#but when you put the two of them together it cancels out their brains and they become the biggest idiots ever

[ednacrabapple]

I really love how stupid Nadja and Nandor are when they’re together

[foone]

BTW as a trekkie the funniest thing you can do is find someone who isn't and try to explain Spock's Brain to them.

"so trek got canceled after two seasons, but fans launched a massive letter-writing campaign and got it renewed. First time that'd happened in the history of TV, I believe. They came back with an episode called Spock's Brain."

"interesting. So what's the plot?"

"aliens steal Spock's Brain"

"what. And what else?"

"no that's pretty much it. His brain gets stoled. They have to go find it."

"huh. Why do the aliens steal it?"

"they need a computer to run their society."

"and they decide to use Spock's Brain?"

"yep! So the Enterprise crew rigs up a remote control device for Spock's body so they can drive it around like a toy car, and go looking for his brain."

"wait. They don't leave it behind in, like, medical stasis?"

"nah they're worried they won't be able to get the brain back to his body in time. So they bring it along. As a remote controlled body. They've got a little remote with like 5 buttons. Walk forward, turn left, turn right, Kung-fu attack, and so on"

"attack?"

"yeah they have to fight off the aliens at one point. With Spock's body."

"huh."

"the best part? The ultimate moral of the episode seems to be against gender segregation"

"WHAT"

"yeah see the aliens who stole Spock's Brain are a bunch of cavemen living on the nuclear-winter surface and a bunch of women living below ground, with PAIN RAYS. the women steal Spock's Brain to run their society, because they're not smart enough to run their machines."

"that seems... Sexist?"

"yeah a bit. So at the end when they get Spock's Brain back, they solve the society's problems by convincing them to reintegrate the sexes and work together on solving their problems. Also Kirk says something like 'in time you'll learn that women can provide not only pain, but pleasure!' to the cave men"

"... Do the women have pleasure rays too?"

"no. He's not talking about that. Anyway this is all skipping over the fact that when they meet up with the alien woman they saw steal Spock's Brain, she doesn't know how to put it back in. Or take it out. She doesn't know what a brain is."

"what"

"yeah she was sent on this mission by the old computer that was failing, and it used a Teacher Machine to temporarily give her SUPER SURGERY skills to get the brain out."

"so she went from not knowing what a brain is to being able to do neurosurgery?"

"yeah. And here's the thing: McCoy can't put the brain back in either. It's too compilated for him."

"so they went searching for Spock's Brain, knowing that they had no way to put it back in?!"

"exactly! So McCoy gets taught how to do Super Brain Surgery by the Teacher Machine, and he starts putting Spock's Brain back in his body, but the skills wear off before he can finish"

"they wear off?"

"yeah you only get them for a few hours. So he has the brilliant idea of hooking up Spock's vocal cords so that Spock can walk him through hooking up the rest of his brain."

"there are so many reasons why that doesn't make sense"

"YEP! THAT'S SPOCK'S BRAIN!"

"so this was a guest writer who never worked before or again, right?"

"no, it was Gene Coon. He wrote like 15 episodes, most of them pretty good, and went on to do some other scifi films. He's the guy who created Khan."

"why do you like Star Trek again?"

[squinch-depraved]

CAN U DO COOL SEXY HOT READER TAKES SCHLATTS VIRGINITY?! but aged down like they’re both in college together

this one had me giggling and kicking my feet when i received it

reader and schlatt are both 20 (my age :3) (ok so i have/will never go to college so i hope this makes sense also lc!schlatt because he will not leave my brain)

CW: breeding kink if u squint, does this count as corruption kink? idk

you had a few classes together, ended up being partners for a project

actually got along surprisingly well

hung out a few times a week for a month or two

and then it was more frequent

almost every day this dude would just show up at your apartment; you have no idea how he came to know your schedule

if it wasn't him you'd be scared

and like, it's not because he doesn't look scary- he does, he's tall as fuck and has this serial killer stare

but you're not afraid of him because every time he's around you he acts like a complete loser

he stares at you when he thinks you aren't looking, a look of obsession in his eyes

the focus he has on your reflection as you put on lip gloss in the mirror is unmatched in any of his classes

you were supposed to be going to a party together, evident by your outfit that he can't decide if he likes or not- it shows a lot of skin, and while that'd be fine if it was just you two, there's bound to be lots of other guys eyeing you up all night

and he just can't stand the thought of that!

so what is he to do but fake receiving a text saying some faculty were crashing the event and it would be best to stay home?

and you were astounded at this boy's nerve, you got this dressed up? you looked this good? and he pretends the function's cancelled?

but you go along with it, pretending to be bummed out, playing his little game with him

"damn. was really hoping to get some dick tonight," you sigh

his brain kinda short circuits

and he mumbles something

hook, line, and

"what? sorry, i couldn't hear you, the music's loud," you tilt your head, turning down the volume

"i said i'm right here."

sinker :)

you snort derisively at him

"what makes you think i want you?"

you two had talked a lot in the months you had known each other, and sex came up a few times

you knew (before even talking to him) that he was a virgin

and he knew (before even talking to you) that you were a slut

but god, he needed you the second he saw you- needed you to be his first. his only.

so he swallows his pride and looks up at you from his spot on your floor with the most pitiful eyes

"i don't think you want me. i think i want you and you need a service for the night."

"a service?? jesus, schlatt, don't kid yourself. you wouldn't be doing shit, i'd be the one doing all the work because you have no clue what you're doing."

"then teach me," he begs. his voice is like you've never heard it before, whiny and breathy

and you roll your eyes before giving in, reaching a hand down to help him up

you guide him to lay down on your bed and he just sits there all tense, unable to relax because he's so nervous

until you tell him to take his pants off

and he's tearing them over his thighs, and they're down on the floor

and the tent in his boxers?

jesus christ

you figured he would be on the bigger side, but he looked massive, and you couldn't even clearly see his length yet

you sit there for a bit, taking in the sight of him splayed out amongst your stuffed animals

only hot bitches have stuffies on their beds, btw

and his face is sooo red, his breathing is uneven, his eyes are running all over your body

"have you like... ever been touched?" you ask him, unsure of how gentle you need to be

but gentle is not what he wants, not at all

"yeah. just... not all the way."

he can't meet your eyes now

so you smirk and climb over to him, hopping on top of him and savoring the whimper he lets out when you sit down on his clothed bulge

"and you want me to be your first time going all the way?"

you use one finger to tilt his chin to look at you

and he just melts

nodding while he stares into your eyes with pure adoration

the eye contact is intense, you find it hard to tear your gaze from his

but eventually you lean in and kiss him, taking his head in your hands

schlatt moans into your mouth when you slide your tongue in, giving in completely and letting you explore his mouth

and when you bite his bottom lip slightly when you pull away?

he moans sooo sluttily

you're grinding down onto his lap at this point, enjoying the constant noises the friction pulls from his lips

he's fucking mortified but he has to grab your hips super tightly and try to get you to stop

because if you keep going like this, he's gonna finish in his boxers and he thinks he would have to leave and never see you again if that happened

so you take pity on him, stopping your movements to press kisses to his neck

which he finds out he also loves

"is it okay if i leave marks?" you whisper in his ear

and his dick throbs so hard

"please," he responds in a quiet voice, staring at the ceiling while he pictures his friends seeing the evidence of him fucking the hottest person on campus

you oblige wayyy too eagerly, biting down hard and sucking deep purple marks all over his exposed neck

only pulling away when he was littered with dark bruises and teeth marks

the whole time he was letting out the cutest noises, gasping and groaning and sputtering how good you felt

silly boy, he has no idea what he's in for

once you're done having fun marking your territory, you scoot back and peel his boxers off

and you try not to react, but your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing up and smacking his abdomen

he takes in your hungry expression and mistakes it for something negative

"what? wha's wrong?"

he sounds so scared

it takes you a few gruelling seconds before you shake your head and respond

"nothing, just. holy shit," you mumble

"what???" schlatt asks, sitting up slightly

"you're fucking huge, dude!! that's all, jesus... i just needed a second to process, sorry."

ego boosted

you will never hear the end of that

but anyways

he stutters, unable to finish whatever he was saying when you take him in your hand and stroke him gently

your eyes are trained on his groin, his on your face while you greedily watch as you play with him

he's so fucking loud

bucking his hips up into your hand

you're barely doing anything, he's that desperate for your touch

when you take his tip in your mouth, he lets out a strained gasp and tries to cover his mouth with his hand

you laugh mockingly and pull it from his face

"i wanna hear you!! this isn't as fun if i don't get to hear those pathetic noises you keep making," you tease

he just groans, eyes fluttering, and tilts his head back, giving in to how good you're making him feel

you smile at him and take as much of him into your mouth as you can, plunging him deep into your throat and making sloppy noises as you suck on him

he sounds like a fucking WHORE, whining and fucking up into your face

you let him have his fun, but pull off when he starts breathing a lot faster

he opens his eyes in surprise and cries out at the loss of contact, chest heaving

"why the fuck would you stop???"

he's so desperate, it's adorable

"can't have you cumming down my throat, then i can't ride you, can i?"

you raise one brow as you ask him, and he reaches his hand to hold yours subconsciously

a glance at his large fingers intertwining with yours stirs something in your stomach and you realize for the first time that you're really enjoying this

"please..." he trails off, unsure of what he's asking for

you watch his face for a moment, inspecting his needy expression, and decide to take pity on him

he watches you so intensely as you take off your jean shorts

and nearly creams himself when you just rip a hole in your fishnets instead of properly taking them off

and the seconds are dragging by so slowly as you position yourself on top of him

until you meet his eyes, asking for permission, and he nods vigorously

and you just sink down onto him, plunging his entire length between your velvet walls

schlatt's eyes glaze over as he stares up at you; he's never felt anything so good

you give him a few minutes to take in how soft you are on the inside before starting to move your hips

he groans with every bounce, so loud that you make a mental note to apologize to your roommate later in case they're home and hearing this

"you can touch me, y'know? you don't gotta just lay there and take it," you pant as you work masterfully on top of him

a more passionate grunt than usual leaves his lips and he immediately snakes his hands up to rest on your ass, squeezing and kneading it like he's holding on for dear life

and, maybe he feels like he is. you're riding him so fucking well that he swears he's dreaming, and his grip on your behind may well be the only thing keeping him grounded

it doesn't take long before he tells you what you had expected, but what he adds at the end throws you for a loop

"i'm gonna cum, but please, please don't stop. just keep going, i can go a few more rounds. please, y/n, i'm begging you," he stutters out

you clench around him and he yells, nails leaving deep angry crescent marks in the flesh of your rear end as he paints your insides white

about a minute later, he catches his breath somewhat and asks, "can i fuck you now?"

he sounds so sweet

like he really wants to make you feel good

so you let him try, positioning yourself on your hands and knees in front of him so that he can hit from behind

takes him a second to get the position right but he slides right in and starts going at you hard

you can't help the moans that slip out, and every noise you make spurs him on to keep going harder, faster, deeper

he's trying so hard to make you cum, you can tell, but he's so inexperienced that he finishes in you again before he can get you anywhere close

so when he lets out a frustrated, "fuck!" you reach behind you to grab his hand and bring it around to your front, lining his fingers up with your clit

"feel that? that's what you're looking for," you pant, pushing your ass as flush against him as you could. "play with it, see if you can figure it out on your own, and it's okay if you can't, i'm here to teach you."

he lets out a deep breath and starts thrusting again, rubbing circles into your sensitive nub

you continue to let out noises so he knows what works for you and what doesn't, and you've gotta hand it to him, he's a really fast learner

because it takes like five minutes before him slamming into you combined with the pattern of figure-eights he settled on tracing on your clit makes you cum

you get unbelievably tight around him as you climax, and the sound of you screaming his name makes his eyes roll back into his head while he spills in you one final time

you collapse when he pulls out, instructing him to help you to the bathroom

gotta teach him the importance of aftercare, right?

so he picks you up and carries you to the toilet, setting you down gently on your feet before stepping out and closing the door behind him to give you your privacy

best believe he stays right outside the door, though

he's not going anywhere for a long time. you're his now

[genshin-impacted]

so close (yet so far)

[Alhaitham x Reader]

You ask Alhaitham to be friends with benefits with you. (The both of you overestimate your ability to not get your feelings involved.)

word count: 11k* (one-shot)

notes: heavily nsfw**, female reader; "you", inexperienced!reader, friends to fwb to lovers, unrequited to mutual pining, modern au (reader and alhaitham went to hs together), some profanity, brief body insecurity on reader's side

*split into three main parts: one part is Alhaitham's POV btw a speed demon possessed me to write this much (im kidding; my friend put brain worms in me)

**oral sex, brief descriptions of face fucking, 69, car sex, dirty talk, face sitting, thigh fucking

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Dating apps vary in tone and quality, you find out firsthand. Certain ones call for one-night stands and hook ups and others are prone to less of them (but they will always be there). You don't feel like you can make genuine relationships with people without meeting them first, but you figure you should give it a chance at least before giving up.

You are close to doing so when you show up for a date, and he cancels last minute.

"Ugh, man..." You sigh, putting your phone away after seeing the apologetic text. You won't blame your date: it may as well be a real emergency, but if not, he is not beholden to you to show up, though it would have been nice on his end to let you know earlier.

Still, you are here, and you are hungry, so you step into the cafe in hopes of grabbing fresh pastries when a familiar face catches your eye. You almost don't believe it, considering how many years have passed since you've last seen him. But there is no mistaking the silvery hair and the nose still buried in a book; even the green headphones remain the same, a detail that makes you laugh a little when you approach him and hope he isn't too upset at the sudden reunion.

"Alhaitham," you say cheerily, waving at him in case his noise-canceling is on. "It's been a while!"

Alhaitham takes his eyes off his book to look at you, hands raised to take off his headphones. You grin when it seems that he is just as surprised to see you as you are. "It has," he agrees. "More than a few years." He takes a look at you. "You haven't changed a bit."

"How rude!" You say teasingly, "I've changed a little bit in the past few years. Maybe not in appearance, but still. Mind if I sit?"

Alhaitham moves over when you take a chair over to sit in front of him, and it feels like the two of you never left high school-- if not for the stark fact that Alhaitham has changed physically since then. His jaw is more defined, shoulders broader, probably even taller than he was back then. He's handsome, you think, though then again, he always has been.

Wistfully, you think about the years you've lost connection with him and wonder what he has been up to. You've always enjoyed his company, much to some of your other friends' chagrin, and that sentiment has not changed now when the two of you converse easily.

"So," Alhaitham says, "were you on a date with someone?"

You don't even bother asking how he knew, only sighing and waving a hand. "I was going to be. He canceled last minute so I was going to grab something and go." Alhaitham hums noncommittally, and you snort in laughter, reminded of his apathy towards relationships then and, you guess, now.

You remember the times Alhaitham turned down people in high school at a ridiculous rate. "Another one?" You remember someone saying jokingly, seeing Alhaitham simply toss a letter slipped into his locker.

"You won't respond at least?" You asked, sympathetic over the courage it took to confess.

"I don't know them," you recall him saying. "Why should I consider being in a relationship with them when we haven't even spoken to gauge our compatibility?"

Alhaitham ended up not accepting anyone's confessions. You don't remember him dating in high school or during university either in the times you've messaged him just to catch up. Not that you have a stellar record either, having dated only one person your whole life without it going very far. You can't say you haven't tried though.

"So you're not dating anyone?" You ask, taking a sip of your drink.

Alhaitham looks at you briefly; you can never tell what he's thinking. He eventually looks away and says, "No. I'm not interested in dating."

"At all?" You ask again, voice high in genuine disbelief. 'Still?' is the unspoken question. (What a shame, you can't help but think.) When Alhaitham gives a nonchalant shrug, you let yourself sit back, astonished. You think about your (lack of) experience, the fatigue from dating apps, and then look at Alhaitham.

You've always found him attractive; you can't deny this. You trust him as a friend and as a confidant, because in his own words-- what is the use of telling secrets? Alhaitham is as intelligent and rational as ever, something you have always admired in him, which is why you trust him with this question.

"Would you be down for a friends with benefits relationship then?"

Alhaitham raises his brow in question and pauses in thought before responding. "...In general?" He asks, "Or with you?"

You love the way Alhaitham needs no explanation.

"Both," you reply. "Serious inquiry."

Worst case scenario Alhaitham rejects the offer and the two of you move on from this conversation (hopefully). Best case scenario is him saying yes. Last thing you expect is to have Alhaitham look at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him: unadulterated shock. You laugh at his reaction despite the tension that could have been held between the two of you, and you start to wave off the entire ordeal when Alhaitham tells you "sure."

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It's only Alhaitham, but you show up at his apartment with a nervous flutter in your heart. He opens the door soon after you knock, donned in a regular shirt and sweatpants. You feel your shoulders relax at the casualness of it all and thank him for his hospitality as you enter his home. It does not take much to strike a normal conversation with him, words between the two of you flowing like usual. You are given a tour of the apartment per request, briefly admiring the tiles of the bathroom floor before ending the route in his room. It is minimalistic aside from the usual amenities, and it feels so much like Alhaitham that you smile as he types something on his laptop before turning back to you.

"Is my room that amusing to you?" Alhaitham scoffs, closing his laptop.

"Yeah, it kind of is," you agree easily. "It's better than a man cave, I'll give you that. But the walls are as empty as the day you got this place probably."

"I'll be sure to let you know when inspiration hits for me to decorate," he says sardonically, making you giggle to yourself. "Did you want music?"

The sudden change in topic makes you tilt your head in confusion. "Music?" You echo. "Music for what?"

Without skipping a beat, a song starts playing on low volume, bass steady and clear in his speakers. Alhaitham stands tall then, his headphones off, you note vaguely. He seems a lot taller than you remember, but perhaps it is because he is usually conscious of the difference in height to stand at a distance, so you don't have to crane your neck. This time, when Alhaitham stands right in front of you, close enough to bump chests, you look up and realize it is the first time you've really looked into Alhaitham's eyes.

