#can't forget the spare tire.

[mechazushi]

More Monster than Man, More Metal than Monster. Parts and parts and parts of a whole, but still can't give less than his all.

So I was kind of joking about Kafka not being able to keep his legs, but that thought sort of spiraled into.... this.

(Look, I've made it clear drawing is not my foremost best talent, but Kaiju Number 8 is forcing my hand.)

So the idea is coming from a few places, namely, you guessed it, Chapter 117. (The grip it has on me, the grip I tell you! King Arthur couldn't pull it out of my mind even if he tried.)

With the recent chapters implying that Kafka needs to have a deeper connection with his inner Kaiju before he can defeat anything as well as there is something preventing some part of his hand from reverting back to normal, I've been enamored with the idea of more parts of Kafka succumbing to the Kaiju within and just have more and more of him turn into a tamer version of his base form. And then we get hit with what might just be the fourth time we see Kafka's legs get fucked up (Kaiju stepped on it when he was in the Sweepers, twice with Isao [once in dream sequence, the other during the fight] and now. Please let me know if there are others that I've forgotten.) And now I'm just like ". . .Well at this point, just replace the damn things.", which is so far up my alley, it's practically starring in the concert hall. Soooo... yeah. Kafka, stuck halfway through a transformation and now has his legs replaced.

I didn't mean to give him "Wattpad Body Guard Novel Cover" Energy with the hat and face mask, but I like to think he would start to wear something like that if his face did get stuck in the way it looks like in some of his cover art. I doubled down on the whole "He can't keep his legs on his person" by making it part of the AU that there's several steps needed to be done before he can take his legs off. There's a metal latch, a rotating locking pin, and f*cking fingerprint recognition on the inside of the leg. Part of me wanted to draw steam shooting out of it, and I might if I ever feel like drawing more of him like this. The leg itself is supposed to look like it's made out of Black Diamond Plate, a blue aerogel section around the knee section, and glowing panels. (The scientists that made the leg added that on as surprise.)

I think the reason I like this idea so much is because it plays into a specific characterization of Kafka that isn't really played upon much. (To be fair, it might not be obvious at first and you might have to dig for evidence for it.) People like to portray him as just a happy guy, no matter the circumstances. Others like to play up his potential depression. I like to view him as a man who can't stop sacrificing. By God, he spent every year that he could trying to get into the Defense Force, and by God he's going to make his last chance count. You could say "Even if it kills him", but it's not. It's not going to kill him: he's not going to die. If he dies, then that means that someone would have to take his place. And that scares him more than dying. He's going to wander around the Defense bases as a husk of what he once was, his fuel being an ever constant need to make sure no one else has to feel the same levels of fear everyone he loved once felt. Even if it means he becomes a fractured memory of an innocent man.

@narumi-gimmick-blog Because I really liked your comment on the last post I made. He will never lose that challenge again. 🤣

@sonicasura Idk, you seem to like AU shit, so here. I guess this is thanks for tagging me in some of your Crossover AU takes?

[teddybeartoji]

suguru geto is unbelievably captivating.

he catches your eye immediately – standing tall, he's got one hand on the subway pole to keep his balance. his hair is tucked into his hoodie with only a few strands left out to frame his face. you can only see his side profile but it's enough; a sharp, prominent jawline and a beautiful nose, thin eyebrows, a pierced lip and a pair of tired eyes. you feel bad for thinking it but the dark bags under them leave you no other option.

afternoon sun peeks from the windows behind him, successfully making the scene before you seem like a painting. the colors move; the shades of green flashing by as trees wave you goodbye, the different hues of the tired grays, of the big buildings taking up space as the base of the canvas. splashes of black and white and silver and beige are thrown into the mix, too. his slacks, his big headphones, his jewellery, his totebag. but what truly brings it all together, is his deep, dark maroon hoodie; there's a hint of purple in it aswell, and you just think it's one of the best colors you've ever seen. you figure the thought is a bit silly, but you can't get it out of your head.

something so comforting about it, something so warm and welcoming. something a little murky about it. you can't look away.

you forget about everybody else around you. for you, it's just him in this moment. a total stranger. you don't know him and you probably never will; a pang of hurt hits right under your ribs at the thought. you wonder what his name is, you wonder how his voice sounds. how warm his hands are, and what's his favourite color. no, he doesn't seem like the type to have a favourite color. childish. you'd have to ask about a favourite drink or a book perhaps instead. you're fine with that.

you can spot a few rings on his fingers, a silver watch and a bracelet or two peering from under his sleeve. his hands are pretty. they look good. you also think that you can see a tattoo sprouting from under the collar of his hoodie but the dark lines are blending in with the strands of his hair, so you can't be sure. you want to be sure.

your foot taps against the floor or the cart, your body itching to scoot a little closer to him. you want to see his whole face. you need to. fidgeting with your own fingers, you continue observing the man in front of you. he might step out every second now, you can't waste any more time.

his shoulder seem very broad, his posture almost immaculate. handsome – you think he looks very handsome. well put together. his clothes aren't wrinkled, there isn't a single hair or a speck of dust anywhere on them as far as you can see; the only things that betray his true state of being are his eyes.

purple. glued to the window in front of him, he watches... nothing. he seems a little out of it. he's not focused on the trees or the buildings, the people aside him. you think about what kind of music he might be listening to.

the subway doors open and you jolt, head turning around to look at the platform behind the glass. people stand and leave, and a few come in, leaving an open space for you to take on the bench you're currently sitting on. and you do take it.

there he is.

you can see his eyes a little better now. keen and sharp, he reminds you of a wolf. a malnourished one. the corners of his mouth are tilted down and he really does seem tired. but he's still utterly, utterly beautiful. his skin is almost perfect, his hair shiny and his lips a little glossy. but not too glossy though – no, he definitely uses something like shea butter. something that isn't too thick, something that doesn't smell or taste too strongly. it just seems right.

you've never been this captivated by a stranger before. it's weird. the effect this man has on you without ever even sparing you a glance. you think about asking for it. for a glance. for a second of his time. a fraction of it? anything. everything.

how would he greet you? would he be mad? would he think that you're bothering him? would he give you a smile? a scoff? an eyebrow raise? would he let you ask whatever your heart desires? or would he brush you off, never even removing his headphones when you try to speak to him? oh, it hurts. the blatantly fake heartbreak still hurts.

his trainers are clean - they're white with some accents on them. they match his hoodie. you wonder which he bought first. did he buy the other with the intent of wearing the two pieces together? you want to ask him. that's not his favourite color though, right? no, no – he wouldn't have one. this man reads books and watches movies that are mostly only shown at different festivals. you don't mind it.

films. foreign films. he knows names of the directors from the top of his head, he could probably name a few cinematographers, too. fancy. but that's not his main thing, definitely not. there's something missing, something you can't grasp with just your eyes. what is he passionate about? truly passionate. what does he pour his heart into? is that why he's exhausted? is he tired from loving something? is it starting to hurt now? is it overwhelming? does he want a break? does he want to rest? does he want to get away?

the sun finds your eye from behind his body, forcing you to tear your eyes from him. the cart stops again, the doors open. you try to rub out the slight burn, suddenly a bit frantical that you'll really lose him. you look up and—

he's not there.

he isn't there anymore.

people walk past you, plopping down beside you as you're still trying to find him. turning in your seat, you eye the station. maroon, maroon, maroon, maroon. c'mon, how fast does this man fucking walk?!

but he's just not there.

you think it's unbelievably unfair that it's the sun that made you lose him. isn't she supposed to be full of love? bullshit. with a huff, your shoulders slump and your eyes fall shut while sinking into the bench below you. the cart seems to rumble more now, the seat way more uncomfortable than it was a mere minute ago. you really are disappointed; in yourself and in the world. why didn't you get up? why didn't you speak to him? better to get a no than to drown in the million 'what if' questions in your head. stupid. you're stupid.

"hi."

as you listen to the voice recording of the station names, the very same ones you memorized years ago, you crack open your eyes. your own shoes stare back at you; they're dirtier than his were. you don't think too deeply about the comparison. sun dances on the ground before you, the various shapes entertaining your mind with the shadow play. but you don't stay for long; trailing up, you see the familiar paint and your heart skips a beat. white and maroon. black. maroon. silver.

purple.

[noxtivagus]

good morning T_T

[kvrokasaa]

The morning after

includes: Nagi, Kaiser, Alexis, Oliver

Requests are open :)

gn!reader. no pronouns mentioned.

cw: Suggestive, mention of sex, pet names, forced plot.

Seishiro Nagi

The warmth of the sunlight beaming through the curtains is what stirred you awake. A quiet groan climbed its way up your throat as you turned to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows.

You stretched your hand out to grab the spare blanket but it landed on something else. You felt hair? Your eyes shot open. A person is lying next to you.

You rubbed your eyes and blinked through the blur from the action. As you woke up a little more, you realized that it was Nagi.

He hummed and stretched his arm out, snaking it around your waist and pulling you back down to the bed. "'m tired." You wanted to laugh at how he doesn't seem to care about the situation you both are in, but you just kept quiet.

You pulled up the blanket. A blush climbed its way onto your cheeks as you let the blanket fall back over your bodies.

You're both naked. How did this happen?

You shook Nagi, trying to wake him up. "Sei. What the hell is going on?" He only groaned and shifted, making his way on top of you. His head on your chest and his arms around your waist.

"What does it look like?" The only answer you get from him is a sarcastic one. His voice is deep and raspy with a tone of humor. "Just go back to sleep."

Micheal Kaiser

You groan when you hear the sound of running water from your bathroom. You're about to rush out of bed and see what the hell is going on. But before you can, you feel the sheets rub against your naked nipple.

You gasp as you pull the blanket up, you're completely naked. How? You don't tend to sleep naked, so how did you manage to get your clothes off?

You get up, grab the sheet wrapping it around your body, and make your way to the bathroom. The water isn't on anymore, it turned off a few minutes ago. As you open the door, you see a person in your bathroom.

You're tempted to scream, to slam the door and rush to the front and call the cops. But after opening the door even more, you see the blond hair (can't forget the blue ends). You almost sigh in relief.

You clear your throat and Kaiser turns around, smiling at you. "Good morning, I'm sure you missed me." His smile grows bigger as he walks to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You can feel your life drain just by being next to him, did you really have to sleep with the most self-centered guy out there? What is wrong with drunk you?

"Knock it off, Kaiser," you roll your eyes at his words. "What are you doing here." Aren't one-night stands supposed to leave after the sex? Do they usually take residence in your bathroom? You almost want to say this out loud, but you know that he'll throw a little fit.

"Mm, just getting ready for my game, Meine Süße." He turns back around and faces the mirror. His hand reaches out for the hairbrush and you almost want to knock it out of his hand.

"Every goal will be for you," he starts while he runs the brush through his hair. "So you better be there, cheering the loudest for me, Meine Süße." You almost want to roll your eyes, but you're sure you've rolled them more than you can count this morning.

"Just get dressed and get out of my house." Hopefully, Kaiser can't see the red on your ears when you make your way back to your bedroom.

Alexis Ness

If only you could kill your alarm, but that would be killing your phone and you do not have enough money to buy a new one. You blindly feel your way to your phone. Once you do, you squint and press the snooze. You'll wake up later.

"Better wake up now, don't want to sleep too late." A cheerful voice almost shouted, his voice bouncing off your walls.

Your eyes shot open as you quickly sat up. Your blanket falls down from the action which reveals your naked chest. If your eyes widened anymore, you'd be gawking at the man standing in front of your bed.

You hurriedly grab your blanket and wrap it around your naked torso. Alexis smiles and pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and kisses your neck, making his way up to your ear.

He nibbles on your earlobe, licking a tiny bit. "Gonna give me another show?" He teases as he whispers in your ear.

Alexis pulls back and hums at your reddened face. He turns around and faces your body-length mirror.

Now you actually have a reason to gawk. His back is covered in red scratches, from his neck to his torso. You almost gasped, did you do that?

He sees your widened eyes staring at his back, his smile growing bigger. "Like it~? It might be your best artwork."

You never thought Alexis would be one to tease. But here you are, getting teased by the one man that keeps your sanity in check.

You almost want to laugh at the drastic change in him. Compared to how he acts on the field and now, in your bedroom.

"I'm going to get us some breakfast," he turns back to you and kisses your forehead. "I'll see you in a minute, baby."

The name makes you blush. Your eyes follow him out as he leaves your bedroom. Your sigh finally leaves your mouth, this man will be the death of you.

Oliver Aiku

Your yawn was quiet as you stretched your arms. Your hand flopped onto the bed as you turned your body to nuzzle deeper into your pillows.

"Ow! What the fuck, Y/n?"

You opened your eyes and saw Oliver resting on the other side of your bed. His hand is covering his nose from where your hand lightly slapped him.

"Mmh, good morning, Oliver." This isn't new. He usually sleeps over after 'fucking your brains out,' his words. After another failed talking stage or relationship, Oliver comes over and is reminded that there's someone who will actually give him the time or day.

He softly glares at you. You want to scoff at the glare, he should be grateful that you keep opening your door for him. Your hand comes up and taps his nose.

"Boop." He scrunches his face as he gently slaps your hand away. "Enough," he takes a deep breath. His body shifts and his legs tangle into yours. He climbs on top of you, his smirk spreading onto his face.

You roll your eyes, leaning your head back as Oliver reaches forward to kiss you. "Morning breath," you sigh. "Brush your teeth."

He only scoffs. Oliver pulls away and grabs your hand, leading you both to the bathroom. "I might be catching feelings for you, doll."

