letter, Kanzaburo, your husbandâs elderly crow, weakly called out to you and ruffled his feathers while resting on your windowsill. A letter was secured around his neck. Gently, you took the bird and put it to rest on your lap, giving him well-deserved scratches while gently unravelling the letter from his neck. It was written by Giyuu, obviously, but before you could read, the door to the room opened and your husband stood in the doorframe, staring down at you in surprise. He eyed you, then the letter in your hands.
âHave you.. read it?â
âNo, Kanzaburo just delivered it.â
âAh.â
You could see the gears shifting inside his mind. He probably overestimated the senior crow and thought the letter would be delivered faster. You scratched the crows head and glanced back to the paper in your hand.
âShould I read it? Or do you want to say everything you wrote down to me personally?â
Giyuu silently averted his eyes, his shoulders sagging and a small frown spreading on his face. He was avoiding to look into your eyes.
âNo. Iâll be in the bedroom.â
You watched your husband slowly close the door, leaving you alone with his elder companion. While the crow was contently preparing to nap on your lap, you opened the letter.
Ëâ§âââșËłàŒ
My dearest,
I am sorry. I know Iâve caused arguments again and again because of my silence and my behaviour over all. You feel like youâre the only one trying in this relationship and Iâm sorry for that. I thought that if I stayed silent it would be easier for the both of us but that is clearly not the case. I shouldâve realised much sooner, but instead I am only doing it now.
I am just too scared to scare you off with my problems and issues since you have your own, just like everyone else does. You are important to me so you always are my priority. My thoughts and feelings can wait, so I stay quiet.
You deserve better than the way I am treating you, you deserve so, so much better. Youâve been patient with me, you stayed with me for so long, through good and bad times. I donât deserve your love.
I want to do better and I will. Please have a little more patience with me. Please.
I love you, I am sorry that I havenât said it enough times. I am sorry if you donât believe me.
Yours forever,
Tomioka Giyuu.
Ëâ§âââșËłàŒ
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Fandom Wrapped (Reader Edition) 2024!
Thanks to the wonderful @kattyelf for creating this template! Links and detailed reviews under the cut.
Disclaimer: I probably read hundreds of SxF fics in the past year, and it was not easy to choose which ones to put in the list above (or below)! This fandom is full of wonderful, friendly creators and I am so glad to be part of it. I also had to narrow it down to only the ones I read and reread in 2024, not 2022 or 2023. Finally...I also happened to read many good fics only once. Sometimes a fic is just too painful or sad to reread, especially if it's not finished.
Favorite fic and author: After peace by @unhappy-sometimes!
I could gush about unso for a whole post and not be done, but I will try to contain myself. Her fic After peace originated from an AU comic she drew where Twilight was forced to retire early due a major injury, and drifted aimlessly until WISE asked him to take care of an orphan they had rescued from Project Apple. There are several things that amazed me about this fic and cemented it in first place for 2024:
The premise. It was original and so full of potential.
How personal Twilight's journey felt to me. I didn't have a life-threatening injury, but I did put my career on hiatus in the past year and have often struggled with questions of -- what am I worth when I'm not "doing" anything? I was so used to going 150% in the rat race and coming out on top at great personal cost to health and family; even if all that was bad, how else can I get that sense of accomplishment? How can I stop wanting that sense of accomplishment?
Her style, which is both vivid AND concise. The fic was around 22K words if I remember correctly, with a well-constructed plot, character arcs, plenty of emotional beats, and a satisfying resolution. I often wonder if my writing is too verbose and when I see something like After peace, it challenges me to do better.
THIS WAS UNSO'S FIRST FIC EVER. THE HELL. It's like a freshman album that gets put up for a Grammy.
Fic(s) I reread (plus runners-up):
That Time Yor Seriously Thought About Leaving by peonydee: This is a WIP with one more chapter before completion, I believe. Peonydee's style is unique in how it's hard-hitting and disarming at the same time. Yor and Twilight find themselves in impossible situations, their relationship tested to the limit (and one of them in a close brush with death), yet there's still an undercurrent of wry humor, almost fatalistic due to the fact both of them have been steeped in death and dirty work for decades, yet still hopeful and reaching for each other. I also cackle every time she makes Twilight go off on a mansplaining tangent without ever using the term outright. A masterpiece of show not tell.
Is It Really All Right? by zyzy1083: This one is tender. A jealous!Loid fic with a fascinating portrayal of Loid from Yor's perspective. The imagery of a dark sea choking down any true thought or emotion from breaking for air will stay with me for a long time. There's also the fact she basically made up lyrics for an indie song as part of the plot and I had to ask whether it was a real song. Finally, there's the fact she was bold enough to portray Loid as less than a perfect, kind, smiley husband toward Yor, but in a believable way. He snaps at Yor at times. He loses his patience. It feels like a real relationship, in the awkward tension when one partner wants to talk and the other absolutely does not want to talk. I admire that courage and wish more authors would take that risk (calling myself out I guess!).
Green-eyed Monster by bigbruja: another jealous!Loid fic that's lighthearted and fun. This is a comfort reread. I enjoy seeing Loid recognize the threat of a supposed "old friend" of Yor's, questioning his own feelings and how far he needs to go to fend this guy off. The guy is a Garden assassin, unbeknownst to him. I also love Yor's own inner struggle of just wanting everyone to get along, but showing steel when she needs to.
dalliance by rosetintednerdglasses: this is a WIP, but it is HILARIOUS and I hope everyone will go encourage this author to pick this fic back up when they have a chance. TLDR, Twilight (in disguise) is sent on a joint mission with Thorn Princess and flips out internally when he sees it's Yor. Handler then orders him to ensure Thorn Princess continues to cooperate. So as Twilight, he has to sort-of honey trap Thorn Princess, while as Loid he has to keep Yor happy. Poor Yor believes she's torn between two different men and close to cheating on Loid! Situational hilarity all over the place, and fun world-building, like this other WISE agent randomly named "Steel Bunny" (LOL).
Not According to Plan by @kyrathel: love you girl! This is a gift fic for me, but that's not the reason I reread it (even though it's a WIP as well!). It's SO FUNNY. Twilight gets it in his overly anxious head that he MUST defend his wife from the bullies at City Hall, so what does he do? HE INFILTRATES CITY HALL AS A NEW FEMALE HIRE. The world absolutely needs more petty!Twilight! The latest chapter features laxative brownies. Enough said.
Let's start living dangerously by @beannoss: I specifically reread the later parts when dumb Twilight gets over his dumbness and finally talks to Yor! And they kiss again! I love the way huhwaku (beannoss) portrays overthinking Twilight AND overthinking Yor. And also, the simplicity of Yor at the same time. The voice she uses for both of them is refreshing, it really puts you in the mindset of the character. Yor's giggles ("teehee!") as she teases Twilight about his little perfectionist habits are a cute touch to a gentle, heartwarming fic about these two highly competent professionals just starting to take baby steps in how to be competent at a relationship.
Fic that made me emotional:
100% Perfect by @sometimesiship. Where do I begin? How about with the gut aversion I initially had to the premise of a futuristic AI dating bot AU, due to all the tragic, dark AI movies I have watched? But as it neared completion, someone convinced me to give it a try and I AM SO GLAD I DID. You can see my gushing comments in almost every chapter. The development of the relationship between human Yor and AI Loid is so natural, funny at times, poignant always, and beautifully written, even though from an objective standpoint not much exciting stuff happens (I mean canon-typical excitement like murders and spy missions). Sometimesiship has a way of describing emotion that is so raw -- she can portray the same emotion a dozen different ways with analogies and setups and dialogue and whatever -- and it still doesn't feel old. And the emotion that dominated the second half of the story was grief. Basically the grief of loving someone you know you're going to lose. Like being the spouse of a terminal cancer patient. I didn't cry while reading, but it was a closer call than I have had in a VERY long time. So much beauty and humanity in this story. And spoiler (?), it's a happy ending. So I hope you all go check it out!
That's a wrap! If you read this far, stay tuned for a Writer version of Fandom Wrapped 2024!
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âHello! You there, in the cot. I know youâre feeling sleepy, but I wonder if youâd mind taking a brief survey. Iâm sure it will make you feel right as rain. Five questions.â
Thereâs a crackling over the speaker. Or maybe itâs in his head. Everything feels at once itchy and gloopy. He tries to sit up as the speaker fizzes, thereâs mumbling on the other side but itâs indistinguishable as language.
âWhere am I?â The man asks, pushing up from the bare cot, looking around the room which seems to be made up of concrete walls and little else.
âClose, the first question is actually: who are you?â
Where was it coming from? The voice seemed to echo off all of the walls, its source at the moment unknowable. The man jumps off the cot, barely that - itâs only some green canvas stretched over a metal frame, an intense prickling filling his brain and sinking down his spine. What was that called? Anxiety. This wasnât right.
âWhat is this place, where am I?â He asks again, pacing the room. Thereâs one exit. A metal door set into the concrete walls. Beside it a black panel with dozens of tiny holes. The speaker. Beside the cot he woke up on thereâs a chair made of metal. Florescent lights beam from the ceiling causing the man to squint as he zeros in on the speaker grill. He nearly trips over his feet reaching for the door. He tries the handle, it doesnât budge. He pulls. Nothing. Pushes. More of the same. Not even any give in the hinges or lock. Whatever was holding it in place wasnât something he could get past.
âWho are you?â
Calm down, breathe. The man tries to order his thoughts into rationality, fighting the building rage and stress that's filling his entire body. Find out what they want, if you can give it to them then you may make it out alive. If you canât⊠convince them you can. The man analyses the voice. Young, most likely male, tone what could be called chipper. It doesnât seem threatening, or deceptive. Still best to be cautious.
âWho are you?â The voice comes once more, some of the cheerful edge is dulled this time, like it expected an answer by now and doesnât know why itâs not getting a response. Like turning on the radio and expecting a song but only getting static when everything seems to be in working order.
Play along for now, the man thinks. He goes to answer, only to find out he canât. Nothingâs physically stopping him, thereâs air in his lungs and his lips are free to move. But he canât answer. The simplest of questions, he reaches for the information in his brain and itâs just- gone. He clamps his jaw shut, teeth clicking together. His veins turn to ice.
What the hell is going on here.
âIf you canât answer, feel free to say unknown.â
He needs to get out. He needs to get to- Make sure- Is safe- Itâs his job to- Home is-
Thereâs only one way out of this room, built of concrete and smelling of freshly printed pages and antiseptic (how does he know that?) and itâs through that door. Whoever is talking through the speaker can open it. He picks up his hat and runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
âI donât know.â The man says, voice floating out of him like it doesnât even belong to him. Maybe it doesnât, how would he know?
âUnknown. Okay. Second question, in which US state or territory were you born?â He reaches for it. Nothing again. The ice in his veins spreads again, as the anxiety builds. His breath speeds up and his fists clench. He takes a step back from the door. Stay calm. He shakes his head. They must be watching him because the voice goes on.
âUnknown! Great.â Some of the chipperness has returned. He didnât notice the round black bump above the door before, like a beady eye staring him down. How does he know that itâs a camera? Heâs never seen one before, but he knows exactly what it is and what it does. The urge to run begins to overwhelm him the longer this goes on. His stomach twists with nausea. Commonly caused by motion sickness, intense pain, early pregnancy, food poisoning, various enteroviruses or in this case emotional distress.
âQuestion three, please name any US state or territory.â
âUh- I donât know⊠Delaware.â Delaware? Where did that come from? What else? Georgia. Iowa. Alaska.
âDelaware.â
New York, California, Virginia, New Mexico.
âQuestion four, what is Mr. Eaganâs favourite breakfast?â
Illinois, Rhode Island, Texas, Idaho. Thereâs another voice in the background, one he hasnât heard up until now. Itâs deeper, exasperated. God, he thinks it says. The chipper voice ignores it. So thereâs someone else there. Maybe someone higher up, someone in charge?