There are more colors than you thought.

You instinctively want to take a step back, but his hand holding your arm-- firmly, just enough to stop you, but not strong enough to keep you there if you wanted to leave-- keeps you underneath his gaze. You are normally so good at defusing the tension with a few well-placed words of humor, but you aren't quite sure this is a tension that you want to cut through.

Just like that, your heart is at your throat. Alhaitham truly is very handsome, you think, eyes looking at his long lashes, the curve of his nose, and his lips. You can't help but jump when Alhaitham leans down, face closest to yours as it has ever been. You feel ridiculous, being strung taut as a caught fishing line just from being close to Alhaitham. Your cheeks prickle with the speed in which it warms, and just when you begin to wonder what Alhaitham could possibly be waiting for before he kisses you, his lips are on yours.

Your eyes close almost immediately, arms reaching up to hold onto him and finding purchase around his neck as he pulls you close until the two of you are flushed against each other. How long has it been since you've been kissed, let alone been kissed like this? Lips separating from yours only enough to find new ways to kiss you again. You gasp when Alhaitham gently bites and pulls at your lower lips. Feeling emboldened by your reception, Alhaitham swoops in and meets his tongue with yours, and you melt in his embrace.

You are surprised to see that you could probably go on kissing Alhaitham forever if that was all you could do. You only vaguely realize how efficiently you've been breathing through your nose through it all when you separate from him, dazed, and hear him mutter "fuck" under his breath.

A rush of adrenaline. You were already aware that Alhaitham is a willing participant in this newly established situationship, but to hear him being as affected as you do numbers to your rapidly increasing arousal. It's only fun when the both of you are enjoying it, after all.

"Not bad from someone who hasn't smooched anyone in years, huh?" You begin to tease, rightfully earning yourself a dirty look from Alhaitham. His lips are still wet, you think, and heat curls up from your lower abdomen up. The room suddenly feels hot.

"Are we trying to rate every encounter now?" Alhaitham remarks dryly, only to make you laugh at the thought of it.

"Not if it's not at least a 7/10," you say breathlessly. You shake in laughter again when you see him roll his eyes before holding onto his hand and tugging him to the couch. "Here, sit. My neck is starting to get tired. Being shorter is a struggle, you know."

Alhaitham sighs but sits obediently where you take him. "What do you-" He snaps his mouth shut when you swing your legs over his lap and sit yourself on top of him. You quirk a smile at the rare sight of Alhaitham being stunned once again and wonder how easily it seems to have gotten to make him react like that.

His hand easily finds its place at your waist as you curl your hands into the hair at the nape. "Trying to make myself comfortable," you say slyly. "This is much better."

You close the distance and kiss him again. You're a quick learner, so you do what has been done to you: nipping at his lips, tugging and pulling, and licking into his mouth until it makes him as breathless as you are. Is this what it's like to have chemistry? You wonder, feeling Alhaitham's hands dip underneath your top to slide his hand across the expanse of your naked skin. You want him to touch you more.

Alhaitham must have the same ideas because he murmurs at you to take it off, and you raise your arms easily to let him do exactly that. His fingers waste no time in pressing into the softness of your breast, over the white cloth of your bra. He is quick to grow tired of the thin barrier though, pulling it down just so your breasts can pop out into full view. Your cheeks prick in embarrassment at how exposed you feel-- this is the first man to see you like this, after all-- and having Alhaitham look at you with intense focus does not help with it.

Alhaitham's hands are warm when they cup your breasts, gently squeezing them until your nipples perk against his long fingers. You gasp in pleasure when he pinches them and tugs. Your arms reach out and hold onto his shoulders for support. As though on cue, Alhaitham swoops down to capture one of your nubs in his mouth while his hand plays idly with the other. He swirls it with his tongue, leaving a trail of spit when he detaches himself from it to move onto the other one. You hum as your hands card through his hair.

Alhaitham's free hand unhooks your bra, leaving it to hang down your shoulders. You immediately tug it completely off, casting it carelessly elsewhere. He is quick to be on you again, encouraging you to wrap your arms around him as he sucks onto your tits. It feels rather uneven, the way you're half-dressed but he's still fully clothed. You can feel the way his muscles contract underneath your hands, fingers tracing along the exposed skin of his neck that is far from being enough for you.

Just as you decide to ask Alhaitham to return the favor and take his clothes off, your hands spasms in his hair when Alhaitham takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs, hard.

Oh fuck, you think, letting out a long, shaky breath just before Alhaitham does it again, his hands on your back as it arches at his touch. "Fuck," you say aloud this time, and you can feel the way Alhaitham's lips curve up in amusement, the bastard. "Hey, you take your clothes off too," you tell him, tugging up the hem of his shirt.

Alhaitham looks at you steadily. "Why?"

You stare back at him and sputter. "What do you mean 'why?'" You-" You scowl, feeling your cheeks warm as Alhaitham continues to look at you with a smirk. "You just want me to say it, don't you?"

"I'm not a mind reader," he says, lips curving up. "How would I know what you want if you don't tell me?"

"I want to see you," you say, cheeks prickling with an embarrassment that you push through. "I want to touch you too, you know." When Alhaitham smirks at you before sitting up from the couch to take his shirt off, you huff. "Ugh, this is why everyone keeps giving you side eyes," you say, your hands sliding over his open chest with a mild sense of reverence despite your words. You knew Alhaitham was toned to hell, and this is the first time you've been granted the chance to view it in all its glory, your hands brushing over his built abdomen, thumb brushing over his nipples.

Alhaitham jumps slightly when you do so, and you giggle, ignoring the narrowed look you get from him and the way he grips onto your hips just the slightest. You shift in your seat, only to feel Alhaitham's hold you still, face flushed despite the impartial expression on his face. "What, what's up-" You feel it then, the hardness underneath your thighs, and you know Alhaitham sees the realization dawn on you because his blush travels down his neck.

He's embarrassed, you think gleefully. After initiating the hottest make out session you've ever had and easily pulling taut your strings, Alhaitham is embarrassed that he's hard? If anything, he should be-- better be! And you're a little flattered, you tell him just as much teasingly, and you can't help but hug him when he scowls at you.

Ah, you feel your heart flutter, knowing the effect you have on the immovable Alhaitham. But he is far from it now, chest heaving under your palm, cock hard as you press down onto it despite his modest resistance. You won't say it to him out loud, knowing he wouldn't like it, but you think Alhaitham is adorable as he is now. (You imagine people would say you're the only one who would think that.)

You rock your hips, eyes not straying from Alhaitham's as he stubbornly meets your gaze. His thighs are tense underneath you as you line yourself up to press your pussy lips against his clothed cock. A skirt was a good choice, you think dreamily; it lets you grind on him with aching accuracy and lets Alhaitham slide his hands across your legs and reach behind to squeeze your ass. You hum again in appreciation, kissing Alhaitham again as he generously cups your behind, making you moan, which he easily swallows up.

"Take your pants off too," you say, sitting back onto his legs. Before he can ask, you press your palm down on his bulge and quip a smile at him. "I want to try sucking you off."

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You tie your hair up before kneeling down between Alhaitham's knees. His cock sits erect on his stomach, head flush with arousal. It should feel intimidating the way Alhaitham watches you, but you know Alhaitham, and you figure if there is anyone that you can be comfortable doing this with, it would be him.

"Tell me what to do," you say, hands softly trailing up and down his thighs. "I've never done this before."

"You've watched porn, haven't you?" Alhaitham replies dryly, making you roll your eyes good naturedly.

"It's not the same thing as doing, and you know it." You look over at the nearby table he has kindly set up for you in advance and take the bottle of lotion to pour some onto your hand. Alhaitham jolts slightly at the coldness of the lotion, hissing in a breath, though with the way you are steadily pumping his cock, you aren't quite certain the sound wasn't at least partially from pleasure. "Alhaitham," you begin, a whining lilt to your voice. "Come on. Teach me?"

"Alright, alright, fine," Alhaitham says, his hand covering his face. "Just- just stop for a second."

You let go of his cock, beaming up at him as he shifts so that he's sitting more comfortably. "Here," he says, almost boredly. He gestures for you to take him in hand again, and your heart skips when you feel his hand over yours, squeezing it as he guides it up and down again in a steady rhythm. "Tighten your grip like this. A little harder is fine. There are more nerve endings at the tip, but there's nothing wrong with covering the base as well." You can only nod in acknowledgement, a lump in the back of your throat as you emulate exactly what Alhaitham has shown you.

Is this how he normally gets himself off? The same strength, the same motion-- maybe a little extra attention at the tip where it is more sensitive? You feel your face warm and hope it does not show as you watch Alhaitham's face for approval or for any signs of pleasure.

Alhaitham has always been intense despite his neutral face. But you know him well enough to recognize the minute changes that occur. The tense jaw, partially open mouth, half-lidded gaze is enough to light a fire in your stomach. But you wonder how he would look if he were completely drowned in pleasure, if you could be the one that makes him look like that.

You speak before you can lose the courage to. "Can I use my mouth?" You say, "I want to use my mouth."

Alhaitham's cock twitches in your hand.

"Then put it in your mouth then," Alhaitham says, "and avoid teeth. It hurts."

Obediently, you nod and sit up on your knees, puppy licking the tip to test the waters before opening your mouth to put it in. You had thought this when your hand could not completely wrap around his cock, but Alhaitham is big, enough to make your jaw ache when you try to fit more of his member in. You make a sound of discontent when the cock head hits the back of your throat and you aren't even halfway down. You let your tongue rest on the bottom of his cock, saliva pooling underneath with a mouth so full.

It doesn't fit, you think somewhat dejectedly. You swallow around his cock, making a discontented noise when you feel Alhaitham's thigh clench as he bucks up into your mouth. "Sorry," he says, and you tell him an incomprehensible 'it's okay' around his cock. His thigh tenses up again.

You tentatively raise your head, lips wrapped around his member for a moment before pulling yourself off, ready to ask for guidance when Alhaitham offers it to you. "You can use your hand to cover the rest of it," he says. "A wringing motion like this. It'll feel better if you suck while you're doing it too. Use lotion or spit if it's too dry."

You nod and follow his words step by step, swallowing his cock again and hollowing your cheeks. The other hand pumps his cock as you slowly bob your head up and down. You lift yourself up with a breath and let saliva spill from your lips to ease the motion, your eyes glancing up to meet Alhaitham's eyes.

You don't think he has taken his eyes off of you for even a second.

It's a little addicting to know that his attention is all yours. What does he like best about this whole situation, you muse. The fact that he's your first? The eager way in which you are trying to please him? Or is it the look of you drooling over his cock, getting off just from sucking it?

You hum in pleasure around his cock and he throws his head back, hips jilting up only slightly.

You pop yourself off of him again, hand pumping the entire expanse of his cock as you tilt your head to lick at his balls. "Fuck," Alhaitham mutters, hands clenched into the couch. You watch as his eyes flutter open before looking at you again, chest rising and falling. Not one to give neither you nor him reprieve, you are sucking him off again, and then off, and then on. It's a little fun watching him writhe, and you slowly begin to realize the power you seem to have over him.

You are so grateful to Alhaitham for saying 'yes.' The feeling of being wanted, of being desired, of being empowered is intoxicating. Watching Alhaitham fall apart before your eyes because of you is even more so.

He says your name, strained, "I'm close."

Alhaitham lets out an involuntary groan when you pop off again. "Does cum taste bad?" You ask. "It's a lot neater if I swallow, unless you want it somewhere else?" The thought of Alhaitham finishing on your chest or face is somewhat appealing, though you worry about the mess.

It doesn't seem like Alhaitham particularly cares, because he grits out, "Your choice." He muffles a grunt of pleasure that you wish you could hear at full volume. "Just-"

The key to success is consistency, you think. You bob your head up and down in tandem with your hand, licking the head and swirling your tongue around his shaft until Alhaitham lets out a strained, "I'm coming-"

Despite the warning, the warmth that spurts in your mouth is still surprising. You slow your pace as Alhaitham cums, all pretty gasps and grunts that makes your head spin as you take all he is giving and swallowing. It's a lot more than you think too, your hand daintily at your mouth as you swallow as though it were the last bite of a meal. You look at Alhaitham, skin glistening with sweat, breathing hard after his climax, eyes slightly wide as he watches you lick your lips.

Before you can ask for it, Alhaitham shifts just enough to reach for a towel-- he really is prepared for everything-- for you to wipe your hand with. You hear him let out a long breath before you return the towel to him for his own uses. You stand up, wincing at the marks on your knees from kneeling for so long before grinning at him.

"So, what's the verdict?" You ask jokingly, making him scoff and roll his eyes as you had predicted.

"I'm not answering that," he says. He stands up and picks his sweatpants from the ground to make himself more modest. "You can extrapolate for that type of answer yourself."

You expected as much, but you still pout and sigh. You sit on the couch next to him. "Aw, boo, well I guess I'll just give myself an 8/10 then." You stop when you feel Alhaitham's gaze on you, calculating. "What, what is it? Am I lowballing it or what-"

"I think it's your turn," Alhaitham says simply.

"Oh, uh..." You honestly didn't come to his house expecting anything, so this comes as a surprise to you. That and a few certain parts of you makes that bit of insecurity flare up the moment Alhaitham mentions reciprocation. "It's fine," you say, "we don't have to-" You snap your mouth shut when Alhaitham parts your legs to put his knees between, his hand lifting your chin so he can kiss you. You vaguely think about the fact that he can probably taste himself on your tongue.

"I insist," Alhaitham murmurs against your lips.

"What do you suggest then?" You stammer, and Alhaitham pushes himself off just enough to look at you directly.

"We could try fingering. See if that's to your taste and then move on." He gauges you carefully. "We could stop if you truly wanted to, but don't make that decision on my behalf."

"Well, we could try," you say, lowering your gaze, feeling your heart pick up in anticipation.

"Alright," Alhaitham replies softly. "You can stop me at any time."

This is why you trust Alhaitham. This is why you asked Alhaitham to do this with you, to-- for a lack of better, less dramatic phrases-- be your first. It was made as a casual request but Alhaitham knew to take it seriously for you anyways. You aren't sure how much he knows how his words make you feel at ease.

The sense of ease is immediately replaced with nervous anticipation when Alhaitham parts your legs, pooling your skirt at your stomach, and slips his hand underneath your panties. You hear him let out a sharp breath, and before you can ask what's wrong, he says, almost in awe, "You're so wet."

You understand Alhaitham's feelings earlier now when you had felt his bulge; your arousal on full blast is nothing short of mortifying even though the situation calls for it. You hadn't even noticed, so focused on the task at hand, but when Alhaitham pulls back with glistening lines of slick between his fingers, you don't doubt his observation.

"W-Well, you know," you mumble, your hand grasping onto his supporting arm. Your eyes flutter when Alhaitham cups your sex, fingers sliding a line down the middle. Your hand spasms when his thumb hits your clit on the way down, and Alhaitham does not miss it. "Wait, Alhaitham-" You squeal when he presses onto your clit, swirling around it with persistent pressure that makes it hard to say anything coherent. You wouldn't have wanted to tell him to stop anyways, but you have a feeling he just wanted to tease you.

"Sensitive?" He says almost smugly.

"Not usually no," you choke out, breathing out a sigh of relief when Alhaitham lets off.

"Interesting," he says, and it's only now you realize how quiet Alhaitham was before when you were on your knees. Now with him at the upper hand, he can speak all he wants, and you're the one left catching your breath. It really is different when it's someone else doing it. "I'm putting one in to start, okay?"

You nod, but when you feel the first intrusion prod in, you reach out to seek out Alhaitham for support. "Relax," he tells you. "Your muscles are too tense for anything."

"Sorry," you say, taking a deep breath. He pulls you closer, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You hot breath hits his neck when you turn to him. "Make sure you really lube that up, Haitham." You breathe again when his finger enters, and when it curls up onto the spongey part of your cunt, you feel it. It's nothing of import yet, but Alhaitham seems patient enough to build up to it.

One finger barely fits, but even with time, the second finger enters too. "You're tight," Alhaitham grunts, and you feel yourself redden as your only response. "I think you're stretched out. Any pain?" When you shake your head on his shoulders, you feel his fingers slowly pump in and out of you.

It picks up in pace and intensity, and then when he curves up this time- oh, you aren't sure you've ever felt this sensation before. Alhaitham's fingers are so much longer than yours, so it makes sense he can reach the places you can't, knuckles deep in you. Your breathing quickens and with it, Alhaitham's speed, his fingers pounding at that same spot over and over. You're at a daze, not any closer to a climax but not bored without pleasure. You aren't sure how long Alhaitham goes at it until he slows down, and the fog clears up.

"You okay?"

You hum, turning your head to face Alhaitham when he peers over to you. "Yeah," you mumble, "I feel good, just can't come from this."

"Hm."

You miss Alhaitham's warmth when he pulls away, fingers grasping at him. The haze that you feel quickly blows away when Alhaitham gets on his knees and pries your legs apart. "Whoa, um-"

"Most cannot finish with vaginal stimulation alone," Alhaitham says factually. "Hence, I'll be focusing my efforts on other areas."

"Yeah, I get that," you say, blinking with embarrassment. "It's just, um..."

Without your understanding, Alhaitham gives you a deeply unimpressed look. "Hair is a natural phenomenon. It doesn't matter to me in the slightest."

You would find it hard to believe, an insecure part of you convinced that it must be polite niceties. But this is Alhaitham, and he is never one for false platitudes and social norms with strangers or friends or you. When he says he does not care, you believe him.

"If you're sure," you tell him, and you let out a small squeak when he tugs your panties down, not even bothering to take it off completely before you feel his fingers pry your leaking lips apart. A lick up your clit has your legs closing on his head, but Alhaitham's hands easily pry you apart and keep you that way, your pussy open to be eaten.

