#but we make up for it by being actually insane about this man.

[taelophone]

Daddy, not daddy

trigger warnings ; smut . penetration . daddy kink . degradation (from both parties) . car sex / public sex . cops catch you, but not really . not fully proofread .

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For the first time this summer, you had a stark change of scenery. There was no sand yo invade your undergarments, you weren’t forcefully applying sunscreen to your roommate, and you weren’t being lulled to sleep by the vicious bickering of sky-flying seagulls.

The excessive luggage could be heard thunking and clunking against each other— hard polycarbonate kissing the scratchy ballistic nylon with each bump in the road. Taking a vacation from your vacation home was rare, but it wasn’t unwelcome this time around now that someone else’s hands were on the wheel.

“So what’s the plan for Vegas? Are we going to like…a casino, the Grand Canyon, a cool bar?” You asked, your sandals propped up on the dashboard as you stuck your hand in a crinkly bag of Lays Plain.

“I kinda lied,” he chuckled, a sheepish and endearing smirk on his lips. “We’re going to Vegas for like three days, then I'm gonna drive us over to Santa Monica so we can go surfing.”

“Yes. Because leaving the beach to go to another beach makes sooooo much sense!” You nodded, flashing him a patronizingly bright smile.

“Don’t sass me, woman.”

“Don’t be a dick, man.”

“Sorry,” he smiled, leaning over to peck your forehead. “I hate when we fight. It’s like divorce. Don’t divorce me, I love your house.”

“Couldn’t even say I love you, oh, men ain’t shit…”

The ride was set for two days and roughly six hours. That’s forty-eight hours of uninterrupted Luigi chatter, shitty radio signals, cramped spaces, and possible road disasters. You trusted Luigi with your life, of course, but to think you were stuck in a car that wasn’t yours with a man you invited in based on general suicidal behavior was insane.

Well…maybe not suicidal. Unsafe? Dangerous? Either way, crazy circumstances.

“I mean, we don’t have to drive for two days straight…we can make pit stops in different states. Grab souvenirs, you know? We don't have kids, so literally anything can go in the back,” You beamed, already buzzing with excitement about all the pretty clothes and cool trinkets you could bring back home.

“We don’t have kids yet you’re right! That sounds fun actually,” he nodded.

“Excuse me?”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“What?”

“Ten-two, yo.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You giggled, rolling your family-size bag of chips up and placing them in the stuffed glovebox. Luigi was no stranger to casual flirting, that much was clear.

You watched the pastel-painted buildings grow sparse, the Beachy aesthetic fading from the architecture the further you strayed from the coast. No more boardwalks, no more ice cream parlors, and no more individually decorated doors with seashell wreaths.

You plugged your charger into your phone, ensuring you’d have enough charge for the duration of the trip. In the meantime, you decided to play some music from your playlist to drown out the luggage sounds.

Luigi’s love for open windows proved to be rather calming. The whistling wind cascaded through your veins and teased your scalp while Wallows began to sing about being “uncomfortable but not uncomfortable.”

A shared sigh fell from you and Luigi. Your muscles relaxed, the air was free of fish and salt, and the mellow waves from the radio crashed over your ears like seafoam.

You could hear the quiet humming from Luigi as he slowly bobbed his head to the not-so-heavy bass of Wallows. Clearly, he loved indie alternative.

You spent four hours talking and listening to the music, bouncing back and forth between endless banter, philosophical questions, and your plans. The amount of chatter between you two would have scared off an agitated introvert hours ago.

“Hold on, we’re coming up on a gas station…I wanna fill the tank before we keep going,” he rasped, turning into the rest stop and gas station. “Then we can get water and something from the store.” 

“Bet.”

You climbed out of the car, slamming the silver door shut by pushing it with your hip. You let him pump the gas outside while you waltzed in the rather large “pit stop” hybrid, containing roughly five different concession stores. Cook Out, Starbucks, Seven-Eleven, Auntie Anne’s, and a little souvenir and travel shop.

You got a little coffee from Starbucks, purely so you could stay awake for a little longer, before toddling your way into the travel shop to pick out a neck pillow and some little charms for your car keys back home. The options were many, from pretty pink prints and white leopards to simple blue and solid black.

You knew Luigi would want to pay for the travel stuff, so you pulled your attention away from travel and focused primarily on the souvenirs. There were soft mini plushies, name tag charms, enamel pins, pretty pink West Virginia memorabilia—

“Are you looking with your hands and not your eyes?” A gruff voice gasped, immediately dropping both his hands on your shoulders and making your soul jump out of your skin.

“OH! My god…Luigi, be normal,” you sighed, clutching at your palpitating heart.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, not at all apologetic. “Hi, hon. Did you find anything?”

“I wanted to get a neck pillow and a blanket…they have Hello Kitty ones over there,” you nodded, pointing to the multitude of cheap fuzzy blankets folded on a shelf.

“Of course, you did…all evil women love Hell Kitty,” he joked, picking up one of the cheap water-resistant cameras and aiming it at you.

You scowled at him, lifting your shirt halfway over your chest to faux-flash your black and white bra.

“Hey! Absolutely not, don’t be bad!” He laughed, immediately putting the camera down.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you droned, shrill and penetrative to his ears as you dropped your shirt with a huff and a chuckle.

“That is…” he paused, his brows nearly touching his hairline as he clasped a hand over the bottom half of his face. “Let’s go get some food and things!”

You paused, a confused pout in your lip as your brows furrowed with query. He seemed to be a little stuck on that…what was that about?

“Running from me is crazy…” you chuckled, toddling behind him as he picked out some stuff. A flashlight, a plain blue neck pillow, 5 containers of five-hour energy, veggie chips…and many more snacks that only a grown man on a bulk would consume.

“Not running, I’m right here hon,” he stated, grabbing a Hello Kitty blanket from the shelf and tucking it under his arm while you grabbed the things you wanted, plus a disposable camera.

“Wow, so kind…staying put with the evil Hello Kitty woman? You’re so brave,” you teased, placing everything on the counter and letting the cashier ring everything up.

“I know, I deserve a veteran license plate. Taming cats since day one—“

“Don’t be gross.”

“My bad.”

You exited the little pit stop, Starbucks and blanket in hand while Luigi juggled about 4 grey plastic bags. As soon as you left the store, the bright sun rays beamed down on both of you and highlighted how cold the store was after adjusting to its central air.

“Thank you, dearest Luigi, you are so kind and giving in nature,” you mused, fighting back chuckles as you made your way to the silver Kia parked just a couple of feet away by a gas pump.