âI donât know who that is.â He reaches for the handle of the door again and jiggles it futilely. âMaybe we can have a conversation and you can tell me face to face.â
âIâd love to chat with you, after we finish the survey.â
He lets out a terse laugh, a smile tightening his lips - but not with amusement. The action feels familiar.
âAnd would you look at that, weâre on the final question! To the best of your memory, what is or was the colour of your motherâs eyes?â Does he even have a mother? He must. Everyone has a mother. The nausea threatens to take over and the man turns around looking for a bucket or a trash can. Thereâs nothing but the cot and the chair. He stumbles towards them.
âI donât remember.â
âUnknown! Wow!â
âWhat the hell is this?â
âUnknown, unknown, Delaware, unknown and unknown right?â
âLook if you donât tell me what the hell Iâm doing here I-â
The door swings open and out of it comes a kid who canât be older than 17, holding a clipboard and grinning behind large circular glasses.
âGee sir, you got a perfect score! And quicker than most too, that first question is usually what really trips people up but you done it just swell.â
#mash#fanfiction#severance#bj hunnicutt#radar o'reilly#ah okay so i know i did a poll and the creepy creature is winning but i just wanted to get a bit of this down so i dont forget#and yes if you didnt know the man in this is BJ#i can only write mash fic from his perspective for some reason idk hawkeye scares me lmao#this is i guess the first part of what would be the first chapter? idk maybe it will be nothing but enjoy it anyway#it would be eventual hunnihawk bc i cant not have a romantic angle but i think it would mostly be a bj character study in a severance au#anyway enjoy this bit and let me know if u want more#also if you have something that would work better for the mr eagan breakfast question#im gonna change that bit anyway i just couldnt come up with anything yet#mine
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hiiiii what are your top personal ships of choice for roope and wyatt?
hiiiii! like any person with eyes i see the appeal of roope with miro, or robo, or him with miro AND robo, etc. also i will probably at some point write more roboroope vampire fic because that was fun to me!! i think there's something fun in adding vampirism into their relationship, which is almost strictly a work thing; roboroope was Made for exploring the way intimacy blurs lines, because they so clearly have a brain connection & are so clearly uncomfortable when it's pointed out. they should top that off with blood drinking. i've wanted to go back & explore the potential there a little more since posting that first silly little vampire!roope fic.
i really wanted to get more time to explore roope's vibes w delly (rip) and will probably still end up doing that for at least one (1) fic at some point in the nearish future. i think a corefour (robo roope otter miro) fic at some point would be fun! also maybe just roopeotter, because the way that roope is always there when otter's at Peak Bitchy in net is so fun to me. otter swiping at an opposing player after a stoppage and ROOPE of all people coming in to white knight for him until miro shows up to actually help is so fun!! i know i've seen it happen more than once but take this one gifset of proof.
(sorry this has become less 'personal ships of choice' & more 'fic i want to write for roope.' sorry. but also. like. you get it.)
wyatt i DO actually have big personal ships of choice for!! obviously i love dellywyatt & will probably continue to write for them even with delly in san jose (rip) now because it is simply so narratively compelling to me, and just one 60k fic wasn't enough. i need to write more dellywyatt novels to feel complete, as a person. but also i really like wyatt's dynamic with harls!!! i have one fic for them in the active pipeline but i have ideas for more. oyb made those cheesy romance novel cover edits of the stars & i felt compelled to draw a mockup of a harlswyatt romance novel cover that i was going to post on its own until i decided i wanted to write dumb regency era fic for them to accompany it, so that will come At Some Point because i already have the cover art.
idk if i have any other more out there ships for wyatt. i know people have paired him up w any of the stars vets he's been mentored by which is fun! but mentor-mentee fic is Not So Much my vibe, usually. i've been doing a vibes collection for him & stank but that's a 'see where it goes' kind of thing rn, + also while i'm at it i think we'll see where mavloganwyatt takes us. etc etc etc.
#replies#rpf talk#also though like. again i realize i mostly answered this from a writing perspective but i'll read them in anything paired w anyone!!#i've written roopewyatt fic before even if they're not My Big Thing#and i've loved reading fic for them!!!#+ like i mentioned re: wyattjamie or wyattpavs fic.#i think i think of Personally Shipping Something as like ........ I Have Thought About And/Or Am Willing To Write Fic For That Pairing#but that's just me coming at it from a 'writes fic' perspective. i can & will enjoy seeing roope & wyatt w whoever if it's out there#OH also i know that cel's been doing a vibes collection for roopemiroharls which i shall also keep my eye on to see where it takes us#etc etc etc. again you get it sorry i've been so longwinded tonight
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"I stopped writing fic because no one engaged with it or came into my askbox to discuss it" and "I left emoji comments and sent an ask to a writer discussing their fic but never got a response even though they answer other asks" and "I get really nice comments but never know how to respond to them" are all fandom experiences that can coexist!
#it is so wild to see fandom engagement from different perspectives#one day ill see a post that says 'just comment anything! even if its emojis!'#and then right after ill see a post ranting about emoji comments#i get that it must suck *only* getting emoji comments and that readers need to engage more overall#but on the side of a reader (and im only one person#so my experience is not universal)#i try to leave in depth comments whenever i can. and i read a lot of fic. but sometimes an emoji comment/key smash is what i can give?#because im not eloquent enough to come up with super deep writing praise?#sometimes i read other in depth comments and im like 'ohhhh. woah. howd you see that in the writing???'#and sometimes when i do actually see stuff to be discussed and i do try to engage with authors i often dont get a response#which is fine. i am not entitled to a response#but it does make me less likely to engage again with that writer or writers in general#but that doesnt mean im not going to read their fic?#idk about other people. but fandom on a whole needs to be more accepting of 1. engaging with people who provide content#and 2. being okay with not getting responses#anyways#tb2a rambles
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sugar daddy au has me distraught b/c this trope is not usually my thing but im OBSSESSED with ur fic⊠literally reading the existing chapters over and over to hold myself over til the next one. i think its how u write their dynamic that just has a death grip on me like its so good
Believe me when I tell you that it's not usually my thing either. Like, AUs, meh, never been big on them but, like you said, it's the dynamic it's just so palpable like sink your teeth in and thrash around for hours...
I'm glad it's re-readable! That's nice to hear because I think once you (the audience) read Chapter 8, you might wanna go back and re-read Chapter 6...
Sooo.. 23.7k words. September 21, 4pm EST. (Sorry it's running late, but I think it will be worth the wait.)
Thanks for being an active reader! I give you this offering, ahead of time:
#sugar daddy au#dennis reynolds#cos the playlist thats why im tagging him cos i tried to make it very accurate..#but it is his sex playlist in this chapter 8#and the order of the playlist is very intentional. the length of the playlist is EXACT. know that...#also yes im being a little selfish giving you a date time for the update#but i want to be available when ppl are reading#bc i want you guys to COME TALK TO ME#pleaSE#theres. so much. in here#like so much... you could write me an entire play by play on your thoughts#theres. so fuckin much#again like yeah this is an au but goddamn if this isnt a deep dennis headdive#also Mac is just. very good from dennis' perspective#im gonna miss it...#which thats why its 23k words cos. i get two chapters in dennis' shoes im gonna TAKE EM.#ik whoever is still reading this is like christ you can type all this but you cant update the fuckin fic#soooooo true#do you want a spoiler or something#theres more baseball...#thats not a good spoiler?#cockwarming is being added to the fic tags#there ya go#night night... see everyone tomorrow
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nvm i forgot how long this actually is and we are literally halfway through...
i still have to write diluc, ayato, cyno and scaramouches routes, as well as finish off dains... on top of the scenes in between the bullet point routes...
#sophie talks : i accidentally stole the heroine's role and now the male leads won't leave me alone!#i think this is a fic for the summer KJHSLFD#but i reread what i had and hoo boy it just rekindled my love for this fic#now that ive come back to it months later i can look at and approach it from a diff perspective and aaa the ideas are ideaing đ„#anyway i still have to write for dukes diluc & ayato + gov official-kinda cyno + typical antagonist scara + leader of info guild dain#head in hands well done past sophie for writing as much as u did im so proud of me
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thinking about the one part in my Jarod fanfic that I literally haven't even written yet, but I have the image very clear in my mind, and I'm like dying over here bc I'm gonna use one of my favorite trope thingies and it'll probably be literally just briefly mentioned in a sentence or two but I am still going insane
#like#ughhhhwaaaaaaahhhhh#i love being the target audience of my very own writing#i love writing whatever i want#Jarod exists in two modes in my brain#hot creepy pathetic murderer that i want to kill me etc etc#and awkward dad who deserves so much therapy#the fic im writing is more about the dad angle#like its from a teens perspective so ofc its the sfw dad angle#and basically its just the bar scene but. more#and okay heres some spoilers#like for the favorite trope thingy#after you work at the bar and eat your meal you play pwong with jarod and then you go outside to continue your journey or go sleeb#and you find one of those cardboard beds and go there#and then Jarod comes over and is like. kid you cant sleep here :( follow me you can sleep in my Car#and okay heres the best part#some time later he accidentally wakes you up and you realize that he put his jacket on you like blankie#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#like someone putting their jacket or coat on someone as a show of silent affection is. its everything to me#like romantic love familial love platonic love. just love in general. shown by making sure the other person is warm and safe and comfortable#it makes me go insane#i need to finish that fic fr#im like right before that moment#and uts not even the end#but its like 2/3 into the story. maybe a lil further#ough#road 96#jarod road 96#bee buzz
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Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
Summary: the summer before you graduated college, Joel Miller became a regular at the bar you worked. he was perfect except one small problemâŠyou already have a boyfriend
Warning: 21+ (drinking), fluff, slight age gap (reader is in her early 20s and Joel is 30) smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, slight body worshipping, porn with plot
Word count: 5.2k
A/N: i did it! i finally wrote a fic to live up to my blog name! iâm so proud of this one yâall like omgâŠi love it, itâs so perfect. such a cute lil fluffy smut (â§âĄâŠ) ⥠also still canât get over the fact that people like my little hobby, so thank you for all the love! it only encourages me to write more. speaking of which, i have so many stories for the summer coming up, especially with tom blyth coming back as billy. i already have a few stories started so hopefully they will be out sooner rather then later. ok thatâs it i have nothing more to say. enjoy âŁïž
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It was your last summer before graduating college and being home made you want to cherish your last year even more. You were looking forward to it and ready to be done bartending so you could see your friends and have some real fun. Sure, this job made you a ton of cash, but being home was nothing in comparison to being with your college friends in a town totally catered to you and your fellow students. Although your hometown had its perks. At least it used to. Your longtime boyfriend had never left your hometown or went to college. He had instead opted for going into a trade and becoming an electrician.
Your relationship was strong at first, but every semester it became harder and harder to navigate. Time after time you had convinced yourself that he was still your best friend, but meeting new people in college and getting to experience the joys of youth on your own for the first time, had given you a lot of perspective. So every birthday, holiday, and summer, you felt like you were coming home to a completely different man. Yet you stayed with him because you really wanted to make it work and you told yourself you loved him. Yet something unexpected had happened. One evening at work, a group of men came in to watch the Rangers game. Thatâs when you first met him and thatâs the night Joel Miller would become a regular at your bar.
He was clearly older, at least thirty, but you couldnât help but practically gawk at him all night. And you couldnât help but think that Joel was eyeing you too. But you felt a wave of guilt overcome you. You knew you shouldnât feel like this. You knew you shouldnât be staring down another man like that but you couldnât help it. But his arms looked so strong, like he could carry you effortlessly. You couldnât help the way you smiled every time he would share a boisterous laugh with his friends. His own sweet smile drew you in and you noticed he had the cutest cheek nimble on top of it. From his big chiseled nose to his perfectly crafted jawline, he was an absolute Adonis. Just then another wave of guilt washed over you and you tried to shake away your feelings of disloyalty as you walked into the kitchen, putting their food order in.