You want to look away when Alhaitham's meets your eyes, and then his lips press to your folds and he begins to gorge himself on you.

It's impossible to keep your eyes open then when you're too distracted by how Alhaitham's tongue swirls around your clit, the muscle pressing into the bud of nerves with a dogged persistence. Even the noises you have kept to a minimum spill from your lips involuntarily. You can only breathe in hiccups, Alhaitham relentless in his pursuit of your climax as he sucks on your clit and begins to press his fingers against the zone of pleasure inside you as well.

'It feels good' sounds like an understatement at this point. You climb the precipice at an alarming speed, and you cannot help but grasp onto the hand keeping your thighs apart to ground yourself. It's almost overwhelming, but then you feel Alhaitham unfurl his grip onto your leg to grasp onto your hand.

It must be the endorphins, but you feel a warm ooze of affection for Alhaitham pool in your chest.

Logical, calm, and reasonable Alhaitham. Arrogant, antisocial, abrasive Alhaitham. Observant, considerate, and kind Alhaitham. You've known this man for so many years, and you are reminded in this instance that in all the times you have trusted him, he has never failed you once.

"Alhaitham-" You cry out. Your head feels hot as you curl your toes, your heels at his shoulders. When he hums in response, you feel the build up towards the beginning of the end. "I'm- I'm coming-"

You throw your head back, gasping in pleasure as your body jerks with waves of pleasure. Hazily, you feel Alhaitham lap at your hole at a slow but steady pace, his mouth never leaving you even as you buck against him.

Alhaitham only lets you go when your body slackens, legs limp in his arm as he gently sets it down in a comfortable position for you. You watch him, dazed, as he quietly grabs the towel to wipe his face and hands. He must see you look because he turns to you and offers you the towel too, though the mess between your legs is one of the last things you care about at the moment.

"C'mere," you say, arms reaching out for him. When he doesn't immediately come to you, you wave your hands insistently. "Plea-a-ase come here? I wanna cuddle."

A flicker of emotion comes and goes on Alhaitham's face before he replaces it with exasperation. "I didn't realize the benefits portion of friends with benefits included cuddles," he says, but he walks to you anyways, huffing in laughter at the small 'yay!' from you. Alhaitham settles in the space you moved over for him on the couch, and you immediately latch yourself onto him, head fitting easily at the crook of his neck. As his arms wrap around you, you heave a content sigh.

"You should have read the fine print, Alhaitham," you drawl, cheek pressed against his naked skin. "It was right there on page 562, 9th clause, addendum number four." You close your eyes, smiling at the sound of Alhaitham's little huff.

"Out of the two of us, I'm the one more likely to read a written agreement in full," he says. His voice reverberates in your ears, low and comforting.

You always thought he had a nice voice, reading out texts in class and reciting lines without effort. The two of you are a long way off from high school, but thinking back at the Alhaitham back then brings you good memories. It's even more so when you compare it to the Alhaitham now of whom reconnecting with was happenstance.

Alhaitham has changed a little in the years you have not seen him, with what you know now includes a fallout with Kaveh and an early college graduation. He's a little softer, you think, edges more blunt but still just as deadly when wielded with a sharp wit. It is to your comfort that most parts of him remain the same. A little smug, a little snark.

You're glad; you've always liked him just the way he is.

You feel his hand absently rub circles into your shoulders and feel as though that sentiment has only grown stronger.

"...You're hard again?" You ask after a moment, muffling your laughter into his skin when he clicks his tongue and shifts his legs so the offending body part in question is no longer touching you.

"A normal physical reaction," Alhaitham says, miffed.

You pause. "You want me to do it again?" You ask.

Alhaitham shifts so he can look down at you as you give him a grin, reaching down to grasp at his shaft and watching that moment when you catch him off guard, eyes fluttering in pleasure. Oh, yes, you think, heat pooling into your abdomen, you can certainly go for another round.

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You tell him that you are tired of dating around with men you have no connection with, afraid to build intimacy when you are still inexperienced, and trust him enough to put up the offer to be friends with benefits. Alhaitham knows he is in love with you, but he says yes anyways. He does not make miscalculations often, but he acknowledges that he is only human, so he is prone to them occasionally. He thinks this decision to be friends with benefits with you may be one of them.

He has always had a hard time featuring his own feelings in the equation, surprisingly volatile in its unchanging affection for you even after all these years. (How long has it been since high school?) Anyone with a brain not controlled by their libido knows entering a purely sexual relationship with someone you’ve never quite stopped having feelings for is a recipe for disaster. But just maybe, being aware of that much will let Alhaitham avoid ruin.

It doesn't stop the way something in his chest twists painfully at the thought of holding you close even though you could not be more further away. After all, in initiating this relationship with him, you must have seen him as only a friend. You seem excited at the prospect of starting this type of relationship with him, and he is not one to deny you something if he believes it is something in his power to give.

On that note, he is surprised when he hears you have no experience being in a physical relationship with a man. Alhaitham does admit the idea of being your 'first' appeals to him, and because of that he thinks maybe he isn't so infallible to the whims of desire.

He's liked you for ages. He isn't sure even the best of men can refuse when the object of his affection asks him to treat them gently. (Or so he thinks. You may be more of his weak spot than he ever anticipated.)

You show up on his doorstep a week later, beaming at him when he lets you into his apartment. In the days leading up to this meeting, Alhaitham has prepped the environment with necessary amenities. You didn't specify what was to happen today, so he prepares everything to the lube to the condoms to the towels. Music, too, is something he did extensive research in, having learned that it can often set the mood.

Alhaitham isn't necessarily the most experienced person, but for the sake of knowing, he has slept with people and learned about his own preferences. He is more curious than he admits to finding out more about your preferences.

Still, when you look up at him doe-eyed and cheeks warm in anticipation, he is taken aback by the idea that he'll be the one to guide you today. He remembers when you were the one to direct him to class when he was lost as a transfer sophomore in high school. You were so assure of yourself, confident-- he never would have anticipated that you would have a shy side to you.

Perhaps that is what makes it all the more endearing, you all the more desirable, his chest searing with want as he closes the gap to finally feel your lips on his.

He really likes you, he's reminded, heart beating hard in his chest he thinks you might be able to hear it. And though you do not kiss him with the same feelings he holds for you, when you look up at him like that, he can almost imagine that you do.

Lips are one of the erogenous zones outside of sexual organs, filled with sensitive nerves that can sense even the slightest difference in temperature. The auditory sense is powerful too when it comes to stimulating the libido. It's why Alhaitham wants to devour you when he hears your small gasps as he pulls at your lips.

"Come sit," you murmur to him, and he can only acquiesce without a word. Good thing, because he would have been made speechless the way you boldly swing your legs over to sit on his lap. Alhaitham is acutely aware that his cock has begun to fill, straining against sweatpants that shows no effort to hide his arousal.

Your kisses sear his lips, your hands welcoming his to explore your body which he does with little hesitation. Alhaitham wants to see you in full, your breasts spilling out and nipples hard being irresistible that he cannot do anything but put his mouth to use again.

Your skin is smooth against his palm, your sounds of pleasure almost like music to his ears he almost wishes it weren't buffeted by the sensual base notes of a playlist he searched up last night. "I want to touch you too," you tell him breathlessly, and who is he to deny you that?

When you take a moment to admire his body, he takes this moment to look at you-- an overview, one might say. You are breathtaking in his perspective, lips slightly swollen, breasts bouncing when you adjust yourself. Alhaitham feels his cheeks warm when you innocuously grind yourself onto him (that damned skirt), and he only grows hotter when you do it again with purpose.

He should have known you would be able to flip the tables on him like that, inexperience be damned. You've always had a way to do that.

And then you are on your knees, hair up and ready to pleasure him, and he almost doesn't know what to do. Except he must-- you want him to guide you, to teach you how to make him feel good, and the way you easily do that forces him to do his best not to buck up into your touch. He must be more sensitive because it's you, or maybe you really are that fast of a learner, even when it comes to sucking cock.

Would you like dirty talk? He wonders, praise or degradation? You seem to like it a little rough, though you seem receptive to his gentleness too. Not that he can think it thoroughly with the way you are hallowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around his cock. Seeing you swallow his cum-- all of it-- is almost enough to revive his softening member, the way you look at him coyly an attractive look on your face.

He thinks the way your face contorts in pleasure is also an attractive look for him too. Alhaitham looks up from his position between your legs and watches you with hazy desire as you close your eyes, hand at your mouth to muffle your gasps. Alhaitham thinks of telling you to stop covering yourself, but he thinks that just this one time, his mouth has better things to do.

His name on your lips as you reach your high makes him close his eyes and hum in pleasure, tongue delving into you again as your slick gushes from your hole. Alhaitham is a man of pride, and watching your body slacken, spent on pleasure that he wrought from you makes his chest burn with satisfaction.

He wipes himself and sees you look up at him almost sleepily, and the satisfaction quickly morphs into gentle affection. He wants to kiss your forehead, clean you up himself and hold you. But is that too revealing? Too much emotion for a relationship like this? And Alhaitham is brought back to the reality that you are only his friends with benefits. (He is well aware of the concept of 'post-nut clarity' but finds it loathsome at the moment.)

Just as he begins to formulate words to wrap this scene in a pretty bow, you wave him over with an endearingly whining croon, and he comes to you without thinking otherwise. He is yours to hold-- always has been.

Alhaitham cannot control how you feel (would never want to), but he can control the way he will not fall apart even as you lay down with him, tracing shapes into his hand in a way he's never allowed himself to dream of. So close yet so far, he thinks, trying not to smile when you whinge at him at pushing you off the couch until you go to the bathroom. He'll take care of you as long as you'll have him.

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You go over to Alhaitham's when you can. You try not to treat him like a booty call--though, as he has told you before, that is simply the nature of the relationship. But you are his friend before it comes with the benefits, so you try not to treat him any less. After all, you like spending time with Alhaitham, sex or not, though for some reason he seems almost bewildered when you come over his house and want to take him out for a taco truck you've been craving to eat.

"Isn't this what friends with benefits do?" You point out, biting into your taco. "Being friends with some extra stuff attached?"

Alhaitham looks at you for a moment. You take this time to squeeze some lemon onto his uneaten tacos for him.

"I suppose so," Alhaitham says noncommitally. "I was under the slightest impression you also wanted to use me for experimentation, considering your lack of experience. So you would want to take every opportunity we get to do something."

You scrunch your nose. "I don't like the word 'use.' It’s not like I talked to you and asked you this just for that reason." You frown, and the thought settles in you uncomfortably. "Please don't say that I'm using you. I'm not. I care about you," you say firmly. "I don't want you to feel that type of way, so if you do, we can stop being friends with benefits and just go back to-"

Alhaitham raises his hands in surrender. "No need," he says." I apologize. I wasn't being careful with my choice of words."

The discontent dissipates almost immediately with his words. You can't help but feel pleased. "And aren't you the one with a linguistics degree?" You tease, making him roll his eyes as he takes a bite of his food.

You imagine his eyes are rolled back again if he were to open them now on the ride back to his place as you give him a hand job. Only on the red lights, you vow; you wouldn't want to cause an accident on the road if he were to close his eyes while driving, though the unamused look he gives you has you biting the inside of your cheek to stop smiling.

The two of you end up parked at a neighborhood street when you unclip your seatbelt to finish him off with your mouth. You think his cum tastes a little better than before, and you tell him just as much when Alhaitham tucks himself back in. He only shrugs nonchalantly, but when you look into his fridge later after another session for refreshments you find freshly cut pineapple wrapped in a plate.

You wonder if you would taste better if you started eating them too.

And a month passes with the same routine: you ask if you can come over, the two of you go out to eat or go for an outing before inevitably ending up back at his place for some stress relief. You don't mean to do it every time you go to his place, but it ends up happening anyways. You ask if he wants to try something and then he says yes.

69-ing ends up being a lot more difficult than you anticipated, mainly because you keep getting distracted by things other than the pleasure itself. No matter how many times Alhaitham insists you're not too heavy, and no, you cannot break his neck (his confidence extends in all spheres), you can never get yourself comfortable.

And then there's the alignment issues. You may as well just take turns; it makes it easier for the both of you.

Some things he suggests too, such as face sitting. Alhaitham seems adamant on proving you wrong when he settles underneath you, your thighs on either side of his head as he serves as your seat until your legs are shaking in pleasure.

Alhaitham, you find out, is as good at dirty talk as you imagined. It's the linguistics degree in him, you always joke, but then you're always put in your place when he makes you beg for him to continue eating you out. He is smug as always after these sessions and you can only jab at him to no effect when you see it.

Leaving your jaw slack as he fucks your face, groaning about how good you're taking him, how good you look taking in his cock like you'd like nothing but to take his load down your throat- well. If it was possible for you to finish with just his words, you gladly would have. You are certainly close enough afterwards that Alhaitham only needs his hand on you for a minute before you're creaming onto his fingers, words murmured into your ears like soft feathers.

You voice does end up a little hoarse afterwards, throat sore, but Alhaitham is quick to bring you warm ginger tea to soothe it.

"Go to the bathroom," he tells you sternly. "I won't be responsible for any UTIs."

And when you come back from the bathroom, stark naked (you've instigated round two with this before by accident), your clothes are always ready and folded at the coach with Alhaitham in the kitchen getting you refreshments. It's times like these that make you forced to acknowledge the pink elephant in the room: the more you try not to think about it, the more you feel like Alhaitham would be a really great boyfriend.

Clearly, you overestimated your ability to not catch feelings for a long-time friend whom you trust and has told you straight up he is not interested in dating. You've put yourself in a bit of a sticky situation because you find yourself wanting to abide by the boundaries set by being friends with benefits, but also barely holding back from kissing Alhaitham on the cheek goodbye or asking if you can stay the night. Or taking him on real dates. Or holding his hand when you go out.

You think Alhaitham might not like the hassles that come along with being in a relationship. It's definitely got obligations that he may not be interested in fulfilling-- at least until he finds the right person. The fact he has not said a word to you about it only tells you that you are not that person. (Your heart hopes and yearns though, and you think it needs to shut up.)

Luckily or not, you end up being busy with work and family matters, so you don't get to see Alhaitham for a while. You still message him often, if only to talk about random things or complain about so-and-so. You think you should be more disciplined; perhaps the distance will keep your feelings at bay, but then the moment you find a reprieve in work you're immediately texting Alhaitham to meet up for coffee.

The feelings aren't going away, you think with mild exasperation when you find yourself nodding and hanging onto his every word as he talks about something stupid his coworker has done (and always does). All things come to an end, but you think you like to hang onto Alhaitham like this just a little while longer. Eventually you'll have to broach the dreaded but much needed subject of 'what are we?' but until then, you are more than content being with Alhaitham like this even if you wish you were officially together.

But you can't blame the way things have turned out. After all, if this never happened, would you ever have gotten close to Alhaitham like this?

You check the time on your watch and sigh. "Ugh, I promised I'd run errands for my mom so I gotta go," you say, standing up from the coffee table. You grab your empty cup and toss it in the trash. When you look at Alhaitham, he seems unsure. "Uh, what's up?"

"...I assumed we were going back to my place afterwards," he says carefully. "I thought that was why you called me."

"Oh, no," you say, mouth open with words at the tip of your tongue. You feel your heart rise to your throat as your cheeks grow hot at the honesty of your next words. "I just wanted to see you. Sorry. I should have said something."

"No, it's fine." Alhaitham pushes his seat back to stand too. "You did say we were friends first before the benefits."

You did say that, you remember, but now you can't help but wish the two of you were more than friends. You bite your tongue from blurting those words, but you end up staring at him for a moment too long to not be awkward. "Yeah," you end up saying, "I think I'll be able to see you again next week? I'm less busy, if that's okay?"

"Sure," he says, and you can't help but feel he is so far from you even though he is in arm's reach. "See you then."

It is settled in your heart and head (both in agreement this time) that your friends with benefits relationship with Alhaitham has an expiration date that is coming soon. You like Alhaitham too much to keep pretending that you don't, so it is only a matter of time you end up being just his friend again or begin something anew as a couple. The probability of Alhaitham also catching feelings for you the same time as you is basically zero, you think miserably, so you can only bite the bullet when the time comes.

"I think next time," you say after another session, "I want to have you fuck me."

You hear Alhaitham stop rummaging into his fridge to look at you. His face betrays no emotion and for a frustrating moment, you wish it did just so you can see if he is affected as you are. But this is Alhaitham, and you know better than to expect as much.

"Alright," Alhaitham says. "I can bring the lube and the condoms-"

"No condom," you find yourself saying, "I can take birth control." You look at him, gauging his reaction. "Is that okay with you?"

Alhaitham meets your gaze steadily. "If you are."

"You'll take responsibility, won't you?" You say with a light lilt to your voice, though you trust Alhaitham to take your words seriously. "I'll see you next week?"

He nods. "Next week."

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The expiration date comes more quickly than you hoped. You shake your head and the negative thoughts away at his front door before you knock. You care for Alhaitham and you like him as more than a friend: these truths are unchanging for you now, so there is no point in despairing about what is not to be. Besides, you don't want your first time-- with someone, with Alhaitham-- to be marred with angst. You want to enjoy it with him to the last minute.

You ring his doorbell and hear his footsteps approach the front door, your heart beating fast in nervous anticipation.

Alhaitham looks normal, which is to say, as calm as ever when he lets you into his apartment. You put your bag down in your usual spot and amble to the kitchen take a sip of water. Alhaitham walks to his room first to wait for you, and with a deep breath in, you follow after him.

You are reminded of the first time you came over to his house, standing there as you wait for Alhaitham to make the first move. Alhaitham does the usual routine: putting the music on, setting out the equipment, and laying down the towel. He turns to you as you quietly watch him and bends down enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

You feel the tension melt away.

