#he should be wearing see through shirt 24/7

[jula483]

the shoulder tattoo being visible through his shirt.............

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Rivalry

Pairing: frat!Bucky x sorority!reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been academic rivals since the start of college. How will he react when you celebrate your accomplishment at his frat’s party?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p-in-v (for the love of god just wear a condom), academic rivals, creampie, praise kink

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You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and your breath hitches. He grins at you and lets out a chuckle.

“Fuck you, James.” You snarl.

“Would you, Doc?”

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The first time you met James Barnes was move-in day to your Freshman dorm. He lived right next door to you, which means that you had to hear everything that happened. The parties when you were trying to study, the obnoxiously loud music during his morning showers, and the girls that he would bring home in the middle of the night.

Things got worse when you realized that you were both on the pre-med track.

The past three years have been filled with him basically 24/7. With both of you vying for the top of the class, the best teacher recommendations, and the best volunteering experiences to pile up your resumes.

Things got slightly better when you both moved out of the dorms your second year, but the competition returned quickly when you realized you now lived in fraternity and sorority houses directly across the street from each other.

By this year (your third year) you have become full blown academic rivals. Both of you fighting over the very limited summer spots to shadow some of the best doctors in the country at your college’s hospital.

Today, on the last day of finals, you had finally gotten the message that you got one of the spots. All of your work was paying off and you could finally relax before your intense summer started.

That’s how you ended up at the last party of the year. Your friends had dragged you out as a celebration, but they forgot to inform you that this year it was being hosted by none other than James Fucking Barnes’ fraternity. The fraternity that he was just elected the President of for the upcoming year.

Now you stared across the room at him as he lounged back on the couch pushed up against the wall. Something about just the sight of him made your stomach churn, it had since the moment you saw him, but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what. His messy black stubble on his face, his shirt that obviously didn’t even fit right since the sleeves clung to his biceps, the way he spread his legs so casually, taking up more room than needed. That stupid smirk as he made eye contact with you across the room. You started towards him.

You wanted to slap that stupid look off of his stupid face.

You stopped in between his legs, glaring down at him. He cocked his head to the side as he looked up at you, that smirk still spread across his face.

“Congratulations, Doc.” His voice low and casual as he looks up at you with lidded eyes.

“Try not to sound too excited, James.” You roll your eyes.

“But I’m so excited, I get to see you every day this summer.” His eyes rake up your body, taking in your short skirt. You feel a shiver run over you as his eyes meet yours again.

“You got the other spot?” You scoff.

“Yep,” he grins up at you, leaning forward in his seat.

He reaches a hand out to rest against the side of your bare thigh, causing goosebumps to pop up along the flesh. Your knees feel weak.

“Maybe we should carpool?” His head tilts to the side as he looks at you under his lashes.

“I would rather walk barefoot on hot gravel,” you deadpan, despite the shudder that travels through your body as he starts to ghost his fingers over your skin.

You gesture towards the red cup in his other hand with your chin, “How many have you had, Bucky?”

His eyes light up at the nickname. “Just the one, gotta stay sharp.”

“The internship doesn’t start until next week.”

“Not talkin about the internship.”

Both of his hands slide to the backs of your thighs, pulling you forward and onto his lap. You let out a gasp, looking around at all of the people who are too drunk to pay any attention to the two of you.

His hands rest on top of your thighs, thumbs tracing lazy patterns on the skin.

“W-what are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“It’s too loud, I wanna be able to hear you better.” He leans back again, just staring at you. The start of a dull ache pulsing deep in your abdomen.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and your breath hitches. He grins at you and lets out a chuckle.

“Fuck you, James.” You snarl.

“Would you, Doc?” He smirks and the ache gets stronger.

A beat passes with you staring at him in surprise before he lunges at you. His lips crashing against yours. You pull back in shock, taking in his red cheeks and his pupils blown wide. Then, without even thinking, you crash back into him.

He kisses you hungrily, taking advantage of the first gasp that leaves you to slip his tongue between your lips and explore your mouth eagerly. You feel him grow hard beneath you and you gasp again. You push yourself down against him, feeling his bulge hitting right where you need it.

He groans into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab onto your hips to still your motion, causing you to whine. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, “My room?” He asks breathlessly.

“Please.”

You jump off of his lap and he tangles his fingers with yours, pulling you through the sea of people and up the stairs to his bedroom.

His room is much cleaner than you would have ever expected. No navy sheets, no empty liquor bottles on the shelves, he even had multiple pillows. His desk had off of his notebooks neatly stacked on top of it.

Bucky shut the door and locked it, turning back to look at you, his cheeks flushed.

You didn’t even have to say anything before he was on you again. Pulling you back to his lap on the bed. This time kissing along your jaw and down your neck.

“Why?” You breathe out, trying to focus on anything besides his lips trailing down your neck.

He pulls back to look at your face, “Why what?”

“Why the sudden switch up?”

He stares at you with a bewildered look, “There wasn’t a switch up, I’ve always liked you.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, “But-“

You’re cut off by his lips reattaching to your skin, now nipping at a sensitive spot underneath your ear. You gasp.

“I thought you liked me too,” he mumbles against your skin. His hands grip your hips, using them to drag you against his clothed erection.

“But,” You’re interrupted by a moan escaping you as his zipper hits your clit through your panties. “You’ve always argued with me and competed against me in everything I did.” Your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I was flirting,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

His hands push your skirt up to your waist, revealing your panties. His eyes never leave yours as he pushes them to the side and grazes his thumb over your clit.

“I probably shouldn’t have pushed your buttons as much as I did,” he says, his middle finger sliding down to your dripping core, teasing your entrance. “But you’re just so hot when you’re angry.”

You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he pushes his finger inside of you. His finger slowly working inside of you while his thumb rubbed lazy circles against your clit, his other hand still gripping your hip. He watched you like he was studying you, making sure he was hitting just the right spots. Trying to get you off like he was getting graded for it.

His other hand comes up and pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth, “Wanna hear you, baby.”

You let out a whine as he pushes a second finger inside of you, curling them against that spot that makes you see stars.

“Bucky,” you whimper, feeling that cord inside of you wind tighter.

“I know, baby” He coos, his thumb speeding up its rhythm on your clit.

You clench around his fingers as you come undone, your forehead falling against his shoulder as you grind into his fingers.

Before you’ve completely recovered, you’re being laid onto the bed. Your back hitting the blankets while your legs are still twitching.

Bucky stands in front of you, pulling his shirt off, revealing his toned chest and arms. When could he possibly have the time to go to the gym?

You sit up quickly, reaching for his belt with shaky hands. He chuckles, looking down at you as you pull the front of his jeans open and push them down his legs. Now he’s just in his underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination as his hard cock strains against the fabric.

“You’re getting a little impatient” He smirks down at you.

You look up at him beneath your lashes, wanting to get that stupid smirk off of his face. You grab his waistband and pull it down, causing his cock to spring free.

He groans as you reach out to wrap your hand around his thick length. Your hand pumping him a few times, testing. His hand wraps around your wrist, stopping your movement. You look back into his eyes, now looking down at you like he could devour you whole.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” He growls.

You pull your shirt over your head and throw it to the floor, your nipples hardening as they hit the cool air. His breathing picks up as he takes in the sight, his eyes darting between each of your breasts.