As you walked out of the kitchen and brought them their next set of drinks, you tried not to look at him so much but itâs hard not to. Then he spoke up.
âHey darling? Could I get some more napkins when you get the chance?â
âYeah sure!â You scurried off and came back immediately
He smiled at you as he thanked you which made your heart flutter. As you made your way back to the kitchen, another server catches up to you.
âWhoâs the handsome cowboy at 13?â She asked
âOhâ you started âIâm not sure. Are you talking about the man in the white shirt?â You lied acting like she was talking about someone else
âGirl, donât play. I can see him undressing you right nowâ
You glanced over, and caught him smiling at you while he sipped his beer. You started to smile back, when the guilt hit you again and you turned back to your co-worker.
âOhâŠyeahâŠh-he is handsome yeahâŠbut not like Iâm interested.â You lied again
âOkaaay whatever you sayâŠâ she said unconvinced, rushing off to her table
Joel and his buddies left around 9 and you noticed that Joel leaves the biggest tip out of everyone. Around 10 oâ clock you clocked out and headed to your boyfriendâs house where you had planned on spending the night. Once you arrived, you walked straight into his room where he was playing some PC game. His back was towards you and he didnât notice you at first with his big headset on. You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. He startled and you jumped back.
âWoah! Hey! Your homeâ he remarked, clutching his chest, barely glancing at you âJesus you scared me.â
âClearlyâ you giggled
âGod donât sneak up on me like that. Could have cost me the gameâ he sighed, as he returned his full attention to the screen.
âWhat ya playing?
âCODâ he remarked dryly
âAre you gonna be finishing soon?â You inquired
âAhh probably not. I figured youâd be too tired to hang after your shift so I told the boys Iâd be on tonight.â
âI thought you said we would watch a movie after work tonight?â
âOh yeah, I mean I donât know I just kinda figured youâd want to go to bed when you got home. Plus you fall asleep to every movie we watch togetherâ
âYeahâ you sighed in disappointment, wanting to follow it up with âbut thatâs not the point.â You knew heâd get upset at you for pulling him away from his game. âI just want to cuddle you.â
âOk ok I got ya. Iâll be in bed soon, ok.â He said halfhearted, still not looking at you.
You changed into a pair of sweat shorts and an old shirt and got ready for bed. As you climb into bed you want to cry. And you questioned your guilt from tonight. Maybe it was because it had been a while since a man seemingly flirted with you that made you realize just how lousy your boyfriend has become. When was the last time he genuinely made you feel special? You fell asleep, but were woken up by small kisses on your neck, but your boyfriend began to move more aggressively, trusting and grinning his crotch against your ass. At that point youâre too tired for sex, and all you wanted was for him to hold you and care for you.
âMmm babe Iâm really tiredâ you whined
âI thought you wanted attention?â He asked, continuing his actions. You pushed away slightly but he continued, only pulling you closer against his chest.
âI do, just not like this. Not right now ok? I just want to sleep.â
He sighed, turning over
âSee this is why I donât want to do a movie with you. I knew you would be too tired.â
âThatâs notâŠâ you wanted to finish your sentence again and say âthatâs not fairâ but once again that would probably upset him and now he was annoyed with you so you donât want to push it. âI just want to sleep now ok.â
âOk. Itâs fine. Goodnight.â He huffed, falling asleep.
The next couple of shifts your mind is preoccupied by your newfound feelings about your relationship. Your boyfriend wasnât abusive by any means, but it was clear the relationship wasnât healthy anymore. Thatâs when the crying at work started. Mainly because you had just come from his house before each shift and every interaction with him pained you. The only thing that kept you from continuously calling off was Joel. Almost every shift around 5 oâclock he would come in, order a few beers, maybe something to eat, and chat it up with you.
By the third week, all your co-workers were teasing you about him. Whenever his truck would pull up in the parking lot, someone would come get you.
âYour cowboy is here!â Someone yelled out to you, stepping out of the kitchen. You left the servers station to greet him.
âHey Joel! Mich Ultra? You asked
âYou know it darling. How youâve been?â He smiled, causing you to practically melt into a puddle. You gathered yourself and smiled back at him.
âAbout the same as the last time you saw me.â
âAnd still as beautiful as ever.â He winked
âYou flatter me Mr. Miller. I bet Mrs. Miller is one special lady hmm?â You asked more or less trying to see if he was actually flirting with you or just being nice.
âShe would if there was one.â
âOh I thought you said you have a daughter?â You questioned more
âAnd a man canât be a single dad in this world? How sexist of youâ he chuckled sarcastically
You rolled your eyes at him and laughed along.
âI just thought such a handsome cowboy as yourself would have a beautiful gal to go home to.â
âI wishâŠâ he sighed, eyes giving you a once over
âSo where is she then? Your daughter? If not with her mom. You know we allowed kids in before 9 right?â
âYeah, she just has soccer practice at this time three days a week. I figured why not wait for her to be done and come see you since Iâm out and about.â He explained
âAinât you just a charmer.â Iâll get you that beer.â
You walk over to behind the bar and fetch Joel his beer.
âHeâs just all over youâ one of the bartenders remarked
âAnd he tips well too.â
âGee I wonder whyâ they smirked, giving you a look âhow does your boyfriend feel about him?â
âI mean heâs just a customer. They flirt all the time and who doesnât like the extra cash?â You started quickly
âMhmm sureâ they said
You walk back to him, bringing him his beer and continuing to chat with him. He ordered another beer then left to go pick up his daughter Sarah.
Now every time at work shift, it felt like an escape. It also felt like a fantastic secret that only you knew about. A fantasy being played out in real life. Joel was so charming.
Even though he was older, his youthful demeanor shone through. He was caring too. If he wasnât asking about you and your life, he was talking about his daughter. You could tell she was his world. He absolutely adored her, and you loved to listen to him go on and on about her. You didnât quite care what your co-workers would say or how your boss didnât like that you hovered around his table, sometimes neglecting your other ones.
But he couldnât complain too much given Joel was a respectful, paying customer. And a great tipper. And he would always leave a little note on his receipt. Nothing too flirtatious, just innocent enough to toe the line. This went on for a couple more weeks, your boyfriend none the wiser. Not like he was paying much attention to you anymore. Every note, you would take them and make sure to hide them when you got home. You stored them in your sock drawer and kept them secret like everything else about him. You still felt guilty though and realize that you need to end things with your boyfriend. Itâs harder than you thought and truthfully you donât know how to leave someone youâve cared about that much. And been with for so long. But talking to Joel made you realize what you needed. And what you wanted. And you wanted him. And something told you he wanted you too.
Then back at home, living with your boyfriend it was a totally different reality. He felt so disconnected from you, so indifferent. And the more you faded away from him the less you felt like you really loved him still. And he noticed you pulling away from him. One night, you came home and had kept another one of Joelâs receipts.
âSee you Wednesday :) Joelâ
You left your server book out on his bed, along with your purse and hopped into the shower without thinking. When you got out of the shower, your boyfriend was sitting on his gamer chair, nose deep in your server book. You froze and tightened the towel around you nervously.
âOh hey babe. When did you get home? I thought you and the boys were having a boys night? â
âWe decided to just get dinner instead. Whatâs this?â He asked, holding up the receipt.
âOh, just one of my regulars. Donât worry about it.â You giggled, trying to play it cool reaching for the book. He holds it back from you and stands up.
âWhoâs Joel?â
âMy regularâ you repeated
âOh yeah. I bet he tips you well hmm? Pays you lots of attention?â He asked accusatorily.
âI-heâŠheâs just a regular we get them all the time.â
âYeah, but you said he is one of YOUR regulars. Why yours? Why is he writing you notes?â
âHe-he just always sits in my section I donât know. Thatâs not too unusualâŠand a lot of customers write thank you notes and stuff I canât control them!â You insisted, readjusting your towel again
âYou expect me to believe that?â
You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
âWhy are you acting like this?â
âWell I donât need creepy men hitting on my girl at work.â He barked back
âHeâs not creepy and youâre being ridiculous.â
âOh then what is he?â
âHeâs just a customer!â You argued even though it was a lie
From that moment on, your boyfriend had grown highly suspicious of your relationship with him and Joel. Wednesday rolled around and Joel showed up again as expected. You nervously approached him as he sat down.
âWell hey their sugarâ he smiled
âHey Joelâ you replied, only giving him a half smile
He searched your face and could tell something is up.
âYou ok?â
âYeah, just life stuff. So Mich Ultra?â
He nodded and you walked off. His eyes followed you, watching you as you went to the bar. You came back and gave him his beer. You wanted to set it down and walk away, but Joelâs concerned eyes beckoned you to say.
âThinking about food?â You asked him
âMaybe. Iâm sorry doll, I donât mean to pry but if I did anything to put you off-â
âNo Joel of course itâs not you itâs justâŠrelationship issuesâ you huff
âSorry to hear that sugar. I hope yâall can work it outâ
âI hope soâ you sigh, knowing itâs a lie.
Just then your boyfriend storms into the bar. You donât notice him at first, but then you hear a set of heavy footsteps approaching towards you and you look up. Confused, you call out his name.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âCanât visit my girl at work anymore?â He asked glancing at Joel
âExcuse me.â You mumble to Joel, walking over to him and grabbing his hand. You lead him out of the building.
âWhat are you doing?!â You shouted
âIs that him? Is that Joel?â he sneered
âWhy do you care all of a sudden hmm? Youâve barely paid attention to me in the last few months. What happened to us?â You nearly sobbed.
He sighed and shook his head
âWhat do you want from me? I mean Iâm frustrated with you too if that helps. You have completely shut yourself off, donât tell me shit! Iâm upset too! Especially that I know youâre flaunting yourself around weirdo old men.â
âStop! Thatâs it, I can't do this anymore. Iâm so scared to tell you anything because of how you act when I share your feelings. When I come home, you ignore me and frankly it seems like you only give me affection when you want to fuck me!â
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, throwing his arms up.
âOh my god! You over exaggerate everything. Is this why youâre acting like an attention seeker? Because you think I donât pamper you?â
âUnbelievable. Pampering reallyâŠyou know what Iâm not arguing with you! Iâm done! Weâre done!â You shout and storm back into the back
âDone? Really like that? Four years done like that? Fine whatever, be that way, I know you donât mean it. Iâll see you at home.â And he storms off back to his car.
You wanted to cry as you stormed back into the bar, but you held yourself together.
You tried to hide your clearly upset face as you rushed back into the kitchen and into the back alley next to the dumpsters. Joel noticed and ran out of the bar looking for you. He searched around the building then he called out to you.
âHey. Whatâs wrong.â
You canât help it. One look at him, and you ran into his arms. He embraced you, holding you tight.
âHey my little fireflyâŠwhatâs wrong?â He asked, his sweet southern drawl falling like your tears.
âI loved him Joel⊠why do people stop loving you backâŠâ you sobbed
Joel gently stroked your hair, attempting to calm you down. It didnât feel strange to be held by him. You felt safe, and comfortable in his arms, despite barely knowing him or even having any interaction with him outside of work, that moment felt right.
âI donât know darling.â Joel sighed
You eventually gathered yourself and go back inside with him. Your boss thankfully didnât notice your absence. Joel returned to his table and you returned to your other patrons. After his beer, Joel left and you didnât really get a chance to see him leave. When you went to collect his tap you saw another note this time with his phone number and it read:
âGotta go get Sarah. Call me if you need to talkâ
Your heart dropped. He had finally given you his number and at the same time you still felt guilty. Even though you had, despite what your now ex-boyfriend thinks, finally ended your relationship. And here the opportunity was. Right in front of you. You look at the receipt, take it, fold it and immediately put it in your pocket to keep it safe. You clock out at ten and are all too eager to get into your car to call Joel. Once you do, you dial the number and it rings.