“It’s nothing, swear. I live in your house, it's the least I can do,” he assured, pulling open your car door after shifting all bags to his right hand.

“THANK YOU DADDY!!” You squealed, reminiscent of a flock of geese honking at a piece of bread thrown in their territory.

“Stop that!” He faux-scolded, the smile proving to be much stronger than his red-hot embarrassment.

You didn’t miss the way the apples of his cheeks went cherry red and how his eyes darted away from yours. When you were back on the road he was a lot less talkative too, like he was deep in the back of his mind.

Tends shoulders, slightly furrowed brows, pin-straight posture, clenched jaw…was he angry about your joke? Did you really take it too far—

Oh my god, he’s bricked.

You averted your eyes as quickly as they landed on the proof of the problem, thanking God immediately that he was a responsible driver who kept his eyes on the road. You smiled, impish in all its nature as you propped your ankles back up on the dash.

“That’s a bad habit you have,” Luigi pointed out, glancing at your sudden movement briefly.

“As if you don’t have bad habits of your own. I fished you from the ocean at midnight,” you quipped, raising a challenging brow at him.

“What’s up with you today?” He chuckled, narrowing his eyes at you slightly. “You’ve been on like, ten. All morning. It’s great.”

“What’s up with you? Y’got something you wanna tell me?” You smiled, turning your legs away from the front windshield and resting them right over his crotch, ignoring the awkward obstacle console.

He sucked in a sharp breath, filtering the cold air through his teeth. He shot you a glare— devoid of its usual humor and pacifism.

“I’m in the middle of driving…we crash, we die,” he reprimanded. He was serious, but there was a layer of lust underneath his words that almost dared you to keep going.

You scrambled upright in your seat, sitting on your calves and heels as you subtly frowned at him. The kind of glare a wife would give her unruly husband to let him know to knock it off.

“But what kind of friend would I be if I let you drive all pent up? Wouldn’t that fuck up your focus?” You purred, your hand now greedily palming the large bulge in his jeans.

The car swerved— a sharp curve to the left lane as a slightly pathetic sound clawed its way up from the back of Luigi’s throat.

“Oh, you fucking animal,” he spat, a grin forming on his lips that screamed danger.

Without much hesitation, he pulled over on the side of the empty and wooded road, placing the car in park. 

“Move. Get in the back, don’t act shocked!” he ordered, grabbing you by the back of your calf and tugging you to the back with him.

“Wait, I was just playing—!” You squeaked, a devilish grin on your face as he tossed you right on the leather cushioned seats.

“No you weren’t,” he dismissed, wrapping one of your legs just above his hip while your arms scrambled for something— anything — to hold.

“Stop that,” he grumbled, popping the side of your thigh as soon as you attempted to reach for his pants.

He slipped your pants down, checking the back windshield to see if anyone was passing by. He didn’t care if anyone was anyway, but the coast was still clear.

“See, you like doing shit that isn’t safe,” he mumbled, the pad of his thumb moving to attack your clit through the cotton fabric of your damp panties.

“Oh, fuck—!” You whined, trying to wiggle away from his touch even though there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t run, nah, stay right here,” he stated, letting you writhe and wriggle under him for another minute or so before growing impatient.

“Filthy fuck, getting hard frrr—! From me calling,“ she panted, her chest heaving up and down as he practically ripped her underwear off, “From me calling you Daddy…”

“Oh hush, you’re fucking your roommate,” he huffed, pulling down the cotton fabric of his sweats just enough to free himself from his charcoal grey Calvin Klein boxers. “That’s filthy.”

He lined himself up with you, splitting you open with a rather quick thrust that caused the car to jump ever so slightly. You heard something fall in the trunk, but your mind was much too focused on the tingly feeling spreading through your nerves to care.

You felt full— like a warm and heavy plank nestled between your guts and pressed against all the right places. He wasted zero time in fucking you stupid, pools of drool dribbling down your chin as your eyes crossed and rolled to the back of your head.

One hand behind your popliteal fossa, digging into the thin skin and muscle hard enough to leave dull and red crescent moons forced your knee to your chest. His right hand came to rest on the foggy window, the scent of sex and sounds of shared moans filling the empty space between your bodies and the car walls.

“Want me to crash…my BRAND new car…fuckin’ brat,” he scolded, shifting his hand from under your leg to your ankle and resting it on his shoulder. “Say you’re sorry.”

The wet, sticky, sopping noises that you generated in the back of the car had begun to rival the sound of shifting baggage. And if the grotesque sounds of intimacy didn’t cover it, your moans definitely did.

“I’m—ooh, fuck fuck fuck fuck—!” You whined, fighting the force of a nearly two-hundred-pound man and the will of god to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m— I’m sorry! Please don’t stop, Daddy!”

“Oh shit-!” He whined, feeling you flutter and pulse around his dick, his only warning of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

You painted his once grapefruit pink tip a pearly white while hot and sticky ropes of cum invaded your womb. Maybe you should have bought condoms at the pit stop.

He panted in your ear, quiet and wobbly moans sneaking their way from his lips before he suddenly froze and abruptly pulled himself off of you, covered you with a blanket, and fixed his pants. If you weren’t so completely burned out and hazy, maybe you’d conceptualize the flashing lights behind the car.

“Good afternoon, sir…you guys okay? I’m seeing a lot of movement from this car.”

“Of course, officer! Sorry, we’re on a road trip and I was getting my girlfriend situated in the back. She’s a little tired.”

It didn’t take rocket science to see. Luigi’s sparkly grin, his lack of a shirt, the foggy windows…yeah…

“Oh. I see. You two kids have a great day…but get to a hotel next time.”

“You have a nice day, officer!”

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[suzukiblu]

Day thirty of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I mean, like–it’s a little like–” Kon tries with another embarrassed wince, and burns alive, and just– “Like–it’s not as good as getting kissed, just–” 

God, he is not making this sound normal. Like not even a little bit is he making this sound normal. 

“Ohhhhh my gods,” Bernard mutters, then grabs his face again and kisses him. Kon’s still embarrassed out of his mind but like, he’s not gonna not kiss him back, obviously, so like–he kisses him back, and rewraps his arms a little tighter around him again, and just ignores the insistent demand of both his burning embarrassment and his over-optimistic dick trying trying to get–well, over-optimistic. Or like–a little ahead of itself, at least. 

Well, like, he tries to, anyway. 

It just feels, like–good, that’s all. Just–that’s all. 