You raise your hand to brush his hair from his eyes before cupping his cheeks to bring him closer to kiss. They are gentle ones though still full of feeling, heat thrumming behind every touch and warm breath shared. "Alhaitham," you murmur, his hands sliding your shirt over your head and guiding you toward the couch.

It is almost rehearsed the way Alhaitham's fingers nimbly remove your bra, his knees between your legs as he helps you out of your bottoms. You sit waiting and watching as Alhaitham removes his own clothes--a personal show-- before he is back on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses along the same spots he knows can make you tremble.

And Alhaitham knows you quite well now, you think, beyond the bedroom. He knows how you take your coffee (not black), how you like to order your food (spicy), the way you can get carsick so he drives smoother, the nasty habit of staying up late so he messages you at 11 pm to tell you to sleep. You trust him so terribly much, and he knows you terribly well-- it is no wonder that you fall apart under his touch in no time at all.

"Alhaitham," you breathe out, holding onto his wrist before he overstimulates your clit. "I want you inside of me. Please?"

You let out a surprised gasp when Alhaitham turns you, so he is facing your front. Your heart is beating so loudly underneath your hands where you've rested them on your chest. You think maybe you would have cold feet but instead you are surer than ever that Alhaitham is someone you want to be your first. You gasp in pleasure when Alhaitham's cock clips onto your clit as he glides it forward and back along your sex. You don't think you've ever wanted someone as you wanted Alhaitham.

But you like to think you know Alhaitham well, now better than ever. So when you look up at him as a flicker of emotion flashes across his face, you can identify it. Alhaitham stays in that position between your legs, conflicted, and that is enough to ebb away the waves of desire to ask him if he's okay.

His expression freezes then, his grip on your legs tightening just a little before releasing them again. "What do you mean?" He asks, and you have half a mind to not laugh at the fact he thinks he can fool you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," you say. "Not right now and maybe not ever if that's not something you want-"

"I-" Alhaitham snaps his mouth shut, lips twisting as he tries to say words that, for once, do not come easily to him. "That's not entirely true."

"What's not true?" You prompt.

"That this isn't something I want." Alhaitham looks steadily at you then. "Nothing could be more true."

"...Then how about you fuck something else?" You say, closing your legs and letting the plush of your thighs envelop his cock instead. Alhaitham swallows thickly, though his face is as impartial as ever (but you know better). "Pretend it's the real thing. For practice," you say coyly.

Alhaitham curses under his breath, closing his eyes at the sensation of his cock locked between your thighs.

You breathe out slowly, eyes mesmerized by the slant of his brows from concentration, mouths parted, and eyes closed in pleasure. You find that you don't mind this type of view at all, especially not for the finale. You watch every minute detail of Alhaitham chasing his bliss and ingrain it into your memory to keep.

You breathe out through your nose roughly when Alhaitham's cock hits your clit, his pace quickening as he slickens your thighs with a mix of your arousal and his. You moan at the thought of it, the sounds emanating from it a joint effort between your two bodies.

Alhaitham says your name then, making your heart skip a beat as your focus is back onto him. His eyes don't leave yours as he brings himself close to the climax. "Come for me, Haitham," you say, "come for me, baby."

Almost obediently, Alhaitham does as you say, cum staining your chest as though someone made your body a canvas. You watch him come back from his high, taking a finger to swipe some of it from your chest to taste. You smile at his coyly when you see Alhaitham watch you.

It's been fun, you think, as Alhaitham stands up to grab a towel to clean up. You sit up, combing a hand through your hair, working up the courage to say what needs to be said. You're jolted from your thoughts when you feel Alhaitham wipe a towel across your chest, cleaning up the mess the two of you made.

"Oh, thanks!" You say, laughing, "I almost forgot that was there."

"Your mind works in strange ways," Alhaitham says, and you think you are more compromised than you think when you hear the way his voice seems to dip lower, softer when he speaks to you. He pauses in his movement. "Sorry about earlier," he tells you. "Did you have another idea in mind?"

"It's fine, Haitham." You wave his concerns away. "And, um, sorta? It's nothing sexual actually, I just think I need to talk to you about something."

To his credit, Alhaitham only takes a moment to process your words. "Alright," he says. He takes a towel to wrap around your shoulders before putting his pants back on just for modesty. You watch him fondly as he sits next to you.

"I wanted to say thanks," you begin, "for doing this with me. I trust you to treat me right and you've never proven me wrong."

"No thanks needed," Alhaitham trails off, "is what I normally say but I don't mind a word of gratitude when it comes from you." He lets out a huff of laughter when you knock shoulders with him; yours is the only one that ends up a little sore.

"And I know we started this out as friends with benefits, but, um..." You breathe out. "I think... I've started to catch feelings for you." Not honest enough, you think, and add on, wincing, "A lot, actually. I like you as more than a friend." You turn away from him then, focusing on your hands as they fidget in your lap. "I don't think I can keep on doing this and pretend like I don't, so I think we should stop being friends with benefits."

You stammer, heart fluttering with anxiety, "A-And I know you said you didn't want to be in a relationship anyone, but I was wondering if you were interested in doing that with me...? If not, it's okay, I'm honestly really okay if we stayed as friends. I just wanted to be transparent with you because I think you deserve-"

"Why do you assume I wouldn't like you back?" Alhaitham cuts through. You turn to stare at him, and he meets your eyes and keeps them there. "I never said I didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone."

You stare. "What are you talking about? You're literally the one who told me you were never interested in dating."

"I'm not," Alhaitham says slowly. "I'm not interested in dating, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to being in a relationship with someone."

"Huh?" You blurt out. "But how are you supposed to be in a relationship with someone if you don't meet someone to date them first?"

Alhaitham is patient with you despite your growing frustration. It is so obvious he has connected the dots and is waiting for you to catch up. "I don't need to date," he says, "because I already met someone I'm interested in being with. I don't need to meet new people."

"Wait, what?" You gape. "Who?"

The face that Alhaitham gives you is by far the most unimpressed he has ever looked. You feel like punching it a little. You cross your arms, huffing.

"Give me hints or something," you say, clicking your tongue in annoyance. "Do I know them?"

"Very well," Alhaitham replies, sidling close to you that your arm can feel his body heat.

"Are they from our high school?"

"Yes."

"Really?" You gasp. "Well, we have your friends-"

"They are also your friends."

"-and my friends, which are yours..." You trail off, feeling your face warm and your heart rise to your throat. You can't be hopeful, you think. It is such a dangerous thing when you assume, but you think about who Alhaitham has befriended, who he is still friends with, and who he is closest to. The best answer you keep arriving to is yourself.

Is it too arrogant of you to think that it's you that Alhaitham wants to be with?

"No, it's not prideful to think it's you if it's true," Alhaitham says, and you wonder if you said it aloud. That thought is quickly discarded in favor of thinking over Alhaitham's words. Your heart feels fit to burst, lips wobbly without your permission. His eyes soften when he looks at you then, hand raising to cup your cheek.

"I like you," Alhaitham tells you. "I want to be more than friends."

"More than friends with benefits?" You can't help but ask, and you laugh through the sudden tears when Alhaitham scoffs before pressing his forehead against yours.

"Yeah, way more than that," he says quietly. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple. "I've always wanted more with you."

You sniffle, grinning. "Good thing I asked you then, huh?" You let put a shriek of laughter when Alhaitham pins you down, arms caging you in and making you feel nothing but safe. He looks at you then, eyes full of affection that you wonder how you could have ever missed that before.

"You want to retry from earlier?" Alhaitham asks, pulling your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

"I won't lie," you say, laughing when Alhaitham nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. "That talk took a chunk of my energy. I kind of want to nap and cuddle. With you! Besides," you say, shifting so that Alhaitham can join you on the coach, the two of you as close as you can be, "we have all the time in the world to do new things together." You turn to look him in the eyes and hopes he sees how much you adore him in equal amounts.

"I can wait," you say, and Alhaitham leans to kiss you.

It is not the last time he does so.

[complete-clownery]

Not me deciding that I wanna figure out how does Macaques dojo work, cuz I couldnt seem to find any ideas of it on the internet lol

Okay so long long LONG rant:

Ik that in canon the whole place looks kinda-- moldy and shit and I get the lot of hc about how Macaque probably doesnt even live there since its in a very industrial outer neighborhood of Megaplois, and also it probably isnt really decorated or looks like someone is living in there at all, but I like to think that he has standards and they put like 272636373 nois cancelation seals on their bedroom so he can sleep camly when he actually can sleep (since in my hc Macaque suffers from insomnia (its a pretty common hc tho, but you get it)) and I think the outer circle of Megaplois is even tho industral and under constructuion on most parts, its probably more quiet than downtown

And I also like to imagine, Macaque even tho if not commited to a place will make it more homy. But looking at my reference pictures, in the dojo there were also a lot of posters and paintings (and in MKAGC Macaque did mention he might have a poster of wukong soooo~~)

For the layout I went after whatever felt right, since I had like 4 pictures to piece together a two-story house with a gallery(??) so its actually just me deciding what I want and where I wanna put it

(Here are the screenshots from lmk s1ep9 I used:)

Okay Okay if you couldnt tell, for some reason im really hyped about this stuff so im going to lead you trough my thougtprocess, when imagining this whole thing, in order from ground level to gallery

1. Ground level:

Ahh yes ground level: the problem child

(Im going to keep it somewhat brief here cuz I wrote a shit ton of explanations for it, but that somehow got deleted which I am super pissed about btw)

So I saw that a lot of hc with Macaques place are mostly that first floor is the dojo and the second floor is the living area, buuut~~ based on the screenshots of the series that doesnt make any sense. My reasoning? Simple really, its bc you can see the ceiling If you are standing in the dojo. This could lead to the conclusion that:

"Okay maybe then there is no second floor just a gallery in there somewhere and thats it".

Sure we can say that, but then you would ignore the fact that you cant see the front door of the building when Macaque slams Mk into a weaponstand.

"Okay then its on the other side of the room that we never got to see in the episode"

I mean maybe sure but to me from an animation point of view it just doesnt make sense, just why would they flipp the camera angle like that (I mean anyone can think whatever they want, everyones opinion is valid, its not like anyone would ever argue me on this one ((or read this whole brainrot trough in the first place lol)))

Haha anyways regardless of anything, let's go back to talking about the first floor, shall we?

Everything is pretty self explenatory: when you come in on the front door youll see a little shoe rack where you can but your shoes, and one stair to seperate the ante-room from the rest of the house

Then theres a long hall that leads to the enterence of the storageroom, the random room and the staircase that leads to the second floor

I couldnt decide on what to put in that big room-- I had no clue -- I was thinking maybe Macaque could let other people rent it for a few days of maybe theres a shop with an owner whos ranting the place from Macaque (I think thats an interasting concept, but I didnt explore any of them) oh well thats that tho

"""somewhat brief""""

Second floor:

This was probably the easiest, since 90% of it is the dojo

But before that when you walk up to the second floor you can see a big boubel door that opens to the dojo, and a normal door that opens to the bathroom, which is strategicly placed there by yours truely. There is big brain logic behind it,, it might be inconvinient for Macaque to walk down the stairs from his bedroom trough the dojo to the bathroom (but also he can just shadow portal there--), but when ocasionally he mentors Mk, he might have to go to the bathroom while hes at Macaques place and I dont think Macaque would apritiate someone stomping trough his personal area, and thats why the bathroom is conviniently placed next to the dojo and not that far from the bathroom I know im a genius (**read everything in the bathroom part with a lot of sarcasm**)

Anyways, we couldnt even see all four of the dojos walls so that was also a 'gamble', but I went with a simple bouble door that I mentioned before and two weapon stands (yes those are weapon stands) and other than that you can see the rest of the room on the screenshots, theres also the staircase and that has some closet underneath it, but thats about it

The gallery (my personal favorit):

Looking at my reference pictures i could see that the dojo took up a lot of space almost taking up the 1/2 of the building, which I think is reasonable and kinda cool, but that means small living area which I think is even cooler (I am a huge fan of small practical spaces, they feel so so cozy)

So Yeah the living space: mostly two rooms that I also illustrated on top of this post, (you probably saw it) with a balkony thingy before the enterence of the rooms, where you can look down and see the entirety of the dojo, good for observing.

When you go in the door (actually havent decided if I want to put a door there or curtains for style but meh who knows who cares), youll enter the small but spacious kitchen. I dont see the Six Eared Macaque as a homecook, more of a fake cooking guy (only making basic foods like eggs or toast, maybe ocasionally pancake), hints there is no built in stove or owen just a portable stove, a kettle and a toaster and a small fridge that has MKs drawing (that he drew for them at the end of season 3) magneted there :]

Other than that theres a sink and an old television, he got from the randomest place ever, maybe he fished it out of the trash idk, but he put it on top of the cabinets (rarely watches anything on it)

On the baseplan you can see that there was supposed to be a small table next to the sink with a chair, but it didn't make it to the final drawing cuz let's be honest: drawing interior in correct perspective without a reference picture is just not my strongest artskill I posess, so I got pissed and put a trashcan in there, Macaque can eat in his bed

Talking about bed, let's move on to the Six Eared Macaques room:

It is very small but pretty comfortable with a small bed but a shit ton of pillows for a good nights sleep, other than that there are a nightstand that has the Lantern on it (I know it sorta got lost/destroyed after defeating LBD but I wanted to put it there) and a drawer.

The nightstand probably doesnt have a lot innit, just some nick-nacks and tissues and maybe snacks, or a book or something, the drawer stores some of his clothes, but since I like to think that Macaque is a fashion icon that wont be able to fit most of their clothes, so maybe he stores them in a pocket dimension of shadows, and only has some esentials there when he needs to get ready quickly.

And we could talk about the posters plastered around the room, but most of them are kinda self-explanatory, but there are the poster of his shadowplaly of the hero and the warrior, some drawing, a "Hang in there babygirl!" Poster with a cat on it hanging in there, a poster of the monkey king (heh), phantom of the opera poster and a-- well--- that ones for my bestie hope she'll notice it, its a spies are forever poster (really fun musical a of spies, go watch it its on youtube), and a drawing he brought( maybe)

And thats about the bedroom

And we are still not done, how are we feeling about that?? Huh?? (You dont have to answert, this shit took me about 2 hours to write :] )

LAST PLACE: the corner of the windows opposit the kitchen and the bedroom. Its just a chill little place with pillows and blankets, where someone can bundle up and enjoy some tea or read a book or brood, whatever the monkey prefers. The special thing about it, is that you cant access the place without knowing how to levitate, fly, jump high, or use portals, not that much of a game changer since more than half of the lmk cast could get up there, but still a bit of a barrier in my opinion

AAAAAND~~~ thats it omg

Hi hello if you read this trough could you please comment or reblog with this: "🐵" cuz I wanna know about the brave soilders who went trough this immense amount of clownery,,, holly mother---

If you read this all 👏👏👏 you are amazing thank you for appreciating my work this much, have an amazing day or night ✨🪲

[borderlinereminders]

I’ve seen you talk about conflicting needs. Can you give an example? So much of the internet just pushed that you should look out for you and your needs and I don’t know id like to understand it more

Sometimes when we go to put up boundaries, we realize that our needs are conflicting with the other person. Usually when this happens, we can try to compromise and come up with solutions together. And sometimes, depending on what it is, we might not engage in a certain activity or relationship anymore. The point of the following example is to try and encourage problem solving and not seeing things as exclusively black and white. When we approach conflict with a "I'm right, and you're wrong" attitude, usually no one wins and a lot of times there are ways to be considerate of others while making sure our own needs are met.

The goal is to try and teach your brain to look for solutions to things, and not see them exclusively in black and white.

I’m going to pose the following example to you:

Two roommates live together. Due to their schedules, they are usually home at the same times. One roommate needs complete silence to study, and the other roommate needs to play music or calming nature sounds to focus. This has created a conflict in their living situation. The roommate who cannot stand any sounds while studying thinks they have a right to a quiet space and really wants to tell the other roommate they can't play music or sounds at all, but they realize this is a shared space and that isn’t fair since they both have equal rights to the space. They realize that coming up with a compromise is better for both of them.

Then think about these questions in regards to the example:

What is a good way for the roommate to approach the other roommate?

This approach should be non accusatory, not aggressive and be direct.

Example of what I might say “While I understand that noise helps you study, it makes it really hard for me to study. Can we discuss a compromise so that we can both be able to study?”

What are potential solutions the roommate can think of to propose?

The solutions should take into accounts the needs of both parties.

Some possibilities might include one roommate getting noise cancelling headphones or the other getting headphones (or a bit of both to make it fair or maybe one of them gets a set and they split the cost to make it fair) or designated study times where they take turns with silence and noise.

It’s possible that the solution doesn’t work for the roommate. Maybe their disorder makes it hard to stick to planned study times, or maybe they have sensory issues with having things touching their ears. If that happens, then it’s time to see if there’s a compromise within the solution or whether another solution should be suggested.

There might be a case where a solution is avoiding something. Like for example, one friend needs subtitles because of auditory processing issues. One friend can’t have subtitles because they’re too distracting and make it impossible for them to watch the movie. In a situation like this, the friends might not watch movies together and instead find other activities they can enjoy together.

[think-like-a-poet]

Take me back to the night me met

Part 1- Traitor

Part 2- You are here

Part 3- I bust the windows out your car.

Ex Charles Leclerc x Singer Fem!Reader

Summary: Charles faces the consequences of his actions. You both look back at your relationship.

wc: 1272

With the McDonalds in your hands the three of you drove off to the Hotel in Nice where Pierre and Kika were staying.  "Was it something I did. Am I not good enough?" You had broken down the moment you exited Monaco. Stuffing fries in your mouth you hoped to stop the crying. "Don't say that, you didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes people just want to ruin a perfectly good thing and that will never be your fault. Remember that." she stroked your shoulders in encouragement to help calm you down. 