âHello?â
âHe-hey Joel itâs meâŠâ you uttered
âYou ok darling?â He asked sweetly
Maybe it was his voice, the question, or the fact that the weight of the burdens of your life seemed to have fallen apart around you, but you cried again. Letting it all out and at the same time feeling better than ever.
âHey hey heyâ Joel whispered âI just put Sarah to bedâŠwhy donât you come over here? We can talk ok?â
You nodded and sobbed.
âOkâŠâ
Joel texted you his address and you put it into your GPS. Itâs only about a ten minute drive to his house and when you pulled up, you nervously exit your vehicle. You walked up the front door and knocked quietly, not wanting to wake Sarah. A moment later, it swung open and Joelâs handsome face looked at yours with deep concern.
âCome on in.â
You nodded and walked into his home. As expected itâs much nicer than your boyfriends, but then again Joel is an actual adult, with a kid, and mortgage to pay off so it was to be slightly expected. It wasnât too fancy, just your standard suburban home. You walked over to the couch and Joel followed you.
âCan I get you something to drink?â
âHonestly I need something a little strong. Got any whiskey?â
He smiled ear to ear.
âYa betcha.â And he rushed off into his kitchen.
You made yourself comfortable and tried to relax as you looked around Joelâs living room. You curiously strode over to his bookshelf and read the titles. Lots of history books, a few fiction and then you noticed the framed photo of him and his daughter. You realize youâve never seen a photo of her, but sheâs just as beautiful as you could have imagined. You smiled and Joel caught you in your curiosity.
âSheâs been my little gem since day one. Just me and her. I donât think I ever told ya, but her mom left us soâŠâ he remarked.
You looked at him, smiled and nodded.
âSheâs beautiful, Joel. Youâre a great dad.â
Joel sat the glasses of whiskey down on the shelf and reached for your hand. You gasp slightly, look at where heâs touched you and then look up into his eyes. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
âYou asked me why people stop loving people back and ya know, I still donât have a good answer for that. I guess itâs because Iâve been asking myself the same thing for the last twelve years.â
âJoelâŠyouâre such a good manâŠâ you sighed, squeezing his hand.
âYouâre too kind darling.â He smiled
âNo really.â
You stared at him for a moment. His eyes searched your own looking for what he suspected you wanted from him. He cupped your face and he leaned in to kiss you. His lips fit perfectly against yours, like he was made for you. It was perfect and passionate. He was so gentle, yet you could feel how badly he had wanted this moment with you. He pulled back for a moment to make sure he hadnât crossed the line.
âGot a bedroom?â You smirked
Before you knew it, Joel was crawling on top of you and you took off your shirt. At the same time he was busy frantically kissing your neck and jaw. He tossed it off and Joel took a moment to admire your chest. He gasped and reached to grope your breasts. Your soft, perky mounds fit perfectly in his hand and he began to massage you. He was in utter awe of you. Almost overwhelmed that he was getting to have you like this. You stared back up at him, equally in awe at that moment.
His big brown eyes melted your heart and all your troubles melted too. Fuck your lousy ex. All you wanted and needed was Joel. He kissed you again as he continued to play with your breasts. You let out a few giggles that turned into harsh, sharp moans as he moved his mouth down your body.
âFuckâŠâ you whispered, the word dancing around the room.
As his lips trailed you, your body reacted, your hips bucked and you were practically squirming under him. When his mouth found your cleavage, you felt the heat in between your legs grow stronger.
He continued to kiss you, only breaking away to take off his own shirt. He was toned, his skin smooth and he was unbelievably broad. You couldnât help but admire the way his collar bone met his neckline. It was clean and sharp. You tried not to think of your ex, but in comparison he was not as fit as the gorgeous man in front of you. You placed your hands on his chest and felt his pecs, running your fingers down to his abdomen. You leaned up to kiss him again. His lips were so soft and addictive. You couldâve kissed him all night, but your desires beckoned for more. He held you up slightly and flipped you over. As he did he unhooked your bra and you let it fall off your chest. He tossed it on the ground and admired your bare chest for the first time.
âYouâre so gorgeous. â he uttered as your hair fell in front of you.
He pushed it out of the way and cupped your face. He pulled you back down to capture your mouth once again, lightly gripping the back of your neck. Your bare boobs pressed down against his chest, a feeling which you love. Skin on skin, the close intimacy and the feeling of being wanted more than just something to fuck. Thatâs how your ex had made you feel the last few months when you and him had sex, so being touched, cherished by Joel made your head spin. You werenât used to it and you could feel your body reacting to the unfamiliar sensations. Joel noticed.
âBaby, you ok?â
You blushed at the nickname, smiled and nodded.
âItâs just been some time since I felt like this.â
âWhenâs the last time he touched you?â
âI-I mean we would have sex once or twice a weekâŠâ
âWhen is the last time he really touched you though. Made you feel special?â
You simply stared at him speechless and tilted your head.
âYou know what, forget about him. Just focus on me. Let me make you feel good like you deserve.â
With that, he decided to be bold and reached for your mini skirt. He pulled it down past your hips and you lifted them up so he could pull it off you. He tossed it on the ground with your bra and his hands immediately moved to cup your ass. He squeezed the pillowy flesh as you moved your hips. You could feel him getting hard under you and you eagerly reached for his belt. His hands moved up to your waist, rocking you more. You undo his belt and he lifted up his hips to take off his pants. He slid them off along with his boxers, revealing his length. It was perfect. Just the right size, the mushroom tip red and swollen. Encouraged by his actions, you slide your panties off and you are both completely bare in front of each other.
He soaked the sight of your naked beauty in, eyes trailed over all your curves and edges. You were simply divine to him, a work of art. He runs his hands back up to your chest, briefly groping them, his eyes completely focused on your face. You grab his cock and began slowly stroking it. His mouth drops slightly as he watched you. He tilted his head back on the pillow briefly, before he looked back up to watch you. His breathing became ragged and you picked up your pace. You start to move on top of him, guiding his cock to your entrance, but he stops you.
âLet me get you wet.â He insisted, grabbing your hips and flipping you again. Immediately, he kissed down your body, worshiping you. âYouâre so perfect. If you were my girl Iâd never stop showing you how perfect you are.â He muttered in between kisses.
He kissed your inner thigh before he experimentally rubbed your clit. You gasped, your hips bucked in his face. He smirked at your reaction, loving how you responded to his touch. Taking that as a sign you wanted more, he gently kissed your slit. He gave you another one and another one until the little pecks of his lips turned into the sloppy mess of his tongue. It had been ages since a man had gone down on you like this. Your ex-never warmed you up beforehand anymore, too eager to satisfy his own desire and pleasure. Joel knew how to be a real man. His tongue and lips suck and rub at your core. He moved his head too, adding to the friction. You reached for his brown locks, desperately in need of something to hold onto. He hung onto your hips and he moved you against his face. He moaned against your core, eating you out like you were the most delicious meal of his life. He pulled back, out of breath and drunk in your juices.
âCould taste ya all day darling.â
You nodded as he inserted a finger in you, twisting it. He slowly pumped it into you, curling it up as he added another finger. He watched as your face scrunched up in pleasure. He sped his hand up, totally focused on getting you to finish.
âJoelâŠJoelâŠJoelâŠâ you chanted âGonna cumâ
He nodded and worked you a bit more until you tightened down around his digits. You came hard, the euphoria rushed through your body like a roller coaster.
âSo beautiful oh my god.â He praised, rubbing your thighs.
He crawled back up to you. He kissed you letting you taste yourself. You hadnât felt this kind of passion in a while, this intense feeling of intimacy.
âYou ready? He asked, slowly rubbing your clit again.
You nodded as he lined himself up with your slit. You felt as his cock pushed past your folds and stretched you out perfectly. You gasped and he kissed your cheek feather light. He cooed at you as he slid in, hitting the back of your cervix. You gasped, which turned into a raspy moan that floated from your lips. Joel cupped your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. You two shared in the silence of your pleasure for a moment, taking in how good the other felt. He moved, slow at first then he sped up. He felt so full inside you, and you lost yourself in the sensation of his length. You could have stayed like that all night, the steady motion of his cock pumping into you was pure bliss.
âDoes that feel good?â Joel inquired lovingly
âYes, please Joel I want more. I need more of you.â
Per your request, he gave you more, slightly giving into his own desires to want to ravish you. But given itâs your first time with him, Joel didnât want a sloppy, lustful encounter. Yet, he picked up his speed, his length now hitting the back of your walls at an almost brutal pace. Joel makes sure to keep checking in on you to make sure youâre okay or that it doesnât hurt too much. You panted and panted as he continued, gripping onto his waist with your legs, pushing him deeper into you. He moved a bit more then flipped over. You smiled at him, slightly out of breath.
âI want to see that beautiful body riding me. Is that ok?â
You nod enthusiastically, slowly starting to move your hips. Joelâs hands groped your ass, rocking you on him more. He sat up, pressed his lips firmly against yours and held you tight. You started to bounce on him which elicited a guttural moan from his lips. He moved his hand to your hips, looking up at you in awe.
How could anyone not treat you like the absolute treasure you are?
Joel thought and wondered to himself as he held you. He couldnât believe that your ex-boyfriend would neglect you. What a foolish man, but now he had you. In the exact moment he had imagined. He had you. He moved his hips in sync with yours. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, ecstasy, providing you escape. Your breath hitched as you feel his cock stiffen more inside you. He was close. You didnât want it to end but then again you had a feeling this wouldnât be your last encounter with Joel. A few last rocks of your hips and he was spent. He pulled you off him abruptly as he shot his load onto his stomach. You caught your breath, resting your forehead against his. You held his jaw in your hands, settling your hips.
âJoelâŠâ you whispered, the words ghosting over your lips.
âYes darling..â he whispered back
âY-you have no idea how much I wanted you like this.â
âI know. Me too, but not just like this. I want you. All of you. Can I please have it?â He nearly begged
Your enthusiasm took over you and you planted a spontaneous kiss on his lips.
âYes JoelâŠyou can have all of me.â
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unpopular opinion but with the new tide of Greek mythology stories and retellings, Greek Cultural Sensitivity Readings are absolutely necessary. We are in 2024, with thousands of fics and retellings out there!! How is this not a thing yet?? There's vast improvement one can achieve by working professionally on their text with a Greek. I've seen it so many times!!
Also, duh, I'm offering the service BUT I want you to know that the situation with the inaccuracies of SERIOUS works is so dire that initially I didn't even do it for money. As a writer I just wanted to... fix things, to set a new standard for writers and the industry that sells us the most heavily Americanized pop-culture material and passes it as "authentic vibes of Greek mythology". (And of course there were writers who wanted to do right by their story and they had reached out to me. So kudos to them as well!)
Okay, but why does Cultural Sensitivity Reading make a vast difference and it's not just smoke and mirrors?
As a Greek, I am tired of well-meaning writers and authors butchering very basic elements of my culture. It's not their fault exactly, since they were raised in another culture with a different perspective. And nobody clued them in on how different Greek culture is from theirs, so writers sometimes assume that their culture is the default and they project that into ancient Greece. (Even published professionals like Madeline Miller have written "UK or US in antiquity" (with a very colonialist flavor) instead of writing "Ancient Greece". (Looking at you, Circe!)
Even writers who researched a lot before coming to me still had a lot of misinformation or wrong information in their text, easily verifiable by the average Greek. Again, not their fault. They can only access certain information, which does not include Greek scholarly work and scientific articles that DO offer valuable context.