You help him pull your skirt off, tearing your panties off with it. Now leaving you both bare. Your eyes raking over each other’s bodies.

He lowers himself to the bed and crawls his way up your body, stopping to plays stray kisses up from your navel, to each breast, and finally back to your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him against you.

His hands ghost over your hips to grasp the backs of your thighs, pulling them apart. He pulls back to lift onto his knees, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and tapping it against your clit.

You gasp, gripping his arms as he slides through your folds.

“Bucky, stop teasing,” You whine, clutching at the sheets in frustration.

“What do you need?” He smirks down at you with that stupid face.

“Need you, please.” You whimper when the tip of his cock hitches into your entrance.

He pushes into you with a low groan. Your slick walls squeeze him tight as he bottoms out inside you. He pants above you, his eyes going back and forth between your face and where you’re connected. His fingers slip down and tease along your folds, collecting your slick. They move up to your sensitive nub and coat it in your juices, rubbing tight circles.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, throwing your head back into the mattress.

“Nuh uh,” Bucky scolds, stopping completely.

You whine and look back to his face. His free hand moves to grip your chin, making sure you’re looking into his eyes before starting his slow, deep thrusts again.

“Want to see your face, pretty girl.”

You nod and fight to keep your eyes from rolling back when the tip of his cock hits that spot inside you.

“I can feel you squeezing,” he groans, his fingers moving faster against your clit. “You gonna cum for me?”

“So close, Bucky.” You whimper, feeling that cord deep inside you about to snap.

His thrusts get faster, hitting that spot relentlessly over and over again. Soon your vision goes blank, moaning loudly as you gush over his cock. He never wavers, still thrusting into you at the same rhythm even as you clamp down around him.

“That’s a good fucking girl.” He coos, angling himself down to capture your lips again.

You moan against his lips. He never gives you a chance to catch your breath after your orgasm, just keeps his unrelenting pace inside you.

His thrusts start to get sloppy as he groans into your mouth, “can I cum inside you?”

You moan at his desperate words, “yes, please Bucky.”

He thrusts a few more times before stilling deep inside you, spilling his cum against your cervix. The feeling of his hot seed spreading through you makes you whine. His face presses into your shoulder as he lazily thrusts into you, kissing a little trail up your neck.

After a few minutes of sloppy kisses and trying to catch your breath, Bucky slips out of you and rolls to lay beside you.

Your chest rises and falls quickly as you turn your head to face him. He’s already looking at you.

His stupid grin plastered back to his face as he leans in to give you a short but hungry kiss.

“This summer is gonna be fun, Doc.”

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I swear to god writing this felt like pulling teeth for some reason. It def doesn’t feel as good as my last one, but I wanted to try writing again and I was OBSESSED with the academic rivals to lovers trope so here ya go lol

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Can I request plus size!reader where she is dating Charles but instead of her getting hate and stuff for her looks, the fans actually love her and question how Charles can handle all of her? THEY ARE THIRSTY thank you- 🦥 anon

Anon I love you, I enjoyed creating this. It might be extra cheesy but🤷🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

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Warnings: Thirsty fans, Charles is clingy, Y/N is a smartass but she loves her man

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Charles Leclerc had always been known for his charm both on and off the track, but when the news broke that the Ferrari driver was dating a plus-size Black woman named Y/N, the internet exploded in a way no one quite expected.

Instead of the usual scrutiny that comes with being in the spotlight, especially for women who don’t fit the stereotypical mold, Y/N was met with nothing but love—and a lot of thirst. Leclerc’s fans couldn’t get enough of her confidence, radiant smile, and how effortlessly she seemed to handle herself next to the F1 star. But that wasn’t all. The conversation online quickly shifted to something a bit more… provocative.

“How does Charles even handle her?” one fan tweeted, accompanied by a gif of someone dramatically fainting. Another user posted, “Charles out here pulling a QUEEN like Y/N? Boy, you better be built for this!” with fire emojis.

The more they saw of the couple, the thirstier the comments got.

“Charles, blink twice if you’re okay!” one commenter joked after seeing a video of the couple laughing together at a party, Y/N playfully teasing him.

In an interview with a lifestyle magazine, Leclerc was asked about the dynamic between him and Y/N. His face lit up with a wide grin. “She’s incredible. I think I’m the lucky one, honestly. She’s got this presence… it’s magnetic.”

Y/N wasn’t shy about showing her love for Charles either, posting candid moments of the two together on her Instagram. One video that sent fans into a frenzy showed them dancing in their living room, Charles clearly struggling to keep up with Y/N’s moves.

The comments were on fire.

“How is he not on his knees for her 24/7?” one fan asked under the post. “Girl, you are TOO MUCH. Give him a break!” another joked.

At one point, during a Ferrari fan event, a group of women wearing matching T-shirts that read “Charles, can YOU handle her?” held up a sign that read, “Y/N, teach us your ways!”

Charles saw it and burst into laughter, shaking his head. Y/N, who was watching from the sidelines, waved at the group, flashing her signature smile.

“Maybe they should be asking me how I can handle him,” Y/N later joked on her Instagram story, winking at the camera.

From the moment I stepped into Charles’ world, I knew it was going to be intense. I mean, the guy’s an F1 driver, one of the most loved on the grid. But what I didn’t expect was the complete opposite of what I thought would come my way. The moment people found out about us—about me—it was like the fans flipped a switch. And not the kind of switch where they throw shade. Nope. These people were thirsty.

It started small. A few comments under pictures I posted of us together.

“You’re glowing, girl! But, uh, how is Charles handling all of that?” with a winking emoji.

I’d scroll through my Instagram and see stuff like, “We need to check on Charles’ endurance off the track!” or “How does a man with that much stamina survive with a goddess like her?” It made me laugh, honestly. But the more I saw, the wilder it got.

One night, we were at home, lounging on the couch, and I showed Charles a few of the more… explicit tweets.

“Charles, you good, mate?” I read out loud, barely able to contain my laughter. “Blink twice if she’s got you needing an oxygen mask.”

Charles took one look at the screen, his cheeks turning bright red. “They really think I’m struggling out here, don’t they?” he said, shaking his head with that boyish smile I adored.

I grinned at him, nudging him with my elbow. “I mean, they aren’t wrong. You barely keep up with me when we dance.”

“That’s because you don’t warn me before you start those Beyoncé routines in the living room,” he teased back, pretending to huff in frustration.

But the comments weren’t just about Charles. They were about me, too. The fans genuinely loved me, which was wild considering how harsh people can be. They loved my curves, my confidence, and how I didn’t shy away from showing affection to Charles in public. I was always expecting the backlash, the snide remarks about being a plus-size Black woman dating a guy like him. Instead, I was getting comments like, “Sis, PLEASE drop the workout routine because you look FIRE!” and “Y/N, I need your energy. Charles is lucky to even be in your orbit.”

The first time I saw the group of fans at a Ferrari event wearing shirts that said “Charles, can YOU handle her?” I couldn’t stop laughing. I waved at them, completely blown away by how extra they were. I guess I should’ve been embarrassed or something, but I wasn’t. I was feeling myself. And clearly, so were they.

Later, when Charles and I were back home, I sat cross-legged on the bed, still buzzing from the energy of the event.

“They really love you,” he said, leaning against the doorway, watching me as I scrolled through the photos of us.

I looked up at him and grinned. “They love us. Mostly because they think you can’t handle me.”