"Did he say anything to you Pierre. Anything that would have led to this." You cried out. His heart broke at the sight of you. "I don't know why Charles would do this, but I will figure it out. From everything i heard that men was head over heels for you and I know that he did a future with you. I want to know what changed his mind and fucked everything up." Pierre sounded angry. He wanted to slap his friend in the head hoping he would find his brain back. How could he want to lose the woman he spent the last five years with? 

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A couple of kilometers away Charles had arrived at is apartment. The minute he saw the photos online he had booked a flight from Sicily and flew back to Monaco. He knew he couldn't explain it over call. He knew you would hang up on him or don't even pick up the phone. He couldn't blame you. 

He did have a work meeting planned but it got cancelled last minute. Some of is colleges had invited him to the yacht part and he couldn't say no. He forgot to tell you about the change of plans. He also forgot how much alcohol he had consumed and after he knew it he had fucked up everything that had happened the last five years. He knew the alcohol wasn't an excuse, but he did regret everything. He didn't plan for this to happen. 

When he opened up the door he was taken back by the cold sfeer of the home. He knew that you left. He felt it. Walking through the apartment he saw that your things were missing. The bookshelf was almost fully empty, only his own books were still placed on the dark wooden shelf. Plants were missing and he didn't see your guitar. Walking into the bedroom he saw the closet only filled with his clothes. Some of your pieces were on the ground, probably not able to pack them in your bags. Tears felt his eyes as he screamed his lungs out. "Putain, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, please don't leave." he slid to the ground as he put his knees to his chest. 

His eyes were puffy and red by the time he finally managed to calm himself down a bit. The tears were dried to his face by the time he looked up from the ground. His eyes landed on the picture on the nightstand. It was you two together at his first Monaco grand prix. He love that picture more then anything and right now he wanted to smash it to pieces. 

He didn't know what to do. He needed someone to talk too, but he knew he didn't have anyone. He had seen a note on the table from Pierre, saying that he didn't have to call because he wouldn't pick up. He couldn't talk to his family, they would only scold him for this. As he deserved. The only option he had was Max. Before he knew it he had walked out of his apartment and towards the Dutchman's home. Hoping he would have good advice for him. 

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Pierre looked up at the sound of his phone ringing. A confused  look  made a way on his face when he saw that it was Max verstappen calling. That didn't happen often anymore. "Hello Max. What is it?" the other side of the phone was silent and Pierre taught maybe it was a butt dial. He waited for ten seconds more before the dutch man started to speak. "Hi, Sorry. Can you please tell me what is going on. Charles is crying on my couch and I don't know what to do." 

Pierre's heart broke a bit knowing his friend was in pain, before remembering that he was the one that caused all of this to happen." Charles thought that it was a good idea to go and kiss another woman, that isn't his girlfriend. I think he right now comes to terms with his actions." He explains to the world champion who lets out a heavy groan. "Why did he do that. Why is he acting like it isn't his fault? He does keep asking about her, so please just tell me you know where Y/N is." Pierre tells him that he had picked you up the moment he figured out and that you were right now crying your heart out to Kika. "Please get to know why he did it?" 

"Who was it?" Kika asked her boyfriend. "Max. Charles is in his home crying his heart out because of his stupid actions." Your head snapped up by the sound of Charles. Was he sad?  Good he deserved to be. He is the one that screwed everything up. "What an ass whole is Charles. His red flag is redder than his Ferrari."

As if it was on cue your phone started ringing. It was Charles. Charles Leclerc the man who broke your heart was trying to reach out for you. "Don't pick up. Let that man hurt." Kika grabbed the phone out of your hand. He tried another time and again, before starting to text you. Messages were filling your inbox so fast that you wanted to know what he was saying. "Just let me read them. I won't answer."

Charles<3

-I am sorry

- Please just pick up the phone

- Can we talk

- I didn't mean for this to happen

- I love you Cheri

- Please, just talk to me

- I can explain

-> read

- Don't leave me

- We didn't built all of this for nothing

- I can see that you read them

- J'taime

- Cherie please

- Y/N please just let me explain myself

- promise it is not what it looks like

Your heart ache with the feeling that maybe it was all fake. Maybe it didn't happen. "I just wished this never happened. That this was all some kind of nightmare and that I woke up with him next to me. I want to go back to the moment that I met him and do things differently, hoping he doesn't end everything. Why can't it be like the past." You sniffled.  You think back about how you met Charles. It was the end of 2017. You had been lost in the mall of Monaco and asked a stranger for help. That stranger turned out to be Charles Leclerc, the formula 2 championship winner. You had been in love the minute your eyes landed on him, it being the same for him. You were both young, but knew that you wanted to spend time with each other. At the end all of it was for nothing. 

All that time you spent together. The dates, the conversations, the sacrifices. It was all for nothing. Just because he had to ruin it by kissing another woman. You hated him for that. That he threw everything away that you had worked for. You want to be hurt the same way that you were feeling right now. You smile a bit when you get an idea in your head. "The positive look from this is. I finally have the inspiration to write a new album. And it is going to be completely dedicated to the man who broke my heart."

Part three is coming

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 9 (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: This was inspired by hectic day at work I had on Wednesday and this is what I needed so I wrote it into existence.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, reader is punished for her spicy attitude, spanking, light slapping, light hair pulling, overstimulation, use of toys, cock warming, very very light degrading (brat, dumb little brain), aftercare of course, FLUFF, they all love each other

ANGST! Y/N comes home from a bad day with an attitude, boys put her in her place (in the best possible way), mentions of some of the down fall of the their ex saying things in the tabloids as well as some mentions of consequences of being with the guys. Y/N briefly talks about her weight and how people gossip about why she's with them (They remind her she's perfect as is no matter what she looks like <3)

More than anything Y/N has some big feelings and just want to throw a tantrum knowing her boys can handle that.

Word Count: 3819

Series here/ Donate to Me

You growl as you enter their (now your) apartment and toss you things on the table as you stomp like a child to the refrigerator to grab a beer. 

Usually when the little girl came out, she just wanted her Daddies to take care of her but sometimes there were evenings like this. Evenings where she wanted to throw a tantrum till she was heard (and put in her place). 

You three had been back home for the past couple of weeks and things had been hectic to say the least. Steve had been losing clients and investments left and right while Eddie’s band was dealing with cancellations in regard to the things their ex kept saying in the tabloids. 

For them you did your best to keep things together and be there for them when they needed you but after today you couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

Neither man had yet to need to do that with you so you weren’t sure how they would react but in this moment with the headspace you were in, you didn’t care. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”

“It was really fucking awful, Eddie. How was yours?”

At your tone, his head tilts as his eyes watch you fume to the couch and throw your body down. 

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“No! I just want everyone to leave me the fuck alone!”, you holler his way as you take a sip from your bottle and slam it loudly on the glass table in front of you.

“What’s going on out here? I’m trying to work and all I hear is shouting.”, Steve asks as he comes up beside his friend. 

“Ask Y/N how her day was. I dare you.”, the rockstar smirks as he gestures your way. 

Taking in your sour demeanor, the mogul takes a seat beside you.

“Did you have a rough day, honey?”

“Wow. I wonder gave that away.”, you sass under your breath. 

It’s incredibly heavy; the change in the air signaling that they are stepping into that dominate headspace you desperately needed. You love it so much especially when it seeps out of the two men you love. 

“We’re going to try this again. How was your day, Y/N?”

Your annoyed eyes meet his angry ones as your face changes and you display a big, obnoxiously wide smile. 

“Oh my God, Steven. I had the BEST day! People were soooooo nice and my boss is just a delight. I can’t wait to go back on Monday and do it all over again!”

As you speak, his own features never falter as his lips form into a thin line and his chest huffs at every sarcastic filled word. Eddie on the other hand was having the time of his life as he continued to stand behind the couch watching in amusement with a small smile that told you things were about to get interesting.  

You and Steve stare each other down for what feels like an eternity before he blinks and rises to his feet. 

“Get up.”

“No.”

He didn’t even hesitate as he bent down and grabbed your throat between his thick fingers. 

“I said…get…up.”

Swallowing down the moan that wanted to break free at his tone, you ran through every possibility in your mind of how this could go. You could say no again and see what they do. You were already going to be punished so what would it hurt to rile him up more. You could listen and follow him but where was the fun in that? You weren’t sure how far you wanted, no NEEDED, them to go so you could feel better but—

A light but firm slap to your cheek brought all your thoughts to a halt and for that you were grateful.

“If I have to say it again, you won’t like the outcome.”

“I’m sorry.”, you murmur as your eyes fall. 

“You’re sorry what?”

I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“This is the one and only time I’m reminding you of that. You don’t answer correctly there will be consequences. Am I being clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His amber eyes scan you over before gesturing with his head towards the bedroom and this time you follow without complaint. 

“Take off your clothes and then sit.”, he commands as he points to the bed. 

As you do what you’re told, you watch Eddie disappear into the closet while Steve goes to his desk to close his laptop that he had been working on. 

“Told you I had handcuffs.”, the rockstar grinned. “Turn around.”

Was he in the right headspace? With him, you could never tell in the sense of he could still be is goofy self while being in dominate mode. It’s one of the many things you love about him. Maybe you could push back a little and see—

A hard tug of your hair had your wide eyes staring up at him as he continued to smirk down at you. 

“I may be nicer than he is but that doesn’t mean I’m a push over.” 

Your eyelids flutter slightly at the gruffness behind his words. God you need them both to toss you around this room and fuck you senseless—

“Jesus, you really are testing the brat limit aren’t you, little girl?”, he growled as he yanked on your hair again. “This is going to be a long evening if you don’t start listening. Now…turn around.”

You do as he says and as he clicks the metal around your wrists, Eddie leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. 

“How is that? Not too tight?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good.”, he grins before delivering a hard slap to your ass. “Now kneel.”

Holding your bicep, he helped guide you on to your knees in front of Steve who was sitting in his desk chair leaning to the side on his fist with that annoyed look still plastered on his face. 

God, he looked incredibly sexy in his button up shirt he had rolled up to his elbows with the slacks and expensive shoes that catered to his long legs as they stretched—

Another hash spank to your behind brought you back as you realized Eddie had squat down beside you on his heels. Shifting your gaze, the rockstar had placed one of the many toys you three had in front of you. 

Glancing back to face him, you licked your lips at his strong clenched jaw and the way his tattoos looked against his bare chest—

“Nope. Come back, little girl.”, he scolded as fingers roughly pinched your cheeks. “You wanted to act like a brat so we’re going to treat you like one. Pay attention because I’m only explaining it once. The rules are actually pretty simple but with the way your dumb little brain is having trouble staying focused…”, he laughed mockingly making your jaw tighten in his grasp.

“Control the fucking attitude, Y/N. Do you hear me?”, he growled as the man pressed his forehead to yours. “I said do you hear me?”

“Yes. Daddy.”, you answer through clenched teeth. 

Another light smack to the face had you reeling as your brain became fuzzy in the best way possible. Licking his own lips, his hand turned you to face him again. 

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” This time your response isn’t filled with aggravation but desperation as you try to tilt your lips towards his before he pulls away leaving you wanting. 

“Ride.”, Eddie orders as his eyes gesture towards the dildo in front of you. “Don’t stop until we tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As he leans back against Steve’s desk beside his friend, you lower yourself on to the toy with a moan and begin to bounce on your knees. 

“Keep your eyes forward, Y/N.”, the mogul commands. “Why are you being punished?”

“This—mmm—doesn’t feel like a punishment.”

The rockstar chuckles as he glances up towards the mogul who tilts forward, placing his elbows on his knees. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Keep going, honey. Make yourself cum.”

After what felt like an eternity, sore knees, and a few orgasms later, you felt your resolve begin falter. 

“No one told you to stop, Y/N.”, Eddie scolded as you lazily bounced upward. 

“My…legs…”

“Should have thought about that before you started being disrespectful.”, Steve replied calmly. “Color?”

“Green…Daddy…”

“Geez, Ed, look at her. Still so fucking defiant. We can do this all night if you want, baby. Since you’re having such a good time.”

Your body froze and you couldn’t help but softly cry as you tried to will it to keep going. 

“I-I’m…I can’t…”

Crawling to your side, ringed fingers lightly pushed you sideways and you groaned as you tipped over on to the floor. You hiss as Eddie removes the toy from between your legs and lifts you up to place you on the bed with your head hanging just so over the side. 

Pulling down his sweats, you couldn’t help but sigh as his hard, leaking cock was freed from its confinement. He was insanely turned on after watching you which had a sense of pride flowing through your body.

“Don’t get too confident, little girl. The punishment isn’t over.”, he chided as he leaned over you to slap your cunt with his palm. 

As he crawled to position himself between your legs, Steve slid over in his chair towards your head and lifted it up with his massive palm. 

You pushed back against him while mewling loudly as Eddie guided himself inside you. 

“Fuck me, she’s so fucking tight.”, he groaned as his fingers dug into your thighs. “Stop it.”, he scolded when you tried to roll your hips.

“I thought you couldn’t move anymore?”, Steve mused in a sarcastic tone. “I mean that’s absolutely fine, honey. We got you.”

The sound of vibration filled the room and you squealed when the man inside you pressed the wand to your clit. 

“You had the best fucking day ever, right? That’s what you said? What a way to end it huh?!”

Your eyes fluttered and your fingers dug into the comforter underneath you as you came hard around Eddie’s cock making his face twitch as his mouth fell open slightly. 

“P-Please, Daddy…move…”

“I think I’m—fuck—alright where I am. Just warming my dick in this quivering pussy.”

You whine like a child, even kicking your feet for added measure before you’re spanked a few times in quick succession and your legs fall against the bed.

The rockstar is ruthless with the wand in his hand as he presses it roughly against your nub and shakes it forcing a couple more orgasms out of you without once thrusting his hips.

That’s all you could think about as you began to sob; how badly you wanted them to fuck, hold, and praise you. How much you needed to hear their comforting tones again.

How much you loved them and appreciated everything they did for you. 

The vibration stopped and you sigh pleasantly as both of Steve’s hands clung to either side of your head as his breath warmed your ear. 

“Why are you being punished?”

“B-B-Because I was being a brat and—and disrespecting you both.”, you cried.

“Do you think Daddy deserved that?”

“No…no, sir. I’m so sorry.”

“And what are we going to do the next time we have big girl feelings like you did today?”, Eddie asked as he placed his own palms against the mattress, hovering above you.

“T-Talk to you, Daddy. I’m sorry. I-I-I got so overwhelmed and—”

“Shhhhh, sweetheart. Don’t think about that right now. All I want you to do is focus on my cock and how good it feels. That’s all I’m focusing on so I don’t cum yet.”, he whispers as his forehead rests on yours. “Your pussy is so wet, Daddy can slide deeper into you. Can you feel me, baby? Can you feel Daddy?”

At his words, he slowly pumps his hips eliciting a moan from your lips that has him smiling down at your beautiful face. 

“Yeah, you do, baby girl.”

His mouth descends on yours for a quick kiss before pushing up onto his knees and lifting your leg over one of his shoulders. Gripping your thighs tightly, he pounds into you at a blistering speed as the obscene echo of your slick fills the room. 

Eddie’s grunts drive you crazy and you would give anything to be able to touch him. 

“Come on, Y/N. Cum again for me.”, he pants knowing he won’t last much longer. 

As your back arches, he fucks you through you bliss and as your legs tremble, Eddie slams his release hard into your cunt as you whine at the force.

“Fuck.”, the rockstar grumbled as he allowed your pussy to milk him before rolling out of the way as his friend grabs your arms and manhandles you till your straddling his waist. 

His amber irises remain locked on yours as he unbuckles his belt and you lift yourself so he can push his pants with his boxers down his thighs. Taking ahold of his shaft, you gradually guided yourself down on to him with the two of you mewling at the stretch. 

“You got this, honey. Just grind your waist—shit—just like that. Go at your own pace.”

“My…pussy is so…tight, Daddy.”

Pushing up on to his palms, he tenderly kisses your cheek.

“Color, baby?”

“G-Green. I don’t…know how much…more I can take.”

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Daddy is so proud of you. Can you give me one more? Just one more, pretty girl.”

Nodding your head, you bounced your hips as hard as you could relishing in the sounds of his heavy breathes as they fanned your face. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, he fell back on the bed bringing you with him as he kissed your lips. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, Y/N. Can your little pussy handle it?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, f-fuck, please.”

Behind you, you feel his legs move and you can’t help but giggle when his pants get caught on his ankle. Softly grinning, he wraps one arm around your back to keep you balanced as he reaches down to kick them off the rest of the way. 

Planting his feet into the mattress, Steve thrusts up into you aggressively, hitting that overstimulated spongey spot inside of you as he clung to your body and held you against his chest. 

You didn’t hold back as the coil in your belly snapped and a loud scream erupted from your chest. At the sensation, the mogul’s hips sputter as he coats your walls with his spend. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Good…good girl, baby.”, he cooed as he pet your head but when he realized your tears weren’t stopping, he and Eddie locked eyes, silently having a conversation as they kicked into the other side of their dominate mode. “It’s ok, honey. You’re ok and your safe. I’m going to uncuff you, alright?”

As soon as you nod, Steve blindly reaches behind you till he hears a low click but when he tries to bring your arms forward you don’t move. 

“Baby girl, I need to look you over to make sure you’re ok. Can you sit up for me?” His heart breaks when you shake your head as you continue to quietly cry. “It’s ok. We’re right here, Y/N.”

“Sweetheart, can you drink this for me please?”

Again, you shake your head.

“I’ll make you a deal. You drink some of this water and let us do some aftercare and when we’re done we’ll order pizza from that place you like, have a beer, and listen to music.”, Eddie soothes, tenderly smiling when you finally lean back to meet his gaze. “There she is…so beautiful…”

Taking the bottle from his hands, you sip some of the liquid and he praises you as he takes it back to place it on the bedside table. Noticing you wince at your sore muscles, the rockstar promptly lifts you into his arms and carries you into the bathroom where he places you into the bath he had already made. 