He laughs when he sees you roll your eyes. "Keep it at might."

You hope he can't hear the way your heart beats faster at the thought.

a/n: I love Alexis <3 I was giggling and kicking my feet when I saw him in the manga again

[mydarlingclaudia]

lucky boy

note : this came to me in a vision. mdni

wc : 940

tags : @lottiies

desc : poor boyfriend needs some early morning relief. smut!! - handjob. established relationship, fem!reader, re4r!Leon, not proofread.

Leon's so lucky to have you.

A cute girl like you giving him the time of day? He must be God's favorite, or something like that. Well, maybe not, on account of the fact that he's at the government's beck and call. Leon does his best to keep you out of it, always trying his best to make up for his time away, and you welcome his apology dates and gifts with open arms, so long as you get Leon all to yourself later.

You've got him wrapped around your finger, and he's always liked your hands.

It's early in the morning, maybe three a.m., Leon came home at this exact time yesterday from some strenuous mission he didn't spare you any details on. He's tired, he always is when he comes home, can hardly well up any energy. Doesn't stop him from grinding against you in his sleep and getting a hard-on, though.

You'll never forget the tired whine in his voice when he gently shakes you awake after turning on the lamp beside him, oh-so sweetly asking if you can give him some relief. You can't say no to him, it's already enough to get your blood pumping.

You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him onto his back, his hands found yours, trailing up to your wrists and leaning up slightly for a kiss. One of his hands had moved up to cradle your jaw once you slipped your hand underneath his boxers, earning a soft groan from him, his hips immediately bucking against your hand before you had really even touched him. God, you love him.

You're sure if it was any other time of day and he was much less tired, he'd let you ride him, maybe even do the work himself. But for now, you just get to jerk off your half-asleep, pretty boyfriend, you can't complain.

You pull away from Leon's lips and smile as he chases after you, letting his head fall back against the pillow once you're too far away. He never stops staring, watching you through droopy eyelids as you run your hand up and down his erection.

"Miss me?" You whisper to him, wrapping your palm around him and giving him a few slow strokes.

"Obviously," He murmurs, not trying to give away to how needy he is, but his charade his given up by how quickly his chest rises and falls and how his hips stutter when he tries to meet you gentle thrusts.

"Good," You squeeze him, loving how sharply he inhales.

"H-hey..." Leon protests, "C'mon, come on, please?" Your only response is you letting go of him to peel his boxers down, watching as his cock springs free from its confinement.

"Don't beg too much, I might get used to it." Leon closes his eyes once you wrap your fist around him again, continuing where you left off with your slow strokes. Whines bubble up in his throat once you start going the tiniest bit faster, his hand finding its way to the hem of your shirt in an attempt to pull you closer.

You always watch his face whenever the two of you are intimate, trying to figure out how much he likes what you're doing and also just to see how pretty he looks when his teeth sink into his lower lip, like right now. You've always been good at this, it's not that hard to do in the first place, plus, Leon isn't as stoic as he thinks he is when it comes to you pleasuring him.

It's delicious the way that he continues to grind against your hand, even though you're already giving him what he wants, picking up your speed because you love him.

"You have n-no idea how good your- ah- how good your ha-hand feels." Leon pants, you don't offer him a response, just continuing to jerk him off as you listen to him whine.

"Give you something better later today," You linger for a few seconds at the base of his cock, then at the tip to let yourself rub your thumb over his slit, smearing around the pre-cum that was beginning to pool there.

"Fuck. Yes, please."

"You always ask so nicely," You giggle, more to yourself than to him. "You know this is why I can never say no to you, right?"

"Mhm," Leon nods a tiny bit, his hand moving inside your shirt to grip the flesh of your hip. His eyes are screwed shut, chest heaving, the muscles in his stomach tensing constantly, he's close, you know it, you want it.

More pre-cum leaks out of his tip, you allow it to thinly coat your palm, giggling at the wet noises that follow with every stroke of your wrist.

"You wanna cum on my hand?" Slowing your movements once more, letting him buck into your fist while he nods his head.

Leon's teeth sink into his bottom lip again to muffle his groan as he cums a few seconds later, filling your fist with hot, sticky ropes of it. You pull your hand away and pull his boxer back up once he finally stills, wiping his release off onto various tissues you kept in your bedside table while he catches his breath. He sits up next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you back down with him so he can snuggle back into your neck and press a few kisses to your skin.

"Thanks," He mumbles.

"No problem, you'd do the same for me." That makes him squeeze you tighter, he lets out a groan.

"Don't start,"

[bbokicidal]

"As We Are" | SKZ [Hyung Line]

A two-part series (Hyung/Maknae Lines) inspired by Seungmin's new solo song on the Hop album, "As We Are" - where he leaves behind one passion to pursue another.

Genre: Fluff/Angst Pairing: SKZ Hyung Line x GN!Reader

아아, 조금 더뎌도 Even if I wander through the pitch-black, distant darkness 때론 어둠 속에 헤매이더라도 Let's run together until we reach that world, you and I

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Bangchan ɞ˚‧｡⋆

"I'm going to make you proud one day," Chris can't bring his voice above a whisper as he leans his forehead against your own. His cheeks streak with fresh, hot tears - burning down his skin and leaving salty trails in their wake. They break against your palms cupping his face and wet your skin until you wipe them away with your thumbs, as comforting to Chris as you always were. "I know you will, baby." Your own voice is choked; Full of soft sniffles at the knowledge that your boyfriend would be leaving and that you'd probably never see him again. "You're going to do so amazing," You lift your head, finally meeting his eye as he hiccups and sucks back a few tears. "And I can't wait to hear your music playing around the world. Just..." You sigh out and as Chris sees your eyes glitter with more tears, he wraps his arms tight around your shoulders to hug you close. He has maybe one more minute he can spare before he has to board his flight to Seoul - Where he'd be residing for God knows how long, working as a producer - showing his talent to the industry. "Be safe for me," You sigh into his shoulder, "I'll always be waiting here for you."

눈이 내리고 바람이 세서, 온몸이 떨리는 순간에도 Even when snow falls and the wind is so strong that my whole body trembles 뿌릴 내리고 가지를 뻗고, 하루 더 하루 더 기다리자 Let's spread our roots, reach out our branches, and wait one more day, one more day

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Lee Know ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Minho tugged on the handle of the suitcase, watching it spring from the box and up into his hand before locking into place. He blinks as the soft sound of padding on the hardwood fills his ears, looking up and letting his lips part at the sight of you - standing in front of him, still in your sleep clothes and searching his eyes for answers. He held his jacket under one arm, hand on his suitcase while the other held his phone. Shoes on, hat on - dressed comfortable for the bus ride to the airport and then flying countries away. All for a dream. You let out a small breath at the sight and Minho offers a shy smile where his lips barely quirk upward at the corners. "I'll see you soon, princess." Your body moves on it's own, brushing in closer to him until you could press a gentle, sleepy kiss to his lips. One that he'd never forget - because it would be your last together. For a really long time, at least. Minho smiles down at you once more. "I will see you again, princess. I promise."

As long as we stay, never go away 세상 가장 푸르른, 그런 날이 오길 꿈꾼다 I dream of the day when the world is vibrant and green

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Changbin ɞ˚‧｡⋆

"So this is it." Changbin turns from where Chris takes his duffle bag from his hand, letting go of the strap and facing you instead. He lets his eyes trail over your soft expression - sullen, a bit tired: sad to see him leaving for tour. He knew this would be the last time he'd see you - ever. You weren't his anymore after he stepped up into that bus, the two of you agreeing that long distance just wasn't something you could work through. Two years of relationship gone for a dream - and you really, truly couldn't blame him with his current booming success in the industry. He deserved to live the highlife with his new family. Changbin nods slowly, blinking a few times before extending one arm. You seem to instinctively melt into his front, hugging onto him. But it isn't tight, or warm. It feels distant already and if he's honest, he hates it. His arm wraps over your shoulders with care and he can feel you sigh against his chest. The moment he feels his shirt growing damp is when he knows he has to pull away, hand cupping your cheek to wipe your eyes free of tears. "It'll be okay."

그때 내 옆에 너가 있어서 이렇게 버틸 수 있었다고 Having you by my side made it possible to hold on through those times 기나긴 시간 외로움 없이 결국엔 이룰 수 있었다고 We could achieve it without feeling lonely through the long journey

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Hyunjin ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Hyunjin stared out the window of the bus as soon as he sat down, backpack in the seat beside him and headphones around his neck. The trip to the airport would be long, grueling - but then he'd be on his way to France to paint for a art institute he'd been in love with for the longest time; And he wouldn't be coming back for a long while. Now, though, he looks out at your soft smile, your eyes locked with his through the glass. It's hard for him to take in - the fact that you're not getting on the bus to go with him and share in his endeavors but he understands you have a whole life to live, even if he's not in the picture. The bus jerks to life and slowly begins to roll forward, Hyunjin's eyes widening. He watches as your figure begins to become distant and he can't stop himself from jumping out of his seat, rushing to the front of the aisle. "Wait, wait!" He gasps. The driver, although disgruntled and a bit annoyed, opens the doors to let the man out. And he takes off back towards you, sneakers hitting the sidewalk hard as he runs right back into your arms. You gasp out at being held by him one last time, holding onto him with care as he buries his face down into your neck and breathes heavy; Shaky, warm, and just a little scared. "I'm never going to forget you."

그렇게 우리, 그날에 우리 This is us from that day 세상 가장 푸르른 미소로 서로를 바라보자 Gazing at each other with the brightest smiles in the world

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maxverstappen1 Flexing master #TiffanyPartner #TiffanyHardwear

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landonorris okay. the trial's over, let's make your own jpg account.

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landonorris no, just baiting.

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maxverstappen1 Drafts do exist, you know.

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username I bet that is not Max's hand

username Break the bet, it is not

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yourusername Truly enjoying my paddock debut here. Thank you ＠redbullracing for the invitation, definitely having much fun in Shanghai 🥰

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username Me and the bad bitch I pulled after being WDC:

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username Max: 🧍

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lilymhe Why are you guys looks so stiff? 💀

yourusername Wait until I asked him to go skiing. Let's see how stiff he would be.

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username Can't wait to see Max skiing with her. Wonder if his skiing skill has improved ever since he's with her.

username next stop: the alps

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maxverstappen1 Alps: Day 1 ⛷️

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maxverstappen1 Sometimes, one of us played it harshly and losing the original glasses. So we bought it new.

username AND IT ISN'T YOU??!?? OMG

username Awwww if my relationship not this sweet, I don't want it.

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yourusername Turns out, he's not that bad of a skier too.

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maxverstappen1 Hey, I don't look like that

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maxverstappen1 What is this betrayal

username Alright Granny, let's get you to bed

username WHO'S THAT ON THE SECOND SLIDEEEEEE

charles_leclerc What was that outfits 😂😂

yourusername Don't say as if your fits were not like that

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lilymhe Fashionable just for leo's eyes

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[iamnmbr3]

ok but can we talk about ron's birthday scene in book 6. because there's some frankly sitcom level drarry hilarity going on. also ron gets dosed with love potion and almost dies bc of drarry.

so first of all. this is ron's birthday. and not just any birthday. he's come of age so this is a super important and special birthday. and what is ron's best friend in the whole world doing on ron's special day as he opens up presents? if you guessed 'looking at draco's dot on the map and ignoring everything else going on' you'd be right. not only that, but harry and ron end up having 2 separate conversations bc harry's brain deleted everything that wasn't 'draco malfoy.'

Look at this:

Harry can't even spare Ron a glance when Ron is opening the present Harry bought him. Not only that, but what does Harry start talking about? Draco Malfoy. Not only that but he also forgets to even introduce the topic. He says "I don't think he's in his bed" and assumes Ron will know who he means. (To be fair, Ron probably does but wishes he doesn't). Truly he's got a one track mind. And he also thinks Snape is up to something but he doesn't check out his dot even once, let alone get this level of fixated on him.

Harry. Hon. I don't think Ron didn't answer bc he was too busy. He didn't answer bc he's tired of hearing about Draco sodding Malfoy all the time.

And it just goes on. Harry completely ignoring Ron ON HIS BIRTHDAY to think about Draco Malfoy and what he might be doing. Just absentmindedly giving answers to what Ron is saying while continuing to talk and think about Draco.

Absolutely wild stuff.

And THEN Ron gets dosed with love potion. Why? Well, when Harry was looking for the map so he could check on Draco he threw a bunch of stuff out of his trunk - including the spiked chocolate cauldrons - and then got so busy looking for Draco that he didn't notice Ron picking them up and eating them. And of course, this leads to Ron getting poisoned and almost dying. All thanks to drarry.

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘

One evening, a familiar neighbour approaches you and requests a favour, even though it's late. You willingly assist him and he doesn't let you leave without generously rewarding you for your helpfulness. 

Milkman (Francis Mosses) one shot, explicit content - fanart: Yunonoai on twitter

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As you settle into your seat, you feel your eyelids growing heavy from the gentle sway. It's a quiet Sunday, with only a few souls venturing through. It seems like the majority of the neighbours have chosen to stay home and take a break today.

You found some satisfaction in your job, despite your preference for being at home on a Sunday. 

At least you're earning a paycheck for your efforts to do nothing.

Just like magic, the elevator doors glide open, as if anticipating your thoughts. You awaken, your gaze drawn to the window shielding your office. Anastacha glances in your direction, offering a brief wave and a smile before gracefully heading towards the exit.

You reciprocate the gesture, ensuring there are no witnesses nearby.