Charles raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh, really?” he challenged, stepping closer, his voice low. “They’re wrong, you know. I can handle you just fine.”

I shot him a playful look. “Prove it.”

The next day, I posted a picture of us—his arms wrapped around me, me standing on my toes to kiss his cheek, the two of us smiling like we didn’t have a care in the world. The caption read: He can handle me just fine, thanks for asking.

The comments? Pure chaos.

“I BET HE CAN! 👀🔥”

“Girl, we don’t need details, but we’re imagining PLENTY.”

“I’m screaming—this whole thing is too much, and I’m living for it!”

Life with Charles was like this. Fun, light-hearted, but also deeper than the public ever saw. Sure, they saw the surface—how he adored me, how we were always laughing together. But what they didn’t see was the late-night talks, the quiet moments where he’d trace patterns on my back, or the times he’d look at me like I was the only person in the world.

The fans were obsessed, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. But if they knew just how lucky I felt to have him? I think they’d really lose it.

It was the night before the race, and we were in our hotel room, another triple header. The race schedule had been nonstop, and though Charles loved the track, the constant travel and media pressure was taking a toll. He’d just gotten back from practice, exhausted, sweaty, and clearly in need of a break. I was lounging on the bed, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Charles emerged, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips. He looked up and caught my eye, offering me a small, tired smile. But there was something else—something heavy in the way he looked at me, as if he was holding onto something he wasn’t ready to say yet.

“You okay?” I asked, setting my phone down and sitting up on the bed.

He nodded, but instead of going to his suitcase to get dressed, he walked straight over to me and flopped down on the bed, still only in his towel. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.

“Charles, you’re still wet!” I squealed, laughing as I felt the water from his hair drip onto me.

He just buried his face in my neck, mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, letting him hold me, sensing he needed it. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up.

“What’s going on, baby?” I asked softly.

Charles sighed, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t know. Just… I missed you today.” His voice was muffled against my skin, and there was a softness in his tone that I hadn’t heard earlier.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve seen me like, every day. What’s really bothering you?”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally admitted, “I’ve been seeing some of the comments again.”

I frowned. “Comments? What comments?”

“You know,” he said, his green eyes locking with mine, “the ones about you. The thirsty ones. People going on and on about how… how they’d kill to be with you. And I know it’s harmless, but sometimes… sometimes I just don’t like it.” He sounded almost shy as he said it, like he didn’t want to admit he was feeling jealous.

I couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that this confident, world-class driver was feeling protective. “Charles, you’re not actually jealous, are you?”

He looked away, his face turning a bit red. “Maybe a little,” he muttered. “I just don’t like the way they talk about you. They don’t know you like I do. They don’t get to have you the way I do.”

My heart softened, and I leaned in to kiss him gently. “You know you’re the only one who has me, right? No one else even comes close.”

“I know,” he said, his lips brushing mine softly before he pulled back. “It’s just—sometimes I get these thoughts. Like… they don’t deserve to talk about you like that. You’re mine, and I don’t want to share even the idea of you.”

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I belong to you, Charles. All of me. No one else gets to handle me like this.” I gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that would make him laugh.

And sure enough, his expression lightened, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Damn right, they don’t,” he said, pulling me even closer. “I’m the only one who can handle you.”

I smirked, enjoying this clingy, vulnerable side of him. “You sure you can handle all of this, Leclerc? Because some of those fans seem to think you’re struggling.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly pretending to be offended. “Oh, please. They have no idea what they’re talking about. I’m doing just fine.”

I giggled, giving him a playful shove. “You sure? Because the way you’re acting tonight makes me think you’re feeling a little insecure, Mr. Ferrari.”

“I’m not insecure,” he insisted, his voice a bit defensive but still soft. “I just… I want to make sure you know that I love you. And that… that I’m the only one who gets to be with you like this.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his. “I know, Charles. And I love you, too. More than anyone could ever imagine.”

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. Charles held me like he needed to remind himself that I was really here, that I was his.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You’re so clingy tonight. Is this what I should expect every time someone thirsts over me online?”

He laughed, his arms still locked around me. “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to get used to it.”

“I think I can manage that,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his chest, both of us content in the quiet comfort of just being together.

Charles tightened his arms around me as I nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforting. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the sound of the city outside faded into the background. It was just us in our little bubble, away from the noise and the track and all the pressures of the race weekend.

I could feel him relax a little, his muscles unclenching as he held me close. I traced small circles on his bare chest, smiling to myself. I loved this side of him—the part of Charles that wasn’t the confident, cool F1 driver but the sweet, vulnerable guy who just wanted to make sure I felt loved.

“So,” I murmured against his skin, “are you going to get clingy every time someone slides into my DMs or comments on my posts?”

He laughed softly, his breath warm against my hair. “Maybe I will. You’re my girlfriend—can’t let anyone think they have a chance.”

“Oh, they know they don’t have a chance,” I teased, looking up at him. “They’re just living out their little fantasies. It’s cute, really.”

Charles pouted, his brows furrowing just a little. “Cute for them, but not for me.”

I giggled, poking his side. “Aw, is someone a little jealous?” I teased, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He rolled his eyes, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I admitted, grinning. “It’s not every day I get to see Charles Leclerc all jealous and possessive.”

He huffed, but his arms stayed firmly around me. “I’m not that possessive,” he mumbled, though I could tell he was lying.

“Oh, really?” I arched an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look him in the eye. “Then explain why you’re clinging to me like I’m about to disappear.”

Charles’ green eyes sparkled as he met my gaze, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Because you’re the best thing in my life,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes I just want to make sure you know that. That you’re mine.”

My heart fluttered at his words. As much as I teased him, I loved how deeply he cared for me. His jealousy wasn’t about insecurity—it was about how much he valued what we had. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I know, Charles,” I whispered against his mouth. “I know, and I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed me back, his lips soft and slow, like he was savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, he sighed, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m sorry for being weird about it. I just… I don’t want anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

I smiled, brushing my fingers through his damp hair. “No one could, even if they tried.”

He pulled me back down to lay against his chest, his hand gently stroking my back. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive without you.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, we lay there in comfortable silence, my head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The tension from earlier melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to each other.

Just when I thought he had drifted off, he spoke again, his voice soft and teasing this time. “So… you’re saying if they thirst over you more, I get more cuddles?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

I smiled against his skin. “I do.”

Charles let out a content sigh, his hold on me never loosening. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

And honestly, I didn’t want him to.

After a beat of silence, he added, “Just… promise me something?”

I tilted my head. “What?”

“If the fans keep getting thirstier, you’ll remind them who you belong to?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know exactly who’s handling me just fine.”

y/n

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We signed up to attend a kink event months ago. Our first ever in-person kink event. It would include classes and "dungeon parties" for public play.

We both are turned on by the idea of public play but for ethical reasons, we've been very limited and cautious in what we've done, of course.

The idea of having the opportunity to do something publicly and ethically was really exciting. CD has teased me about it for months. At the same time, it was pretty scary. We had no real idea of what to expect at this event. With us both having social anxiety, we didn't know if we'd actually go through with trying anything or not. As it got closer, the feelings just amplified. The idea of submitting to him spanking me in public felt more real, and that certainly made it hotter at times. At other times, the reality of it made it scarier. Could I really go through with it? I really didn't know, and neither did he. We knew we'd just have to see how we felt once the time came.