Kon shouldn’t actually be embarrassed, given his entire life experience and also the fact that Bernard very clearly does not mind, but like–it just feels embarrassing, still. He shouldn’t even have said anything but it just would’ve been such a weird thing to lie about and– 

Why is he getting embarrassed so easily, some distracted part of him thinks. Like–as if he’s really–? 

“You are so hard not to, like, either fuck stupid or just cuddle into submission, it is the weirdest and most fascinating dichotomy,” Bernard informs him, leaning back from the kiss and rubbing his thumbs along the arcs of both of Kon’s cheekbones as he grins up at him. Kon feels sort of wooed. Or like–super-wooed. No pun intended or whatever. Just–wooed, yeah. Way, way too wooed. “Do you think we can make cuddle-fucking a thing because I thought we were doing a pretty good job of it the last time, so like, what are your feelings on refining the rough draft version later?” 

Yeah, Kon is way too easily embarrassed right now, what the fuck. 

“I dunno, man, I don’t know shit about editing,” he says, grinning maybe a little dopily back at the guy as he gives him a little telekinetic squeeze. “Might take a few tries, y’know? You got the stamina for that?” 

“Why did I not order any overnight-delivery sex toys when I was ordering the groceries,” Bernard mutters. “That was such an oversight on my part, truly, I am so sorry for letting down the side there. Really don’t have the equipment to put any pink kryptonite in it here, though, at least as far as I’m aware. Possibly I should’ve asked Tim about that one, come to think, but at least I could’ve gotten something standard.” 

“For literally just ‘til Monday?” Kon asks with a snicker. 

“I mean like you could keep ‘em, party favors or whatever,” Bernard replies reasonably. “But if you didn’t want ‘em I’m sure our toybox would’ve had room for a new plug and a nice fat strap.” 

Kon cannot actually even decide which one of those ideas makes him more insane–getting sent home with “party favor” sex toys to just, like–keep that Tim and Bernard had used on him, or the two of them keeping sex toys that they’d used on him. 

“You are way too good at this shit, I am not used to not being the kinkiest fucker in the conversation,” he says frankly, and Bernard laughs and gives him a quick little kiss. 

“What can I say, man, you’re inspiring me to bring my A-game,” he replies with a smug little smirk, then taps two fingers against the dip of Kon’s collarbone. “We’d definitely have let you keep the collar, though. You totally earned that.” 

Kon puts his hands over his face so he can, like, die in private for a moment, then bursts into laughter so he won’t just disassemble himself, and Bernard pushes himself up on his toes to kiss the back of his knuckles and then laughs harder, and Kon spreads his fingers to look at him while he’s still in all close and feels this weird giddy, like–warm feeling, and just, like–just really wants to kiss him some more. Like a lot more. Like so much more. 

Also he did not really remember how much he actually likes brown eyes, but he is being very strongly reminded right now. And like, that warm melty-sweet look that specifically Bernard’s eyes have is . . . a lot, definitely. 

Seriously, no wonder Tim’s so into this dude. Like–Bernard is clearly just very, very easy to get into, as a person and all.

[negrowhat]

Boss has licked and sucked every square inch of Noeul's body on camera. And Noeul still went and raised the stakes by tracing the actual outline of his dick. This was not a palming of the general area and they made sure we knew that. The split fingers took me out. Tip to root. This is some bonkers product placement for Boss's cute little old man pjs.

Noeul really shined for me in that Special Ep love scene. He gave us a sexually assertive Phu I was not expecting to see. And I shouldn't even be so shocked because we did get a glimpse of it during that scene where he gave Cir a BJ, he kinda has to give pushback at some points to show Cir that he wants these things. The difference though, is Phu's level of confidence.

Like Phu was really leading that encounter. He gave us such a firm and precise initiation. Starting off with him planting that horny seed of jealousy by mentioning that a different Cir kissed him in his dreams. And taking care to say that the kiss was so rough that it flustered him. He knew exactly what to say to tease Cir because he wanted that man to completely wreck him.

Like that was really all it took and the tiniest of pecks to get Cir in the mindset to want to fuck Phu roughly.

And when they get to that outdoor bed you can literally see Phu push on Cir's shoulders because he wanted him to sit down which Cir immediately does. When Phu climbs on top of Cir???? The hunger??? The desire??? The way he looks so determined?? Oh he wants his man real bad.

And that kiss???????????????????? The way Phu just shoves his tongue into Cir's mouth?? IDK how Cir isn't overwhelmed by his sweet little Phu being so aggressive.

And let me tell you what it was that snapped Cir's patience: Phu saying in his ear, "Let's make up P'Cir." I think that where Cir was like, "Ohhhh he's going to get it."

Then we get that INSANE dixk tracing from Phu. That's more of Phu's hunger for Cir. For that man's dixk. For his man's dixk. He wanted to make it extra, crystal clear that he desired that man carnally rn.

And even when Cir flips Phu over and that assertive and aggressive energy successfully transfers from Phu to Cir we still get that power talk from Phu as he submits to Cir. "Punish me until you're satisfied." Because ultimately what Phu wanted was to be treated roughly by Cir. He took on that assertive position to get the ball rolling because he knows how gentle Cir is with him. Coax that energy from Cir. And we get that devilish grin from Cir because he is fully committed to give Phu exactly what he wants now that he's sure it's ok.

I know that when Cir yanked Phu's hair he probably nearly creamed his pants. That fucking GASP Phu lets out??? And I just love that Cir says it's not even about punishment, he just wants to fuck Phu roughly because it's what Phu wants and he's jealous that some other Cir is trying to fulfil his desires first.

And with that they kind of remove that D/s element from the moment that Phu started to set in place because Cir doesn't want Phu to submit to him persay, he just wants to be all the 'Cir' Phu ever needs to be satisfied.

Noeul really fucking ATE this love scene up and I'd like to personally thank him for it all. That love scene is def up there with the 2 BJ scenes. And it's a treat to see BossNoeul play off each other during these scenes because they always seem to match each other's freak and they never shy away from raising the standard.

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since we were talking about connor, I'm gonna send in a lot of connor reqs 😌

this is for the tiktok trend series!!

- that trend where you tell someone "I think I'm going to go home" even when you live with that person. I think that connor would be like "??what??"

- cait🌻

of course, ml! sorry if this is trash, it’s like 4 in the morning rn 😭 also, am i lowkey projecting in the first part? yes, i am. you guys are lucky i didn’t diss mahomes. anywho, i miss Connor’s live NFL predictions 💔 pls give us another soooooon!