Before slipping on your headphones, you steal a quick glance at the clock on the wall, hoping to see the hand inching closer to ten, but it's barely making its way to eight.

Once again, as if following a precise rhythm, your tired eyes gently close.

Until the sound of forceful pounding against the glass abruptly jolts them awake. You find yourself on the edge of your seat, suddenly snapping upright in a state of sheer panic.

You abruptly lose track of your surroundings, momentarily transported from your peaceful bed to an unfamiliar place.

You find yourself sinking into the uncomfortable chair, feeling the strain in your back as you gaze out through the transparent barrier that separates you from the outside world. You can't help but feel a rush of surprise as you lay your eyes on the towering figure before you, his gentle smile adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

"Long shift?" He asks, his head slightly tilted. His gentle, deep brown eyes fixate on you, capturing a flicker of delight in your astonished expression.

"Francis," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You remove the headphones from your ears and sit up straight in your chair.

As per his usual attire, he wears a pristine white shirt and sleek black trousers, complemented by a stylish black bow tie. With his trademark white hat perched atop his tousled brown silk hair, it's clear that he's having a particularly dishevelled day.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, his voice carrying a sense of innocence as he gently removes his hat from his head.

You tear your eyes away from his, only to steal a quick glance at the clock, hoping to catch any sign of time passing. You find it shocking that what seemed like an eternity actually lasted a mere half an hour. "Well, I never expected anyone to approach me," you murmur softly.

"My apologies, (y/n)," he says with a playful laugh, “but I need you to get into my apartment.” 

As you regain consciousness, a wave of disorientation washes over you. You gaze at him with a bewildered expression, desperately trying to comprehend his words. Suddenly, he utters, "My keys, (y/n). You have my keys, just like you do every day.” 

Your cheeks flush as a wave of embarrassment washes over you, all while he stares at you with a gentle smile, almost bordering on a smirk. “Sorry, it’s been a long night.” You casually reach over and take his house keys from the hook.

“I guess I’m not the only forgetful one here,” he chuckles, clutching the keys to his truck in his hand.

During your week of working here, you formed a pact with Francis. Because of his tendency to forget, he would often misplace one of his keys and ask for a spare. In order to avoid this recurring issue, you both decided to make an arrangement where his keys would be kept downstairs at your desk.

As he inches towards the glass, a sense of confusion washes over you until he finally says, “I have another favour I need you to do for me.” 

“Which is?” You ask, carefully examining his features. You trace the contours of his nose, gradually becoming absorbed in your own thoughts—lewd thoughts.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him as he talks.

The gaze in his almond-shaped eyes carries a captivating yet mysterious allure.

Every time he passes by, his demeanour seems gloomy, but a flicker of joy illuminates his eyes when he catches a glimpse of you. However, that happiness quickly dissipates as his smile vanishes.

You can't help but imagine the intense gaze and the heated encounter as he bends you over your desk and fucks you senseless. 

Your mind is swirling with questions like, What noise does he make? Is he loud? Would he fuck you good? Is it big?

It has to be big.

There is a mysterious presence about him that eludes comprehension, yet it holds you captivated.

“So, can I?” He asks, jolting you back to reality as you realise you've completely zoned out and missed his entire conversation.

You find yourself shaking your head in disbelief, struggling to process his words. However, your mind becomes overwhelmed with a flurry of unanswered questions. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?”

“I asked if I could place a few of my milk trays in your office as I unload them from my truck? It’s far colder there than it is out here,” he asks, causing your eyes to cautiously shift between his face and the office floor, contemplating if they would even fit.

“It’s just so that I don’t have to keep going to my truck all the way to the third floor.” He includes this detail in an effort to convince.

You're still apprehensive because it's against the rules to allow residents into the office, even for a brief period of time. “I don’t think I can let you in here, Francis.” You admit, a hint of guilt creeps into your expression.

"Come on," he pleads, his head tilting and his hands clasping together in a prayer-like gesture. “Please, it will only be for a few minutes, (y/n).” 

His voice trembles and his eyes become gentle, almost melting you with their intensity.

"It's late, and this secret can stay between us," he pleads, his voice filled with desperation. “I promise I’ll reward you for being good to me, (y/n).” It’s almost as if the use of him saying your name was a kryptonite to you. 

Every atom of your being trembles as your name escapes out of his mouths, sending shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” you reluctantly concede, succumbing to his pleading stare. “Just be quick.”

In a matter of moments, he effortlessly reveals a sly grin, his expression as stoic as ever, as he casually lowers his hands by his side. "You’re the best,” he exclaims while placing his hat back on his head and stepping back outside. 

You cautiously lean back in your chair, then rise to your feet and unlock the office door. Before proceeding, you cautiously survey your surroundings, ensuring that no prying eyes are present. 

The last thing you desire is to attract unwanted attention and risk being reported for violating any regulations.

As you gently nudge the door, you lean against it, ensuring it stays ajar, eagerly anticipating Francis swift return from his truck. As time passes, you observe him effortlessly using his back to swing open the door of the building. He then pivots and starts making his way towards you.

You watch as he carefully balances two crates, one on top of the other, brimming with delicate glass milk bottles. You watch as he effortlessly carries the heavy crates into the office, his white shirt rolled up to reveal his strong forearms adorned with prominent veins.

You can't help but have your attention fixated on him, like an annoying, persistent fly.

"I only have two more to carry," he says, walking past you once more before vanishing outside.

You eagerly anticipate his return, and when he finally enters the building, he is drenched from the rain. You can't help but notice how his shirt is nearly transparent, allowing a glimpse of his skin underneath. 

As raindrops trickle down his face, they leave a trail of glistening droplets in their wake.

As he enters the office with the two crates, you quietly trail behind him, allowing the door to gently shut behind you. You watch as he carefully places the crates on top of each other, his gaze sweeping across the office before he straightens up.

You watch as Francis takes off his hat, his face filled with a sense of relief. I can help you carry these up to your apartment, however, in order to do so, I'll need the key to the truck," you mention, extending your hand towards him.

You find yourself captivated by his stare as he gently places the keys in your open hand. As you casually swap the truck key for the flat key, his gaze remains fixated on you.

As you turn around to face him, you find yourself taken aback as you come face to face with him, your eyes widening in surprise at his close proximity.

His towering presence looms above you, his hand poised near the switch that will lower the shutter. You find yourself struggling to control your breathing, as if your breath has been captured by an unseen force.

“Did you think I forgot about your reward?” His voice says, sending shivers down your spine while also captivating your senses.

Without uttering a single sound, he proceeds to push the switch, causing the shutters to gradually descend, leaving only you and him in the office.

"I didn't think you were serious," you mutter, struggling to articulate your thoughts.

As he takes the keys from your grasp, his touch is tender as he delicately cradles your chin with his other hand. You find yourself instinctively retreating as he moves closer, your back pressing against the edge of your desk. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded, (y/n).”

“And you’re a good girl for helping me, aren’t you, (y/n)?” He asks, gently caressing your lips with his thumb.

You fix your eyes on him, a gaze brimming with intense desire. You find yourself completely immobilised and unable to utter a single word, ensnared in a captivating spell cast by his presence.

You want him to tear your clothes off and fuck you savagely as if you were animals.

In the blink of an eye, his tender caress transforms into something forceful. You watch as his hand swiftly clamps around your jaw, his eyes filled with intensity. "Say it," he demands, his voice filled with authority. 

In any other circumstance, fear might consume you, but instead, a surge of pleasure courses through your body, intensifying the throbbing sensation between your legs.

You swallow nervously before quietly admitting, "I am."

"Good," he murmurs, loosening his hold on your jaw as he draws you closer to him. Out of nowhere, he surprises you by gently placing his lips against yours, leaving you completely stunned.

You feel the warmth of his body as your hands instinctively glide up his neck, drawn to his touch. You can't help but be drawn to his kisses, even though they're sloppy. 

They are filled with a raw and intense passion that ignites something deep within you. You feel a gentle bite on your bottom lip, and a soft moan emerges from your throat as he takes the chance to slide his tongue through.

You can sense the heat coursing through your veins, which is matched only by the rapid thumping of your heart.

As he shifts back, a brief strand of saliva lingers between you both, only to be swiftly followed by another passionate kiss. You find yourself captivated by the gentle gaze in his eyes as he slowly moves his lips from yours to the tender skin of your neck.

You feel a soft nibble on your neck, followed by a gentle whisper in your ear, “Sit on the desk.”

You find yourself completely mesmerised by his every word, unable to resist his intriguing presence. You obediently follow the directions, concealing any signs of bewilderment. You settle yourself on the desk, feeling a slight breeze as your skirt lifts slightly.

You reach out to mend it, but he abruptly halts your movement. His hands gently lift yours away from your thighs, finding their place on either side of you.

You watch as he gracefully lowers himself to the ground, effortlessly sinking to his knees right in front of you.

You find yourself at a loss for words as you experience the sensation of his hands enveloping your thighs, gently guiding you closer to the edge of the desk.

You feel the gentle touch of his lips against the sensitive skin of your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp as you tilt your head back in response.

You feel a gentle tug on your thong, as it gracefully slides down your leg and is set aside.

You adjust your skirt higher, feeling a sudden warmth on your cheeks as you become aware of your vulnerability.

You're captivated by the intensity of his eyes, lost in the moment as he delicately positions your legs over his shoulder, drawing you nearer without disrupting the desk.

You observe him with anticipation and a heightened sense of desire as he approaches your cunt. You find yourself biting your lip, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his warm tongue playfully dances around your clit, sending waves of teasing pleasure through your body.

The tip of his tongue delicately explores and teases your pussy.

Unexpectedly, he inserts two fingers into your wet hole, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled sounds from your lips.

You slowly glide your hand through his soft, lustrous brown hair, then firmly grasp it as he skillfully moves his fingers in and out of you, simultaneously using his tongue to pleasure your most sensitive spot.

You are consumed by an overwhelming surge of tension, which sends waves of pleasure cascading through your entire being. "Oh fuck," you gasp, your voice filled with desire, as you tightly grip his hair.

You can feel the intensity building as his tongue quickens its pace, sending waves of tension through your body. Just as the knot of anticipation reaches its peak, he eases off, gradually slowing down.

You feel a rush of pleasure as his fingers move in and out of you, perfectly synchronised with the skillful movements of his tongue. It's as if he knows exactly how to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

As if to intensify the sensation, he adds a third finger into your dripping pussy, causing you to cry out, "Francis, please!" His tongue quickens its pace once more, heightening the pleasure even more.

You sense your proximity drawing near. You can feel the heat building up inside you, your breath quickening and your toes curling in pleasure as he expertly stimulates you with his slender fingers. "I'm getting close," You struggle to utter the three simple words, your voice trembling with emotion.

Out of nowhere, he abruptly withdraws his mouth from you, yet his fingers remain inside, delving deeper and deeper.

You're hooked by the intense stare he directs towards you, his eyes filled with a mysterious allure. A blend of your fluids and his spit moistens his mouth as he slowly smirks at you.

Author's note: part 2 is pending... ಇ

[snapnov4]

i was made for lovin' you, baby!

synopsis: jjk men falling in love with you

wc: 1.7k

a/n: vela returns from a victorious (not intended) year long hiatus and very solemnly offers you the headcanons she's been desperately cooking up for way too long, enjoy <3 don't forget to reblog!

✰ kento doesn't even realize he's in love with you until he's making the two of you dinner. you're sprawled out on his couch, talking about your recent mission. the two of you aren't even dating. you just end up together at the end of every day. it all feels so intimate. as he listens to you talk, he notices he’s picking out the parts you don't like, setting them to the side. he remembers when he was a kid, and his mother told him food was a labor of love. he recalls that bakery he used to frequent when he was still working a regular job, how the smell of the bread and sweets was comforting, and how the girl who worked at the counter always had a fresh loaf for him. as he's sitting across from you at his dinner table that’s only big enough for two, he feels like his world is shifting on his axis a bit.

kento’s always enjoyed listening to you talk; much to gojo’s dismay, you're the only person nanami could listen to for hours. you're talking so vibrantly, moving your hands to illustrate actions, and he feels terrible about the fact that he can't hear anything you're saying. instead, he's thinking of the lunches you bring for him, the way your pinky touches his ever so slightly, like some silly school kids. he thinks of how you rest your head on his shoulder when you're stuck on a long commute from a mission; he thinks of your shoes by his at the door, a spare coat on his rack, an extra cursed tool in his closet. he thinks of your easy smiles and lively laughs. he thinks of how you easily fall against him no matter how you feel, whether it be a fit of uncontrollable laughter or a collapse after a long day. you're not dating; no one even thinks you're dating, but nanami’s heart practically swells when you seek him out through the day, placing a hand over his paperwork and telling him to take a break. he thinks of how you always kiss him on the cheek when you leave and always remember to text him that you've gotten home safely. if you're not so tired that you're sprawled on his couch with a blanket he's saved for you. he thinks about how, if he stayed working that awful job, he'd never have this, never have you, in your own unique way. he wasn't sure why he kept being a sorcerer; he just presumed that he’d work until he died. however, sitting across from you, talking animatedly about some shenanigan yuuji has wrapped you into, he feels content. it's almost like this could mean something; maybe his life is truly just a cycle, all leading to an uneventful death, but with you by his side, he thinks, it feels worth it.