We checked out the dungeon on the first day, as watching others is welcomed. Lots of people were being spanked with various implements on different kneeling tables. We didn't see anyone using their hands. We've never used a bench like this. This added to the anxiety.

At the same time, our anxiety had reduced some from the event overall. The vast majority of people seemed really comfortable to be doing what they were doing, to wear what they were wearing - to be visible with their kink or D/s dynamic. It was, of course, very different from anything we had experienced before, but it was really cool to experience a bunch of people doing what they wanted to do and not caring about fitting in with the social norms we've all grown accustomed to.

I still wasn't sure if I could really go through with it after walking around the dungeon that first day. On the second day though, I got thinking about how happy CD would be if I could do it. And how rare the opportunity was. And how hot it would be to be a little public with our kink. To let some strangers see how he dominates me, and how I submit to him.

So I told him I definitely wanted to do it. He started considering how to go about it. We hadn't seen empty benches at all when we had been through the other night, so we weren't sure how long we'd have to wait to find one. We assumed it might be busiest when the parties first start, but then slow down once it got late (the parties went past midnight). So we almost waited until later to even go look but then CD said we should go see just in case, and we'd probably go back later to try again. We took the stairs down to the area where the dungeon was, while most people take the elevator so we were alone in the stairway as we went down. Partway there CD said "Remember you can always change your mind." My pussy clenched. This sort of thing, the way he looks out for my needs and boundaries 24/7, even when his own pleasure is on the line, is so much of why I love submitting to him.

When we got down there, there was a bench available. CD said he thought we should just do it. So we did. He sat on the kneeling portion of the bench and took my bottoms off, and had me get onto the bench in my shirt and panties at first. My stomach was a mix of nerves and excitement.

He spanked me for a little bit and asked me to adjust. This thing was not made for 5'1" people, so when kneeling I wasn't all the way up on the bench. I climbed up higher as he asked. There were other benches perhaps 2-3 feet to each side of us. One of them was doing some sort of impact, but it sounded so much quieter than my own. I wondered if it only seemed that way to me or not. He used his fingers to trace over my ass and down my thighs every once in a while. Helping me to relax before going back to spanking me. He pulled my panties down and off. My mind buzzed with racing thoughts that basically equated to 'I'm naked...in public!'

I took off my glasses so I could lay more comfortably with my face against the bench. He kept slowly upping the intensity. For much of it, he was landing blows hard enough that my body was moving forward with each hit, but I was physically relaxed so I was just jostling back and forth on the bench as it absorbed the impact after it went through me. My ass burned, but the pain was muffled by my distraction. I couldn't see much from where I was, but all I could think about was that we were really doing this. We're really doing this thing that we do - in a room of 100+ other people. I saw people walk past a few times but couldn't really see if they looked or not. CD checked in with me to see how I was doing as it was running longer than usual. I told him I was fine to continue, so he did. He upped the intensity even more, hitting my thighs some. Shortly after a dungeon monitor walked by and stopped quite close to me. Some people came up to him to ask the dungeon monitor some questions. I closed my eyes. If I can't see them, that means they can't see me, right? Eventually CD told me I could get dressed. I did as quickly as I could. My ass was on fire and my brain was floaty. We tossed out the sheet that we had used to protect the bench, and then CD said we should walk through the dungeon to see what others were doing. As we made the round, I thought about how we were both looking at everyone we passed, at least briefly. This made me realize that in all likelihood, everyone who walked past probably saw us, too. CD said later that he had tried to stay focused on just me, but that he had noticed some people did stop to watch. I'm not sure if he meant the same people I saw or not. I wouldn't be surprised if this seems weird to those of you who follow me here because I tend to share a lot of private stuff on here. But, IRL we're both really reserved, private people. I'm still a little shocked that we really did this - but it was really fun. I'm not one to particularly enjoy bruises usually, but I did enjoy it when I realized my butt bruised pretty good. Mostly because I had felt like it was an intense spanking, but had wondered if my perception was skewed due to my nerves. It kinda felt like evidence that he really did give it to me good despite just using his hand. His hand felt slightly bruised after, too. We made a longtime fantasy come true, it was hot for us both, I was able to submit to CD in a somewhat new way that required a lot of trust and some embarrassment, and we let some other people see a part of us that we'd previously kept private. It's not all that often that you get the chance to make several things like that happen at once. I'm glad we took advantage of the opportunity while we had it.

[goldiesvault]

Please Stay

TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary- After being with Peter for a year, you saw that he started to distance himself away from you and treated you horribly for 3 months straight. After a messy breakup, Peter tries to explain his actions and stops you from leaving him and New York behind. Will he make you stay?

Warnings- angst, a brief description of smut in the end.

Age rating- 16+?

Word count- 3.1k

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y/n and Peter Parker were strangers then they became friends and then lovers. But lately y/n wished to be strangers again. The two met when y/n came to New York to study, far away from home she was new to the energetic New York which seemed to cause trouble.

It wasn't until she tripped and spilled her coffee on a very handsome stranger who seemed to be in a hurry. He apologized and quickly ran telling her that he had classes and to tie her shoelaces properly next time.

When y/n looked down after the stranger had disappeared she noticed she tripped because of the open shoelaces. In embarrassment, she hoped to find the handsome stranger again to thank him and apologize for the shirt she ruined.

Her prayers were heard when the dog she was walking decided to jump on the stranger and play with him. You apologized for the dog's behavior but the stranger only chuckled introducing himself.

"It's okay clumsy, I am Peter." you had laughed loudly at the nickname. "Nice to meet you, coffee guy, I am y/n." the two of you have been inseparable since then. He gave you a reason to stay in New York.

After knowing you for a year he finally made a move asking you on a date. The two of you have since then gone to multiple. The first year of your relationship was full of adventures until for the last three months it wasn't.

Peter had distanced himself from you, always making some or the other excuse when asked to hang out or for a date. He didn't call anymore nor did he text. He had bailed on your date for the past three months.

And whenever you would see him unexpectedly he would avert his gaze away from you and didn't even hold your hand. Peter was all about touch, it was his love language. Him not even holding your hand was the end of it all.

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You had a feeling that he had fallen out of love. You knew he had found someone else to love or he got back to Gwen. All your insecurities started to run through your mind but you tried to shut them off by closing your eyes and going back to sleep.

Not being able to sleep you sighed and walked towards your kitchen to get yourself some water. It was eleven pm pretty early for you to go to bed since you always had some assignments or a date with your boyfriend.

But it was summer! you don't start my class till September and it's just the 8th of June today. You take your phone and open Peter's contact which had a photo of him when he had shaved his hair and decided to wear a cap 24/7 even in bed.

Smiling at the picture you debated whether to call him or not. Your heart won and you called him hoping that he would pick up. The ring ended and you stared at the unanswered phone.

"I am so fucking delusional I shouldn't have stayed for him." You scoff "He doesn't even care for me. This was a big mistake I am going home this Monday and no one can stop me." You mumble standing up and taking your suitcase out of the storage closet.

"It's me and you again buddy." You talk to your suitcase and laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"Why the fuck are sisters always annoyingly right. Should have listened to her and booked the flight." you start to talk to yourself. When you told your sister about Peter she was happy for you but when you told her you would stay with Peter for holidays she visibly cringed.