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Your boyfriend, Connor, is sat at the end of your shared bed, scrolling through upcoming NFL games, and occasionally giving you his predictions and opinions on them. “Babe, Chiefs vs Patriots. Who do you got?” 

“Hmmm… Patriots,” you answer, scrolling through your phone. 

Connor turns around to look at you, a bewildered expression on his face. “The Patriots?!” 

“Yeah? What’s wrong with the Pats?” you ask, eyebrows raised. 

Connor just smiles and shakes his head. “Well, they fucking suck.” 

“Hey! They’re rebuilding, chill,” you laugh. 

Connor exhales, thinking it over for a moment. “But, against the Chiefs? Okay.. you know what? I’ll go with the Pats too–just for you.” 

“How thoughtful,” you coo before the both of you go back to being in your own little worlds, sitting in a comfortable silence together. 

After a while though, you get bored. Nothing is stimulating your brain enough– so naturally, you decide to mess with your innocent boyfriend. 

You open up your phone camera, hit record, and adjust your hold to make it look natural enough to not raise any red flags. “Hey, babe?” 

“Yeah, honey?” he asks, still sitting at the end of the bed, watching some random YouTube video with the phone way too close to his face now. 

You hold back a laugh so that you don’t blow your cover. “I think I’m gonna head home.” 

“What?!” he says, his head snapping to look at you. 

You nod, keeping a pouty expression on your face so it’s harder to read you. “I’m tired so I’m gonna go home.” 

“Uhhh.. okay. You’re already here. Congratulations,” he says, a big frown on his face. 

You just sigh, dramatically. “No, babe. I’m being serious. Stop joking.” 

“I’m not joking. This is your home. We’re in our home!” he tells you in absolute disbelief. 

You toy with the blanket, avoiding eye contact, and just repeat yourself again. “I want to go home, Connor?” 

“Baby? What’s wrong? What did I do? I’m sorry,” he apologizes, not even sure of what he’s getting your forgiveness for. He gets off of the edge of the bed, and comes over, laying next to you. 

“You didn’t do anything,” you start. “I just wanna go back home, now.” 

“Baby, I’m sorry, but what home? This is our home. We picked it out together so we could spend more time with each other, remember?” he reminds you. 

You shrug, running out of things to say–you can only tell this man you want to go home so many times before it gets old. You glance up to look at him and the expression on his face is actually priceless. He’s got a mix of being confused and absolutely mortified going on. 

You watch the gears turn in his mind before he speaks up again, confidently this time. “Oh! You mean a home! You want us to get a home, and you wanna go there. You don’t wanna live here anymore. I see.” 

You get that he's trying to convince himself, but his reasoning is just insanely funny to you. Get a house? The two of you just got this apartment! 

Of course, Connor pushes on, trying his best to get the answer he’s looking for out of you. “That’s it, huh? You want a house? We could get a house.” 

You’re honestly surprised that he’s willing to move out of the apartment stage for you so soon, but you continue with the prank. “I don’t want us to get a new house together! I just wanna go home!” 

“Baby! Please! What home?! I don’t know where you think you’re going, but I’m coming too!” he says, starting to get really worked up about this. 

As much as you enjoy his cute expressions, and honestly, the attention he’s giving you–you’re ready to call this quits. There’s no reason he should be getting as stressed out as he is over a simple joke. 

You finally let a smile creep onto your face and you shake your head. “I’m kidding, babe. I’m not really trying to go to… some made up home.” 

“You scared me! Don’t do that! I thought I was losing my girl, and I didn’t even know what I was losing her to!” he says, a hand on his chest as he exhales heavily. 

You giggle and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m sorry! I was bored! But… did you actually mean that about the house?” 

“Yeah–only if you want a house, though. Do you?” he asks, pulling you closer to him by your waist and into a tight cuddle. 

You think it over for a moment. “I mean… not really. I like our apartment. It’s cozy.” 

“Okay, good, cause same,” he says with a laugh. 

“But–I do have a proposition!” you begin, pausing to build up anticipation. “We get a dog!” 

“Baby, you’ve been trying this for months. We’re not getting a dog. We can’t, sweetheart,” Connor laughs even harder at that, brushing his fingers through your hair. 

You pull back and scoff, crossing your arms. “I see how it is. Now, I’m really going home!” 

“Nooo, you are not. You’re stuck living with me forever,” he tells you as he pulls you back into him. 

“Whatever,” you say, laying your head down on his chest. “But, I am getting that dog.”

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[sylusonychinus]

Episode 8: Fragments of the Past

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The morning light filtered through the curtains of Reader’s apartment, casting a soft glow over the small space. She stretched, exhaling a slow breath. A day off. A real, honest-to-god day off. It felt strange—almost foreign—not waking up to the sharp buzz of her pager, not rushing up thirty floors to deliver coffee or clean up after the untouchable Sylus Qin.

She tied her hair up as she moved around the apartment, gathering the mess she hadn’t had time to deal with all week. The worker dorms weren’t anything luxurious, but they were hers. Her space. Unlike the penthouse, which constantly smelled like expensive cologne and trouble, her little apartment smelled like fresh laundry and something simple, something warm.

She had just finished sweeping when her phone vibrated on the counter.

Chris: Day off? Let’s hang. Your treat. 😜

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she leaned against the counter, typing back.

You: What makes you think I have money?

Chris: You live in a billionaire’s penthouse.

You: I WORK in a billionaire’s penthouse.

Chris: Same thing. C’mon, let’s go. I’ll even let you pick the place.

Reader hesitated for a moment. Maybe she should just stay home, enjoy the quiet for once. But the idea of being alone with her thoughts for too long didn’t sit right. She had been spending too much time in Sylus’s world. Maybe some normalcy was exactly what she needed.

You: Fine. But you’re buying dessert.

Chris sent back a dramatic crying emoji, and she rolled her eyes, grabbing her coat.

The streets of N109 were always alive, always moving. The towering shopping district boasted some of the most expensive brands in the world, filled with boutiques that dripped in gold and excess.

"Man, what are we doing here?" Chris whistled, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as he eyed the storefronts. "I can’t even afford to breathe in these places."

Reader smirked. "Then maybe stop inhaling so much."

Chris snorted but followed her lead, weaving through the busy streets. It wasn’t until they passed a familiar boutique that she faltered.

The same one where Sylus had zipped up her dress.

Her stomach twisted, memories rushing back—the feel of his fingers against her back, the slow glide of the zipper, the way his lips had ghosted over her skin just before he stepped away.

"You okay?" Chris’s voice snapped her back to reality.