✰ toji is not in love with you, or at least that's what he says. however, he realizes he may be that fond of you on a quiet evening. toji never expected to find himself so soft and domestic. he'd liked you because of your take-no-shit attitude; when he met you in some dark bar some months ago, watching you turn down every suitor who came your way, he accepted the challenge. he'd find you at least once a week, always in the same spot, and he's the only guy you let buy you drinks, the only one allowed to sling an arm around your shoulders. you made him wait for it. but now, months later, you let him wrap his arms around you without a word, and you're so quiet and calm, completely and utterly relaxed, and it's so good. toji’s hands are far from clean, he's far from the kind of upstanding guy he thinks you truly deserve, but you lay in his arms so easily, as if you couldn't care less what he's done. you drag your finger across his scars. you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth without recoiling at the feeling of scar tissue. you're almost too good to be true. he thinks of all the times you've patched him up, brows knitted in careful concentration, telling him, “this might sting,” even though he'd walked in practically unaffected by the injury in the first place. the way you forced him to tell you what he did for a living, and even though he didn't spare the gritty details, you still seemed not to care, as long as he was coming back safe. he's come to expect you to be standing at the door, sitting at the table, or lying on the couch when he gets home. right now, you're lying in his arms, completely unaware of just how much he loves you and loves this. your hand is in his, silently twiddling with his fingers as your eyes focus on whatever movie or tv show you've taken an interest in now. he decides he’ll leave it all behind for you. all of it. when he finishes this next job, he’ll buy a ring. then he’ll get a regular job, and finally, he’ll be happy.

✰ satoru realizes he's in love with you on a seemingly ordinary day. he's finished work for the day, or rather, for the last two days. he hasn't slept in three, and his head is starting to kill him, even with his reversed cursed technique. right now, he only wants to get home, eat something sweet, and collapse in bed. when he walks into his usually quiet and organized apartment, he realizes quite a few things. there's a bag of that mochi from that place in sendai that he loves, and a note beside it reads, “the kids and i picked these up for you!” he recognizes your handwriting, messily scrawled as if you were in a hurry. next, he notices that every blanket (except for his, he silently hopes) is spread across the floor in the living room, nestled in what seems like the coziest pile ever is you and the kids. megumi is on your left, and tsumiki is on your right. the three of you are sleeping so soundly that he almost wants to kill every higher-up for pulling him away from you, from this, from his family. as he looks at you nestled between megumi and tsumiki, he realizes that's exactly where he wants you to be.

the three of you have been knocked out for a while; your limbs tangled and blankets moved. after showering quickly, he finds out that his blanket was not exempt from the fort, but he doesn't even mind as he makes his way back to the living room, scooting in next to a sleeping megumi, and he watches for a bit. studies the way your chest rises and falls, the way you so easily let the kids relax against you, the way your mouth hangs open so hilariously that he wishes he'd snapped a photo while he was still up. he feels his heart swell immensely when he finally does lay down, and megumi nestles his face into his shoulder, and you feeling the sudden movement, throw your arm across him. satoru never thought he could feel this soft. the privilege of meaning something to you, to these kids, is better than any sorcerer grade, any title, anything. when he settles down, his arm so long he can reach all the way over the three of you. he recognizes the sock you're wearing. it's black and probably way too expensive; if he squints a bit, he can almost see the custom embroidered “GS” on every piece of clothing he owns (clan habits die hard). he can't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face. of course, you love him; you're wearing one of his socks.

✰ suguru isn't the kind of guy to be surprised by his own feelings. at least before you, he wasn't. however, he finds you surprise him every day; every little habit of yours implants itself in his brain. he could spend hours just watching you do the most mundane tasks, but when he truly realizes he's in love with you, it’s early one morning. he's sitting on his bed, watching you get ready at the vanity he bought just for you, half of it your makeup and the other half various products he puts in his hair. he feels infatuated with you. your entire routine is done with so much care and attention that he can't help it. he's been watching you get ready every morning for the better part of two months. but what really gets him is the way you've changed your routine to involve him. a small kiss to his lips every morning, setting your alarm earlier so you really can stay in bed for “five more minutes,” drinking your coffee at home because he makes it the best. always asking him, which shirt looks better? what color should I wear? rattling off all your daily tasks, turning to see suguru holding your keys, or your wallet, or your umbrella right as you begin to ask where it is. and most recently, indulging him by picking a vanity, after you complained about being tired of doing your makeup standing up in his bathroom and how the drawer you've been keeping your products in was starting to overflow. geto’s obsessed with watching you do your makeup, sitting behind you on the bed, quietly admiring the way your hand moves in practiced steady strokes. he loves the way you silently curse if you mess up your wing, he loves the way you still suck your cheeks in to do your blush, he loves the way you sit in front of the mirror silently debating on wearing your hair up or down or maybe a mix of both. he loves how you apply lip gloss, the last step of your routine. always the last step, because the goodbye kiss at the front door leaves more of it on him than on you. he watches with a soft smile and sticky lips as you reapply your gloss in the mirror in the entryway, smiling when you catch his eye in the mirror. laughs at the way you roll your eyes but don't stop him from pulling you back in the doorway, kissing you again because he “already misses you,” so finally, you add reapplying your lip gloss in the car to your morning routine, while suguru adds loving you to his, but that was already there, wasn't it?

[winterrrnight]

babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Cash Slave, reporting in...

Good morning, master. State Trooper Hernandez reporting!

I hope you're doing well since the last time we saw each other. Again, I can't apologize enough for pulling you over on the highway. I had no idea you were such an amazing hypnotist. Thank you again for letting me get off easy and only making me taze myself twice! I was paralyzed in that muddy ditch for awhile, but you could've given me a helluva worse punishment!

Your instructions aren't negotiable, so I made sure to snap a photo before I started my shift today. As you suggested, I've been eating a box of donuts every morning, and I've packed on a hefty 30 lbs since I've started. My wife has complained, but I know you want me to look more like a cliche of law enforcement!

I'll stop by your house to drop off my paycheck tonight after work. I won't forget to pick up some pizza for you and your friends on the way: extra sausage, just like you said!

See you tonight, master!

Hello sir.

It's been a week since you came into my shop, and I've followed everything you said. I didn't agree with it at first, but you convinced me with that little pendant.

You were right! I really am beneath powerful men like you. Filthy blue-collar workers aren't worthy to lick the dirt off your shoes. You were right to point that out, and you were right to tell me to embrace it. When the world looks at me, they shouldn't see a man. They should see a grease monkey at the bottom of society.

That's why I haven't showered or changed in seven days. My BO is uncomfortable to work in, but I know it's just a reminder of what I am. I used to be proud of my job. Ha! I used to look down on suits like you, but I'm nothing in comparison; just a tool at your disposal.

Anyways, I cleaned and waxed your old car as fast as I could. I know I lent you my convertible, but you're welcome to keep it. I put a lot of sweat and blood in fixing her up, but like you said, fancy cars are meant for you to drive and me to maintain.

Stop back in my garage anytime. White-collar men like you get free service here! It's not the place of any lowly laborer to get in the way of what you want.

Thank you again, sir.

Hello boss.

Just started another long day of window washing! It's another hot one, but I'll keep my head down and sweat through it like usual.

I've gotta say, it's days like this that make me miss the comforts of my old corporate desk job. I'd kill for some AC right now, but I remember how much you made me realize I hated that career. Like you said, I'm much better suited to a life of mindless cleaning.

It turns out you're the real one with a knack for business strategy because all of your advice has been genius! The income is dependent on the hours I put in, and since I'm working for half the price of all competitors, I've gotten a monopoly on the market! I've fully booked all seven days for the next five or so weeks, so I'll be washing windows non-stop!

The business is already booming! I've been billing customers to your bank account, so you should already see all the profit in there!

Later today, I'll make a note of the minimum I need to replenish the cleaning supplies I'm running through. I'd also be grateful if you loaned me a bit for personal use, but it's understandable if you can't spare any! We agreed that I wasn't working for a salary, and I'm fine with that! I've been sleeping in the company van the last few weeks and it's more than good enough for me!

Don't worry, boss. I'll get back to work!

Tell my wife hello for me, master!

Working on a rig has been isolating. The job is brutal, the days are long, and every night I head back to our bunks covered in oil. I thought I'd at least get to bond with the other guys, but most of us are too tired to do anything but eat and sleep after our shift.

The only thing that's getting me through it is thinking about you. I know I also have a girl at home, but you were the one that gave my life purpose. I was never going to make money as an actor, and you helped me see that! You were the one that convinced me to go for this ridiculous job in the middle of the ocean, and now I'm making a ton of money!

You deserve it all.

I wouldn't have seen any of this cash if I hadn't stuck around after your stage hypnosis show. I still remember the wild look in your eyes when you came up with this idea for me. I also remember that hungry look you had when you saw my wife. It was impossible to say no.

Oh, and thanks for keeping my wife company while I'm gone. A man like you deserves her attention more than I do. Like you said, I doubt I was pleasing her to begin with. The only thing I'm good for is earning money, and I hope you're enjoying it because it sure isn't easy to earn!

I gotta get back, but I wanted to let you know that I signed up for another six months like you suggested. It's lonely, but I'm happy to do it, master!

Son, or should I still call you 'sir'?

I'm not sure if I your new title applies through text as well? Being your dad and your servant can be a bit confusing, but I don't mean disrespect you! Just let me know.

My workout is done and I'm headed back to your house. I signed the deed over to you this morning, so you officially own it now! Like usual, I'll clean the place from top to bottom. I've got all the mops and cleaning supplies in my van and ready to go. Since it's Friday, I'll start on the weekly yard work; mowing, weeding, etc... I don't want to bore you with the details, but it'll take the majority of the day to keep your place in tip top shape!

As I understand it, you are having friends over tonight, so I'll prepare a three course meal for eight. I ironed my apron this morning so I should look like a more presentable waiter than last night when I served your food!

As always, please let me know if there's any other way I can be of service today or tonight.

I'll be awaiting your return, sir.

Hey little bro,

I just finished my workout at the gym with dad. We're both hitting PRs and we're really starting to see some results! Still can't believe you hypnotized his dumb ass to think he's your butler! That man looks so stupid changing from gym clothes into a bowtie and gloves. He's constantly calling you 'sir' too, even when you're not around.

He's such an idiot.

Anyways, I'm all dressed and ready for my new job. You were totally right. I'm going to be so much happier as a clown instead of a wrestler. I'm about to head out to my first gig; a ten year old's birthday party. I think he's the kid of someone I used to compete with. It might be a little awkward, but it won't affect my routine. I've got an afternoon of pies in the face and self-deprecating humor ahead of me.

I made sure to tell the guy who hired me that I'm willing to stay after and clean up. Kids make a huge mess after all. I just hope he won't be too weird about me being a clown at his son's party. We may have been rivals in the past, but that was back when I wrestled. Now I'm just a joke for hire. He's technically my boss for the day, so I'll have to get used to taking orders from him.

Wish me luck, bro. I'll give you the money after the dad dismisses me. Let's hope I make a good clown!

[stareiiez]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬

sylus x female reader.

content : adult cis female reader. love and deepspace. indie portrayal of sylus. suggestive content. luke and kieran appearance! sex references. drinking. smut in later chapter. MDNI. 4.3k words. proof read to the best of my tired eyes.

note: returning just to post this! college and homework has had me busy and focused on other things!! sorry! this is just part one of this sylus one shot! part two is where it'll really ! get! juicy :) hope y'all like drunk sex.

likes and reblogs are loved and appreciated!

Your first-ever date with the leader of the Onychinus was something you didn't ever picture.

Being kidnapped and forced to stay with your kidnapper who wanted you to resonate with him so badly for whatever reason he didn't feel inclined to reveal to you or his henchmen; was never something you pictured to happen in all of your lives of living. To put the cherry on top of it, said kidnapper had made a date for you too to partake in.

Sylus, the man who kidnapped you and now the bane of your annoyance, had invited you out to this date. The way he even ' asked you out ' had been through both Luke and Kieran bursting into your room. Luke had parted the thick blackout curtains to let glorious shades of gold and yellows of morning sunlight stream into your room, and perfectly hit the folds of your eyelids. You groaned in response, an arm falling over your eyes to save you from blinding yourself. Kieran took the liberty of yanking away plush blankets and satin sheets away from your warm body with a grumble of ' get up.' leaving his mouth.

" Boss has plans for you!" Luke chirped, sliding to his twin's side. Cool pointy fingertips prodded at the cheeks of your face in insistent pokes. Sylus decided to announce his plans to the twins at the crack of dawn and make them wake you early so you wouldn't forget. Lovely.

" Tell your ' boss ' I don't care." Your voice is muffling into your plush pillow when you roll over onto your stomach and hide your face and morning breath into its soft material. One of your hands reaches blindly behind you for the blankets that Kieran pulled off your bed.

" Can't, he won't be back till later. Come on lazy bones, let's get up and be ready for the day." Luke chirps again, his fingers pinching at the swell of your calves sharply. Your skin flushes red and stings lightly, no matter how hard you try to wriggle out from his persistent fingers, you still manage to get pinched into giving in and rising from your bare mattress.

Your eyes sag at the corners, exhaustion still present on your face. Your hair is askew in some parts and matted in other parts of your skull. First, you look like you slept and woke up like the dead. Grumpy and craving more shut-eye. '

"Yeesh." Kieran comments. His hidden eyes look at you and your rumpled sleep clothing up and down. Luke nods in silent agreement.