"Look y/n I love you and I am extremely happy for you that you found yourself a very good boyfriend. But don't you ever give up anything for him, you understand? I just don't want you to regret it." she had told you and know you understood why.

Your suitcase was half filled already. Your head snapped when your phone rang. Seeing Peter's name a strange feeling settled in your stomach. You were extremely happy but also angry.

"Hey baby I am sorry, I was running and my phone was at home," Peter said and he did sound like he was out of breath. You had known Peter for more than two years and one thing you knew about him was that he never went for a run in the night.

"But you never go for a run during the night Peter," you said annoyed at him. You heard him laugh from the other side of the phone, "I just had lots of energy and decided to go for a run you know." he said.

"No, I don't Peter." You snapped at him voice sharp. "And I haven't known anything since the past three months. It feels like I am dating a fucking stranger!" You voiced your concerns.

"You always ignore me this is the first time in months since you willingly called me Peter! You never text me or take me on dates. Meet me tomorrow at Rows cafe at 8 we need to talk. And by the way, I am breaking up with you," you told him not giving him a chance to speak.

Before you hung up you heard a surprised "What?! NO y/n." you breathed in relief it felt good to get the things off your chest. You sniffled pulling your legs closer to yourself as you watched the Brooklyn Bridge from your apartment building.

You put your phone on silent and ignored the 57 missed calls from Peter and 109 messages from him.

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Your suitcase was almost packed. You had two boxes that had Peter's things in them including his sweatshirts, mug, books he had annotated for you, the gifts he gave you, and of course the bracelet with a small star and moon charm he had gifted you for your 1 year anniversary.

You hadn't slept a blink since last night, spending your time packing and looking at your pictures together with sadness and distaste.

You thanked the waiter as she bought you your coffee. Sipping on the drink you felt at peace. It was 8:20 and like always he was late or he bailed.

"You are late. I thought you were going to bail on me like always," you say with such distaste that Peter felt his heart clench in pain. You looked at him after almost a week.

He looked miserable his eyes were red and bloodshot, his hair was a mess and he had a small gash on his cheek. Bruises and cuts would always randomly appear on his body and when you asked him about it he said it was because he boxed sometimes at the gym.

You wore sunglasses to hide your red eyes. But you could see that he looked more miserable than you. "Can I get something for your boyfriend?" the friendly waiter ask.

Both of you stiffen "Oh- uh- I." Peter shuttered while you answered for both of you. "He is not my boyfriend." The waiter blushed in embracement. "Oh, I am sorry I just assumed. What would like sir?"

Peter ordered his usual rose tea and once the waiter was far away from the two of you. You handed Peter the two boxes with their contents. He looked at you tearfully. "No y/n.....what did I do? Please don't do this baby."

You chuckled bitterly at his words. "What did you do?" you repeat enraged. "You did everything wrong that you could do Peter. What is it huh? Did you find someone else or did you go back to Gwen?"

Peter stiffened at Gewn's name and you laughed bitterly. "Should have known. So I was just someone to make her jealous huh? Everything that we went through means nothing to you?" Peter sat quietly his gaze on his tea.

Tears start to brim in your eyes at his silence. "You know what Parker? We are done for good. You fucking asshole." you spat taking your iced coffee and throwing it at his face. The people around the cafe gasped at the commotion.

Peter seemed to wake up from his daze. "We are done you fucker." you put 20 dollar bill on the table and left the cafe. "No no no no y/n no! Wait y/n! y/n!" Peter screamed as he ran out of the cafe.

"y/n wait please!" he yelled but you paid no mind and hailed a taxi to your apartment. Peter ruffled his hair as he sprinted towards your apartment which was a good 20 blocks away from this cafe.

Peter reached your apartment door banging on it as pleas left his mouth. "y/n please please please baby let me in please let me explain. y/n baby please." he pleaded.

Inside your home, you were battling within yourself whether you should open the door or not. "I am not cheating on you babe I would never do that. Please let me explain." At this, you opened the door and Peter fell to the ground.

"Come inside." You said and closed the door once he did. "You have 10 minutes to explain yourself, I have to catch a flight in three hours." Peter's eyes widen. "Wai-yo-you are going?" he shutters and you nod.

"You are wasting my time Peter make this quick." you snapped. And for the first time in many weeks, Peter saw you. You looked miserable to him, your whole face was red and all he wanted to do was apologize and hold you tight.

"I only love you y/n and I mean it there is no other person in my life and no there is no Gwen," he said sincerely you only kept quiet and avoided his gaze. "I am so sorry baby I never wanted to make you feel sad. This was not my intention." he pleads.

You scoff in disbelief "Never your intention? Peter, you made me feel like the worst person in the whole world. I thought you were using me and didn't want me anymore for god knows what reason. You never called, never texted, never set up the dates like you used to." you said as tears ran down your face.

"For the past three months you didnt even say I love you to me, and when I came to your college to meet you, you would ignore me make some excuse, and run away. What am I supposed to think after you do all this without any explanation? huh?" you said trying not to yell at him.

Peter winced when he realized how bad it looked. "You weren't even happy to see me! You love holding my hand where did that go?! I thought you were going through something I gave you time space whatever you needed. For three months straight Peter." You wipe your tears away.

"Three months I waited for you now I can't do this anymore. Was I some kind of dumb bet that you placed with your friend? huh? Or you were tired of me already? You don't like my body? Is that the reason?" You asked him lips quering.

Peter shook his head mumbling no. "No no no never y/n never think that again. Ever please, none of those reasons are true clumsy," he whispered. You visibly cringed at the nickname.

"Look I know it looks bad and it is very bad but y/n I am just trying to protect you. I don't want to leave you love, if anything I want to protect you." You look at Peter in disbelief.

"Protect me from what huh? From what Peter?" Peter looked confused he was battling within himself whether he should tell you the truth or not.

The silence made you want to cry a lot more than you are, you opened the door and demanded him to get out. "Get the fuck out of my house Parker." you hissed.

"y/n please no give me a chance to explain myself." You gasped in disbelief. "A chance? Bullshit your reason and explanations are absolutely bullishit Peter please get the fuck out of here before I call security," you told him calmly.

"y/n please close the door and I will tell you everything you want to know okay?" You shook your head and decided to give him a chance closing the door.

You looked at him but he only went inside your bedroom. "I didn't invite you in the bedroom." You told him and sat on your bed with folded arms.

"Okay y/n I know this will come as a big shock but I am Spiderman." You stare at Peter for a good five minutes and burst out laughing.

Peter only blinked sighing he knew this would happen. "Yeah, and I am death Vedar." You joked shaking your head. "Get out you are wasting my time." you snapped.

"No y/n I actually am Spiderman. I save people and shit I am sorry that I didn't tell you this sooner but baby I was trying to protect you and myself," he said. "Something or other could have happened that would reveal my identity and I don't want that."

He was quite correct if you were Spiderman you didn't want to tell every person you dated that you were Spiderman until and unless you truly loved them.

"Baby I couldn't risk your safety. Few people already come to know about you. They tried to make you a hostage so that they could get me. I don't want to hurt you baby." Peter said tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Why do you think Spiderman was fighting with people in the alleyway next to your apartment for a week straight three months back? I cannot afford to lose you y/n I really cannot." You were trying to absorb the information it was too much for you to digest.