She blinked. "Yeah, just… I was here before. With Sylus."

Chris raised a brow. "Oh? That kind of shopping trip?"

"Not like that," she huffed, pushing past him. "It was for an event."

"Uh-huh."

She ignored his teasing and kept walking, but the memories wouldn’t stop. Maria’s cruel smirk. The way she had belittled Reader in whispers, making sure Sylus wasn’t paying attention.

"Pathetic. You actually think you belong here?"

Reader clenched her fists.

Maria had done everything in her power to make her feel small. And yet… Sylus had never once looked at her like she was out of place.

Even if he was frustrating beyond belief, even if his teasing drove her insane, he never made her feel lesser.

"You’re making that face," Chris said.

"What face?"

"The 'I’m thinking about my ridiculously rich fake fiancé' face."

She scoffed. "I do not have a—"

"You do."

"Shut up, Chris."

They wandered deeper into the district, ending up at a quiet little café nestled between the towering storefronts. Reader ordered an iced coffee, Chris got some overpriced fancy drink, and they both split a plate of pastries that neither of them could pronounce.

"Alright," Chris said, leaning back. "Let’s talk about something fun. Like how I’m gonna be rich one day."

Reader snorted. "Oh yeah? What’s the plan?"

"Marry rich. Obviously."

She laughed, shaking her head. "And here I thought you had ambition."

"I do. I’m ambitious about being a trophy husband."

They ate, they talked, and for the first time in a long time, Reader felt… normal. No billionaires. No auctions. No fake engagements. Just her and a friend, sitting in a café, wasting time like any other person.

After lunch, they wandered into an ice cream shop, a small place tucked between luxury boutiques. Reader picked her usual flavor, while Chris experimented with something ridiculous that had gold flakes in it.

"You’re seriously eating gold?" she asked.

Chris took a dramatic bite. "Tastes like capitalism."

She shook her head, smiling as they made their way toward the river. The cool breeze rolled in as they sat on the railing, ice cream in hand, looking out at the water. The Onychinus Casino loomed in the distance, its golden lights flickering against the darkening sky.

Chris let out a low whistle. "You ever wonder how people like Sylus end up with everything?"

Reader was quiet for a moment before answering. "They take it."

Chris hummed. "Yeah. Makes sense." He glanced at her. "So… what’s the deal with you and him, really?"

She exhaled. "It’s complicated."

"It always is."

She hesitated before speaking again. "Before all this—before Sylus—I had a different life."

Chris stayed quiet, waiting.

"I was in an accident years ago. A car crash." She swallowed. "I don’t remember much from before it happened."

Chris frowned. "You lost your memory?"

"Not all of it. Just… pieces." She stared at the river. "Some things are clear, others are just—gone. It’s like trying to remember a dream that slips away the moment you wake up."

Chris didn’t say anything right away, just watched her. "And Sylus?"

Reader let out a small laugh. "He’s impossible. Frustrating. Arrogant. But sometimes…" She hesitated. "Sometimes, I feel like I’ve met him before. Like I should remember something about him. But no matter how hard I try, there’s just—nothing."

Chris didn’t push. He just sighed, stretching his arms. "Well, if he’s as rich as he is annoying, maybe he can buy you new memories."

She snorted. "If only it worked that way."

The city lights shimmered in the distance, and for a moment, she let herself get lost in the quiet.

That night, Reader tossed and turned, caught in the grip of a dream that felt too real.

She was small. Cold. The scent of rain filled the air.

A voice called out to her, muffled and distant.

"Don’t cry."

Her chest ached.

The dream shifted.

The sound of tires screeching. Glass shattering. A sickening crunch.

Pain.

She gasped, body jolting upright, heart pounding.

The memory was gone before she could grasp it, slipping through her fingers like sand.

But the ache in her chest remained.

And somehow, she knew—whatever she had forgotten, whatever was buried in the past—it wasn’t finished with her yet.

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[mapofsouthdakota]

Maps rambles - Caleb’s myth - episode 1

My first two cents on the matter to the void aka “How I lost my mind over a fictional man’s myth card”

🎨 The color palette

Let me just start with this because I’m an unapologetic art freak—how orange and purple as a color combo is actually insane (in the best way)? From Itten’s color theory perspective, they’re both secondary colors, which means they don’t naturally “belong” together… and yet when you pair them? Instant drama. High contrast. Visual tension.

It’s literally the Caleb energy palette.

This part is important because it ties into something I go into more detail about later in the spoiler section.

Bonus: when you mix orange and purple, you get this lovely burnt sienna. You can literally see those warm, moody notes in the artwork for the event banner. All dramatic like a walking sunset with feelings. Peak aesthetic. Peak emotional damage. 10/10 color story.

I’m over here channeling my inner Raf, whispering “it’s so beautiful”. My high school days were good days

🚨MYTH SPOILERS AHEAD 🚨

🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️The first escape

The first thing you see together? Summer.

And not just the season—the whole feeling of it. Sunlight you can almost taste.

Caleb means “faithful,” which, sure, fits now that you know Caleb. But that’s not really what you picked in that moment, you choose Xia Yizhou (夏以昼). Which means summer. You chose it because you felt warmth. Brightness. You felt his name.

(Also, he probably said summer in the actual Chinese version—and that’s why you ended up choosing it. But ahhh, I just love rambling about the impeccable attention to details that we have been served.)

And okay—this is a tiny nod to my own fanfics—but I’ve always imagined Caleb loves his name in this almost eerie way. It’s special to him. Sacred, even. That’s why I snuck those moments into chapters 4 and 8 of The Maze. He wants you to say it. Say his name. Say it again. And again and again and again. (Okay but I might have a BDSM fic marinating in my drafts where he makes you say his name like… a gazillion times. For reasons.)

🫰The pinky promise

Don’t even get me started—I need to go back and replay Borrowed Promise because those two dorks are pining me so hard.

🙉 The face cupping

You saw that, right? The way hands cradled his face? The same way we saw it happen in Hidden Waves. Don’t play with me.

👨‍🍳 The cooking/tasting

I’m not okay. The tasting. The way he makes you experience every flavor—sweet, salty, bitter. How Infold has woven this into his character in the current timeline? Eternal. Awe. He’s still making you feel, sense. Teaching you how to savor everything good.

Let me just remind us all of that one café interaction. Where he says he wants to try apple juice in his coffee. Like—what even is that? Who does that? And then we can actually answer him, dead serious, “try adding a squeeze of lemon.”