You yawn, and a hand runs through your knotted hair. Not sparing either twin a rebuttal to their judgement, and Luke's faux fear of the smell of morning breath when you walk past both to meander to the luxuriously large themed bathroom of your bedroom. It's not like you're a morning person. You could have sworn Sylus assumed it when he spotted you late one night, in his floor-to-ceiling library; perusing the expanse of perfectly kept novels for you to read by the fireplace. Maybe this was just his way of driving another thorn, including the hundreds he's embedded into your skin, into your side just for amusement. Mephisto would have been the first to tell him how pissed off you were this morning to be woken up at the first light.

Another yawn stretched your jaw wide as you cranked on the hottest temperature of water you could handle and peeled off the satin sleep set Sylus had gifted you to wear to bed. Your eyes threatened to shut under the steamy stream of water from the rain showerhead. You were so warm, unfortunately wet, but so warm and comfortable under the gentle stream.

Hot water dripped down in tantalizing rivulets down your shoulders and back, head bowing down to tuck your chin towards your chest. Your weight swayed back and forth ever so slightly before you would catch yourself from leaning too far to one side. You could have started to fall back asleep standing up if it wasn't for the thundering rounds of knocking from the twins once again. Four sets of strong knuckles rapping against thick black wood was the sound of gunshots to your sensitive ears. A yelp escaped your lips, feet jumping and threatening to slip out from underneath your body when you were startled awake for the second time this morning. You rapidly blinked water out of your eyes.

"Hey! Did you die? Breakfast is getting cold." Luke's muffled voice called out. "You've been in there for almost an hour, you're not a plant." Have you been in there that long? Perhaps you did end up falling asleep in the shower after all. A woman of many talents.

The rest of your shower was done rather quickly. The sweet scent of expensive soaps and shampoos followed you to breakfast. Your hair was still wet and clinging to the soft fabric of your hunter's shirt when you arrived for breakfast. The grumbling of your stomach and the constant half-baked fear that Luke and Kieran would burst into your room to bother you one more time had left you rushing through the halls of Sylus's home just to eat.

Breakfast and even lunch passed by without much trouble from the twins once you gave in to their cumbersome ways of making sure you ate plenty. Lunch was quiet, only you sat at the end of Sylus's extensive dining room table. The air about the dining room seemed lonely, way too lonely for you to shovel another bite of one of the delectable foods made specifically to your palate's tastes. No matter how much you tried to coerce the butler to sit with you, every time he came to refill the multiple glasses of water and or juices, he always denied your pleas to sit and join you with a simple smile and a shake of his head. The tails of his petticoat and the clipping of shiny shoes on the cold tile made you realize that you had nobody. You were a prisoner locked away in a remote fancy prison cell, while the guards that watched over you pretended to be your friends so that you could warm up to their big bad boss.

Your fork twirled between your fingers, her cheek propped on your other hand as you gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling window. The views of the N109 zone stared back at you with its gleaming lights and ominous red fog that seemed to settle as a skyline for the dangerous city. The warm rays of the afternoon sun didn't affect the eerie look of the cold-looking skyscrapers. Daylight didn't belong in a zone that held nothing but crime and dark things that humanity wouldn't think twice about committing.

"Why so sad, kitten? Missing me already?" A dark timber voice practically rattled your eardrums. Whoever spoke to you, was so close you could smell nothing but expensive cologne, the sharp notes of red wine, and clean leather. Sylus.

"You wish. " You mumble, brows furrowing at the ends to portray your frustration even if Sylus can see your blush-ridden cheeks. You look so cute trying to play off your embarrassment.

Sylus's brows raise, and his pretty red lips turn into a shit-eating smirk that doesn't wipe away from his features even when he takes a step back and stands to the full height of his stature. His right hand extends out towards you. "Let's go. We have lots to do today, kitten."

You eye his hand, lips puffed out into a pout for a second till you sigh. Brows relax and your shoulders drop with the air that leaves your lungs. You accept his hand wordlessly, letting him pull you to your feet. He doesn't waste any time pulling you along after him and his long-legged strides. The clip of his expensive shoes and the faster clacks of your steps trying to catch up to him tenfold fill the empty halls of the base.

"When you said we had-- "

air quotes are given sarcastically with your fingers.

" lots to do today."

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" You didn't mention we'd be dealing with him again." Your hands gesture out, dramatically motioning to the tall and strongly built all-midnight black Alhal-Teke horse that was one of Sylus's prized possessions. His tail swished at non-existent flies that buzzed over his gorgeous sleek body. Horse poop, sweat and sawdust floated in the breeze, irritating your sinuses enough to sniffle every now and then.

The stallion regarded you with a frill of his nostrils, blowing hot hay-scented air at your face. He was so pleased to see you too. Glad the feeling was mutual.

After the last encounter with the stubborn animal made up to be called a horse, you had the pleasure of knowing firsthand what it was like to attempt to tame his master afterward. Needless to say, you couldn't quite look at Sylus in the eye for a few days after. The vivid dreams of the rich leather of both collar and whip still haunted your senses in your sleep. The sharp intake of breath and shuddery exhale Sylus let out as the only noises he ever granted you when you traced up and down the expanse of his chest and abdomen with the cropping whip. You shivered visibly in the warm air. Goosebumps raced up your arms at the echoes of Sylus's voice, promising you to ke

Your head shakes from side to side, ridding you of such dark and unclean thoughts. You shouldn't reminisce now, not in front of such curious red eyes that watch your every move with precise calculations. The ends of his lips curl upwards in a minute smirk like he can sense what you're thinking about. Annoying.

"Are you testing me again on how to tame a horse again? I thought we were over this." With subtly laced pink cheeks, you turn your gaze from eyeing the ornery horse to gazing at Sylus. Your hands plant onto your hips.

"Silly kitty." Sylus purrs down at you like you were a wide-eyed child. His tone was slightly patronizing yet the strangest inkling of unnerving comfort. His eyes flick towards the sounds of approaching hoof steps and another set of boots crunching dirt under the soles.

A stablekeeper, you guess, walks up to the two of you. In a pristinely kept white glove, leather reins gently pull a snowy white horse to follow the steps of the unknown man. Braided mane and tail swish with every step shiny black hooves take. Needless to say, the horse looks unreal; like every pretty princess pony young girls dream about owning when they're little.

"Right on time," Sylus says once the stablekeeper comes to a stop at his side. The reins of the white horse are held out to you wordlessly, a polite smile in greeting is on the man's mouth. "Take them, I'm going easy on you this time."

You glance at the snowy white horse, unlike the headstrong and stubborn demon incarnate stallion that Sylus adorns with soft pats and low coos to please the black stallion. The other horse is kind-looking, pretty long white lashes blink delicately at you. Piebald eyes of brown and blue watch you with no harmful intent, only slight curiosity about who you are and what exactly you smell like. She was the yin to the stallion's yang. Two drastic differences between light and dark.

"Her name is Lucero," Sylus says when you finally accept the reins from the stablekeeper's hands, and he departs as he comes. Quiet. "Luce for short if it's easier."

One of your hands reaches out, open palm face up so the mare could sniff you. Your lips curl upwards and a short giggle escapes at the tickling sensation of white horse whiskers sweeping over your hand. Hot hair blows over your hand in a friendly exhale, and Luce raises her dainty head. Shiny hooves take a few steps forward on her own to you, her muzzle bumps at your cheek. A friendly greeting, something you wish could have happened when you met Sylus's horse.

"Good, she likes you. Let's mount up, we have a little while to go before sunset." Sylus interrupts the bonding moment of rider and horse by placing a riding helmet onto your head so quickly you don't even get a moment to protest at being able to buckle your helmet yourself because he does it for you. The strap borderline chokes you from how tight he tugged at the helmet straps, but it's better safe than sorry for riding three-ton animals.

He wastes no time in swinging himself onto the sleek leather English saddle. His helmet crushes his hair to his head. A riding crop, perhaps the same one you dreamed of using on him, is tucked neatly into his armpit. He looks so natural atop the steed.

You follow suit. Swinging yourself effortlessly into the sun warmed riding saddle, the reins held between your hands. Your brows lift quizzically at him. "Where are we even go-- hey!" Sylus doesn't give you the chance to finish your question, both rider and mount are cantering away; not bothering to look over his shoulder to see if you're following behind because of course, you are.

With a clicking of your tongue and a squeeze of your calves to the round sides of the mare, you break into a matching stride to catch up and ride side by side with him.

There isn't much talking when it comes to the actual horseback riding. You doubt you would even have heard of the almost synchronized beating of horse hooves thudding along thigh-high grassy fields. Sylus seemed to be in his little world. You could swear your eyes saw the way his face softened and let himself exhale in contentment at the continuous rocking ups and downs of the stallion's gait. He wordlessly guided you both through the unmarked fields, the racing track already far behind you both, and through a pebble-riddled trickling brook of water then further into more grassy dips and curves of the land.

The spray of cool water droplets splashed onto your cheeks and clothes. You couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sudden cool sens

Sylus couldn't help but smile to himself at your reaction. The way your lips parted in a shocked ' O ' formation, your right hand parting from the leather reins to shield your face from another spray of cool water flying off the hooves of the stallion he rode. You looked so cute. Not cute, that wasn't the right wording to describe it in this angle and this exact moment of lighting. You looked . . ethereal? gorgeous? breathtaking?

"Beautiful." his words decided to flow from his mouth rather than stay rooted in the recesses of his brain. He spoke them into the universe and the slowly turning golden rays of sunbeams that kissed your cheeks and eyes when they flitted over to him. Your pupils are minuscule and swim in the lightened colors of your irises.

This was falling in love all over again. He felt this feeling before. In another body, in another time. In another century of dark demons and another girl that looked exactly like you with a slightly different name. But this was you, his pretty kitten.

Thankfully you couldn't hear him, the moment of his was cut short thanks to his stallion kicking out his hind legs; like he could sense Sylus' wandering thoughts and rounded eyes of warm syrupy adoration.

"Easy, boy. You're still cherished by me." A warm leather-bound hand patted the sweat-slicked neck of the horse.

The horses slowed to an easy trot when the fields of green grew even longer blades of grass that tickled at the bottoms of your boots. They'd come up to your waist, or tops of your thighs once you would slide off the horses. Finally, since it was quiet enough to talk amid the heavy snorts of winded horses. Your head turns to fully address Sylus with your previous question.

"So, where are we going? Or is this just an act to finally get rid of me since we can't resonate?" Half teasing the leader. You let a brow raise. If that was true? What a serene way to go out, not that you wouldn't die fighting. But you couldn't ask for a better place of scenery to draw in your final breath.

"Up there, don't you see it?" Sylus gestures up ahead with a gloved palm, where dips and rises of the fields finally swell to a gentle incline of a grassy hill. A large oak tree sits rooted in the rich soil.

A deep crimson-colored blanket lays strewn on the ground under the cooling shade of the tree. Adorning the blanket was an expensive bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. An array of meats, berries, sweet chocolates, crackers, and cheeses sit on a carved board of wood. A small container containing a few slices of rich cake consisting of differing flavors and frostings sat in the middle of the large board of wood. Faux candle lights are scattered around the borders of the blanket, giving little light to set an intimate mood for the two of you. Who knew the man was into finger foods? Not you.

Your breath catches, unknowing that your eyes rounded in awe when you two rode closer to the supposed romantic scene Sylus went out of his way to prepare. Was this the plan the twins awoke you for so early? Did they help their boss pick out cute charcuterie foods to share between you two while gazing into each other's eyes? Your cheeks warm at the scene playing in your head of the three men, consulting in the large kitchen back at the Onichynus base. Discussing what foods were trending that couples were eating together, and where exactly would be a good setting to enjoy it.

"Sylus--" Your words fall out breathlessly, oblivious to how the male had reached over to grasp at the reins of your horse with one hand; and with the other, he steered his stallion around the less steep side of the hill to ride on. Your fingers blindly reach out to bat at his large hand, you can steer yourself even if you're in mild shock.

Another ploy just to gain your trust? Maybe, but you somewhat doubt the intention behind this impromptu picnic. Sylus slides out of his saddle when the two of you crest the top of the hill, his right-hand goes to reach up between his horse's ears to pull the English bridle off. The stallion snorts, shaking his long elegant mane of midnight, dark eyes blink at your mare; seemingly waiting for you to slide off and unbridle her so they can graze together in peace.

Sylus moves to your side, one hand reaching out to offer his help; the other unbridling the snowy mare with the ease of his skilled fingers. You don't turn his hand down, not that you have a choice because he takes your hand in his anyway even when you hesitate to accept such help. He's pulled you down from your saddle with enough force to have you tumbling into his arms and bumping into his strong chest. The smell of wine and rich leather only gets stronger with the proximity.

"Must I do everything for you? You make me feel like I'm your caretaker right now." His chest rumbles against yours, his voice quiet. Words whispering darkly against the shell of your ear. Even if he was taunting you, you wouldn't be able to properly comprehend it. Not when you catch his eyes lowering to the curve of your jaw and sweeping along the pout of your lips.

He takes extra long to undo the buckle of your riding helmet, his pinky and ring finger stroking along the small bump of your chin with feather-like touches that make your skin twitch pleasantly.

Sylus retracts, tucking both helmets under an arm each he strides to the picnic spread. The helmets are placed down at a spare corner of the blanket with such care, then join them by sitting down in one free spot on the blanket. His long legs are tucked languidly together, while he reaches for the bottle of champagne.

The ends of his lips quirk upwards when you take the glass from him, and bring the tart but fizzy alcohol to your lips for a long sip. The bubbles make your nose tingle, you can feel them in your sinuses. To Sylus, you look so cute he could push you down and eat you whole right here. The sweet little picnic he and the twins laid out ahead of time would be forgotten, the main course and sweet desserts would be every inch of your body.