Translation, accuracy, and meaning: If you ever wondered what a word means or how to pronounce it, here's your chance! There are Greeks like me who are knowledgeable and have a keen interest in antiquity and they will be able to read and compare ancient texts, and dive deeper into the work of Greek scholars regarding those texts.
If you want to create new words, you can do that as well! (It doesn't always work, but we can try. Greek is a really rich language and has a word about everything) If you use existing words, I can help you separate reality from fantasy in the context of your story.
(Do not assume we Greeks are ignorant of our heritage, or that we don't know how to research! Our archaeology sector is huge and archaeological museums are closer to most of us than your local Target is to you)
I guarantee there are things you never thought about Greece and the Mediterranean - from the ancient to the modern era. Sprinkling elements like phrases, types of interactions, customs, songs, instruments, dances, etc , into your text will make your text absolutely rich in culture.
Names matter!!! The genders of the names matter, diminutives matter (If I see one more "Perse" for Persephone I will claw my eyes out along with a few thousand Greeks), naming traditions matter!!! In many cases you should not even use a diminutive!!
You will be able to write about a foreign culture easily! Because of the continuity of Greek culture, you can even write a few more recent Greek elements to fill in the gaps. I can make sure they are not mismatched, and they will complement your ancient setting. I have observed a few things I didn't know we had since antiquity, but they make sense because our land has certain characteristics.
Non-Greek writers often miss the whole context of Greek culture! Do you know how Greek respect towards deities and parents looks like? What tones we use when we talk to our elders? When to use honorific plural - if your setting is more modernized?
Oh, and please let's avoid caricatures when describing Greeks?? (even fantasy Greeks) There can be heavy exotisation and odd descriptions of Greeks, as if we are another species. Even in published works. For many western writers it's difficult to catch, unfortunately.
The whole process is actually way easier than you think. You send me a text, I make notes and then we have some discussion on your vision.
It's always okay to seek guidance from the locals! You are not "guilty" when you admit you don't know! How can you know if you don't ask?? You can't imagine what relief and "ÏΏλÎč ÎșαλΏ!!!" I read/see from other Greeks when I tell them another foreigner is using me for cultural sensitivity? Greeks want you to seek help and will NOT shame you for it!
(On the contrary, you have no idea how many eye-rolls Greeks do when they see a blatantly wrong thing in a story... Which has happened pretty often for many years now. Can we do better as an industry?? Please???)
You can send me a personal message to share your story, or ask what this whole cultural sensitivity thing is all about, or ask about what I have done so far and how I can help. But for the love of all that's good, don't let your story be another "generic greek myth retelling"! And don't let others sell you their generic greek myth retellings!!
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time present and time past
spencer tried to explain einsteinâs theory of relativity once. and now, with spencer beside you in bed, you think you finally understand what he was on about. because time is relative. and if he doesnât wake up, this moment will never end, and maybe you can slow down time itself.
pairing:Â spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)
genre:Â angst
content: situationship core. they argue. avoidant!-ish.
word count:Â 3.4k
note: i have a final in 3 days and thought now would be the perfect time to write and post my first fic. yay! anyways this is inspired by an old literature text i studied, einstein's theory of relativity and what not. a line: Iâll come to you before you callâJust to prove that I donât come to you every time you call.
time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past. if all time is eternally present all time is unredeemable. - t.s. eliot
You've never been one for physics, the numbers, the theories, the science of it all. But thatâs never stopped Spencer from launching into explanations like a rocket whenever the chance presents itself. You would nod along, a smile on your face though whatever he's saying might as well be in a foreign language.Â
He tried to explain Einsteinâs theory of relativity once. Something about clocks, something about a kind of gravitational field.Â
"Think of it like this," he started, and you could almost picture him gesturing animatedly on the other end of the line. "Iâm on the jet, and I run down the aisle in five seconds. From my perspective, thatâs itâfive seconds, straight forward, simple."
"Hotch would kill you," you cut in, biting back a grin at the thought.
"Just imagine it," Spencer laughed.
"Okay, okay."
"So, if you time me, and I make it down the aisle in five secondsâ"
"Highly unlikely, but sure."
"Angel," he warned, but there was no real bite in it. He waited for your giggles to subside before pressing on, "But for you, watching me from outside as the jet moves, itâs not so simple. Youâd see me running, sure, but youâd also have to factor in the jetâs movement. To you, Iâm covering more distance because the jet is moving too, right?"
âIf you say so...â
"Just focus," he laughed. "Now, hereâs where it gets interesting. The faster the jet goes, the bigger this effect becomes. If it were moving close to the speed of light, something wild happensâtime for me, inside the jet, starts to move at a slower rate compared to your time outside."
âAh.â
âYou donât get it.â
âNo, I do. I do.â
âOkay, so explain it.â
You paused, your lips twitching with suppressed laughter. âUh⊠You can run faster than a jet?â
Spencer groaned, but he was laughing too. "Time moves slower for those in the jet because space and time are connected," he said, his voice warming with excitement. "They stretch and bend depending on speed. Itâs called time dilation. The faster you move through space, the slower time moves for you relative to someone standing still."
"...I think I get it?"
"Not yet, but you will."
He promised to explain it more when he got back. But he never did. And so you never really understood itâat least, not until now.
Not until heâs lying in your bed again, your sheets tangled around him like theyâve claimed him as their own.
Einstein says that time is relative. He says that the rate at which time passes depends on an observer's frame of reference.Â
The observer in this caseâYou.Â
And if one observer moves at the speed of light, time will slow down for them.Â
Spencerâs asleep beside you. His face is soft in the flickers of streetlight creeping through the blinds. They give you just enough visibility to watch the rise and fall of his chest and you wonder if he's dreaming. The sound of his breathing, steady, is the only thing keeping you tethered.
If you squint hard enough, thereâs almost something domestic about the scene. You ignore the fact that this is the nth time youâve done this because ignoring is easier. Itâs easier to think about how he smells like his shampoo, and how his shirt is thrown haphazardly over your nightstand. A sight you missed more than you would admit. You think about reaching for it, but your hand stays where it is. You stay where you areâjust watching, observing. Because Einstein said the rate at which time passes depends on the observerâs frame of reference. And if you stay still enough, maybe you can slow down time itself.Â
You like moments like these. The simplicity of it. You tell your friends the same thing when they ask, their voices thick with judgment, their eyes too knowing. âWe donât do anythingâ you insist to the room of raised eyebrows. âWeâre just hanging out, you know, as friendsâ you say, as if saying it enough times will make it true.
âJust hanging out?â âYup.âÂ
âAs friends?â âYup.â
You know youâve hit a new low when you have to pull the âhanging outâ card, but you take a sort of comfort in that fact. Because at least heâs not like those other guys, right? Thatâs your silver lining. That itâs not like that. Heâs not like that. But in the quiet after, when his breathing is the only sound and you feel walls closing in you, you can't help but wonder which is worse: the thing that he is, or the thing youâre letting yourself become.
You reached out first this time. A small victory in the game youâve been playing against yourself. Thereâs some semblance of control in it, you rationalize. If youâre bound to fall, tethered to this fate of always crawling back, at least let it be on your terms.
Iâll come to you before you callâJust to prove that I donât come to you every time you call.
Come over. Made too much pasta. You texted. Itâs an olive branch, a peace offering after a fight that had left you both frayed at the edges. A throw of the same old ball back to his side of the court where the game has dragged on far too long. Proof to him that you didnât mean what youâd said, that youâre not done yet. That youâre still okay with this.
You can take it.Â
The fight had been about workâor at least, thatâs how it started. Heâd mentioned a new trainee in passing, his voice light, almost too casual, as he spooned rice out of the takeout box. âSheâs new,â he said, with a shrug. âEager, maybe too eager. Emily says sheâs a bit of a people pleaser.â
She. You watched him carefully, trying to read between the lines.Â
âOh?â you replied, keeping your voice as even as you could manage. Muscle memory. Youâve been here before. Just because Spencer wasn't one of those guys didn't mean you haven't had your fair share of them.Â
You smile as you meet his eyes asking all the right questions. Whereâs she from? Howâs she doing?
He glanced up at you, surprised by your interest. Light work you thought. âSomewhere out West, I think. Sheâs doing fineârookie mistakes, you know. She had a bad day last week, though. Got rattled on a case. Garcia said Hotch was too hard on her.â
âPoor thing,â you murmured, âHope sheâs feeling better.â
âGarcia thought I⊠thought she was pretty,â he added laughing, the words tumbling out like an afterthought. Like the words donât hold the weight that he knows it does.Â
Ah. There it is.
âWell, did you?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, casual.
âSheâs⊠alright,â he said, his tone too high, too quick. You didnât miss the way he swallowed hard afterward.
âYouâre avoiding the question,â you teased lightly, smiling even though your stomach was beginning to twist itself into knots.
âIâm not,â he countered, shoving another bite of food into his mouth. âYou asked if sheâs pretty, and I said sheâs alright.â
âYouâre totally avoiding it,â you said, laughing to keep the air light even as the knot pulled tighter. âSpence, you can just say it.â
âSay what?â he asked, eyes darting up to meet yours, then back to his plate.
âJust say it.â
âI donât know what you want from me.â
âAdmit that sheâs pretty.â
âOkay.â He exhaled sharply, like the word had been dragged out of him. âI think sheâs pretty.â
Oh.
There was something in the way he said that made your chest constrict.Â
I think sheâs pretty.
He thinks sheâs pretty. Not like it was some objective fact, not something calculated or reasoned. Not that she was statistically pretty, backed up by some symmetry or math behind it. He just⊠thought soâNo, he thinks so. Thinks. Present tense. Meaning as heâs sitting here, across from you, eating the takeout you suspected heâd purposefully ordered too much of, he thinks sheâs pretty.
You stared down at your plate, your appetite long gone. The silence stretched between you, heavy and uncomfortable. You could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator, the distant murmur of voices from the apartment next door.
âYouâre quiet,â he said finally, his voice softer now, hesitant.
âIâm fine,â you replied too quickly, a smile pasted on your face as you looked up. âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â
You shook your head, forcing a smile. âNothing. Pass the soy sauce?â He passed it without another word, but you could feel his eyes lingering on you.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you finally said, your voice sharper than you intended.
âIâm not,â Spencer replied, his tone defensive, though his eyes stayed trained on you. âYouâre just⊠quiet. Itâs not like you.â
You laughed, a hollow sound. âYeah, well, maybe Iâve run out of things to say.â
âIs this because I said sheâs pretty?â he asked after a beat, his voice cautious, careful. âBecause I didnât wantââ
âSpencer stop,â you interrupted, setting your fork down with a deliberate clink against your plate.
âI wasnât going to say it. You asked me to say it.â he countered. âAnd the term pretty is subjective anyway, I think youâre pretty too.â You stayed silent, not meeting his eyes. âDonât be like that. You know I care about you.â
âIt sure doesnât feel like it,â you shot back, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to steady it. You knew you were being petty. Acting like a child who didnât get their way, grasping at anything to make the hurt feel justified. But you couldnât help it.
âYou justâyou talk about work, aboutâgod, about pretty girls and Iââ, You stopped, swallowing hard, trying to tamp down the words you werenât ready to say. âI feel like Iâm just⊠here. Someone you call when youâre bored or when youâve ordered too much food or whenââ
âThatâs not true,â he argued, his tone sharp now, defensive. âYouâre twisting itââ
âAm I?â you snapped, your eyes finally meeting his. They were wide, startled, but it didnât stop you. âBecause Iâm starting to think this is exactly what it is.â
âWell, what do you think this is?â he asked, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped the edge of the table.