No wonder! Caleb has literally taught you everything you know about taste in this myth—and he just keeps doing it in the current timeline like it’s his full-time job. Caleb’s out here crafting a five-course sensation education in the name of love. Sir.

🪁 The paper folding

Caleb’s gift in the café—a paper plane. Like. Come on. We are out here folding origami for eternity at this point. That’s it. That’s the whole love language. Silent, delicate passion disguised as craft. I’m going to scream.

🏠The loneliness and home

Watching him through the mirror. Hearing him speak when he thinks no one’s listening. “Goodnight, my one and only,” he says. Every. Single. Night. I thought Infold would stop stabbing me in the heart after that. Nope.

Then there’s the loneliness vs being home thing. Being home together. Finding home together. Home being together with Caleb. Caleb being home together with you. He’s your home, and you are his.

Another nod to one of my own fics—Drenched Homecoming (yes, I’m referencing myself like the madwoman I am). But seriously, these two have their own definition of what “home” means, and it’s so gosh darn cute and freakish I might combust.

It. Does. Not. End. Why are they like this? They’re literally not meant to fit (like the color palette)—and yet they do. So perfectly it hurts.

🍎The gege trope

I don’t speak Chinese and my Japanese is a mess, but after obsessing over Caleb for the past 65ish days straight, I have to say this:

If they used “gege” in Chinese or “oniisan” in Japanese, then that one line—“What does the word friend mean to you?”—just hits different.

It’s not about the actual definitions of gege or oniisan. It’s about your own meaning of “friend/brother”. One word you’ve assigned to Caleb after he stated that he was your “friend/brother”. The word “friend/brother” becomes sacred—not because of language, but because of him. Aka the attributes you assign Caleb.

💥 The ending

I’m just gonna drop this here.

I analyzed one of Caleb’s tattoo’s from the Tomorrow’s Catch 22 banner. I found some interesting stuff about the B12 bomb (an apocalyptic event but with the potential for rebirth) and B12 in alchemical traditions (key to spiritual or physical transformation). Seer confirmed.

❓The big question

Is Caleb remembering all of this? And like Sylus (but in his own quiet way), is he trying to help you remember too? His name. The face-touching. The paper plane. The amusement park. Feeling your pain in another timeline. Never being apart.

Infold has gifted us the most delicious easter egg and you better believe I’m cracking that thing open before actual Easter.

On that note: Can we please please please get a Nightly Rendezvous rerun, but this time with Caleb added? I’m begging. I need a robe slightly slipping off his shoulder in low lighting, preferably on the surface of a moon.

Alright, time for a walk with my dog. What a day. If you feel like diving into the chaos that is Caleb’s myth broken down by yours truly, don’t be shy. I fully welcome any and all discussion. I’ll replay it tomorrow for sure, then finish the The Bear AU pilot yaay

I remain,

Maps 🫶🏻

[art-crosternum]

Finn

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

*slams hands on table*

it’s HERE !!!!!!

[yuwuta]

i know i write and i yearn but—and maybe this is naive and unrealistic but idc—i would rather drink a denim jacket through a metal straw than date any man i’ve ever encountered in my life bc why would i give up my alone time and start splitting things 50/50 if i was already paying for everything myself 😭

[the-lark-ascending69]

If Robin were a boy she'd be everyone's favorite character but since she's a girl she only gets to be Steve's gay best friend.

[the-acid-pear]

the more i think about kris the more my insanity increases tbh there's just so much nuance with not only them but also the player and their relationship and it's layes upon layers of them and i keep tryin to peel them off inside my brain and its going to turn me into a dc villain or something

[kavehayati]

Lord give me energy today eueueue

[babieken]

I was expecting so much more from Again My Life considering lee jungi was its main character but it was such a let down...

[succubusvalentine]

I got a lot of requests for disgusting Simon Riley again so uh. A lot of you wanted me to elaborate on Simon sharing videos and photos of you with the 141... CW : backshots, recording and taking photos during sex, soapy tits, sharing, cum, groping.

They have a lot of requests. But they're all different based on who asks.

Johnny loved getting photos of your ass and videos of you bent over from behind, Simons hips slamming against yours over and over. Simon had walked in on Johnny multiple times fisting his cock to the video of Simon fucking you from behind and then pulling out to come on your ass.

Kyle preferred photos of your tits and videos of them bouncing. His favourite was videos of you bouncing on Simons cock. Simon always making sure to grab at your tits with his free hand. Simon even went the extra mile and recorded a video of you soaping up your tits and letting Simon roll them in his large palm.

Now John, he wasn't a thigh man, ass man, not even a tit man. No, he loved watching your mouth. Simon was slightly surprised when John revealed that to him. But he didn't object. He sent videos of your lips wrapped around his cock, your eyes watering as Simon tells you to do a good job, wouldn't want to disappoint his captain, now, would we? John also loved the videos of you on your knees while Simon stands above you. Your jaw being tugged open and Simons thumb hooking into the side of your mouth while you stare obediently at him.

At first you felt self conscious about Simon sharing you at your most vulnerable, but after Simon had shown you his teammates responses of pure need and desire in their group chat, your nerves were swiftly calmed and you leaned into the attention.

You also noticed that now whenever you came onto base to drop off something Simon left at home or to drop off the lunch for him, you'd get lingering stares from his teammates. Hands groping your ass, waist, and hips, when they give you a hug.

And when you were added to the group chat? That was a whole different story.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

oh oh oh oh different colours. not just pink. thoughts? concerns? anyhoo, yeah guys actually really like soapy tiddies its insane.

[ms-demeanor]

Sometimes college professors like to hop on my posts lamenting the sorry state of syllabi these days and joke about how they haven't thought that far ahead in the course themselves, or talk about how they struggle to complete a schedule for their students.

With all due respect, that's your job. If you can't do your job, you should have a different job. If you need help, ask your colleagues or your department chair or *someone* because I know that professors aren't given a hell of a lot of education on how to educate, so you probably *need* help.

But every single time I make one of those posts I get anywhere from ten to thirty messages, replies, reblogs, and asks say "oh man, that's exactly why I had to drop out of school; I couldn't keep up with the assignments because I didn't know when they were due until the week they were due."

I have been a college student in three separate decades, and "not having a schedule of assignments in the syllabus" is new to my experience. That shit didn't fly in the 2000s or 2010s and I think it likely has to do with professors being overly reliant on apps.

AT A MINIMUM your syllabus should have:

Contact information (including preferred method of contact) for the professor

Office Hours

Grading Policy

Assignment schedule.