After gesturing towards your wrists, you show them to him and he makes note of the slight indents in your skin as he rubs them gently with his thumb. 

“Do you think you’ll need some ice?” His eyes scan you over cautiously when your head shakes once more. “Baby, I know sometimes when you get into this headspace it takes you some time to come back but can you tell me one thing? This isn’t our fault is it? We didn’t push you too hard or too rough?”

Hearing the pain in his voice, you reach for his hand and thread your fingers between his. 

“No, Daddy. I needed this.”

“Ok.”, he murmurs. “Be prepared though, Harrington is going to do that panicky thing where he talks in run on sentences without taking a breath because he wants to see you smile.”

As if on cue, Steve rounds the corner in his boxers, still wearing the button up he had before with his phone in his hand. 

“Ok, I ordered the pizza so it should be here in about twenty minutes and I also added some more of that beer you like to it just in case. If you don’t want that, baby, we have wine that Eddie brought home the other day. I got the living room ready with some blankets and pillows but there’s no rush…”

The mogul’s voice trails off when he hears your laugh as his friend flashes him a big, toothy smile. 

“What?”

“No, nothing, man. You’re just doing that thing again.”

“I don’t think I’m going overboard here. She had a bad day!”

“Mhmm.”, Eddie teased as he helped you to your feet and guided you to the bed. “There you go, sweetheart, lift your foot for me.”

Once you were in some comfy clothes, they brought you to living room where Steve had indeed set up pillows and cushions from the couch into a little area with blankets in front of the glass to the back patio so you could see the snow that had begun to fall. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, honey?”

“I…I just need to…I don’t know…throw a tantrum…I guess.”

Grinning your way, Eddie reached out to push some lose hair behind your ear. 

“We understand, princess. We really do.”

“We didn’t go too far, right?”

“No, Steve, you didn’t go to far. It was everything I needed in the moment. Thank you.” As your voice cracked, both men scooted closer to you to comfort you. “I didn’t…go too far…right?”

“No, baby. You were perfect as always.”

“It didn’t occur to me till…till I came down from my high…that…that...” Tears began to fall again as you stuttered over your words. 

“Hey, take your time, Y/N. You can tell us anything.”, Steve cooed in his Daddy tone that made you feel safe. 

“When I was being a brat…We’ve never really talked about…Did I remind you of her?”

“Of who, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked genuinely confused. 

“Gina.”

“Oh, baby—”

“I know she was always bratty and a bitch, screaming at you and being rude…hurting you. You both have been going through so much lately because of her and it kills me. The last thing I want to do it trigger something or—”

A ringed finger over your lips silenced you while you were rambling. 

“You’re doing that thing Steve does.”, the rockstar smiles as his friend narrows his eyes his way. “No, Y/N. You didn’t remind us of her. What you did when you came home isn’t even close to how she was. Like you said, you threw a tantrum. She used to be vindictive. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

“You don’t have to.”, you whimper as you reach up to caress his cheek.

“Is that why you were upset? Because of what we’ve been going through?”, Steve asked.

“It’s part of it…”

“What’s the other part?”

“I haven’t told you this but…people whisper about me at work. They don’t understand why I’m still a teacher if I’m with men who have money.”, you roll your eyes. “Those whispers bother me the most because it just shows how people would use you.”

“What about the other whispers, honey?” When you jaw clenches and you turn away, the mogul lightly grabs your chin and brings you back around to face him. “Are they about Gina?”

“No…not exactly…they are similar to things she’s said. That there has to be some motive for you being with a girl like me because…”

“Because you’re full figured?”

“Because I’m fat and poor, Eddie.”, you snap. “Let’s not fucking sugarcoat it.”

“Look at me, Y/N.”, he growls in deep voice you had never heard from him before. “Don’t ever let me hear you talk about yourself like that again. You say that like those are flaws. Yeah you don’t make a ton of money but you’re doing something you love and are really fucking good at. Are you a bigger girl? Yeah but that doesn’t change how goddamn beautiful you are and how kind your sarcastic fucking heart is.”

As you laugh through your tears, they smile as Steve reaches out with to catch them with his thumb. 

“My final straw was when my boss called me into his office ‘to talk’. I was so terrified that I was going to be fired even though he said my relationship was fine but then he asked if Steve would be willing to invest money into the school so we can get new shit we don’t need and it just…” When you growl in frustration both men can’t help but chuckle as the rockstar leans forward to kiss your temple. 

“It still amazes me sometimes that a woman like you exists, Y/N.”, the mogul tenderly smiles as he tilts down to kiss your lips. “You are a rarity, baby. We’ve gotten used to people like your boss but you’ve never been like that. You have no idea how much that means to us. Add in your beauty and that kind, sarcastic fucking heart.”

The three of you giggle as Eddie sticks out his tongue and winks. 

“I’m so sorry you’re going through that, honey. Do you want us to talk to your boss?”

“No, Steve. I can handle it. Today was just…”

“A lot. Yeah, we get that. Things are, um, probably about to get heavier, sweetheart, since we have mediation soon with our lawyers and the Siren.”

That makes you cackle so hard that you fall into the rockstar’s chest as he presses your beaming face into him and kisses your forehead. 

“You two can throw tantrums to…if you need to…”

As the doorbell rings, they smile at you as Steve gets up to answer the door.

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[gabessquishytum]

Hob always thought dream, his friend destruction’s older brother, was so gorgeous but he doubted dream ever noticed him. He was just destruction’s friend, and dream was so much older and more elegant. But he always had a smile and a kind word for hob, and sometimes he would talk to him about art and books and movies. Then dream goes off to college and disappears for a while.

Fast forward about ten years and destruction decides he is tired of his parents’ shit. He cuts himself off and moves in…with his big brother dream, who estranged himself years ago.

Suddenly hob finds himself going over to the brothers’ shared apartment all the time and there is dream, grown up and the loveliest man hob has ever seen. He’s so smart and even taller now, and he has such a sense of confidence and power now that he’s living on his own. And he is such a good big brother, encouraging destruction to be an art major and pursue his dreams.

Soon, dream and hob are close as well, and destruction encourages it, with a funny little smirk whenever he catches dream offering hob a ride, or whenever hob makes dinner for three.

When hob gets kicked out of his place, dream doesn’t hesitate to invite him to come live with them too.

Hob’s crush is back full force. And he feels so stupid—he’s a virgin and he knows dream dates beautiful, interesting and experienced people. He’d never go for someone like hob…

Until one day, hob forgets to lock the door when he’s showering and dream comes in and gets an eye full of hob, ass, thighs, dick and tits—everything. and his eyes go molten with want. He quickly recovers and apologizes and leaves but hob is suddenly full of hope.

Not two weeks later, destruction goes out of town for the weekend, leaving them alone. It’s so nice. Dream cooks. They watch a movie and split a bottle of wine, and Dream puts his arm around hob.

Then they’re kissing.

Dream asks him if he’s had sex before and hob admits he hasn’t. But he desperately wants to.

Dream just smiles at him, lays him down and fingers him until he’s crying into the couch cushions.

This is such a wonderful idea!!! I fully and completely adore the idea of Destruction matchmaking Hob and Dream. He thinks they'll be so cute together! They both deserve nice things, you know?

Hob is so nervous as his relationship with Dream finally begins. He's had a crush - well, maybe he's even been a little bit in love - on Dream for so long now. What if he fucks it all up now that he finally has what he wanted? What if he can't please Dream properly? He's a virgin, after all... but before he can spiral into a proper anxiety attack, Dream soothes him with sweet kisses and basically scrambles his brain. He's determined to make Hob’s first time good, and more than that he's determined to love him as he deserves to be loved.

When Destruction comes home from his little trip, he meets Hob in the kitchen. Hob is like... starry eyed. Standing by the fridge wearing what has to be one of Dream’s silky black pj shirts. There are definitely hickies all over his chest, and one of his nipples is red and has obviously been enthusiastically sucked. Hob is just like "dude. bro. i know you don't want to know. but holy shit."

And Destruction really doesn't want to know the details, but he's happy to slap Hob on the back. He's honestly thrilled to see two of his favourite people getting together. Just... don't tell him that Hob lost his virginity on the couch where they all hang out and watch movies, okay? 🤣 In his own bedroom later, Destruction also finds a gift from his big brother - a very fancy pair of noise cancelling headphones. It's a very nice "thank you for introducing me to Hob" gift. And when he's best man at their wedding in five or so years time, Destruction will fondly remember how he really fucking needed those headphones when Hob went from virgin to slut for Dream’s dick, but he couldn't even be mad about it <3

[introspectivememories]

shanks and buggy denden au where:

the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan

so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom

they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)

phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.

anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.

(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)

they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.

and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.

they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4

(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)

anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.

and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping

anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party

buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.

bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.

it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.

(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!

shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.

and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.

and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)

that's when buggy notices the denden.

🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?

and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer

🤡 looking away: it was cheaper

and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?

🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.

and buggy is floored.

🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?

shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks

🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!

they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid

🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

out of my league | pedri gonzalez [part ii]

🎓 synopsis: Somehow, you managed to make friends in college – well, more like they reached out to you, and now you’re not alone anymore. As your new friendships pull you out of your shell, Pedri seems to be doing the same, but you’re finding it harder than ever to take the next step and let him in. tags: self-doubt, friends-to-maybe-lovers, emotional vulnerability, overthinking. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 3.6k words)

you can read the first part here, or go to the masterlist.

part 1

"No offense, but when was the last time you took a shower?" Alexia asks, wrinkling her nose a little as she drops her bag onto the library table. You’ve been holed up here for hours, losing track of time, losing track of everything, really. To be fair, you did shower this morning, but looking at your reflection in your laptop screen, you realize you must look like a total disaster. It’s not just the exhaustion that’s etched into your face – it’s the way your hair is doing that weird frizzy thing, and how the stress has drained all the color from your cheeks. You want to sob.

There’s also this thing tonight, when you’re supposed to meet Pedri. A date. Well, not a date – a meeting, you remind yourself, because dates are for people who know what they’re doing. You’ve barely been fulfilling your role as his friend lately, let alone anything more. The thought of facing him in your current state sends a rush of panic through you. But this project... it’s taken over every last corner of your brain, squeezing out even the smallest semblance of self-care.

“You don’t get it, Lexi,” you say, rubbing a hand over your tired eyes, “This project is eating me alive. I can’t think about anything else.”

You feel the tears coming before you can stop them, all the pent-up emotion spilling over as the words catch in your throat. “And I have a meeting with Pedri tonight and I look awful.” Your voice breaks, and now you're full-on crying, fat tears streaming down your face. Alexia laughs, but it’s gentle, as she wipes at your tears with the sleeve of her sweater, the fabric smudging across your cheeks.

“A meeting? Is that what you two are calling it now?” she teases.

“Please don't make fun of me right now,” you hiccup, “I’m seriously having a breakdown.”

“You’re not having a breakdown, okay? You’re just tired, probably hungry, and, yeah, you look like a mess, that’s all!” Alexia says, giving you a warm, reassuring smile.

"Do you think I should cancel with him?" you ask between sobs.

"I don't know, baby. What do you want?"

You think about it, really think. All you want right now is a long, hot bath, a warm plate of food, and to binge some mindless Netflix series. The idea of pretending to be put-together tonight feels like more than you can handle.

“Yeah, I think I need some time off tonight,” you say slowly. You look at Alexia, suddenly struck by how composed she looks. Even though you’re in the same class, dealing with the same workload, she always seems to keep her cool. Meanwhile, you’re pretty sure the rest of your study group is scattered across campus in various states of meltdown, just like you. “How come you don’t look like shit, huh?”

“I think it’s because I just don’t care,” she says with a shrug. “It’s just college, you know? I’m not going to let this kill me.”

“You’re crazy,” you mutter, pointing your pen at her face. “But thank you… I guess, for telling me I need a break.”

“Anytime,” she says, beaming at you. “I got you!”

You take a shaky breath and start cleaning your nose with a tissue, already feeling better.

part 2

You stumble into your dorm room, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing face-first onto your bed. After a few moments, you roll over, sighing as you pull out your phone. You know you have to cancel tonight, but the thought of disappointing Pedri makes your chest feel heavy.

You type out a quick message before you can second-guess yourself:

You: 

Hey... 

I know we were supposed to meet tonight, but I’m honestly so drained. 

I think I just need to stay in and rest.

You hit send and toss your phone aside, staring at the ceiling, feeling guilty and relieved all at once. You almost jump when your phone buzzes a second later.

Pedri: 

I get it, don’t worry about it!

Are you okay?

You hesitate before replying.

You: 

Yeah, just really overwhelmed. 

It’s been a week, you know?

There’s a long pause before his response comes through, and you wonder if he’s upset. But when you pick up your phone, you see his message:

Pedri:

Can I do anything to help? Bring you food or something? 

I don’t have to stay if you don’t want, just wanna make sure you’re alright.

His offer feels genuine and, weirdly, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. You think about it for a second and realize that, despite everything, you don’t want to be completely alone tonight.

You: 

Takeout sounds nice. 

I was thinking about just eating junk food and watching movies. 

Nothing fancy.

Pedri: 

I can pick up your favorite and come over? 

Promise I won’t be trouble. 

I’ll just hang out and keep you company if you want. 

Or I can go after dropping off the food. 

Whatever you need.

There’s something so comforting in his willingness to let you set the tone. You don’t feel pressured, just… cared for. 

You: 

Okay. 

That sounds good. 

Pedri: 

Deal. 

I’ll be there in 30. 

You: 

Thanks, Pedri. Really.

You’ve got some time before Pedri gets here, and you decide to make the most of it. It’s Friday night, your roommate’s out, and for once, you have the room to yourself. You push yourself off the bed and head to the bathroom, there’s no time for a full transformation, but you want to feel a little more put-together.

Back in your room, you search for your comfiest pajamas, cute enough that you don’t feel completely bedraggled. You slip them on, pairing them with some fuzzy socks. 

You survey the room; it’s not a complete mess, but it’s far from inviting. Your bed, unmade and a little dull, catches your eye. You grab your favorite blanket and spread it over the bed. The cozy texture instantly brightens the space. Next, you light the lavender-scented candle your mom sent you last semester. 

The laptop goes on the end of the bed, positioned so that two people can comfortably watch a movie together. You prop up a couple of pillows, creating a small nest that you hope will make you feel more at ease when Pedri gets here. You settle on the bed, drawing the blanket over your lap as you scroll mindlessly through your streaming service’s list of comfort movies.

A few minutes later you hear a soft knock on your door and you’re already halfway to the door before you even realize you’ve moved. You pause for a second, taking one last steadying breath, before you open it.

Pedri is standing there, a takeout bag in one hand and a warm smile on his face. He's dressed down, just a hoodie and sweats, and something about the way he looks makes the weight in your chest ease a little. "Hi," he says softly, eyes scanning your face with curiosity.

"Hi," you reply, a little embarrassed by how relieved you are to see him. You step back, letting him in, and he walks past you into the room, setting the takeout down on your desk.

"I brought Thai," he says, holding up the bag with a small grin. "Figured you could use something comforting. I got that spicy noodle dish you like, and a few other things in case you’re not up for it."

You smile, genuinely this time, the warmth spreading through you as you shut the door behind him. “Thanks. That sounds perfect.”

Pedri looks around the room, noticing the little effort you put into making it feel cozy, and his smile softens. "You did all this for me?" he teases gently, nodding toward the candles and the freshly arranged bed.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small laugh that escapes. "I did it for me, actually. But... I guess you can enjoy it too."

He kicks off his sneakers and sinks onto the bed, pulling out the takeout containers while you sit beside him, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease. He’s careful not to invade your space, giving you a little room to breathe, even though you can tell he’s itching to comfort you more.

"So," he says, settling back against the pillows, "what’s the movie for tonight? I’m good with whatever. Just don’t make me cry, okay?"

It’s silly, you know – you two have spent hours talking about your favorite movies, music, and everything in between. Still, there's a part of you that worries about whether he’ll like what you like, whether you’re cool enough in his eyes. Letting him see more of who you are makes you feel oddly exposed. “Actually... my comfort movie is The Terminator, but we can watch something else if you want,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.

Pedri’s eyebrows lift, genuinely surprised. “Terminator? I’ve never seen it.”

Your jaw drops. “What?? Have you been living under a rock?” you exclaim, forgetting your nervousness in the heat of the moment. He laughs, his eyes lighting up, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"Nope, just never got around to it, I guess. I mean, I know it's a classic, but... never seen it," he says, still grinning at your shock.

“Well, we have to watch it now,” you say, more certain than you’ve been all night. "It’s not negotiable."

“Alright, alright,” he agrees easily, shifting to get more comfortable against the pillows. “I trust your judgment.”

There’s a moment, just before you press play, where you’re hyper-aware of how close he is. It’s strange because you’ve never been alone together like this in your room – just the two of you, no distractions, no other friends around to keep things light. You’re both taking things slow, or maybe you’re not taking them anywhere at all. You’ve never really talked about what this is. You just hang out. Sometimes you kiss, sometimes you don’t, but you never ask what it means. Right now, you don’t have a clue where you stand with him or if this is going somewhere.

You press play. Pedri leans back, focused on the screen, and you steal a glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But he’s not making fun of you; he’s not rolling his eyes or pretending to be interested. He’s just... watching. And somehow, that feels like a win.

Halfway through the movie, you’re both more relaxed. Pedri’s arm is draped casually over the back of the bed, and you’re leaning just a bit closer to him. The takeout is mostly gone, the containers pushed to the side, and he’s actually into the movie – asking you little questions about the plot and why it’s your favorite. 