âI donât know,â you said bitterly. âWhy donât you tell me?â
âWeâve talked about this,â Spencer said, his voice low and deliberate, each word cutting deeper than the last. âYou said you wanted to be friends. Friends do this. Friends have dinner. Friends donât force someone to admit someone else is pretty and then make it allâI don't know, all weird after.â
You winced, his phrasing like a mirror reflecting every misstep, every conversation where youâd backed yourself into this corner. Heâs not wrongâyou had said you wanted to be friends. But he didnât know the weight behind that concession.
Youâd thought back to those late-night conversations. The ones where heâd laid out his reasons like a clinical diagnosis: I donât have the time. It wouldnât be fair to you. Iâm not ready. So, youâd waited, convincing yourself that 'not now' meant 'not yet'. But eventually, youâd called it yourself, told him you should just be friends. A sad attempt at controlling a situation you were only ever destined to be hurt by. Because your own destruction should only ever be yours to wieldâand you have to claim it before it can claim you.
Heâd agreed it was better this way and youâd nodded along. Not because you believed it, but because it was a way to keep him in your life. A lifeline you clung to no matter how much it cut into your hands. But labels donât erase whatâs already happened. They donât undo the stolen glances, the kisses in the quiet moments, the nights where you felt like the only two people in the world. They just build a fragile scaffold over it all, a flimsy way of holding up whatâs already crumbling. Dating. On a break. Dating again. Friends. They pile on top of one another like a pathetic plaster over the hurt of what you wished things could be.Â
âRight,â you said finally, the word brittle and sharp as it escapes your lips. Your voice was hollow as your eyes met his, daring him to flinch. âSo I guess that means I canât expect anything from you, right? No decency, no consideration, no⊠nothing. Because weâre not in a relationship. Weâve never been in a relationship. Right?â
âDonât,â Spencer said quietly, almost pleading now. âThatâs not fair. Donât turn this into something itâs not.â
âYouâve made it perfectly clear what this is,â you said, standing from the table, your hands trembling as you gathered your things.Â
âWait,â he said, standing too, âYou donât have toââ
âAnd by the way, Spence,â you cut him off, reaching into your bag and slamming the extra key heâd given you months ago onto the table. It clattered louder than you expected, echoing in the tense silence between you. âYou can have this back. Because last I checked, friends donât have keys to each otherâs apartments.â You were acutely aware of the venom dripping in your voice but you pressed on, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âAnd thanks for the flowers, but I donât think friends go out of their way to buy a bouquet to make up for every friendly dinner they miss.â You didnât wait for a response. You didnât look at his face, didnât want to see whatever expression he was wearing.Â
But the satisfaction of that slam felt distant now. You think back fondly of the girl who had made her point so clear, so definitive. A line drawn in the sand. But winds blow and sand moves. That girl seems like a lifetime away from the girl you are nowâthe one lying here, beside him, again.
Spencer stirs beside you, a quiet sigh escaping his lips, and your breath hitches. You donât want him to wake up. Because ifâwhen he does, you know heâll leave. But until then, in this moment of temporary serenity, you can pretend it doesnât matter. You can pretend itâs okay. You can pretend youâre okay.Â
After all, Einstein said that time is relative. If he doesnât wake up, the moment will never end, and maybeâjust maybeâyou can slow down time itself. You stare at the ceiling, letting the minutes tick past, each one stretching longer than the last.
Your thoughts drift back to what Spencer had said. Time moves slower for those in the jet.
Well, if your apartment is the sky, then this bed is the jet. In the quiet of this moment, his warmth beside you, the faint smell of him lingering on the pillowâthis is where time bends. The rate at which time passes depends on the observerâs frame of reference. Maybe you can trick the universe, make these seconds stretch into hours. Maybe, if you stay still enough, think hard enough, the world outside wonât come knocking. You can freeze this bubble of peace.
But the illusion is tenuous, and reality looms like turbulence on the horizon. Time doesnât truly stop, you know that, weâre all forced to move on along with it. They say time waits for no manâleast of all a broken-hearted girl. The clock keeps ticking, indifferent to your longing. Sooner or later, heâll wake, and the bubble will burst.
You wonder how long you can keep this up. Youâd just been talking earlier tonight, telling each other what had happened in the days you hadnât spoken since the argument. The words had come easier than you expected, though none of them seemed to solve anything. Spencer had fallen asleep mid-sentence, right as you were recounting something trivial about your day. His exhaustion was written all over his faceâthe heavy pull of his eyelids, the way his head tilted slightly toward you before finally giving in. Youâd paused, watching him, and the words you were about to say dissolved into silence. You hadnât wanted to wake him.
The old you wouldâve been angry, the frustration bubbling up into sharp words and accusations. The fight was always the same, well-rehearsed and raw: You always do this. Iâm sorry. When are you not? I missed you. Then why wonât you stay? You know I canât. You can. I canât. It was less of a conversation and more of a script. It had long since stopped being about what either of you said; it was about how you said it and where it always led. It wouldâve ended in a fight, Spencerâs guilt countered by your hurt, spiralling into a familiar standoff with no real resolution.Â
But that was the old you. Sheâd had more fight in her, more fire to demand the things she felt she deserved. That fire has dimmed now, not extinguished, but banked low and steady, like youâve learned to ration it. Itâs not that the frustration has disappearedâit lingers, an ache beneath the surfaceâbut youâve stopped letting it boil over. Deep down, you know the real reason you didnât start a fight tonight. Itâs not just that youâre tired of fighting, though you are. Itâs that you donât know how much fight he still has in him. You donât know if one more argument, one more crack in this fragile thing between you, will be the thing that makes him walk away for good.
And youâre not ready to find out.
So you let it slide. Not because you want to, but because you can. Youâve told yourself youâre strong enough to carry itâto make up the weight of his distance, his exhaustion, his inability to give you what you need. You let him sleep, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, and you tell yourself itâs enough.Â
But Spencer shifts again, and this time his eyes flutter open. You freeze, your body tense, as if staying perfectly still might undo his wakefulness.Â
âHey,â he murmurs groggily, his voice thick with sleep. His arm snakes over your waist, pulling you closer. For a brief, fleeting second, you allow yourself to relish the warmth of his touch, the illusion of intimacy.
Then his hand moves. Heâs reachingânot for you, but for his watch on the bedside table.
He checks the time, squinting in the dim light filtering through the blinds. And you know. You know whatâs coming next.Â
âI should go.â he says softly, his arm already retreating from where it had rested over your waist. He pushes himself up, running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.
You sit up slightly, the sheets pooling around you, and force a small smile. âOkayâ you murmur, the words feeling hollow even as they leave your lips.
Spencerâs already out of bed, reaching for his shirt and bag. The routine feels mechanical, practicedâa series of motions heâs repeated so many times it barely registers as something that could hurt you. He pulls the shirt over his head, adjusts the strap on his bag, and leans down to kiss your forehead. Friends, as if. You think.
Itâs a fleeting gesture, a touch thatâs supposed to mean something but feels more like a formality now. More perfunctory than tender.
âIâm sorry I fell asleep,â he says as he straightens, glancing at his watch like heâs late for something more important. âYou shouldâve woken me up.â
You shake your head silently, not trusting that your thoughts wonât betray you. Donât wake up. Donât leave me. Donât go. Instead you settle for, âYou were tired. You should get some rest.â The weight in your chest feels unbearable but you press your lips into a tight, strained smile anyways. A silent permission for him to leave.
He doesnât hesitate.
âDrive safe,â you say quietly as you walk him to the door.
âIâll text you?â he offers, already halfway out.
âOkay,â you reply, the word barely audible.
And then heâs gone.
The sound of the door clicking shut echoes in the quiet of your apartment, final and unrelenting. You stand there for a moment, staring at the door as if willing it to open again, as if hoping he might turn around and come back. You know he wonât.Â
You turn and lean against the wall, the cool surface grounding you, a poor substitute for the warmth that was just beside you. The apartment feels colder, emptier now, the silence deafening. The clock on the wall ticks forward, oblivious to your grief, dragging you further away from the moment he was just here. You feel stuck in place, a reluctant passenger watching the world rush forward while youâre left behind, stranded.
You think back to what Einstein had said and you think heâs got it all wrong. How if one observer moves at the speed of light, time will slow down for them. Because no matter how tightly you try to hold on, the jet doesnât slow down. It wonât wait for you. The jet will keep moving forward, unrelenting, and him along with it. With or without you.
And as you stand alone in the stillness heâs left behind, you realize itâs always been without you.
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... I was writing all of this on the tags but I realized it was getting a tiny bit too long so:
I've always liked the idea of Sanuso being established when WCI happens because. Angst. Like. Sanji actively breaking up with Usopp. Sanji's ass is not leaving to get married without AT LEAST breaking up with Usopp first so idk there's a little note for him or something like that. You can imagine how it goes. The letter has tears and everything and shaky messy handwriting. It's a whole mess. So Usopp HAS to go save his boyfriend.
And honestly. Like. Sanji has tried breaking up with Usopp before. Shit doesn't work. Self-sabotaging the relationship is something he can try but never succeeds at. Because Usopp always goes back to him somehow like I am 100% sure Usopp is used to this but-- This time is REAL like wtfffvjdf. Going a bit insane. Literally. The way you draw their facial expressions makes me want to throw up. In like. A good way. Great way.
So Luffy's speech still happens obviously but like. BEFORE that when Luffy's really messed up and Usopp's holding him and Nami is SOBBING. Usopp has this moment of (and this is the thing I needed to write in here bc the tags weren't enough to capture the energy I wanted it to have):
"The only reason you're pushing us away is to keep us safe, but do you really think we'd be better off without you?! I don't even know what I would've done if you hadn't been there for me when I needed it the most! I probably wouldn't even be here right now! You say i shouldn't run away but you're the one acting like a coward right now! You're running away because you don't want to hurt us but we're all getting hurt because you're letting fear win instead of fighting back the way you always tell me to do! And believe me! I know about fear! You said you'd do what I can't and I'd do what you can't! Was that a lie too?! And don't say it was because I know a liar when I see one and you've always been awful at that! You might try to fool yourself but you could never make us see you this way! You're not letting me carry your burden because you also insist on carrying everyone else's, but that's the most cowardly move of all! And I'm supposed to be the coward out of the two, Sanji! If you really think my heart could replace you then you're dumber than I thought! Maybe you can get married to somebody else but I will not give you up only for a few stupid lies you can't even believe yourself! I don't know who that Vinsmoke Sanji is but he is not the Sanji I love! And you might not believe a word I say right now but I do! I do love you! And don't give a damn if you push us away because we will keep pulling you back with us! I've always been brave for you, so now you need to be brave for me!"
Or something like that, okay? I didn't think this through and it's just a quick thing and it's like 1 am and I gotta go to sleep soon-- But this sounds kind of like something he could say--
Had this in my drafts for a monthhh
lookit my belovds.....
Auauauau goes feral i would die for them
#USOPP SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT WCI I AM SO MAD I AM SO ANGRY#orion you get me if nobody got me i know orion got me#when in my fics i say sanji makes heart eyes i hope you all know i mean THOSE heart eyes. sanji's pupils literally turn into hearts#OKAY BUT USOPP'S OUTFIT???????? SIR?????? GOOD SIR PLEASE OH LORD????????? going fucking insane here#'had this in my drafts for a month' why would u hide this from me bestie i am literally vibrating in my fucking seat right now why would yo#i wish i could tattoo this inside my damn eyelids but i sadly can't but i wish i could#ALSO I JUST REALIZED SANJI'S BROKEN HEARTS IN HIS HAIR SHUT UP SHUT UP I CAN'T DO THIS#i started writing the speech here and then i realized it was too much for the tags lmfao#absolutely loving usopp carrying sanji like a princess as he should#also-- sanji coming back to them when they're making the whole plan and nami still being angry but usopp being oh so happy to have him back#i mean i guess usopp would def get angry too but how long does that even last lmfao he wants his bf back and he is suffering so much#ALSO CAN WE PLEASE FUCKING GET USOPP ABOUT TO FIGHT JUDGE LIKE I VISCERALY NEED NAMI HAVING TO HOLD HIM BACK#i need somebody holding usopp back from killing that man and then settling for idk just punching niji or something#okay but seriously this art changed my life's perspective orion ilysm idk what sanuso nation would do without you fr fr#the way usopp is holding sanji-- sanji trying to push him away but OBVIOUSLY wanting him close#i am 100% sure usopp won't stop telling him that he loves him and sanji is having a whole breakdown over it#i hope you know if i could i'd buy every little sanuso art you've made and hang them in my room and and and stare at them all day#i will shut up now god i apologize hahahaha <- a not insane and super mentally well person#one piece#sanuso#black leg sanji#usopp#whole cake island
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can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!