Your assignment schedule doesn't necessarily need to have the exact page numbers of every reading or a full assignment sheet for each project, but it should have things like:

December 1st - Major Project 3 second draft due December 9th - Quiz 10 December 12th - Major Project 3 final draft due December 15th - Final Exam

If you end up presenting a more thorough schedule with readings and homework later, that is acceptable to present a week or two into the semester but it is absolutely insane to me that students these days don't know what homework they're going to have to get done over Thanksgiving break during the first couple weeks of class.

If I had three professors at once who didn't give me a schedule, how on earth would I know if I was going to have to read three chapters of a novel, take a midterm and turn in two stats homework assignments, and complete a history research paper the same week that I'm planning to travel to see family? If I'm aware of this from the beginning of the semester I can make sure not to pick up extra shifts, or I can plan to leave a day later to accommodate the midterm, or I can start working on the paper early to complete it before the due date but if I don't know what's going to be due when, I'm going to have a big problem.

If you don't give your students a schedule you are communicating that you don't care about their schedule, and that you think it's their responsibility to contort their life (and their job, and their other classes) around your class, and honestly my advice to students in that situation is "drop in the first week and pick up another class". That's actually part of why I recommend signing up for one more class than you can really manage - if you get a professor whose class looks like it's going to be a disaster because they don't have a schedule, you can bail before the withdrawal period and get a refund for the class.

I'm only in one class this semester but the professor's response has fully dropped me into "Fuck it, I guess I'll fail" mode and I don't even know if I can pull myself out of my current D grade because I don't know how many assignments we have left in the semester.

This is a shitty way to run a class. If you can't do better than this, you shouldn't be running a class.

[prlssprfctn]

Every time another joke about Batman/Bruce Wayne passes by me, I can't help but imagine that the whole rumour about these two dating was originally (and probably accidentally) created by Bruce himself.

Just imagine, a teen Bruce, still only starting with his vigilante career, makes a crucial mistake - he pays with his own credit card in front of people, while being Batman. A stupid, absolutely instinctive mistake, but in his defence he wasn't sleeping normally for a week, and had an open wound in his stomach that day, so. Whoops.

And then someone asks Bruce Wayne about it, in front of a thousand cameras. And he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

Reporter: So, mister Wayne, recently citizens had reported that they saw Batman paying for the damage in the city... with your credit card. Care to explain details behind this?

Bruce, smiling stupidly: Oh, he is my ex. I sometimes sponsor him.

The crowd: (goes wild)

Alfred, starting at the interview back in the Batcave: ...We are never going to get rid of this, are we?

And guess what? They don't!

Bruce thinks that with time passing, with his love interests switching and new rumours spawning in the world, they might forget about it. He was young, he was stupid - he fucked up, alright?

But decades pass. He has a whole football team of kids. Everyone still ship Bruce and Batman.

And when this stupid video accidentally gets resurfaced on the internet again, his family goes insane. They start creating even more stupid rumours on galas.

Reporter: Mister Wayne... For years now, the crowds are speculating... Who is exactly your mother, and where is she now?

Damian, sighing pitifully: My father and my mother don't enjoy contacting each other, sadly. My mom says that their relationship was just a rebound; father desperately tries to forget Batman... Still, to this day.

Bruce, gripping the glass of champagne: ...

Talia, watching this interview with Ra's: Now, that's my son right there.

Dick: Oh, why I was screaming at Batman in the middle of the street a few days ago? Oh, this bastard- I mean, this respectable vigilante, he dared to get in the argument with Bruce. He can't really leave him alone, really! They are so insane about each other... So toxic, but so, uh, captivating... But you know, Bruce! He has such a fragile heart...

Gotham: Aw-w, poor mister Wayne!

Bruce, sighing: Jesus Christ.

Tim, shaking his head to the camera: I hate Red Robin, really. Did you know that his existence is just a direct offence to my father? Yeah, actually, Batman took this kid under his wing with another man - I am not going to tell who - to make dad jealous. This is disgusting!

Jason, who returned from the death by pretending that all this time he was under the child protection system after becoming an accidental witness of the second Robin's death: Oh, yeah, it was tough... Poor kid exploded in front of my eyes! Reporter: But, mister Todd-Wayne, what were you doing in that warehouse?

Jason, wiping fake tears: They were like my divorced parents, you know... Batman and Bruce. Batman really tried to mend things with dad back then, and wanted me to like him... We just wanted to spend some time together with him, and that Robin kid... God, it was terrible... Batman refuses to contact me now. I miss my second dad...

Bruce, back in the Batcave, watching as Batman's reputation goes lower and lower: ........................... Alfred: Well, master Bruce... Bruce: Not a word. Al. Please.

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're No Good Masterlist/ Clan Leader Geto headcanons

Part One - Part Two -Part Three - Part four- Part five (happy ending)- Part Six(angst ending)

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty in places, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and an ass. Gonna be angsty and emotional, and messy- possible open ending -Six parts- WC so far - 28k

Playlist -Headcanons below! (More hcs here)

Clan Leader Geto who finds out he's forced to marry a human of all things!? A pathetic, pretty human with absolutely no cursed energy, so he detests you on sight.

Clan Leader Geto is disgusted by the thought of having to be with you, he certainly doesn't want to kiss you at the wedding. Sure he sleeps with members of his cult, and he can see you're gorgeous, but mortals just have no pull for him. When you're walking up in these pretty white robes for their wedding day, he tries not to even look in your direction.

Clan Leader Geto doesn't realize you are terrified, you've heard just how insane this curse user is, and you certainly don't want to be with someone like this. Sure, he's a beautiful man, his long silky black hair, his violet eyes that land on you for just a moment, he's tall and has the perfect jaw line, but you can't be interested in him, when full of fear. But, you must do your duty.

Clan Leader Geto leans down and gives you a perfunctory kiss as you all get married, you see all the women who are obsessed with him whispering about you, making you lower your head, as Suguru tries to figure out just what it was that he felt from you, glaring and grabbing your wrist. 'do you have any cursed energy?' you pull back your hand. 'you already know the answer' so why then does he feel something odd from your energy!?

Clan Leader Geto decides to ignore whatever thoughts those are, laughing and having a goblet of wine as he talks amongst the actual people that matter, the people with cursed energy, and unfortunately the members of the Geto clan, who annoy him to no end. But he tolerates them, as they help him garner more power, after all. When he sees someone dancing along with you at the party, something makes his jaw clench, and why!?