Instead, he sweeps his arm out to you; another invitation for you to indulge yourself while he picks at the food like a bird would. He's more like Mephisto than you even know. Your legs fold underneath you, sitting across from the male. One hand still holding your half-full glass of bubbly, the other reaching for a crisp slice of bread that's smeared with salty homemade butter. It tastes like heaven on your tingling tastebuds. You chew thoroughly, eyes flicking shyly to avoid Sylus's intense gaze and watch the two horses standing side by side grazing in contentment.

What a picture-perfect view. In Sylus's eyes once again, the light illuminates your side profile in a sunkissed golden hue. The shine of golden rays on your hair makes you look like a halo is forming above your head. An angel is in the presence of a monstrous demon of a man, who watches the precious creature with a dark possessive light in his pupils.

His flute of champagne rises to his lips. The alcohol is drained in a matter of two gulps, and his glass is being refilled in no time. You're oblivious to his staring, seemingly still uncomfortable with trying to fill the caverns of silence that radiate in the air between you two. You pick at the charcuterie board, grabbing at one of the fruits that are sweetened with a thin coating of powdered sugar on top.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You quip, your voice trying not to break when you turn to meet those sharp vermillion eyes eyeing the tart strawberry you hold to your lips. His eyes are hawklike over the rim over the glass's rim.

Instead of answering the shitty excuse of small talk, Sylus quirks one brow upward. He reaches out one of his hands to grasp at your wrist and yanks you forward hard enough to send you careening forward onto your knees and into his personal space. Your hand that held the strawberry is held in a grip that screams you shouldn't pull away from him without risking your shoulder or elbow popping. His damp lips brush over the bend of your fingers, and his warm breath fans over the back of your hand in a slow exhale. You can't help but let the flush of pretty pink and rose to stain the apples of your cheeks when Sylus hums down at you.

His lips parted to reveal the glimmering white teeth that remind you of a predator's. He could lunge forward and sink those pretty teeth that smile in those unfortunate businessmen's faces before he rips them apart. Whether with his mouth or evol, he would be your undoing; and currently one of them is teasing the tips of your fingers when he sinks them into the berry for a bite. Red juice trickles down the plump bow of his bottom lip, then runs off the sharp edge of his chin. Sin incarnate is showing in the way Sylus maintains eye contact when he pulls back, chewing the sweet and semi-tart strawberry with red staining his skin. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip to catch stray berry juice and you feel chills run down your spine from the sight.

He doesn't wipe his chin, perhaps he likes it messy like that. It fits him. His eyes twinkle in knowing that he has you trying to suppress the urge to shiver weakly at something so innocent. After all, he does have the right to share this spread of food with you, this was his plan after all.

But how the hell can you last the rest of your time here, when he keeps looking at you like that?

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Don't cry over spilled milk ◦ l.f

-Accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe

Paring◦ Dad!Lee Felix x Mom!Reader

Words◦ 1633

Genre ◦ Hurt and comfort, ngl this was like really angsty and I didn't mean for it to be 😭, definitely fluffy towards the end though

Warnings ◦ Kinda points towards the fact that the reader might have been abused, descriptions of the readers father being an asshole, talk about abuse, the term beating black and blue, crying, spilled milk, Felix being sickeningly sweet, overuse of love, descriptions of bad dreams, trauma, bleeding, bad thoughts, and wounds (all these are metaphors).

Taglist◦@thetoastghost222I hope you like it <33

A/N ◦this is just something simple and cute I cooked up real fast I didn't really put too much thought into it honestly I just let my brain go also don't judge me but I literally just looked up "cute Korean girl names that mean sunshine" in the search engine and picked the first thing so... also I'm going to be reuploading all my old stuff into my new blog in one fair swoop soooo I'm rereading this and there's something about my writing I have always noticed is off so if anybody can point it out/ give me advice I would literally appreciate it so much

~cookiecreates 🍪

You took "Don't cry over spilled milk" very seriously because it took every fiber of your being not to sob when Ha-Yun's glass of milk dropped on Felix's new carpet, throwing a vibrant white stain on the expensive black furnishing. You really don't know how many different adjectives your brain could come up with to describe the horror you felt pounding in your heart.

It was as though this moment was a portal into the deepest caverns of your mind—a key that unlocked a swarm of memories flickering in the back of your brain like fireflies. You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing back the flood of bad feelings that seem to wash over you quicker than you can wipe them away—You're transported back to those days when your head was high and your hands were small, spilling milk on your dad's new carpet. You were so little, so naive, you didn't know that the world wasn't all butterflies and unicorns; that milk stained and dads got mad. You vowed to be the parent who held their baby's hand as they picked it up, smiling when they threw the dirty towel in the trash. 

Accidents happen.

Accidents happen.

Accidents happen.

But you don't know if that's what Felix vowed to do, and with the carpet being 600 dollars, you wouldn't be surprised if he beat the poor girl black and blue.

Just like your dad did. 

Your fingers tremble as you grip the cup in your hands, the world seems to swirl around you, swimming in all your bad dreams. It only took a teaspoon to die and a bad thought to drown. How easy it is to be pulled under the waves when you're vulnerable. You thought you kept the sea at bay, but even the most experienced divers can get pulled into a riptide. 

The cup clatters in the sink, startling you out of your thoughts. Ha-Yun babbles in the corner, throwing cheerios to the ground. This was all your fault; you shouldn't have put her high chair in the living room. 

All your fault.

All your fault.

All your-

The lock clicks.

Your heart drops, plummeting into the grave in which you buried all your pain. You scramble to find something to cover the stain. In all your panic, you forget that shit doesn't magically go away, sticking to your skin like syrup dripping down your spine. Everything was spinning in your vision as your lungs contracted, you wondered if you could really drown in theoretical oceans, especially the ones that occupied your mind.

It all seemed so silly as Felix's frame came into view, like he was made entirely from watercolor pouring down the page. You threw the towel over the mess, attempting to conceal your sobs.

Maybe he'll walk away.

Maybe he's too tired to notice.

Maybe you can spare his wrath.

“Love,” Felix's deep voice floats into your ears like cotton candy disintegrating under the waves of words you drown in. Scars were never promises on the skin; the human body is a delicate chemistry, and with the right motivation, it can crumble.

You snap. Break apart. Succumb to the river of sentences that stuck to your skin, like honey and glass. Time heals all wounds, but what about the ones that never scar, never scab? What about the ones whose vile words poisoned the flesh, eating away at your soul? Time doesn't heal all wounds because sometimes wounds are just too deep. Strong arms wrap around your huddled frame, your face drawn to your knees. 

“I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." you sob mindlessly, it was as though your younger self control—caught in a weird form of fight or flight—dissociating from reality.

“Sorry? Sorry for what, love?” He whispers, dropping to the floor and pulling you onto his lap. He's so gentle, so calm, so completely opposite of any love you have ever felt or any father you have ever seen.

"Milk-" You choke; your words getting caught in your throat. You dig your face into his shoulder. "She spilled the milk on the carpet. I'm so sorry." The tears keep coming as though you're bleeding all the emotions you had kept under wraps for too long; it was like an infection, and Felix's loving arms cleansed your wounds.

"Oh, love," he coos, petting your hair, "didn't anybody ever tell you not to cry over spilled milk." You can't help but chuckle, a weird mix between a sniffle and a sob. 

You must look like such a wreck right now—face blotchy and red, snot dripping down your nose, tears pouring down your cheeks—you look like you just crawled out of the pits of hell, and he still looks at you like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on.

In that moment, you feel so silly, so stupid, kinda wanting to crawl back into the pits of hell from which you came. You should have known he wasn't going to react the way your father had. Felix was nothing like the man; he was kind, he was gentle, he was all sunshine and smiles, he was safe.

"I'm sorry for being such a wreck." You cuddle deeper into his chest, sniffling into his shirt. 

"Never be sorry for being human, and especially, never be sorry for showing me." It took everything in you not to break down again, letting his strong arms hold you while you scrubbed all the syrup from your soul, but you have a baby and a mess on the carpet that will be ten times harder to clean if you leave it sitting.

"I'll go get another towel," you sniffle, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Don't," he pulls you back down on his lap, “Put your arms around me.” You lock your hands behind his neck, yelping when he picks you up bridal style.

“What- Felix, what are you doing?” You squeal as he walks you to the couch, laying you gently on the cushions.

“I'm showing you how to clean up spilled milk,” He smirks like you didn't just destroy his 600-dollar carpet; his attitude genuinely baffles you.

"How are you not mad?” You whispered, dazed, your mind turning into mush. He tilts your chin up, peering at you with a soft smile and kind eyes. Your breath hitches, little heart eyes popping in your pupils. 

"Accidents happen, love, you never grow out of’em." You melt, literally disintegrating into a pile of goo on the couch.

"D-Do you, um, D-Do you need help?" You stutter, blinking harshly to try and gather your thoughts. It was as if his gentle heart short-circuited your tangled wires—knotted from years of wear and lack of care. 

"You just sit there and look pretty, and I'll show you why you shouldn't cry over spilled milk." He kisses you softly, smiling on your skin, "Okay, baby," he breathes, passion crackling between your lips, "You just keep-" Ha-Yun screeches, slapping her high chair full of Cheerios. Felix groans, tipping his forehead to touch yours. 

"You know, one of these days we've got to get a babysitter. I don't know how long I can stand just being able to admire my beautiful wife from afar," your cheeks burn as you tilt your head down bashfully, "Well maybe we can do that when milk isn't marinating on the floor," he claps, jumping up from his arched position, "yep, your right, jeez baby, you really know how to pull me away from a task."

You cheese, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face. "Go on," you shoo him away, "You were going to teach me something."

He smirks, walking over to the kitchen, pulling the roll of paper towels off the counter and tossing them down next to the mess, unlocking Ha-Yun's highchair to lift her out of it.

"What are you-"

"Shh sit there and look pretty," The way his eyes sparkle and his lips tilt makes him appear almost mischievous. You sink back into the couch, folding your arms in front of your chest, assessing him intently. Ha-Yun beams when she sees Felix, waving her arms around, spitting gobbly gook.

"Oh is that right, well I couldn't have ever guessed," he nods attentively like she just stated the stages of evolution, "Well, as much as I love this conversation, baby, you are going to need to clean up your mess". He chastises her gently, and she frowns, glaring at him, he lifts his brows in retort.

"You know you've got a lot of sass for a 4-year-old," he grumbles "Probably got it from your momma," he sends you a look, lips curled up in a smirk. Your jaw drops in faux offense.

"You know what-" he puts his finger to his lips, cutting you off.

"Were you this bad in school? Cause the teacher," he gestures to himself, "is teaching."

"I'm gonna-"

"Looking pretty," He singsongs, a smile playing on his lips. You bite your cheek, holding back your glare. He snickers, placing her down next to the milk—putting a paper towel in her tiny hands.

"Can you help daddy clean it up please," he squats down to her level, stretching his fingers over hers. She blinks down at the splattered milk. You can almost see the gears turning in her head when he starts carefully moving her hand back and forth over the mess. 

"See!" he cheers, his eyes glowing with pride, "Accidents happen, you just gotta learn to clean them up."

Watching the scene unfold before you fills you with an obscene form of bliss, like you have achieved one of life's greatest victories—that maybe all dads weren't raging assholes that yelled when you spilled milk because, like Felix said, accidents happen—you never grow out of'em.

©CookieCreates (posted: June, 26th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

[vexxandra]

what is coming? (timeless pick-a-card)

for those who need comfort, or dream of the future, this might be the pac for you ☆ 3-17-23 .

PILE ONE ; " i'm so tired " ...

how long have you been keeping yourself awake? it's up to you to decide whether that statement was metaphorical or literal, but the point still stands. can't catch sleep? it's not your fault. you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you deserve to rest. sleep is a blessing that you will catch up on soon. the mistakes of your past shouldn't stop you from rejuvenating yourself. i'm sorry this relief from life has been taken from you.

i can see that what's coming toward you is more closure. conflicts being resolved, and action being taken to prevent future problems from happening. peace is coming, and more spiritual peace- however you may find it. you are finding what is lost or missing; a confidant, a part of yourself you lost, or a sense of responsibility. this will make you feel a little less confused in this dark time. whatever you find, make sure it benefits you, not hinders you.

extra: the number 7 or 16, cheerleading, studying, driving/cars, violent - carolesdaughter, the need to please, disappointment, "you are more than your thoughts, more than your past" green, spring months, gaming to cope, betrayal, "you deserve love because you exist"

PILE TWO ; " i am fighting " ...

you are so strong. your strength is commendable, and so is your resolve. you are making me smile. things seem to be good for you right now, but have they always? no one is born to be so resilient, it's our experiences that shape us to be who we are, and yours have molded you into a warrior, pile two. you are so strong, have you heard that before? i feel like you don't get recognized enough. but you suffered, and i see that. i see that, and i see you. thank you, for never giving up.

stability is reaching you. i feel like you have a 'fake it till you make it mindset' in order to reach what you truly want. but i see that you will soon have whatever you desire. it will be unmistakably yours, and you'll know in your heart when you find it. you will be emotionally fulfilled, and reach a state of kind of 'enlightenment' where you're like, i know what im doing now, it all makes sense. it will be a moment where everything clicks, and everything settles down.

extra: pink, red, gold, orange, chains of pearls, instruments, stuffy, nostalgia, memories like the color yellow, may, june, 2018, "this feels right", back to the future/past, vintage, aesthetic, dream girl vibes, photos, "everything is okay"

PILE THREE ; " where is the sun ? " ...

you have lost your sun, pile three. you remind me of a sunflower, looking for the sun to turn to, but what happens if the sun isn't there? you are aimless and lost, trying to find what has been stolen from you. but it hasn't, has it? it's time to take off your lenses, and realize that this isn't healthy. you have been stuck in a cycle for a while, and i feel like you kind of actually trap yourself in it. i get it, it's better to be trapped than face the reality. but is the pain you're causing yourself really worth it? please find strength in yourself to break free. trust me, it's better than staying. im rooting for you, pile three.

what's coming toward you is the strength to pull yourself out of this negative situation. i see you putting yourself first, and sparing yourself of further heartbreak, disappointment, and sadness. i can see that this will sort of be a tower moment for you; the tower has always been shaky, but it's only now that you are fleeing from it, and i'm proud of you. it's hard, but you can do it. after, you might find yourself stuck in your own thoughts secondguessing, but you did the right thing. never forget that. i also see someone of importance entering your life, a little after this.

extra: dont worrry darling, omori, pink beats, neurodivergence, black, alternative culture, crosses, pinky promises, mother figure, chocolate, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, balloons, lamps, llamas, "why would you leave me?", "because i couldn't stay", polish

[waveworn-rover]

I'M A NASTY DOG! Pt.1

Fleeting touches and breathless kisses, they just can't seem to let you out of their sight. You know what happens next, don't you?