"That is the reason why I distanced myself away from you. If someone saw me with you, I-I can't afford to see you hurt my love. You are my everything I can't do that to you. I know it was stupid of me to do it the wrong way. God, I am so awful to you." Peter said ruffling his hair.

"I can't afford to lose you y/n you mean the world to me baby." He said pleading you to stay. "And you never have to worry about Gwen, okay baby? She died a long time back, she was my first love." Peter said.

"But you y/n, you are my true love and I didn't lie when I said I see us getting married in June and having a baby girl and a baby boy. And I didn't lie when I said that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at Peter with blurry eyes.

"I love you y/n please please don't leave me." When Peter said that he was sacred because people kept leaving his life you didn't think of leaving as in dying. And now you understand why he did what he did.

"I promise I will make it-" Before he could finish his sentence you kissed him your hands cupping his face as he moved his hands on your waist. You part away from him looking into his eyes.

"I knew all that boxing and gym was bullshit. You would much rather stay in hibernation." You whispered looking into his dreamy chocolate brown eyes and wiping his tears away.

Peter chuckled happily and kissed the palm of your hand lovingly. "Will you stay with me forever y/n y/l/n?" he asked looking at you with hope and admiration.

"Yes, yes I always will stay with you, Peter Parker," you said as Peter rested his forehead on yours.

"I wanted to give you this on your birthday when I tell you the truth but now just seems a much better time," he said and pulled out a necklace from his pocket. It was a beautiful rose gold chain with a spider pendant on it. On the backside, a small P was carved on it.

You gasped at the thoughtful gift as tears shimmer in your eyes again. "This is like a promise necklace, I promise to stay with you forever clumsy," he said and gently clasped it around your neck.

"This is beautiful Peter," you said as a tear slipped from your eye which he brushed away. "I promise to stick with you forever coffee guy," you said lovingly and kissed him again with much passion.

Your hands went around his neck as you played with his hair and slowly melted in his embrace. His lips left your mouth and went down to your jawline kissing each curve with much love.

He slowly went towards your collarbone leaving love bites on our neck. He stopped for a second and admired the necklace which rested on your neck with a smile he kissed the necklace and then your collarbone.

He sucked on your skin harshly making you moan his name and tug on his hair a bit harshly. Peter hummed at the feeling as he slowly trailed the kisses down to your chest until your clothes interrupted him.

"Does this mean that your love bites are bug bites?" you asked moaning when he bit on your cooler bone harshly. Peter chuckled and licked the spot to bring you some relief.

"Sure you can say that clumsy," he mumbled and pulled your shirt over your head. He admired your chest covered in your bra with loving eyes as his hands went back to unclasp your bra.

You gasped slightly when he ripped the bra apart when he couldn't manage to open it. "Hey that was one of my most comfortable ones," you whined at him.

Peter only laughed and went to leave love bites on your chest. "I will buy you more and as many as you want," he said and gently pushed you backward on the bed and began his art of leaving hickeys all over your body.

"You are getting late for your flight," he mumbled as he covered your nipple with his mouth. "The flight can wait." You said and arch your back in pleasure tugging his hair gently.

"I am going to love you the whole day clumsy," Peter said as he came back to kiss you on the lips exploring your mouth with his tongue.

And this was the first time that you wouldn't regret missing your flight.

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A/N

Omg, this was my first time writing this, I do feel like I need holy water now but oh well the damage is done.

I honestly don't know how to write this. Do let me know your opinions!

And send me a request if you have any^^

I am open to writing any characters that I am familiar with :)

[rogersideup]

Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 7

Beautifully Natured

Series Masterlist

Previous part: Sunflower Next Part: The Brewing Storm

Word Count: 5,999

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Descriptions of injuries, mentions of anxiety, and sexual and domestic abuse. Topics discussed in this chapter could be hard for some people, please be advised.

"So..." You shouted from the inside of your walk in closet to make sure Steve could hear you from his spot, comfortably sprawled out in your bed wearing nothing but your blankets. "I just have to input work hours into payroll and decorate a few cakes for pickup tomorrow. It should only take a few hours, do you want to do something after?"

"Ummmmm yeah" He shouted back, sass laced in his tone. "What am I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Well then sorry I asked!?" You rolled your eyes, happy he couldn't see the stupid smile on your face as you buttoned your jean shorts.

"Are you sure you have to go to work at all?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sure." You looked through all your tops to try and find one good enough to wear to work.

"But isn't the beauty of being your own boss being able to make your own work hours?"

"Yes, but the downside is needing to make sure all your employees are taken care of. If I don't input payroll today, nobody will get paid next week." You explained, pulling a shirt off a hanger.

A pair of unsuspecting arms wrapped around your bare stomach from behind, and a few kisses were placed at the crown of your head. "I'm sure they have savings?"

You giggled at his attempt. If it were up to him, the two of you would be naked in bed all day. Watching movies, eating food, and getting your daily cardio in through endless romps between the sheets. As lovely as that sounded, you had a whole business that heavily relied on you to keep operating.

"People have kids to feed and rent to pay, baby." You slipped the T-shirt over your head, and he stepped back to give you space to do so.

Once your arms were pulled through the short sleeves, and you tucked just the front into your pants. He reached his hand out to grab your injured one, it was only then you noticed he managed to put some pants on.

"How's your money maker?" He questioned, inspecting the healing gash in your palm.

"Getting better every day." You reassured him. "It's almost gone."

"Feeling better?"

"Doesn't even hurt" You nodded.

"Tough as nails, beautiful." He raised the back of your hand to his lips before kissing it. "And you'll have a really cool scar to show for it."

No matter how much time you've spent with him, or how intimate the two of you have become, you still couldn't help the blush in your cheeks whenever he complemented you.

You just simply weren't used to a guy treating you like this, it was as if Steve worshiped the ground you walked on. He complemented you every chance he got, held open every door, never let your glass vase empty of flowers, and deeply cared about your well-being. You'd never eaten and consumed water on such a consistent basis in your entire life.

The track record of lousy men in your life had you used to busting your ass to make sure their stomachs were full, you fought tooth and nail just for a moment of their attention. You'd spend hours squeezing yourself into uncomfortable shape-ware then into even more uncomfortable outfits after hours of doing your hair and makeup just for a glimmer of hope that they'd tell you they thought you were pretty.

You were used to 24 hour labor just to maintain a career and keep your last ex happy, busting your ass in hopes of validation from him just for your cheek to be met with the back of his hand and his back turned away from yours as you slept at night. You'd sleep with him even if you hated every second just for the chance to feel his arms around you, you'd hoped that maybe you'd get to look into his pretty brown eyes and see a tiny sparkle of lust for you. But you always ended up feeling worse than where you started. Like a toy, a vessel for his white picket fence fantasy.

But Steve? You're pretty sure he'd get on his hands and knees just to kiss your feet if you'd let him. Sometimes you felt guilty. You knew you should enjoy every moment of feeling wanted and worshipped, the altitude in which Steve cared about you is something you thought you could only dream of from a man.

But a lot of the times you had to stop and take a deep breath. Like when he'd rest his hand on your cheek and you'd have to physically restrain yourself from flinching, or when he told you how beautiful he thought you were but all you could get yourself to believe was that he was lying to keep you close and use your body. When he reached for your hands to hold them or give you a hug, your brain always wanted to yank them away before he could have the chance to pull you first.