Eating In (It's good for you)
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???
warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDNI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)
word count: y'all already know 1.3k
authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdni!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb
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it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.
the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.
tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.
as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.
âbaby,â mike breathes between kisses, âcan you do me a favor?â
you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.
mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. âi want you to ride my face.â he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.
mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. âmikeâŠâ you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he canât have that.
âcome on baby, please?â he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. âyouâll love it, baby. iâll make it so good for you.â
mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your irisâ. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.
after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft âokayâ barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.
âwell hop on baby,â mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. âwe donât have all night.â
mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.
he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.
you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.
âyou have to tell me if iâm smothering you or something. i donât need to accidentally kill you.â your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.
âwhat a way to go.â he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.
you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. âyouâre such an asshole.â you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.
finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. âother way, baby.â
it doesnât take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.
itâs a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.
you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.
âfuck,â mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.
"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.
mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.
mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.
you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.
mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.
"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.
by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.
you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.
but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.
mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.
"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"
you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.
mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.
the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment.Â
âholy fucking shit! mike fuck!â you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. âiâm gonna come, oh fuck.â mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.
the combination of mikeâs tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mikeâs face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.
mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.
after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mikeâs face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.
you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.
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I have a question, well 2 questions to be exact thatâs been rattling around in my head since I started reading platonic yandere batfam fics, why would reader stay in Gotham? Iâd be sneakily stealing as much money as I could without getting caught as soon as I reach a âfuck these guysâ mentality. Like, asking to have some money for groceries or something and just pocketing it so that I could get a bus ticket and leave the city. Would you do it if you were reader? It just makes sense to me âthis place sucks, these people suck, Iâve gotten enough to leaveâ, this is with me assuming that reader has the means of course, if the reader doesnât then okay, yeah that makes sense
And my second question, do you ever feel resentful towards Alfred when you read batfam photonic yandere content? I do sometimes, especially when the reader is neglected. I know this might sound odd but when I read these fics I recognize that Alfred could do more, out of everyone in the manner, I think Alfredâs word carries the most weight, especially with Bruce due to him raising Bruce. I also notice in some batfam fics that the reader doesnât get mad at him due to him giving them attention, but idk it feels kinda like a slap to the face, knowing that I donât have the power but he does and yet not exercising it until Iâve burned every last tie to that family.
I know my thoughts are a more âwell youâre on the outside looking inâ type takes, but idk, it hurts my heart knowing that if reader stays in that city, it will be far more easier for the batfam to find them, where if they were outside the city, theyâd have a fighting chance to make a new life for themselves
On a side note, I think we are underutilizing the angst potential of reader legally changing their name and the batfam not knowing until months or even years later when reader leaves. Like Bruce and the fam would just have to sit and realize that reader hates/dislikes/doesnât care about them enough to legally change their name from Wayne to whatever reader chooses. Jason was Batmanâs greatest failure, but Reader would be Bruceâs greatest failure, and what a delightful public failure it would be if the tabloids were to somehow find out that one of Bruce Wayneâs biological children changed their legal name
Iâm loving your batfam content btw, like it makes me want to create one of those âscrew therapy, I need to fist fight my dadâ tiktoks and tag Bruce Wayne, thatâs what I can phenomenal writing!! And sorry for making this so long! Hope you have a great existence!
slight spoilers for future chapters.
this is one of my favorite asks... anon, you are so brilliant because your two questions tie into the reader's character so well and the flaws that they (you) conjured from years of neglect, so i hope my answers would suffice (i am answering based on the perspective of the reader from my series: again & again with a bit of my own perspective). tysm for sending this in, i actually really enjoy long asks and appreciate it when people take the time to send me these things!
why would the reader stay in gotham?
chapter one wasn't all the detailed about why they stayed in gotham. firstly, their self-worth had them reason that in no way, shape, or form would their family that basically estranged them would come running to them, especially not when the only time the reader could even stumble across them is by some miracle of coincidence. this also ties into their lack of knowledge about their family. sure, they know that babs is the oracle but do they know just how much access she has across gotham? not really. they know tim, like bruce, has a tendency to collect information about other people, but they don't know that they have contingency plans to be creeped out enough to get away from gotham and from their reach.
"it's not like tim or bruce or barbara considered you important enough to be stalked. hah, as if!"
and the third point is, despite bruce being a billionaire of some sort, it was stated that the reader was too well-behaved and quiet. how does this make sense? as you've stated, they wouldn't simply have the means to get out. seeing as they were sheltered by alfred and never really explored the concept of traveling far away, they never asked for money; the only advantage of being a wayne is having quite a lot of things served on a silver platter.
they have this sort of toxic bond for staying with the people who have hurt them and it materialized to them physically staying despite knowing it would only cause more pain than anything else, and they don't know that. plus, they'd rather not have the wayne name associated with them and getting money from cheques or credit cards would be too risky for the reader's safety.
they've only realized just how shitty their family is after more than 10-13 years of staying in the manor, and saving up to move to an entirely different place would be difficult, alongside college and the jobs they have to take. so the next best thing they could do is rely on any means of advantage they could get whilst also moving on to the path of self-discovery and recovery.
but that doesn't mean they're staying in gotham forever, definitely not. the moment the reader realizes that dick gained some sort of interest towards them, they're booking it out of gotham. preferably to metropolis or central city or even somewhere far, far awayâ they're naive, but not stupid. sudden interest towards them means danger rather than anything else. and they're aware that alfred is capable enough to pull strings, so that's why spoiler alert: they have a secret stash of money hidden somewhere and like any children of bruce, they inherited the capability to be smart enough to already back up their contacts and everything on their phone, buy a burner phone and even change their entire identity in one quick go right after they move into an entirely different city or country.
gotham is merely their practice course.
do you ever feel resentment towards alfred?
quite frankly, yes. the reader in the fic feels resentment towards everyone for a reason actually, but alfred's part was stated vaguely as to not spoil a future chapter that focuses on his perspective. they know that he has the more power inside the manor more than bruce has. everyone, and i mean everyone respects alfred, and it doesn't take a genius to know that if you mess with him, you're messing with an entire family of crime fighters.
it's not obvious, but the reader's narrative in chapter one is them trying so hard to delude themself into thinking things can be better until it's too late. so in a sense, there's false narrative coming into play.
"alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions. of course, you understood his priorities. after all, he tried his hardest to make you feel less lonely inside the mansion, it wasn't enough but he was there at least."
at some point in time, alfred had also neglected the reader emotionally with the same reasoning as the others; he was busy with their father. and this all could've been avoided if alfred had tried to confront the entire family about it. i'm not delving deeper into this to really avoid spoilers other than pointing out some details in the first chapter.
just know that alfred relishes in your newfound favoritism towards him, and that he may or may not have pulled some strings himself from helping you become closer to the family.
the part about reading changing their name from (name) wayne to (name) (last name) is what made me so drawn to this ask. you have pretty much predicted one of the chapters that explored (name) wayne to the public eye. they're not so much of an internet celebrity because of their rare appearances in public, but that's what causes immense curiosity about their identity to uprise in gotham, and their fame was one of the means to get to you.
there was one news article published that was the reason that made bruce distant towards you.
but let's focus on what yan! bruce would've felt once he turns a full 360.
because the first thing he would do once he has you in his grasp is to change your last name back to his. you are not the child of a (last name), you are a wayne first and foremost, bruce's third child and his greatest mistake, quite literally. you were a product of a one-night-stand, and because he was drowning in despair from jason's death, he had failed to notice you. all his years of neglect, and he doesn't even know a single thing about you, simply because he refused to acknowledge your presence.
and you rightfully hated him, he should've accepted that. but your diary entries and the way you innocently thought of him destroyed any sliver of hope for a peaceful reconciliation. he hates how you were experiencing the same type of despair as him when it comes to battling your own monstersâ you truly are a wayne at heart. he couldn't afford to let you get away any further. just like dick, he needs to fix it now or further sever the already broken ties you have with him.
it's not batman now, but rather bruce. bruce wayne had failed to save another one of his children, not as a vigilante, but as a father.
knowing bruce, he's quick to take into action and search for you.
holy shit, this is a really long post but i hope it does answer the questions ! im so grateful that you like my writing enough to write a really long ask, and i hope to see your messages more once the new chapters are published <3
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Can I? (kiss the hurt away)
YJ!Conner Kent x Spider!Reader
summary: you get hurt during a mission and Conner just wants to help. this finally brings you two together.
content/warnings: set in s1, lots of wounds, blood mentioned, awkward flirtingâŠthis was a shared prompt w my two besties, hereâs my version! (I switched it up a bit), funny writing bc itâs from spider!readerâs perspective (mostly)
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a/n: FIRST CONNER FIC YAYAYYAYAYAY I hope people actually read for him lmaoooâŠenjoy!
There's a ringing in your ear for a while, your vision blurred. Just as you come out of it there's a voiceâ
"You okay?"
One you're very familiar with.
You slowly blink your eyes open. You're not sure what the hell your enemy just blasted you with, but it was enough to knock you out and make everything hurt. A lot.
"Uhh I think so?" Conner watched the white eyes of your mask blink, he could tell you were in fact, not okay.
He could see it from a distance, the distance he unknowingly made while fighting. He promised himself he'd stay close at all times when the team was in danger, when you could potentially get hurt. And look at you now. His ignorance to what was going on around him got you hurt.
At least that's what he told himself.
You swat his hands as he starts fussing over you, too disoriented to think about the action. Until you see his hurt face. He was only trying to help.
But Conner thinks, you were pushing him away, and rightfully so when he's the reason you're hurt in the first place.
"No no it's-" you heave a rugged sigh, your lungs feeling heavy. "I'm just out of it. Sorry. What was that guy packing in his gun anyways?"
Conner's reluctant in his assistance to you now, but you encourage him with a smile. He lifts you to your feet, securing an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall back down. You definitely weren't in a state to be walking and that's proven when your legs wobble and all your weight falls onto him. Something he doesn't mind and in a different situation would smile at.
But you hiss as his pulls you up, and he's brought back to reality.
"Thanks Con-man." Another smile for him and his shoulders relax.
"I have no idea what that man was packing in his gun. All I know is it hurt you...really badly. You were out the rest of the fight."
"I was?" A quick look around and sure enough, you were. The quietness of the area should've been a clear sign there was no longer a battle going on.
"Looks like I was." And suddenly the team is behind you. It's a miracle the rest of them avoided getting hurt the way you did (which was a little embarrassing considering your spider senses).
"You alright, Spidey?" Wally and Artemis ask at the same time, they glare at each other for it.
"Jinx. Artemis, you owe me a soda."
"I do not-" you cut them off, ending the argument before it could start.
"Yeah I'm alright." But the way you leaned heavily onto the SuperBoy and breathed unevenly told a different story. Although that was nothing new, was it? You somehow were constantly hanging off the boy one way or another (not literally...though you wish it was).
"Are you sure? We'll have you get checked back at headquarters," Kaldur speaks. You simply nod, too weak to really do much else.