Content: 18+ sexual content (minors don't interact please), all content will be consensual :)

Description: wlw established relationships (fem!reader), plot with smut, fingering (changli), Jinhsi has a cock, strap-on use (rover), hinted rough(ish) sex (rover), pussy eating (zhezhi), vibrator use (baizhi).

Characters: Changli, Jinhsi, Fem!Rover, Zhezhi, Baizhi

Note: Part 1 of a two part fic and my first smut fic ever (yipee), I wanted to write for the wuwa women due to the lack of fics so i made a whole blog for them lmao. This is kinda experimental since I'm not used to writing smut, so it'll be a mix of plot and smut. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Changli

The harsh winds that descend upon the snowy lands of Mt.Firamament have done nothing to ease your anxiety. You shiver, hugging your frost-bitten body as you blindly walk around, searching for your lover. Changli had been uncontactable for the past few weeks, ever since she had gone to Mt.Firamament with the rover. She told you not to worry, "It's but a simple matter, my love. I'll be back before you know it." What a lie that was.

Upon hearing the news of a blast occurring on the mountain, resulting in the time barrier placed by the sentinel to be removed, you had expected Changli to return to you by now- but to no avail. Which brings you here now, in the snowy plains of Mt.Firamament, using a tracker to find your lover. But as the surroundings grow colder and your body grows weaker, you make the crucial decision to stumble into a cave to take cover from the harsh weather. Cold and very much fatigued, you slump against the cave wall, soon falling asleep.

You don't know how much time has passed, but you wake up to the feeling of warmth- one that seems all to familiar.

"Seems that you're awake now, hm?"

You startle, looking up to find Changli sitting across from you, a tense smile on her face. "Changli! How did you- I-," you stutter, scrambling up to hold her close. She all but chuckles, moving closer to you.

"Naughty girl, didn't I tell you time and time again not to worry about me?" Changli coos, brushing your hair back to get a better look at your tired face. "Now look at you, dirty and hurt from the harsh weather. Tsk- you seem to forget that you can't keep yourself warm without me."

You whimper shamefully, yes- you had fully known that she was more than capable of keeping herself alive in this place. Her forte is useful for keeping her body warm amidst the snowy mountain. Yet you couldn't help but worry, she was your lover after all.

"I'm sorry... I was just- I was worried."

Changli merely hums, pulling you closer to her warmth. You feel the heat emitting from her body, and the feeling of her warm lips as she kisses yours. "It seems that you're still cold, my love." Your eyes widen as you become trapped under her cunning gaze. "Let me warm you up."

"O-oh...!" You let out a soft gasp, your back arching as Changli grabs your ass. "Changli, wait- ah!" She flips you onto your back, carefully laying you down on the soft pelt of fur below you. She wastes no time in removing your underwear as her hungry mouth attacks your bare neck, marking you up. All you could do is moan pathetically, your body writhing under her hot touch.

Her hand spares no moment to waste, fingers dancing across your sensitive skin. Your legs tremble as you feel her touch against your aching folds, desperate to be pleased. You moan out her name, your voice shaky with anticipation. "Relax for me, darling.", she whispers into your ear, a subtle command for you to give her access into your warm hole. Her sultry voice, paired with those warm fingers of hers gave you no room for disobedience.

In a matter of mere seconds, she had you trembling and shaking, her warm fingers thrusting into your wetness with a fury that could rival her flames. The sound of skin against skin, the brush of her palm roughly bumping against your sensitive clit was proving too much to bear. You grip her other arm tightly, your eyes watering from the pleasure.

"C-changli...! Please- please don't stop!"

Changli pants above you, your whorish moans make her pulse with desire. Leaning down, she kisses you with fervor, angling her wrist so that her fingers hit that spot in you that's just right. Your body tenses and you grab onto her, your nails raking down her smooth back. With a precise thrust into your pussy, she presses down on your sweet spot, making you cum. Your back arches into her body and you moan loudly, but it's alright. After all, no one else but her can hear your screams of pleasure in this cave. Changli eases you through the orgasm before slowly pulling her fingers out. Still leaning over you, she sensually licks her slick-coated fingers, making you shudder.

"Good girl..."

Some people praise Changli for her behaviour, in which when she sets her sights on something, she doesn't stop until its in her grasp. Well, you suppose you can thank her for that when you both went for a couple more rounds, perhaps... five more. By the time she brought you to your last orgasm, you were nothing more than a moaning mess sprawled on the pelt. Changli didn't seem fazed at all, a slight blush on her face, maybe her back had been scratched up by you, paired with lips turning red from how much you both kissed.

Changli laid beside you, pulling you closer. You snuggled into her embrace, earning a thoughtful hum from her.

"Thank you... for coming out here to ensure I was safe. I don't want you to do it again, but still, thank you.", she mumbled, voice laced with affection and worry. She won't let you risk your life like that for her, not any more.

"I'll take a week off once we get home."

You smile, kissing her soft skin. Although you were too tired to speak, lacing your fingers with hers let's her know all that she needs to know. Changli smiles, tightening her grip on your hand.

"I've been away from your touch for too long, my flame."

Jinhsi

The magistrate of Jinzhou has always been a busy person. With workloads of documents to read, varying problems of the people to listen to paired with her own self doubts, Jinhsi was the busiest woman in Jinhzou. Though she spends her days hunched over her desk in the ministry office or making her feet sore by traversing the whole city, her one salvation comes in the form of her lover- you.

With another round of work completed, Jinhsi sighs tiredly as her day ends. She misses you dearly, noting how she barely had time to head home these past few days due to her job. Jinhsi adjusts herself in her seat before reaching out for her terminal to call you. As usual, you answer in the blink of an eye, never one to keep your lover waiting.

"Jinhsi! How are you, darling?"

Jinhsi stiffles her growing grin, ecstatic to hear your voice. She coughs lightly, clearing her throat before replying.

"I'm doing well, my love. In fact, I've just completed my work and should be free for tonight. I'll be home soon."

Jinhsi can't help but smile broadly as she hears your happy squeal from the terminal. How she missed witnessing your happiness in person, at least she'll be home soon. A few minutes of chatter later, you both hang up the call. Jinhsi heads down the hall, confirming her leave with Sanhua before finally heading home to you.

As soon as Jinhsi gets home, she opens the door, bracing herself for an onslaught of your affection but instead, there was no one to greet her. Confused and mildly disappointed, she calls out your name, searching through the house for your presence. After minutes of searching the house to no avail, Jinhsi barges into the bedroom. A chocked sound escapes her lips as her jaw slacks in shock to find you laying on the bed, dressed in lingerie that barely covers your body, a familiar collar dangling in hand.

"Welcome home, dearest magistrate. Or should I call you...puppy?"

Jinhsi breaks into a full blown blush, stuttering and jumbling her words. You all but chuckle, amused at her reaction. Perhaps it has been quite some time since you've both last made love, it seems that she has forgotten her place- under you. You rise from the bed and saunter over to the distressed and evidently horny woman, clicking the collar in place to her neck, giving it a nice, deliberate pull.

"Ah-"

Jinhsi doesn't even have time to retaliate, her lips immediately being engulfed with yours. She doesn't fight your dominance, letting you take control of her pleasure. You grip her hips, pulling her even closer to you. Your bodies press against each other, letting you feel her breasts against yours and, well, her protruding cock.

"Looks like my sweet girl is getting impatient. Let me take care of that..."

Pinning her against the door, you kneel down to face her crotch. You come face to face with her adorable boner, chuckling softly when Jinhsi whines in embarrassment. You pull down her underwear, watching her cock slap against her tummy, precum leaking from the pink tip. You press a teasing kiss to her stiff cock, earning you a desperate groan from her.

"Please...d-don't tease me..."

You raise an eyebrow at her shy plea, standing up. You kiss up her neck, your ears blessed by her soft mewls of pleasure. Without further ado, you pick Jinhsi up and carry her to the bed. She let's out an unexpected squeal, holding you tightly. You lay her on the plush bed, leaning over her anticipating frame. Her body shivers, cock rock hard as she waits for your next command. You smirk knowingly, spreading your legs, giving her a glimpse of your wetness.

"I'm going to ride you now, pup. Are you ready?"

Jinhsi nods, too shy for words. Her usual calm demeanor is nowhere in sight, instead replaced by a fumbling mess, desperate for her lover.

"Words, darling. I need to hear your consent.", you drawl, resting your hips right above her cock. Jinhsi whines, grabbing at your thighs. "I'm ready- I'm ready! Please...!"

You snort in amusement, the ever so powerful magistrate of Jinzhou reduced to a mere mess, all for you. The sight turns you on even more as you align her cock with your folds. The gathered arousal between you both made the penetration slick and painless, filling you all the way. Jinhsi snaps her hips into you in reflex, unable to control her body in liu of the sensation of your gummy walls.

You shudder, feeling her cock twitch inside you. With a groan, you lean forward to capture her wrists in your hands, pinning her arms over her head. Now reigning full control, you slam your hips into hers, bringing full pleasure to you both.

"Oh, puppy... such a good- ah! Such a good girl for me..."

Jihnsi could do nothing but snap her hips to meet yours while she herself whined pathetically. Soon, the combined movement brought your pleasure to the peak as you both came at the same time. Slowly, you rise up, panting above her. A mixture of your combined cum drips out of your pussy and onto her belly, earning a shudder from the whinpering woman. Jinhsi whines at the loss of your warmth, immediately clinging onto you. You laugh, caressing her head as you pepper her face with soft kisses.

"Welcome home, my dear Jinhsi."

Fem!Rover

For the past few days, you and Rover have been traveling around the outskirts of Jinzhou on a quest to complete missions for the pioneer association. Given that Rover didn't have any major plans, you both had agreed to help the pioneer association with some light work, that being taking down tacet discords. As a resonator yourself, Rover was confident enough in your abilities to let you follow her. Still, she was somewhat protective of you, but you don't mind. You find it attractive when she helps you out in combat, giving you a chance to admire her muscular build.

Caught up in your daydream, you fail to notice an injured spearback approaching you from behind, it's claws gleaming with the intent to strike you down.

"Watch out!"

You gasp, turning around at the right moment to find Rover slicing the tacet discord's paw off before finishing off the monster. Your breath shudders and you feel weak in the knees. Unconsciously, you grip onto her outfit. Rover immediately holds you in her strong arms, pulling you close to inspect you for any harsh wounds. After checking that you were unhurt, she let's out a soft sigh, hugging you tightly as you tremble.

"You're alright... I told you that I wouldn't let any harm come towards you, didn't I?" Rover chuckles softly, but you could hear the strain in her voice. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak in this moment.

"Come, let's collect our reward from the pioneer association. Then we can finally go home for tonight."

It was nightfall when you both arrived at the association's main building, luckily you were able to claim the... 'special' reward, as they called it. You're not sure what's so special about it, but considering it was a wrapped box, you had to wait until later at home to open it up. You yawn, holding onto Rover's arm as you both walked to your shared home.

Once arriving home, you take a shared bath before taking some time to relax in the living room. As you sip your drink, Rover sits beside you, holding the box in hand. Leaning your head on her shoulder, you prompt her to open it up. To your honest surprise, the special reward was something you never expected.

"Is... Is that a strap-on?"

Rover didn't reply right away, making you look up at her. Her face was impassive, but a bright blush adorned the tip of her ears.

"Rover? Are you alright?" You reach out, brushing your fingers against her cheek. Rover takes hold on the strap-on, turning it around in her hands before she turned to you.

"I want to use the strap-on. Now.", she growled out, her arm holding your waist to keep you close. You could see the how serious she was as you looked into her eyes- it was akin to staring at a hungry predator. You stuttered, feeling your heart beat faster as your body heated up with the familiar feeling of arousal.

"Please."

"...oh," you mumbled softly as your foreheads connect, letting you feel her breath against your lips, "I don't mind... I mean, we should make the most out of the reward, right?"

Quicker than you could comprehend, Rover claimed your lips with hers as she lifted you up with an arm, holding the strap-on in her other hand. You cling onto her, the sound of your combined whimpers and her groans echoing through the house as you made way to the bedroom. She laid you on the bed, giving you time to undress as she fastened on the harness.