Of course you knew that's not what was happening here, and you never had any of thought thoughts before sleeping with him. Why they had become so loud and invasive recently was beside you, and completely aggravating.

You wished in moments like these you still had Georgia to talk to. She was the only one who truly knew what you had gone through, and the only one who ever seemed to give you advice you could wholeheartedly trust. Of course you had other friends, but they wouldn't understand like Georgia would. Shit, Georgia wouldn't even understand anymore considering she hated Steve with every bone in her body.

So now it was up to you, and your sort-of clueless fugitive to sort out this jumbled mess of emotions in your head. Quite honestly, you didn't want to subject him to carrying the weight of the hurt in your heart. So.... you were down to just you.

"...did I lose you?" He asked as he gently let go of your hands when he saw a glossy lost look in your eyes.

"No..." You shook your head and forced a smile. "Sorry. What do you want to do later? Do you have anything in mind?"

He nodded shyly. "I have some plans in mind if you're feeling up to it."

"What kind've plans?" You asked, eyebrow raising in suspicion.

"Surprise plans" He shrugged.

"Should I be scared?" You thought out-loud.

"No" he giggled. "It's definitely nothing too crazy."

"Should I change when I get home from work?"

"Nope, what you're wearing is perfect, and I'll come pick you up."

You checked your outfit in the mirror hanging on the closet door just to make sure you looked okay before leaving the house. "A t-shirt and shorts is perfect?"

"You look great" he grinned proudly before kissing your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

"Are you sure you want to pick me up? I don't mind meeting you at your place." You questioned.

"Yeah of course!" He said enthusiastically. "Why would I not pick you up?"

"Just seems a little inconvenient for you, that's all." You grinned at his confusion.

"It's not inconvenient" He shook his head. "It would be inconvenient for you to come all the way back here just to meet me at my house then leave again. Plus, even if it was inconvenient for me I wouldn't mind because I'd do pretty much anything just to spent 5 minutes with you."

"You're a puppy dog, Steve." You smiled on the outside but screamed on the inside, just trying to convince yourself you deserved this.

Behind that smile, he could see there was something wrong. Your hesitancy to accept anything he was saying to you at the moment was making him slowly panic and shrink into himself. He was scared he had done something wrong, or maybe you were just starting to remember the gravity of the situation the two of you were in.

No matter what, he couldn't think of a situation in which the pain in your eyes wasn't his fault. It made him swallow hard and think of a low pressure way to ask what he did to make you feel hurt enough to hide it.

He watched your walk to your shoes and slip on a pair of white sneakers, and tie them up in a perfect knot. Leaning against the door frame to wait for you, you popped back up with a little spring in your step.

You approached and put your hands on his waist just to feel his warm bare skin underneath your hands one last time before you had to go, then rocked up on your tippy toes for a kiss. His hands met the small of your back, before one of them traveled upwards to caress the side of your cheek.

Once again, you had to suppress the fight or flight response a hand on your face caused.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked you, slowly moving his hand back down to your spine.

Turns out, you weren't as good at hiding your internal war as you thought you were.

You nodded, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his tone was gentle but you could tell he was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah" You tried to convince him, but you really couldn't even convince yourself. "Yes, I'm okay."

That did nothing but raise the anxiety levels in his own mind, and cause his heart to sink into his stomach. But he knew now wasn't the right time to open up a whole can of worms right before you had to go to work, so just for you, he was going to live in the sinking feeling for a little while before he could see you again and talk about it at a better time.

"Okay" He pressed his lips together in a straight line and he looked down to see your face, his long hair forever flopping into his eyes. "I hope you have a good day at work"

You could tell he was worried, but you could tell even more that he thought he was the source of whatever was going on. And although that was partly the truth, it wasn't his fault and it killed you to see him look so down about it.

"How could could it possibly be good if you aren't there?" You questioned rhetorically, earning a genuine smile from him.

"Well I'll be here waiting for you the whole time, that's gotta count for something, right?" He smiled.

"Just like I said, you're a puppy dog." You smiled genuinely this time, and gave him one more kiss. "You can stay here as long as you want by the way, no pressure to leave."

"Okay, I'll see you later, Baby." He gave you another kiss for the road.

"Looking forward to it."

For the entirety of your time in the bakery, you just couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. You really did care about him so much, and you knew how much you meant to him as well. The more your mind spiraled the more guilty you felt.

Then you started thinking about Georgia again. If she really cared about you, why was she so keen on your ex but won't touch Steve with a 10 foot pole? Steve was the one who treated you like a god while the last one was taking advantage of you and playing cat and mouse behind closed doors.

Was it lack of judgment, or perhaps too much judgement? Maybe she was like your mother and would rather you be miserable in a situation that was bad for you just so everyone around you could think you had a loving husband and kids, rather than be happy with Steve who was a little too rough around the edges for Greenwood. Or maybe she was just like you, flinching and cowering at the remembrance of your last love.

You held it together until closing, then when it was just you alone in your cozy (not so) little bakery, a few tears fell and blurred your vision as you piped out the intricate details on the pink princess style cake on the turntable. A good time to take a breather didn't really happen until you finished the third and last cake, and all of them were tagged with the customer invoice and safely stored in the fridge.

You went to the bathroom with the intention of trying to fix yourself up considering Steve would be there at any moment to come get you, and you really didn't want him to see you like this. After managing to get yourself mostly presentable, you made a discovery that accounted for some of the dramatic emotions today, and that was a visit from Aunt Flow herself.

Your period made her monthly debut, and somehow, that made you feel a little bit better but also significantly worse. There was now something to blame for the tears, but also a whole new source of anxiety. For the first time, you'd have to deny Steve sex if that was in his list of plans for the night.

The thought made your hands shake and an uncomfortable stinging reside in your lungs. You really didn't want to find out that he was anything like your ex. If you said no but he still said yes, and insisted his emotions were more important than yours, you weren't sure you could handle that.

You couldn't handle a whole night of hugging yourself to sleep with his back facing you, holding back tears as to not wake him up. You couldn't handle disappointing him, or upsetting him just because of a two letter word slipping off your tongue.

Before you could even get your phone out to text him to reschedule, you could hear footsteps in the store. One last look in the mirror had you taking in one last deep breath before walking out and facing the cold hard truth that maybe you'd be led to uncomfortable disappointment tonight.

"Sunflower!" He smiled when he saw you, quietly walking over.

"Hi Stevie" You greeted, once again putting on your bravest face.

"I saw your cakes in the fridge, they're so pretty!" He complemented.

"Thank you, thank you" You accepted, feeling a little calmer around him. With no more room to let your mind wander, there was no time for imaginary scenarios. "You look very handsome"

You were also comforted by his choice in outfit. Much like you he was wearing shorts, a causal shirt, and some sneakers. There was a hat on his head and his car keys remained in his palm.

"You always say that." He smiled and shook his head.

"Cause I always think that" You rebutdtaled, turning off the lights, getting ready to leave with him. "Soooo what are we doing?"

"Oh! Right!" He lit up. "I thought we could have a picnic and watch the sunset over at the Lakeview Cliffs. Is that okay?"

Another wave of relief washed over you, you could definitely use some fresh air and a sunset to help clear your mind. "That sounds perfect."

After a big hug and a long kiss, he held all the doors open for you, conversation flowed easily, he set up the whole picnic insisting you didn't lift a single finger, and the two of you ate until your bellies were happily full.