He gives you a soft kiss on the temple, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even look at you when he does it; it's absent-minded, like he’s barely aware of it. But you feel it intensely. Your heart kicks up, and suddenly, the movie’s just background noise – your mind is spinning. You feel the space between you both close in, shrinking to nothing.

You’re not a virgin, but you might as well be. Your experience was limited – just a couple of times with your first and last boyfriend, back in high school. 

With Pedri, things have always felt... safe. But that simple, soft peck on your temple makes you acutely aware that you just invited a boy into your room, alone, on a Friday night. 

Is that why he’s been hanging around for so long? 

You hear Melanie’s voice in your head, mocking you, saying he’d get bored in a month and go crawling back to her. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you shift away from him, putting space between you two. Your heart pounds as you look at him, waiting for a reaction, and he turns to you, eyes widening with instant understanding. He knows. Just by the way you’ve moved, he knows exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Oh –” Pedri’s face goes pale, his voice panicked. “I didn’t mean... I wasn’t thinking, I swear!” He sounds as terrified as you feel.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he rushes to say, his words stumbling over each other. “I’m sorry, I –” He stops, takes a breath, and tries again, his tone softer, more careful. “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I wasn’t trying to –”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, your voice shaky. But it's not fine, not really. You're suddenly too aware of your bare legs under the blanket, of the dim lighting, of how you’ve made your room just a little bit cozier, a little more inviting than usual.

Pedri watches you closely, his expression open, almost pleading. “I’m not here for that, okay? I mean it. I just wanted to hang out, like we always do. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

His eyes are sincere, his voice steady now, and you realize he’s waiting for you to make the call, to decide what happens next. He’s not pressuring you, not pushing. He’s giving you a lifeline, a way back to whatever this was before you started overthinking.

“Okay,” you say, nodding. 

“Do you want me to go?” he asks quietly, and you hate how sad he sounds.

“Yes,” you say, your voice breaking a little. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you, it’s…” You trail off. It’s you. You’re the one who felt your body light up when his lips brushed your temple, the one whose thoughts went straight to sex. Your face burns, a blush spreading hot and fast, making you feel like you’re stumbling back into the awkwardness of puberty. A simple peck, and suddenly you’re overwhelmed, spiraling.

Pedri, who’s always been so good at reading you, catches it all. His eyes widen even more, and you almost laugh at how surprised he looks. But this isn't funny to you. You don’t want him to see you like this, so, so... well, horny. “It’s me, okay? And I...” You struggle to find the right words, your heart racing. “Can you just... can you leave?”

His eyes stay fixed on you, lost somewhere between fascination and panic. You can see it – how he's immersed in the way your face is flushed, in the way you're struggling to catch your breath. He's seeing you in a way he never has before, and part of him likes it – likes that you want him this much, likes that he has this effect on you. But the other half of him is scared, almost as much as you are.

“Um... yes,” he says. He’s nodding, almost on autopilot, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s like he’s drinking in every detail, storing this moment away – the vulnerability in your expression, the way your eyes struggle to meet his. You see the flicker of conflict in his eyes, and it’s not just because he doesn’t want to leave. It’s because seeing you like this makes him want to give you everything, to do whatever you want, forever.

But he knows what you’re asking, and he’s not going to push.

“Yeah, I’ll leave,” he repeats, his words slow and careful like he’s reassuring himself as much as he’s reassuring you. 

He stands there for a second longer, just looking at you, his thoughts a mess of confusion and desire. There’s a moment you think he’s going to stay – going to ignore what you asked and sit back down beside you.

But he doesn’t. He turns, slowly, his eyes lingering on you until the very last moment, afraid to look away. He takes a breath, nodding to himself like he’s coming to a decision, and then he opens the door.

“Okay,” he says one last time, and there’s a small, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. “Goodnight.” His voice is so gentle, and the sound of it almost makes you want to cry.

He steps out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and you’re left alone. You just sit there, staring at the door.

part 3

Ana is telling you and Alexia about her latest rendezvous, this boy from computer science who rocked her world Friday night. It's Monday, and you're just staring at a wall as she talks, wanting to disappear. She’s being quite graphic, and when she notices your reaction, she stops mid-sentence and gives you a weird look.

“You're being weird,” she points out. “Wait. Am I being weird? Is it weird for me to say things like that?”

You shake your head, shifting your gaze to the ceiling instead, feeling the familiar creep of anxiety settling in.

“No. No. I'm weird, you were right the first time.”

“We all know that everyone at this table is weird,” Alexia chimes in. You're at the café you like so much – the one where you first met Pedri. You brought your friends here once, and now it’s become the go-to hangout spot for your group, which is nice... but you kind of miss coming here alone. It used to be your sad, quiet space, where you could brood without anyone pointing it out. Now, you have to deal with their curious stares and concerned comments.

“But now you're both being weirder than usual,” Alexia says, turning back to Ana. “Seriously, Ana, you had sex with Carlos? The guy with the Twitter account for his birds? And you...” She points at you. “What's up with you?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, waving a hand vaguely. “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Alexia says, clearly not buying it, and Ana just raises her eyebrows like she’s waiting for the real answer to come out. They’re both staring at you now, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Seriously, I’m just... tired,” you say, but the way Alexia’s lips twist into a knowing smile tells you that she’s already seen right through you.

“Tired,” she repeats, in that sarcastic tone that makes you feel about three inches tall.

“You’re always tired,” Ana adds. “But this is a new level of tired. Like, existential crisis tired.” She’s still sipping her iced coffee as if she’s discussing the weather, which makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together, but all you can think about is Pedri’s face when he left your room – the way he looked at you like he was trying to memorize every inch of your expression. It’s been looping in your mind ever since, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“I don’t know,” you admit finally, “I just... had a weird weekend.”

Ana narrows her eyes, leaning in conspiratorially. “Weird how?” she asks. “Like my Friday night weird or... your kind of weird?”

Your face flushes at the mention of her Friday night, but you just shake your head again. “No, not like that,” you say, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “Just... complicated.”

There’s a long, loaded silence before Alexia’s face softens, like she’s pieced something together in her head. “Oh,” she says quietly. “Is this about him?”

You don’t say anything, but your silence must give you away because Ana’s face lights up in recognition. “Oh my God,” she says, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did something happen with Pedri?”

“No!” you say, maybe a little too quickly, but they’re already grinning like they know all your secrets.

“Something definitely happened,” Alexia says, giving you a playful nudge. “Spill. Now.”

You sigh, realizing you’re not getting out of this, and you tell them – about the movie, about how everything had felt fine until it suddenly wasn’t, about how Pedri had left with that sad, confused look on his face. You don’t tell them how much it’s been bothering you, though. How you keep replaying the way he said “Goodnight” in your head like it means more than it should.

Ana and Alexia listen in silence, for once not interrupting with their usual commentary, and when you’re done, there’s a heavy pause.

“So...” Ana says slowly, “you freaked out because he kissed you? That’s it?”

You wince, feeling the words hit a little too close to home. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “I freaked out.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Alexia asks, not unkindly. “He likes you, you like him, and you invited him over. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I don’t know!” you say, feeling defensive. “I just – he’s Pedri. And I’m... me. It’s complicated, okay?”

“Everything’s complicated with you,” Ana says, rolling her eyes but smiling at the same time. “You know what I think? I think you need to stop overthinking and just go for it. If you want him, go get him. If you don’t, then stop torturing yourself about it.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, but even as you do, you can feel a tiny part of you wanting to believe that maybe it could be.

“Well, it should be,” Alexia says, giving you a knowing look. “I’m just saying – life’s too short to sit around being sad in a café about a guy who clearly cares about you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the words get stuck in your throat. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you’ve been making this all harder than it needs to be. But that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

“Just... think about it,” Ana says, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “And don’t do that thing where you talk yourself out of being happy, okay?”

➜ Next Part

[zelphin124]

DreamTale Short Story

This is the prize for the honorable mention, @cakesmelons from the SeasonTale Creative Challenge! Apologies it took so long to get to.

My writing commissions are still open! (If you can, please commission. I'm digging into emergency funds right now.)

Enjoy!

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"He's not getting any better."

Killer paced outside the big black door, his hands squeezing his skull together. He was panicking, and he didn't know what to do.

Dust came out with a list of things the boss would need, but none of them were obtainable anytime soon.

Horror did his best to slave in the kitchen, but the boss would barely eat anything.

In fact, he had been sick for weeks. Nightmare couldn't get out of his bed without throwing a heap of coughs. The gang had never seen him like this before, and it worried them. It was so bad that all missions and plans were cancelled week after week. Even Killer started to get bored. But all of them were concerned for their boss.

"What are we going to do?" Horror was the most concerned about Nightmare out of the three. He barely ate and slept just like the boss, all to make sure he was okay.

"Nothing we have is working," Dust flipped through his list again. "Everything that we would need is out of stock in the AUs we've been to... we've stolen it all."

"So then we go to more AUs and get more medicine!" Killer hissed, stopping his pacing. "We find more of it, and give it to boss..."

"It's not working!" Horror cried. "He's just gotten worse..."

"We need blue bone fiber," Dust said. "But... no one has it."

"The last time I saw it was when we were fighting the Star Sanses," Killer sighed. "There's no way they would give some to us..."

There was a moment of silence as Nightmare hauled a dozen or so coughs that echoed inside his room. Each cough hurt the trio's souls worse and worse. Although Nightmare could sometimes be cruel and unnerving, he was still their boss... and he took them in and cared for them.

"What if they did give it to us?" Horror proposed.

Dust's face looked like he just got hit by a baseball bat. "The heck you mean, 'what if'? They would never!"

"They might," Horror argued. "This is Nightmare we are talking about... didn't Dream have some sort of attachment to him?"

"Duh, they're brothers," Killer rolled his eyes as his soul flickered. Black tears started to drip down his skull. "But that was like, 500 years ago-"

"But what if he still cared for Nightmare?" Horror continued. "Surely, we could convince him to give us some medicine to help his sick brother."

"And give away the info that he's deathly ill to our enemies? Are you out of your mind?!" Dust hissed, throwing his clipboard on the ground. "Think with your brain for once!"

Killer pulled on Dust's shoulder, holding him back. "Actually..." he put his phalanges to his chin. "We could... manipulate Dream."

"We've tried that before and it didn't work," Horror shook his head. "I say we tell him upfront we need his help."

"You two are insane," Dust pushed Killer away from him. "They. Would. Not. Help. Us."

"Dream tends to be more deceivable when Swap and Ink aren't with him..." Killer smirked. "And he goes to visit that weird stump often."

"Maybe we could catch him there..." Horror added. "And we should be honest with what we need."

"Eh, who needs honesty when we have knives?" Killer smirked, pulling one out of his pocket and twirling it before walking away. "Come on, I'm sure he'll be there tonight!"

Dust's head bellowed with smoke coming out of it before he shouted in frustration, following after Killer. He seemed to be in an argument with himself again, despite him claiming it was his brother.

Horror sighed, hoping beyond hope that this would work. He creaked open the door to his boss' chambers.

Nightmare's eyes were glazed over as he stared at the ceiling. His hands were properly folded across his chest, and he looked unnaturally gray. He didn't have enough energy to sit up when he coughed, which slowly suffocated him. Thankfully, Killer sat him up earlier when he was asleep, but it only helped a little.

Horror mouthed some comforting words to his boss and to himself before he closed the door and bounded after the others. This has to work... his chest ached with anxiety. I don't know what I would do if it doesn't...

* * *

The gentle ray of sunshine looked so dim in the dark clouds. His light wasn't as bright when he stared at the stump in a forgotten land. Oftentimes, he would mutter words unbeknownst to anyone else. Sometimes, onlookers could catch him crying.

Dust had difficulty keeping Killer quiet as they sneaked up to Dream. It took everything in Killer to not giggle from excitement. The grin on his face was one of a girl getting to buy her favorite doll.

Dust hated it.

Horror thought it was amusing.

The more Killer smiled and laughed, the most Dust threatened to push him out in the open, away from the bushes. Horror encouraged Dust not to. They were close to sneaking up on Dream. One wrong move, and their plans might be screwed.

"I'm sorry, mother," The voice of Dream stopped them in their tracks. Expect for Killer's giggling. Apparently, everything was funny to him.

"I am doing my best to protect the balance, but it's hard..." Dream sighed. "People don't have hope anymore, and it weakens me..."

Before Horror could stop Dust, he pushed the laughing Sans out into the open, cursing at him.

Dream spun around, wiping his face as he observed Killer. His eyes widened, and he summoned his bow.

"Woah woah woah," Killer glared at Dust in the bushes before slowly approaching the ray of sunshine. "No need to shoot that, I'm not here to fight."

"Then what are you here to do, Killer?" Dream glared, extending his bow with each step Killer took.

"Hey can we not just talk? Not everything's gotta be about fighting ya know?" Killer bowed playfully, one of his hands gripping a knife behind him. "It's not like I'm going-"

"What do you want, Killer?"

Killer shrugged and sighed like a kid before standing up straight. "I know you still care about your brother."

Dream's grip on his bow loosened. He seemed taken aback. "W-What do you mean?"

"Come on now, I know you still spare him in battles. I see how you fight him; I see how you hold back."

"He's taking too long..." Dust whispered. "We need that blue bone fiber fast... Nightmare skipped his other medicine."

Horror shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he should go up and be honest, unlike Killer's stalling.

"It doesn't matter if I hold back or not," Dream sighed. "I still will stop you!"

"If you wanted to stop us, you would have already," Killer shrugged. "Now, I've come to make an offer. One that... I don't think you can refuse."

"What offer is he talking about?" Dust hissed.

Horror shrugged. He too, had no idea.

Dream glanced over at the bushes where Dust and Horror were hiding. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he lowered his bow. "What... offer?"

"Tell you what, Dreamy," Killer took another step up the hill. "How about we end this lil war of ours? Let's make a deal, and neither of us have to suffer."

"What's the catch?" Dream asked.

Horror couldn't wait any longer, Killer was taking too long. He sprang up from the bush and ran over to where Killer was. "We need blue bone fiber!"

Dream took a step back in surprise, before narrowing his eyes at the two. "Let me guess, Dust is with you too?"

"Idiots," Dust hissed as he casually trailed behind.

Dream shook his head and backed away. "Nuh uh, I ain't getting ambushed by you three-"

"We are not here to fight, Dream," Horror sighed. "Nightmare is sick... very sick... it's why you haven't seen us."

"We need the blue bone fiber to heal him, stat." Dust added.

Horror watched the conflicting emotions swirl in the sunshine's eyes. So he does still care, huh.

"That... makes sense," Dream whispered.

"I was getting there, guys!" Killer rolled his eyes. "I was striking a deal!"

"Nightmare wouldn't agree to a deal without his permission!" Dust barked.

"To save his life, he might!"

"That's not-"

"Boys," Dream interrupted them. "Look, I understand the dire of your situation. I can give Nightmare the blue bone fiber that I have... on one condition."

"Anything," Horror answered before the others could speak.

"I will go give him the fiber."

"Ain't no way," Dust shook his head. "Boss would not be happy about that."

Killer laughed. "So, you can kill him with your positivity?"

"I wouldn't kill him," Dream sighed. "I just... wish to see him again. If he's not so busy trying to kill me... maybe he will just hear me out..."

"You can give it to him," Horror answered. "Anything to save his life."

Dream stared at Horror for a long time before he smiled softly. "I'm glad he has you guys. You care about him... You risked coming to me to save him, it shows a lot. Thank you for... taking care of him all this time."

"Oh whatever," Dust sighed. "Can you give him the blue bone fiber already?"

"I will go grab it, and I'll meet you at the castle." Dream replied.

"Well hurry up," Dust hissed as he dragged Killer by the arm. "Your brother doesn't have long."

* * *

"He's in there."

Dream nodded softly before following Horror into Nightmare's room. The sunshine winced as he came in direct contact with negativity. It didn't slow his pace, however. He had a mission to save his brother, regardless if the murder trio liked it or not.

Nightmare's hands shook as Dream got closer. "What... are you... doing here..."

Horror found it intriguing that Dream remained silent as he crushed the blue bone fiber in the bowl. He sat on the edge of the bed and slowly fed it to Nightmare, the negative unable to resist.

"What did you... do..."

"Blue bone fiber," Dream answered his brother. "It will heal you within the next two days or so."

Boss seemed bewildered, and his eyes barely opened as he glanced at Dream. "W... why?"

"I..." Dream paused, wiping his teary eyes again. "I don't want to fight anymore. I miss my brother... I just want to have peace with you..."

Nightmare's breath was shaky as he tried to swallow the remaining fiber. "You... missed me?"

"I've always missed you," Dream sighed. "I never liked fighting you. I just did so you would stop killing people..."

"I..."

"But that doesn't matter right now," Dream continued. "I want you to get better, and I want you to recover and be okay. I care about you..."

Horror watched as Nightmare's weak hand barely touched Dream's.

"... I... care about you... too..."

Dream had to hold in his positive feelings of reassurance and resolution as he grasped Nightmare's hand. "I'll be here for you, brother."

Nightmare coughed again. "Go... now..."

Dream nodded and squeezed his brother's hand one more time before stepping towards the door, Horror following close behind. He couldn't help but notice a small smile on his boss' face before shutting the door. He sighed softly as he glanced at Dream. "Thank you, I don't know how to repay you."

The widest smile covered Dream's face as he brushed his arms and cried happy tears for the first time in a while.

"No, thank you."

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

The absurdity and stupidity of all shitflix cancelations lies in one simple question: How many of those canceled shows have you actually heard of before they got canceled?

- Warrior Nun - never heard of it until the moment I started seeing its fans spamming every shitflix post. And that was its second season. It had two seasons, for fucks sake, and most of us have never heard of it. You wanna know whose fault that is? Let me give you a hint. No, it's not the viewing numbers.

- First Kill (or whatever its name is) - Never heard of it until, once again, I saw people complaining about the cancelation under shitflix posts. Once again, guess whose fault that is.