Rover wasted no time in prepping you for the strap-on. She lifts your hips, using her hands to hold your lower body up as she eats you out. You cry out in surprise, gripping blindly at the sheets as her tongue prods your sensitive entrance, showing no mercy in her attempts to be drenched in your arousal. In less than 5 minutes, she makes you cum for the first time tonight, your arousal dripping down her chin. Her golden eyes gleam with satisfaction, taking note of how your body trembles for her.

"I love the way you taste," she groans, adjusting your body to line the faux cock with your folds, "but I like it better when you (s)cream for me."

With that, she thrusts the cock into you, your orgasm from earlier aiding in the penetration, leaving you with nothing but the feeling of being full. As time passed, the sounds of sex amplify in your bedroom. The bed creaks with your passion as Rover fucks you deep, hitting your good spot over, and over, and over again. The harsh collision of her body with yours sends jolts of pleasure to your clit, making you moan out and cling to her as she ravages your body. She takes you- claims you with an almost primal look in her eyes. She spares your body almost no mercy, biting and sucking your neck as well as gripping onto your thighs till her nails form crescent moon shapes on your skin.

"R-rover! Ah- haAh! Please don't s-stop, want you to cum in me!"

Your delirious bable stuns her for a brief second, causing you to whine in confusion. She pants above you and the moment you see that look in her eyes- the golden gleam intensifying, you know you're done for. She holds you closer, her lips right next to your ear.

"Bite my shoulder if it gets too much. I don't want the neighbours complaining about the noise you'll make when I breed you."

You nearly scream when her hips snap into you, the faux cock kissing your cervix. Doing as she told, you bite her shoulder as she absolutely rams into you, her strength unwavering. She brings you to your high multiple times, only stopping to ensure you were alright to continue after a water break and resuming the feral fucking soon after. By the time you were spent, legs shaking and drool dripping down your chin, it was almost close to dawn.

With care, Rover takes out the strap-on from your quivering hole, earning a tired moan from you. Discarding the harness, she adjusts your body as you both lay down together in bed, preparing for sleep. After a much needed glass of water for you both, you snuggle up to your lover, content and happy to be in her embrace. Rover was quite for a while, drawing circles on your back to lull you to sleep.

"You almost got badly hurt today," she mumbles solemnly. You tense, a frown on your face. "I'm sorry, I got distracted."

Rover hums in response, her grip om you tightening. Yet her touch was not painful, it was comforting. "I promised to keep you safe, but you have to help me out too, okay?"

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss on her collarbone. "I promise."

"Forver and always."

Zhezhi

You've always known Zhezhi as an excellent artist. Ever since that faithful day- where you both met as children, you've always associated art with her. It was that day when she opened up your dull eyes to the colours of life, her talented hands commanding the brush like it was a part of her. It was no surprise that you soon became infatuated with the girl, insisting on sticking by her side even when you both had grown older. Your families- despite their seemingly uncaring attitudes, would never dare to come in between you both. It seemed that fate itself had decided that you were meant for each other.

You weren't the only one who agreed that Zhezhi was a wonderful scholar of art. There were many in Jinzhou that would pay a high price to obtain her paintings. With all that said, who in Huanglong was this baffling idiot you see- yelling at your Zhezhi?

"I told you I wanted it by today! Can't you work up some resonator magic to paint it faster? I don't have all week!"

You grit your teeth as the man yells at your lover, eyes narrowed in fury. Zhezhi was naturally shy and incredibly soft hearted, something you found endearing about her. But now? Watching her sob quietly as she gets berated like a lowly servant? It makes your blood boil, so much so that you had to take a deep breath to avoid suddenly activating your forte.

"What seems to be the problem here, sir?", you drawl, sauntering up to them. You sneak a hand around Zhezhi's waist, pulling her closer to you and letting her weep into your shoulder. You fix an icy stare at the man in question, your gaze making him stumble over his words in sudden fear.

"W-well, you see, Zhezhi said she needed a week to finish my commissioned painting- but it's not like I have time to wait, yknow? I'm a busy businessman, I've got places to be, people to meet. I simply can't wait! I thought that since she's a resonator, she should be able to finish the painting quickly, so I-"

Before he could even finish his nonsensical babbling, you place a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him, your grip almost painful enough to make him cry. Almost.

"Let me get this straight, sir. You yelled at Zhezhi for not completing a commission she told you would take a week to complete, despite it not being the deadline yet?" A strained smirk appeared on your lips as you tilt your head, as if trying to comprehend his stupidity.

"Do you think Zhezhi is some kind of robot? Even as a resonator, she needs time to complete a painting that would usually take months to be done. Can't your small brain comprehend even the most basic sense?"

Your retaliation makes him whimper, a shameful noise that makes those passing by laugh. He quickly apologises, telling Zhezhi to take her time with the commission while paying her extra for his mistake. You sneer as you watch him leave, walking away with a still sobbing Zhezhi. Heading to your shared home, you hug her close, whispering soft reassurances into her hair. Once she calmed down enough to talk, you wiped her tears away and fetched her a warm cup of green tea.

" ...Thank you, for helping me.", she mumbled, an embarrassed blush adorning her face. You shake your head, pressing an affectionate kiss onto her hairline.

"It's nothing you should apologise for, love. It's not your fault he was being an asshole."

Zhezhi snickers, slapping your shoulder playfully. You smile, relieved that she's not too down about the situation. Well, that was what you initially thought. Yet you know her all too well, the slight downturn of her lips was enough of an indicator that she was still feeling down about the whole situation.

"Zhezhi... it really isn't your fault, yknow?", you mumbled, connecting your foreheads together. She met your gaze, sniffling softly. During times like these, you know just the thing to. You lifting up her hand in yours, you press a kiss to her palm, slowly inching up to her collarbone. Zhezhi's breath hitches as you nibble her neck, giving her a hickey. Seeing how she doesn't show any discomfort, you tease her hips with your fingers whilst marking up her neck. An all out attack in her senses leaves her whimpering for you.

You nip her sensitive ear, earning a meek squeak from your lover. She holds onto you, a desperate whimpering mess- all for you. Despite your usual... rougher intimate moments, whenever Zhezhi gets sad like this you've made it a tradition to comfort her with affectionate sex. Toning down on your teasing, you pepper her face with playfully kisses, making her squeal.

"H-hey! That's not fair!", she laughs, hiding her face in your neck. You simply chuckle in response before parting her legs and kneeling down to face her pussy. You'll never get tired of how expressive she is, finding satisfaction in the bright blush adorning her face. Removing her underwear, you lick a teasing stripe through her slit, causing her to twitch and moan.

"Prepare yourself, love. I won't stop till your wetness is all I can taste."

You dive in, sucking on her sensitive clit. Your alternate with tongue fucking her pussy, groaning when you feel her clench on your tongue. The stimulation was mild at first, but your expert skills brought her to heights of pleasure.

"Ah- wait, hyAh! S' too much- hmph!!"

She grips your head and you growl at the interruption, bumping your nose against her clit. You hold her thighs apart with your hands, feeling them twitch as she slowly looses control over her body. You increase your pace, making Zhezhi scream in pleasure. She tries to run away but you hold her down firmly, reassuring her.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Just one more, give me one more." Zhezhi trembles, her pretty eyes shining with unshed tears. She nods, staying still for you to work your magic. Determined to bring her to one last orgasm, you suckle her folds as your fingers play with her clit. Unable to hold back, Zhezhi arches her back with a raw scream of ecstacy, squirting all over your face, her essence dripping onto the floor. You drink her up, being careful to avoid overestimating your lover.

"Haaah... ha...", you get up from your spot on the floor, kissing up her body as she pants from the aftermath. While you had wanted to spoil her with soft sex, something in you knew that she was craving more. So you decide to spoil her with the best aftercare you could provide. You head to the kitchen, fixing up a glass of water before going to the bathroom to get a moist towel. Once you returned, you let her drink from the glass as you wiped her down, holding her in your arms soon after. Zhezhi leans into your embrace as you caress her tired frame, lulling her to sleep.

"Rest now, my love. You deserve it."

Safe to say she slept soundly, knowing she was loved by you.

Baizhi

If anyone were to ask how you and Baizhi acted while working in the Academy, they'd be met with a mixed answer of 'they're in love your honour' and 'this is the 5th time they've tried to sabotage each other, and it's only Monday!'. But to those who've known you both for years, they'd say you and Baizhi had the healthiest rivalry anyone could have in an environment as competitive as the Academy, where its known to be full of intellectual minds.

Your relationship dynamic with Baizhi had brought quite the attention to yourselves, with many researchers vying for a piece of your work-life drama. As you and Baizhi were both one of the top intellectuals in the Academy, your rivalry was top material for a Jinzhou drama show. Competing through research, prototypes and theories, you both made the best pair on the team.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, however, you and Baizhi had an ongoing agreement for each and every competition you held. The 'loser' will have to do whatever the winner says, and the 'winner' will reign in that power for a whole day at most. A healthy agreement considering you both had discussed on what was agreeable for both parties. Although, you've never reached a point as to where you both became 'winners'...

Until today, that is. You had both presented your research on the Echo's to the higher ups, your reports contradicting one another. Despite that, they were both accepted by the Academy heads, leaving both you and Baizhi stunned.

"It... seems that we were both fruitful in our research, Baizhi.", you mumbled as you walked back to your shared lab. Baizhi simply hums, clearly thinking about what happened. "It appears so, though I never anticipated something like this happening."

You reach the now empty lab considering everyone had already gone home for the night. You turn to Baizhi, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the table.

"So, we both won this time. Now what?"

Baizhi thinks it over, sitting on the table across from you. You stared at her plush thighs, a blush creeping up your neck. You were always weak for her thighs, given how her resonator mark was on it as well. It was a part of Baizhi that you shamefully had a fetish for, but you'd never admit that. Though the longer you both pondered in silence, the more agitated you became, wanting to bury your face in those luscious thighs of hers.

"It seems there's no other solution but to make us bother winners. So, what do you want to- hey, are you listening?" You break out of your daze, fumbling over your words.

"O-oh, huh?"

Baizhi sighs, sauntering up to you. She pins you against the table, closing the distance between you both. "What's on your mind? I know that beautiful brain of yours must be thinking about something."

You preen at her praise, blushing from embarrassment. You don't reply right away, instead, you turn the tables, pushing Baizhi back somewhat to kneel down and grip her thighs. Baizhi yelps in surprise, not expecting the sudden situation. You kiss her supple flesh, making her moan.

"Well then, allow me to be the first 'winner' to claim her prize.", you purr seductively, enjoying the aroused look on her face. Grabbing the remote, you made sure to lock the lab doors and soundproof the walls for security measures. Once done, you reach up and pull down her thong, slick evident on the fabric.

"Well well... it looks like our dear miss Baizhi here is wet beyond measure. All that slick from just me kissing your thighs, baby?"

Baizhi groans at your teasing, holding the back of your head and stuffing your face in between her thighs. "Shut up..."

You moan happily, spreading her legs to nudge your nose against her sensitive clit. She stifles a moan, refusing to give you the satisfaction of hearing it. You whine in displeasure, biting a hickey onto her left thigh in retaliation. Baizhi hisses at the feeling, her hand gripping at your head.

"Don't be a brat. You'll hear me moan when you've earned it."

You huff in return, a sudden thought appearing in your mind. You grin, a cunning look that leaves Baizhi skeptical- and somewhat worried. You quickly stand up and head to your desk, rummaging through your drawer, looking for something. Baizhi looks at you with a confused frown on her face, calling out to you.

"What are you looking for?"

Finding what you needed, you showed it to her as upu scurried back. Her eyes widen at the object you were holding, a small pink vibrator. You grin, kneeling back once more as you eased her legs apart.

"Easy, baby. We've done this millions of times already. Well- not millions, but you get it.", you chuckle. Despite that, you knew Baizhi felt embarrassed whenever you pulled out the vibrator, one that you specially made for her. She always turned into a quivering mess for you when you use the toy. Pressing a reassuring kiss to her thigh, you ease the toy into her wet folds and turn it up to the lowest setting.

Baizhi shivers at the intrusion, holding onto your shoulder for support. As time goes on, you increase the setting of the vibrator. Baizhi couldn't help but let out her cute whines at the feeling.

"A-ah... mmgh... haAh!"

You revel in her shameless sounds, adding to the sensation by suckling on her clit. Both your hands firmly hold her thighs apart, marking her skin with your nails. Baizhi sobs at the pleasure, her body protesting at the sheer intensity of it all.

"Good girl... Good fucking girl...", you growl into her wetness, watching as droplets of tears gather at her eyelids. She knows to stay in place for you, holding onto the table behind her for support. You increase the intensity to the maximum level once you motive her hips stutter, knowing she was close.

"P-please... darling please!"

How could you ever ignore her whiny gasps? With one last suck to her clit, she comes undone on your tongue. Her slick was enough for the vibrator to slip out, falling onto the floor. You ignored it for now, focusing on easing her down from her orgasm with little kisses and comforting touches.

When you stand up, Baizhi meets your lips with an appreciative kiss, pulling you closer by your hips. You both took a minuet to calm down when suddenly, Baizhi squeezes your ass with her hand.

"Oh! Baizhi?"

Baizhi smirks, her finger trailing down your back, making you arch.

"It's my turn now, darling."

You know, you're starting to regret teasing her so much when you had your way with her.

"So bend over."

End note: I did not anticipate how long it took me to get this done 😅 anyways imma sleep now, that's enough horni for a week 😌