Robin was looking worriedly, trying to hide it but you could see right through him. You shot him a smile.
While the team discussed what to do with the bad guy, you stayed with Conner. There was an awkward silence until he spoke up, having enough of your small hisses and puffs at his side.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, everything? I'm hurting everywhere," you were practically mumbling, fatigue evident with every word you spoke.
He huffs and places you on the floor again, carefully avoiding any rubble from the fight. Another pained hiss from you.
"Sorry sorry, I know," he's trying to figure out his next move. "I don't know how to make it better."
You shake your head, "that's alright Conner. You don't need to, you're not a doctor or anything."
And yet he looks guilty, like your wounds and the fact that he hasn't already done something to ease the pain was his fault. He eyed the arm you've been holding around your abdomen this whole time.
"You being here right now is enough. I promise. And this," you lift your arm finally, making a soft noise of pain in between, "it'll go down by tomorrow-"
"Shit! When did that happen?" His voice startles you, the sudden noise rattling your probably concussed brain. You finally look down to see blood dripping from a scratch in your suit.
"Shit. When did that happen? How..."
"I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry."
"No Conner, it's okay-"
"Can I?"
"Huh?" And Conner is gesturing to your mask, your eyes widen.
"You're breathing too heavily for it to be comfortable. Please?" He wouldn't say part of it was because he needed to see your face to comfort him.
You nod.
He doesn't freak out when he takes it off, so that's a good sign.
"How do I look?" he doesn't answer for a few seconds, he's carefully observing your face it seems. You can't help but smile.
And he smiles back, "still beautiful as ever."
"Okay lover boy," you desperately wish the mask was on, if only to hide your timid expression. "You don't need to flatter me."
Conner clears his throat quickly, awkwardly. As if he didn't realize he said it out loud.
He really didn't mean to. But seeing how shy and...dare he say happy you looked after he said it, he thinks it wasn't such a bad thing.
"You have a few scratches. But you're still-"
"Beautiful as ever, yeah yeah I heard you," maybe he wasn't going to say it again, but you weren't going to risk it. You don't think you could take it if he said it. You'd probably do something stupid like kiss himâ
He swallows thickly, still embarrassed. "We need to get you back," he goes to pick you up, only this time it's not so you can stand upright. No. He's preparing to carry you bridal style. Oh no. Now you really might kiss him (that is if you don't pass out within the next few seconds). "Can I carry you? I don't think you're in good enough shape to walk right now."
"Rude."
"No I didn't mean-"
You laugh, maybe a little meanly, you knew he wasn't good on certain social cues yet, making teasing him easy, "sorry- I know what you mean. Yeah it's...alright. You can totally carry me." Now you were beginning to feel awkward.
He picks you up easily. And you're starting to agree with him, you definitely weren't in any shape to walk if him lifting you was enough to make you dizzy.
You weren't kidding yourself when you said you'd pass out before you could kiss him.
Your head lays comfortably on his chest...right over his heart which happened to be beating like crazy.
Was that your doing? You really hope so.
He carries you a little behind the rest of the team, murmuring reassurances and praise. 'You did good back there.' 'You're gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it.' 'Stay close to me okay? I'll make it better.'
Bioship took you all back to Mount Justice, M'gann talking your ear off the whole time. Starting with worried rambles about how hurt you looked and fading into a new tv show she got into. One she wished her people on Mars could enjoy.
Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you could feel an oncoming headache the whole ride. You didn't have the heart to tell her to stop nor that you weren't really listening. Not feeling bad only because Wally seemed enthralled with her storytelling (suck up) and flirted here and there.
You were too busy focusing on your shadow anyways. Aka the SuperBoy who refused to leave your side and was quite literally on you the whole way. Between him, M'gann, and Wally's flirting with her (and Robin's occasional butting in to tease) you were surprised you didn't go insane on the ride back.
When you did get back, they told you it was bad (fatal for a normal person) but nothing you couldn't handle. Just a broken rib (unfortunately common for you) and a slight concussion. Great. Accompanied with bruises and the big gash on your abdomen. That weapon really did a number on you. Conner went off on the adults for saying it was "nothing you couldn't handle" because you were "on the brink of dying". Which is a bit dramatic, but having him be so protective over you was kind of nice...or whatever.
They suggested you took a break for a week and a half (a conclusion you came to after you'd negotiated with them for a good 5 minutes. because who do they think they were benching youâfor good reasonâfor 2 weeks?!) should a mission come up within that time.
You sighed on the couch, everyone was either in their rooms or went home for the day. They said their goodbyes and wished you well, to which you replied 'pfft I'll be better by tomorrow. just watch.' It would be really embarrassing if you weren't better by tomorrow...you unfortunately bet money on it. Stupid.
"You okay?"
"A little better now. Thanks for taking care of me."
"I wish I could've done more...I said I would but all I did was sit back and watch everyone else take care of you." This was clearly eating at him, although it's a wonder why.
Nothing about the situation was his fault nor should he feel guilty about "not doing enough."
"Conner, I told you it's alright and that you being there for me was enough. And I meant every word."
He sits with you, thigh to thigh with his head in his hands.
You pat his shoulder, "it's alright big guy. I'm okay, I'll be fully recovered soon."
"Not soon enough."
You sigh, he could be really stubborn sometimes. Frustratingly so.
"Con, please. Look at me?" He listens. And you regret asking him. You hate the look in his eyes, or rather you hate the way it makes you feel. Another case of you're going to kiss him if he keeps this up.
How could such a big, stubborn, and (apparently) non-affectionate guy have the biggest puppy eyes? Ones that have you melting.
His face is now in your palms. With the way he's looking at you, surely he wouldn't mind if you gave in and...kissed him, right?
"Can I kiss you?"
He's stunned for a moment before finally speaking up, "isn't it obvious that I want you to?"
You both share shy smiles thinking, finally.
You lean in, hands still cupping his face, his now doing the same.
Although the kiss was a little awkward, the two of you not exactly experienced in that department (him coming out of a literal tube only months ago), as well as a little...messyâit was everything you could've wanted in your first kiss with him. A kiss that was going to be the start of the two of you. SuperBoy and the Spider. You hated how warm the thought made you.
You were practically radiating giddiness, Conner could feel it. He pulled away still smiling, "I've wanted to do that for a really long time now."
"Me too. You know what also was great about that? You kissed my ouchies away. I'm all better now."
"Ouchies? What are we, five?"
There's silence, not of awkwardness, but from two of you reeling from the kiss, processing the fact that it was real.
"I don't want to be the one to break this up but...we should really get to bed. With your concussion and training being early tomorrow..."
"Yeah, of course," the giddiness hasn't left, "would you uh...want to come? With me? To bed."
"Gee Spider, at least take me to dinner first."
"Oh, so he's got jokes now?"
"Only for you, babe."
"Ew, you sound like Wally."
"Ouch? Don't insult me like that," but he doesn't look offended in the slightest. There's probably the biggest smile you've seen on his face, ever.
Safe to say it was not fun explaining why Conner was in your bed the next morning, trying to convince everyone it was purely innocent.
Batman was disappointed, reminding you that you needed to wait until you were healed before you did anything physical. Haha. Very funny.
And the team snapped pictures that they would definitely use against Conner (seeing as he was the more...emotionally constipated and reluctantly affectionate one).
But you honestly couldn't be happier. And neither could he.
does it seem a bit rushed at the end? unfortunately
do I have the patience to fix it? no
hope you enjoyed :D
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by the pool | taehyun fic (nsfw)
nsfw, mdni!
pairings: dom!taehyun x sub!reader, established relationship
warnings: big tits, bikini malfunction, teasing, pool sex, dirty talk, use of nickname, eating pussy, oral, squirting, mentions of multiple orgasms, manhandling
a/n: this fic was so much fun to write! hope you like it as much as i do!
The bikini you were wearing barely covered anything according to Taehyun. You tits and ass cheeks were practicing spilling out of your garments. You were lucky that you guys were staying in your own pool in the backyard or else Taehyun might have obliterated you by simply glaring for wearing such an outfit in public especially when other men were around.Â
You wade around in the water soaking in the chill of the water in such a warm day. The sun glazed upon your skin leaving an irresistible glow. Taehyun sat under the parasol by the side of the pool enjoying a good book, but every so often would move his gaze to you. Even though he was in the shadows of the umbrella, the lines of his hard abs were still prominent. For someone who was just sitting there, he was the physical embodiment of a Greek god. His biceps flex a little as he holds the book in front of him and his pecs rise and fall with each and every breath. Plus, the shorts he was wearing left nothing to imagination as the outline of his dick was visible.Â
Craving attention from your boyfriend who currently was neglecting you, you decide to put on a show. As you glide through the water, you push out your chest which was ready to burst out your bikini top, and as you swing your arms for each stroke, the knot comes loose and slips off your body leaving your top half bare.Â
âTaehyun, a little help please,â you call out covering your chest beneath the water, although from Taehyunâs perspective your breasts were very much on full view.Â
He peers over his book and asks you what you needed help with, to which you respond, âMy top came off and I canât find it. Can you help me?â Your voice is seductive and calm and Taehyun instantly knows what youâre trying to do.Â
âI told you your tits weâre gonna pop out of that good for nothing bikini. You were better off without it in the first place,â he says, mocking you as he gets down into the pool. Â
He makes his way to the middle of the pool and ducks into the water and pull up your pink bikini. Instead of giving it back to you, he throws it onto the poolside, while his eyes were piercing through you. You knew you had it coming but a mixture of nerves and excitement fluttered in your lower half.Â
Taehyun sweeps you with just one arm and pushes you towards the cobbled edge of the pool and swiftly lifts you up and sits you down, the sudden cool air perking your nipples. He positions himself in between your thighs and moves his hands up your thighs heading straight to your core. Heâs quick with his movements and unties the sides of your bikini bottom, leaving you with nothing covering your body, completely exposed in your backyard.Â
âIs this what you wanted babygirl? Is this what you wanted to happen when you made you picked this bikini to wear in front of me today?âÂ
Unable to respond from embarrassment you lower your gaze staring down at your naked pussy instead.Â
Picking up on your cues, he instantly shames you, âYou want me to touch you down there? Want my fingers to fuck your pussy? Or would you rather have me eat you out?â He waits for your response but when he gets none, he slaps your pussy sending a jolt up your body. âAnswer me babygirl. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?âÂ
âYour mouth, Taehyun,â you whisper unable to look him in the eyes, for you feared the possessive gaze you knew he held. Â
âSee, wasnât so hard was it,â he mumbles into your pussy, both wet from the water and your current horniness. He licks a strip going form your slit right up to your clit which he circles his tongue around. You whimper from the contact on your sensitive spot but you wanted more. You grab ahold of his grey blonde hair and push him deeper in just as he pushes his tongue into your entrance. He pulls in and out repeatedly, getting faster each time. Taehyun groans into your core sending the vibrations straight to your throat and your breath hitches. Your moans grow louder with each stroke of his tongue and before you know it, a knot forms in your stomach.
âIâm comin- ahhh,â you scream as a powerful spray of liquid shoots out, drenching Taehyunâs face.Â
âOh my god! Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to!â Your face flushes with heat as quickly move your hands to cover it.Â
âThat was hot babygirl. You just squirted. I had no idea you could do that,â he says amazed and excited. He removes your hands from your face and holds them in his now wet palms.Â
âI have to make you do that again.âÂ
He jumps out the pool and carries you inside to your bedroom, dropping you harshly in your bed. He strips himself of his swim shorts, his erect cock, overflowing with pre-cum.Â
He continues to duck your brains out for the rest of your day until you ended up squirting a total of 6 times: on his face (again), his abs, his cock and anywhere else you could dream. Just like that, Taehyun has found his new favourite kink.Â
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