Clan Leader Geto is forced to have to spend the night in the luxurious room they have set up for the two of you, he walks in and sees you in some translucent nightgown, which hits him in the gut, and he can't really figure out why, except he is a man, and his body is reacting, but he just narrows violet eyes at you, while you're brushing your hair in the mirror. You stand up nervously, giving him just a little lowering of your head, before you look at him with frightened eyes, he chuckles a bit, undoing his green and gold belt, then untying his hair, letting it fall softly.

Clan Leader Geto steps to you with an open robe, showcasing a strong chest and defined abdomen, his perfect skin stretched to fit such muscles, stepping closer as he assesses you, murmuring 'guess we should get this over with' your heart beats out of your chest, completely unsure of just what that entails aside from what you've heard, you've been very sheltered as his promised bride. 'must we?' you ask, earning his mean laugh. 'I don't want to anymore than you do, monkey' you glare now, undoing your gown and letting it fall to your feet, watching his thin nostrils flare, his lips part.

Clan Leader Geto is momentarily stunned at the sight of your body, cock already straining in his pants, he instantly hates you more for your stupid effects, as you step to the futon, decorated in blacks and reds, spreading your legs and showing a perfect, pretty little pussy making his mouth water, not that he'd admit it. He disrobes and you see his cock, huge, he steps forward, grabbing you by your hair then, tilting your chin up. 'Do you even know what to do?' your jaw clenches, as he leans forward, the prick of him pulling your hair making you want to cry out in pain. 'no, I do not, but I'm ready'

Clan Leader Geto chuckles, pressing you pack and grabbing you by your hips, before sucking on his two fingers, lewd as his cheeks hollow, then sinking them in your cunt, making you cry out at the stretch. He is cursing internally that you're that tight, because he won't in fact fit easily. 'Tsk, now I'll have to prep a monkey, detestable' you gasp at him, hips arching up 'and I have to fuck a psycho, detestable' at that Suguru snaps, curling his fingers up and hitting some spot that makes you gush down his fingers, as he scissors them faster and faster, nipping at your breasts, earning your smack and his glare 'you dare smack me?' you panic, realizing your folly, but he's hitting some spot that feels too good, so now you're panting, as his cock is leaking precum, ready to slip inside

Clan Leader Geto sinks into your tight entrance, he gives you no mercy or room to adjust, eyes dilated as he sinks so deep you're screaming out, nails digging into his biceps, still scowling at him 'get it o-over with' you whisper, he tries to stifle a moan at how good you feel, better than anything, wondering just what the fuck you are. 'oh, so done with me already, monkey?' he taunts, pumping in and out of your tight little cunt then, and you ignore how good it starts to feel, holding in every sigh, just glaring 'just give me your heir quickly' he loses himself then, burying his face in your neck, there he can allow his eyes to shut in ecstasy, as he fucks into you, feeling your walls flutter despite your words

Clan Leader Geto wants to hear your moans but you refuse out of spite, but when he leans up and pushes up your thighs, and his huge, veiny length is hitting your cervix, you have to cover your face, earning him yanking your wrists down. 'I'll look upon you' he pins your wrists up, fucking harder and harder until you can't stop the orgasm that happens, making you whimper, eyes rolling back, mouth open in this slutty O, and Suguru can't take how sexy you look, he busts so deep inside you, cumming more than he ever has, loads of hot sticky white ropes deep, and he pauses then, as your eyes lock on each other, just staring at you for far too long before you glare 'you're all done, could you get off me?'

Clan Leader Geto fucks you the next night, but he's tired of you acting like you don't like it, so he leans back on his knees, seeing the bulge of his cock in your tummy, finding your clit with his thumb and watching you fall apart, thighs clenching his hips as you whine pathetically. 'stop that!' he chuckles now 'why, monkey?' you grip his wrist, feeling the climax starting, the pressure in your tummy when he rolls it in circles 'just cum inside me, stop doing th-that!' Suguru can't stop, not when he watches you fall apart, feels you cumming all over his cock, no he needs to get you off again. Using it as an excuse to keep cum inside you, he's fingering his cum back in you the next night, making you jerk and twitch, and then he realizes he just needs more.

Clan Leader Geto can't STOP thinking about fucking you again, and again, to the point he's got you in his office, fucking up into you leaned back in his seat, then he decides no he needs more, and he's got you cockwarming him as he starts his cult meetings. He toys with your clit as you soak his cock, chuckling in your ear - 'you're so slutty now, huh' earning you clenching your pussy so tight he almost busts, scowling at you. You hate him more when he's licking your pussy soon, you're yanking dark locks, the feel of his tastebuds in your pussy is far too much 'this isn't how heirs are m-made, just f-fuck me, you psycho' you try to detatch his mouth, but it's already sucking on your clit, as he gets this taste of you, he's ended, and can't stop, only pulling up with glossy lips and dilated eyes to smirk up at you 'it'll help make... heirs, foolish monkey' you shake your head and he's chuckling as he's lapping up your wetness 'orgasms help it take, hmm?'

Clan Leader Geto finds every opportunity to eat out his new bride, with the intention of course of getting her pregnant sooner! there is no other reason, he justifies, couldn't be that your taste drives him insane, or feeling your walls quivering around his tongue makes him cum from just that, soon you're just getting eaten out and he's not fucking you, making you cum over and over on his mouth, whenever he asks you to see him, that's what he's doing, and you're starting to forget how awful he is, your stupid head too fucked up from orgasms. His assistant walks in on his head buried between your thighs, the one he used to fuck actually, and she clears her throat as Suguru looks at her and glares - 'what- m'busy' you close your legs nervously, adjusting your robes as the assistant sighs 'we have that cult meeting, Mr. Geto' he frowns, because he'd rather eat you out than do that, and you remember then, he's horrible and psychotic, and hop off, leaving in a rush.

Clan Leader Geto finds you crying later because the people in his group are calling you worthless, a monkey, this and that, things he calls you, but for some reason he's infuriated, as he sees tears streak down your face 'I hate it here! I do!' you're shutting him out now, as you realize you're the only human in a place full of people who don't want you to exist, mainly your husband, a husband although you've had sex with countless times, you have never even kissed, a husband who hates you. After ignoring him for weeks, he begins to jerk off to the thought of you, begins to take your underwear and lick it, as he strokes his cock, ignoring every advance, too stubborn to admit he wants more with you. How can he!? You're a stupid monkey after all, so he just keeps pleasuring himself as you pull away, as you lock your door, until you finally come in and say - 'I'm pregnant, it's... we don't have to again' and Suguru drops to his knees.

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