- Santa Clarita Diet - Never heard of it. Didn't even know it was canceled until it made it to the list of pissed of people counting how many of them they axed. Whose fault is that?

- Inside Job - Yeah, never heard of it until it got canceled. Also, canceled after they renewed it. Shitflix: guess we changed our minds.

- Archive 81 - Heard of it when the cancelation was announced.

- The OA - Remember just hearing about it through the fog, even though it came out years ago.

- Sense 8 - know about it only thanks to fans' videos and fanart. I don't remember shitflix ever mentioning it.

- Lockwood & Co - I know about it thanks to fans spamming posts asking for renewal news.

And the list goes on with, I assume, shows I have never heard of.

I've never seen any of these shows, but my open wound is 1899 that I believe got treated the dirtiest of them all.

I have heard of it two years before the premiere, thanks to a 50 seconds long teaser that got me patiently waiting for years because it was my cup of tea. It came from the people who proved themselves before by creating a critically acclaimed show that you can find on a top 10 list of greatest shows of all time. Those people have spent years developing a new filming technique for shitflix. What a way to say thank you.

8 out of 10 people around me have seen 1899. Those people haven't even seen GoT or LotR for fucks sake, the most famous show and movie ever, but they have seen 1899. But not because shitflix promoted it, but because people did.

There was zero promotion, zero cast interviews, zero mentions after the release. It was still watched and talked about by so many people. It has more viewing hours than their hit shows running for 3+ seasons put together. It's a show you can't just binge and forget, you have to actually turn your fucking brain on. It was released in the most busy time of the year, during the damn World Cup and winter holidays. It was still number one for weeks. It was given less than 30 days. They decided to cancel it before it even premiered. They deleted the trailer with 10+ million views from YT.

The same goes with other shows. I have seen zero cast interviews, zero promotion or mentions by their own platform and they still have loyal fan bases that didn't stop talking about them.

But then you have dogshit shows like the Night agent that is getting hyped by shtflix every single fucking day. Fake numbers, pumped up to get people to watch a generic, a hundred times seen before, piece of crap. It got more hype than fucking GoT, and yet I know zero people who have actually watched it. Yep, there is no one I know, in real life or online, that has actually watched this show. So you figure it out.

People who have watched the shows I've mentioned probably have the statistics for them, and have probably seen the viewing hours being blamed for it, which was bullshit.

The latest nail in the coffin was Lockwood & Co. They kept fans waiting for months, and then they announced the cancelation during Eurovision so that fans wouldn't be able to go viral about it because everyone talked about fucking Eurovision.

Shitflix has canceled 26 sci-fi/fantasy shows in the last 3 years. 26! Do you all remember when we couldn't even name 26 shows of all genres put together, let alone watch them?

What all these shows had in common is that they were original and more or less unique and creative, not something you can find at least 6 copies of in either streaming or network TV.

It's like they created all these shows just so they can cancel them, because they are doing their best to actually burn every trace they ever existed.

Shitflix is killing creativity in every form, but in the end, that will be their undoing.

[ask-spooky-manor]

Toby, Jeff, and Clockwork Friendship Headcanons ✨✨

- They’re childhood friends! They met as kids and were thick as thieves until both Jeff and Natalie moved away from Colorado only to find each other again in the manor.

- They are all individually smart people but when put in a room together it’s like their brain cells cancel out and they become the dumbest, most reckless people you ever meet.

- To be more specific, Toby and Natalie are like “let’s do this thing that will get us in trouble.” Jeff tries to be the responsible one only to get himself roped in as well.

- They’re all very cuddly and physically affectionate, and it had lead to people assuming they at least two of them, if not all three of them are together.

- Toby and Natalie did actually date for a bit when they were like 12, but they simply realized that they work better as friends.

- They were each other’s first kiss, and they both still look back on that one memory fondly. The light happiness knowing the first kiss was by someone who loves them. Platonic love sure, but it’s still love. That means something to both of them.

- Toby and Jeff also had an awkward period of “do I just like him as a friend or is it something more?” It did ultimately end up being platonic feelings. It was just a matter of neither of them having had a healthy connection with a peer before, so it was confusing for a while.

- Fights are rare between the three of them mainly because once they do get in one, it’s easy to break the tension. Normally because one of them says something dumb that makes the other two laugh and then all is good.

- They started a band in middle school. It was Toby’s idea and despite the other two not being all that passionate about music, they agreed for Toby’s sake. It only lasted a week, but they did get to perform at the school’s talent show at least.

- Their love language for each other is bullying. They can literally throw the nastiest insults to each other. But don’t act like you can do that same cause they will most likely beat you up for it.

- To this day, Jeff and Natalie are very protective of Toby since he was the target of some really intense bullying back in school. It’s actually the source of some of those rare conflicts as Toby has felt like they baby him despite the fact that he is very capable of taking care of himself.

- They have a matching pokeball tattoo because the three of them first met and bonded over their love of Pokemon.

[justmeinadaze]

"I'm Just a F**ked Up Girl Looking For Her Own Peace of Mind"

I'm currently experience this and struggling with it so I wrote a little thing here. *sighs*

TW: Mental health (anxiety and depression), child abuse, mentions of suicidal thoughts. Reader has a breakdown and the guys help her through.

Eddie firmly barreled open the front door as he powerwalked into the house. Steve had texted those two words he dreaded every time he got a text from the former jock. 

“Bad day.”

When they started dating you, you told them about your past. About the hospital stay and medication… the depressive lows and manic anxiety episodes… the thoughts that pushed through your head from time to time even though your life was so much better now than where it had been. 

“I’m not…easy…to be with.”

“That’s ok, honey, neither are we.”

You three had laughed at that at the time. 

The first time they experienced it broke their hearts for you. People always mentioned “feeling depressed” or “oh I’m so anxious about this thing!” but they discovered the true meaning of those words during your first break in front of them.

They hadn’t moved in with you yet so you were able to hide the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping. Your mind constantly reminding you of things that needed to be done and how you were a failure for not doing them. Nightmares plagued your dreams at all hours so you just gave up, scrolling through your phone instead as the mental illness continued to whisper.

“Do better. You’re lazy. May as well just get it over with and end the burden you put on people.”

That following evening you had a date night with them at their place and you couldn’t cancel. You genuinely wanted to see them but you were so tired…

“A good girlfriend goes out on dates. Go ahead. Cancel. Let’s see how quick they leave you for someone better.”

Through the first half of the movie they put on, your leg never stopped moving. Steve watched as your eyes never stayed focus in one place. Eddie felt your erratic energy radiate off you as you switched from holding his hand to letting go every few minutes. 

“Baby? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.”, you responded a bit too enthusiastically. “Yeah, Ed, I’m fine. I’m just…I’m just a bit tired. It’s ok. I’ll get over it.”

Steve paused the film and as his hand petted your head you broke down. 

“I’m sorry. Fuck! Why can’t I be normal?! I’m ruining everything. You should just leave me and find someone better.”

“Hey, hey. No. Sweetheart, no one is better than you.”

“Talk to us, honey. What’s going on?”

You sobbed as you told them what had been happening over the last few days. The listened intently, comforting you anyway they could think of in that moment. 

“They don’t go away, Steve. Those thoughts never go away. Most days I can manage them but they are always there. W-Who can I tell? If I tell a therapist or a doctor they will put me back in the hospital even though I’m not going to do anything… I can’t tell my friends because I feel like I’m burdening them or they just don’t care. I can’t tell people in general because then I’m being ‘overdramatic’. I can’t take time to heal because I’m supposed to ‘suck it up’. So I do… Eddie, I want my brain to just stop telling me I want to die because I really don’t. Some days, though, on bad days…it’s so loud…”

The metalhead yanked you to his chest as you cried, crying with you as he tightened his grip as if he could squeeze all your broken pieces back together. He’d give anything to take your pain away, they both would. 

Today was a manic day and Steve picked up on it fast. Today was his day off and as soon as you woke up, you barely said a word. He asked you if you wanted breakfast and you shot him an angry look as you walked away. Turning on the tv, he put on the game but after a few minutes you came around the corner snapping at him to turn the noise down. Even when he muted the sound, he could hear you growling and swearing under your breath as you moved around the bedroom. 

Other people would see it as you being a brat; causing drama for the sake of drama. 

You wished you could make the world understand that was the opposite of what you wanted. In an episode like this everything was just…amplified…and for some reason your brain insisted it was on purpose. Steve was purposely turning up the volume to get under skin. The birds chirping outside knew you were on the edge so they gathered outside your window with intent. Even the clock on the bed side table was mocking you. 

Both men tried to handle days like this by themselves but when it got to a certain point, they knew they needed to come together to help you. That point came when you abruptly screamed and threw something hard against the wall. 

When Eddie entered the bedroom, Steve was off to the side watching you as you angrily paced, fluttering your fingers with eyes squeezed tightly closed. 

“What happened?”

Your eyes open at the sound of his voice as you shrugged and threw your hands in the air. 

“What happened? What the fuck happened?! Oh, I don’t know. Where do we start, Eddie?! This house is a fucking mess. I tell you guys all the time I need fucking help! I’m not a maid! I’m your girlfriend! But who fucking cares right?! We can just live in trash and be unhappy!”

They knew better than to respond. Before you three moved in together, you had suggested they come to therapy with you and they were surprised with some of the things they learned. They and even you knew they were more than accommodating when it came to housework and splitting household chores. When you were growing up, however, it was never enough.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, look at this mess! Did you do anything today?!”

Little you looked around at the immaculate living room wondering what else you could have missed. 

“I work and I slave all day at a job I hate so you can have food and a roof! The least you could do is fucking get off your ass and clean a bit!”

“I-I’m sorry, mama.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just do your job! We’re a team remember? I need you to pull your weight.”

They could almost see interactions like that replaying through your eyes and it killed them. They also saw how fast the logic brain took over as you realized what you were doing before the depressive brain abruptly took over.

“I’m sorry. I-I don’t mean to… I know I’m being crazy…I just…” You lean your back against the wall and slide to the floor with your hands over your ears. 

Both men descend with you, crawling closer to you and as soon as Steve’s hand touches your bicep you head shoots up with eyes full of tears. 

“I’m sorry. You two don’t deserve this. I’m a terrible girlfriend.”

“No, baby, you’re not terrible. Everything’s ok.”

“I-I-I appreciate…e-e-every…everything you guys do. Fuck. Everything is so loud, Eddie. I can’t… I couldn’t…I just wanted to scream…”

“Then scream.” You laughed at his response as you wiped your eyes but he insisted. “I’m serious, sweetheart. Just let go.”

“What about…about the neighbors?”

“Like they don’t get an earful almost every night.”, he jokes, grinning when you laugh again. “Go ahead. Just lean back and let loose.”

You roll your eyes as you do what he says but it’s a small shout that barely echoes in the room. 

“Wow. That was both adorable and pathetic. Come on now. Steve, why don’t you try?”

Chuckling, he struggles to stop smiling making you giggle harder before finally closing his eyes and letting out a good scream that makes the metalhead clap. 

“That’s the king of Hawkins right there! Now try again princess.”

Sighing at his antics, you do as he says actually letting go while they scrunch their face and cover their ears. 

“Woo! That was like Banshee from X-Men! Way to go!”

“What about you, nerd?”, you ask as he smirks.

Eddie doesn’t even hesitate as he leans his head back and howls loudly like a wolf. 

“I love you both.”, you softly grin as you reach for both boy’s hands. “I’m sorry for being…me.”

Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, Steve tilts you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. 

“Don’t ever apologize for being you, honey. We love you. Every part of you.”

“We know everyday you’re trying, baby. Unlike your mother who insists on being an evil little gremlin.” You giggle at Eddie’s interpretation. “Like your wizard of a therapist said, healing takes time and we’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Jesus, Munson, you ARE a nerd.”, Steve jests. “But the other stuff he said I agree with.”

“Oh please! Tell me her doctor doesn’t sound like Gandalf from time to time.”

“I still have no idea who that is.”

After rising to his feet, the metalhead grabs your hands and pulls you off the floor. 

“Well, I know what we’re doing tonight.”, he announces with a mischievous smirk before kissing your lips and running back towards the living room. 

“I’ll make dinner.”, Steve murmurs as he leans down to kiss your lips as well. 

“Oh, you know he won’t allow that. He’s going to want you in front of the tv so you don’t miss anything.”

“True. Hm. How about Enzos delivered?”

When you nod, he caresses your cheek before disappearing after his friend. 

As your eyes glance around the room again everything seems different than it did before. Instead of seeing a mess ridden, dark empty area, you saw a bright room filled with memories of the men you loved making you laugh and feel loved unconditionally. 

“But for how long? It’s only a matter of time.”

“No, it’s not.”, you whisper. 

Taking a deep breath, you head towards the living room where Eddie and Steve greet you with a comforting smile. 

[actuallysaiyan]

Hello!! Your posts haven’t showed in my feed in a while, i missed you 🥺

I saw you are doing a Valentine’s Day Event and wanted to request if you could maybe write prompt N°1 or N°2 (chocolates OR the one in which one of them wants to spend the day alone) with Turles, nsfw if possible 🤓☝️

With love,

turles simp

warnings: smut, Turles learning to be a good lover, masturbation, kissing word count: 1.1k pairings: Turles x Fem!Reader summary: Turles thinks Valentine's Day is dumb and wants to spend the day alone, but soon he realizes it's a dumb idea to do that and hates making you sad.

“Do we really have to?” Turles asks, a frown on his face. You’re so upset about what you’re hearing. You had a very romantic day planned, but you couldn’t really expect the Saiyan to say yes.

“No, I suppose we don’t.”

He smirks at you. He knows better than to cancel these plans with you, but he doesn’t understand what the big fuss is about this day. He’s tried to wrap his head around these Earthly holidays, but none of them even seem to make sense. 

“Look, it just seems pointless to me.” 

There’s a moment before you just sigh and tell him to forget it. You don't want to argue with him about it, but you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t completely breaking your heart. So instead, you decide to go get ready for your dinner plans without Turles. Maybe if he saw all the effort you were putting into it, he might realize his mistake and want to come with you. So you make your way into the bedroom, opening up the closet and pulling out the dress you picked specifically for tonight.

If anything, you know you can make your Saiyan ache for you. Once he sees just how alluring you are, he won’t want to leave you alone. Maybe you can coax him into at least spending time with you instead of sulking alone. Turles hasn’t been the happiest since he’s surrendered and decided to stay on earth.

As you get ready for your dinner plans, Turles realizes that you’re going through with your plans with or without him. At first, it really angers him, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that maybe it wasn’t his best move to just leave you alone on the night that seems so special to you. He may not understand it all himself, but it does seem important to you that you two spend the night together as a couple.

Yet, he’s still stubborn. He doesn’t want to go out anywhere. He’s not sure why you can't just stay home together. He hates admitting that going out and doing things as a couple while on earth kind of intimidates him. It’s just not the way that Saiyans usually act. And he’s got too much of an ego to even tell you about this. So while you get ready for the dinner plans, he begins wracking his brain for some sort of idea to keep you in.

The warm water feels good on your body, soothing the difficult emotions that you’re working on deep inside. Ever since you and Turles got together, things like this weren’t just going to work out naturally. With him being a Saiyan, he’s got so much to learn about being in a relationship with a human. He’s got so much to learn about just being here after he’s done so much damage to this place already.

You wonder if it was even for the best to fall in love with someone like him, but your heart feels heavy and full of sadness whenever you think of letting him go. He’s shown you such tender moments, and even when he fucks up, he’s so quick to learn the ways to make it all better. You begin to think about all the wonderful times you’ve spent with him. Turles isn’t a bad person, he’s just misguided a lot. He’s come a long way from when he didn’t have the best ideas in mind.

Turles makes sure you’re still in the shower before he gets to work. He finds some of the roses you decided to buy the other day. He takes one in his large hands, cursing as the thorns prick him, and he scatters the petals from the bathroom door to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he shuts the door behind him. He puts your dress back in the closet, noticing just how sexy it would have looked on your body.

Then he sprinkles a few more rose petals onto the bed. He remembers seeing this in one of the romance movies you watch. Turles thinks this is tacky and corny, but he knows he has to do something to remedy what’s going on. The way you had said it was fine to cancel your plans, it didn’t seem fine at all. Turles hates seeing you upset and even if he has to do something like this that seems demeaning and embarrassing to him, he’ll do it to make you happy.

He settles on the bed, his body on full display. Turles begins to imagine what you look like while showering. He’s spent many times in the shower with you, and every time it excites him like nothing else. The warm water cascading down both your bodies, the clean scent filling the air. And of course, he’s allowed to use his big hands to caress and wash you all over. The soap on your beautiful body just does things to him.

“Fuck…” he groans as he feels his cock getting harder. It’s beginning to leak precum and he knows he needs to begin taking care of it.

You gasp as you push the door open and see your hunky Saiyan lying on the bed. His eyes are half-open, filled with lust. You watch as his fist strokes up and down his leaking cock, and you notice how full his balls look right now. You place your fists on your hips, an angry look on your face.

“What happened to you staying home?! I thought you didn’t wanna do anything for Valentine’s Day!”

Turles chuckles mischievously, and he makes his way over to you. His cock bobs up and down as he steps across the room and wraps his arms around you. It takes very little time for him to kiss you, making your head spin at the way it’s so passionate and hungry at the same time.

“I guess I was wrong about wanting to stay alone tonight,” Turles admits, a soft blush on his face.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him in for your own passionate and hungry kiss. He grunts as you drop the towel wrapped around you, pressing your soft body up against his. You’re more than happy to spend the night together, just basking in the glow of intimacy like this.

“I was stupid to not want to spend this time with you,” he whispers in your ear before nipping at your neck. “Now, let me lay you down on this bed and ravish you until you forget your own name. Sound good to you, huh, pretty girl?”