With nothing around but grass and trees, and a gorgeous lake below the cliff, the world suddenly felt less suffocating. You loved moments like this were Steven from Greenwood could just be Steve Rogers, and you didn't have to be the neighbor anymore.

You could be you, he could be him, and the two of you could be lovers with nothing to hide from.

As the sun started it's decent, he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair a few times before laying down and inviting you to lay down with him.

Settling down side to side on the blanket, his arm was your pillow and his hand was grazing the top of your arm until you reached up to lace your fingers with his.

You could physically feel your heartbeat settling with the sun, and your chest warmed with the hot summer air. The season was coming to an end, every once in a while there would be a cool breeze that reminded you that fall was rapidly approaching so you enjoyed the heat until it was gone.

Not many more words were shared after that. Deep down you both knew that you each had your own thoughts to sort through in your own jumbled up minds. The only difference was that you knew the battle Steve was fighting, but cluing him in on yours felt impossible.

So instead of thinking about it, you thought about nothing but the beauty of the world you lived in. You watched the sun reflect off the calm ripples of the water off in the distance, how softly cushioning the grass was beneath your blanket, the rustles of the tree leaves with every passing breeze, all the chirps of the birds soaring over the water, and the calming breaths and radiating warmth of your favorite boy next to you.

You could've cried right then and there just because of how calm you felt, how beautiful life could be regardless of personal experiences and circumstances.

You couldn't possibly imagine how Mother Nature designed such beautiful colors to paint the sky every night as the sun made its way to light up different parts of the world, or how she came up with the idea of a quick green flash to signify the end of daylight, and most importantly how the light of golden hour made Steve even more beautiful than before.

His calmness made you calm, and his stillness made you still.

Even after the sunset you two continued to lay and watch the stars twinkle. But you rolled to your side and rested your head on his chest, just to hear his heart beat faster when you held him closer.

After about an hour of comfortable silent stargazing, you propped yourself up just to be able to give him a kiss. He happily accepted, but also could tell you were tired, and he knew you were still at an emotional distance away from him, so he knew it was time to get you home.

There were some uncontainable smiles you missed on the car ride home. Steve would take his eyes off the road for just a split second to see you struggling to fight off sleep with your head resting against the passenger window, you also missed more smiles when you took his hand off the gear shift to hold it in both of yours.

It seemed as though the whole neighborhood was asleep by the time he pulled into his driveway, so he felt more than comfortable walking around to get you from the passenger seat. Besides, all of Georgia's lights were off.

"Come on sleepyhead" Steve held out his hand for you to help you out of the car, and you dragged yourself out.

When you were back on your two feet, your calmness was replaced with anxiety again. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions all day, and you were ready to just skip to the part where you could hideaway in bed to deal with the disappointment in Steve's reaction to you denying him what he probably wanted.

"There you go" He closed the car door, and once again promised to take you to get your car from the bakery tomorrow.

“Thanks for everything tonight, I think I really needed that." You admitted.

You could see the concern on his face once more as he pulled you in for a hug. "Anytime. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You nodded, pulling away quickly just in case someone was watching. "Just not really feeling the best today."

You wrapped your arms around yourself in attempts to self sooth, he could tell how uncomfortable you really were.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He questioned, leaning back against his car.

“I don't really know" You shrugged and sighed. "Just have a lot on my mind."

"Did I do something wrong?" He flat out asked, seeking his own peace of mind.

"No" You immediately shook your head? "God no- it's not your fault. I'm sorry if i made you feel like you did"

"It's okay, I just- I could tell you've been a little weary around me recently and I just really want to make sure it's not something I'm doing to you." He admitted hesitantly.

"No, baby." You stepped closer to him. "It's really not your fault. I'm so sorry."

He wanted to comfort you, his arms ached to hold you close, his lips wanted to kiss you and tell you that whatever was happening would be okay. But he couldn't here in the driveway, not for potential neighbors to see. Not for his sake or yours.

"Do you want to go inside?" He offered, your heart immediately started racing, you felt nauseous like you could throw up at any moment.

"I can't" You shook your head again, holding back tears. Your eyes immediately met the floor, but not before you could see his eyebrows furrow.

"You can't?" He questioned, dripping with worry.

All you could get yourself to do was shake your head.

"What's going on?" He continued to ask.

"Um," you swallowed. "I just started my period."

His posture deflated and his expression softened, "is that why you don't feel good?" Steve asked, causing you genuine confusion.

"What?" You finally looked up at him, blinking back tears.

"You don't feel good and you're about to cry" he stated the obvious. "Is it because of your period?"

"No- it's just that I can't-" A tear finally broke and fell down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. You felt pathetic, you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Baby" He pouted. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

"No" In a moment of courage, you stood your ground. If you didn't do it now, you never would be able to. "I can't have sex with you tonight, I'm sorry."

The second those words flew out of your mouth, Steve was taken back. Not because of what you had denied, but because he understood now what this was all about. He became overwhelmingly sad for you, but also overwhelmingly angry over the men that trained your brain into such a viscerally traumatic response at the situation at hand.

He didn't know what do or or to say, he didn't know how to reassure you that it wasn't his intention in the first place, or how to calm you down in a way that felt safe for you. He needed a few seconds to formulate an appropriate response with every factor at play.

Unfortunately you took those few seconds as rejection, and it didn't take much for your silent tears to turn into sobs as your legs quickly carried you away from him and toward your own house. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Wait, wait, wait!" He called out, but he didn't want to chase you, and he certainly didn't want to hold you back. "That's not what I was expecting from you when I asked if you wanted to come in. I just wanted to talk about what's going on, that's all."

His heart broke for you, there was nothing that could make it better. He knew that, but he also wished he had known about this about 10 minutes sooner so he could've found better words to invite you in. He could've been a bit more sensitive on how he chose to handle the night better, he could've avoided making you feel so uncomfortable in your own mind. He just felt bad.

You stopped in place for a few moments to hear him out, but everything in you mind and body was telling you to run- far and fast to your front door, locking your door and the deadbolt behind you.

As your ears listened for his footsteps walking on the concrete to come catch you and pull you back towards his house, you couldn't comprehend that he was staying put. Leaning against the sleek black car, you weren't a mouse and he certainly wasn't a cat.

He was relieved when you stopped, but terrified the next words out of his mouth would be the wrong ones. "You don't have to spend the night if you don't want to, you never have to do anything you don't want to. I just wanted to make sure you're alright." He reiterated once more. "You can even go home right now if that's what you need to do, but I hope you know I really care about you. And I'm really sorry if I made you feel pressured into that, ever"

Immediate guilt washed over you. Again. Just like it had all day long. You had imposed so many of you passed experiences with shitty men on your Sweet Stevie, and you couldn't believe you let them continue to spoil every attempt at love you've made since you escaped their hands.

Now you were sobbing between driveway 304 and 306 while he kept as much physical distance between the two of you as he could, hugging a car instead of your body.

You so desperately wished you never had to feel like this, all while he was plotting ways to ensure you never had to feel that way again.

It was too overwhelming, the flooding emotions made you dizzy and the floor felt like it wanted to swallow you whole. All you could do was sink down onto your knees, then fall onto your butt when you felt how invasive the concrete was on your skin.

Steve wanted to cry with you, part of him could never understand how you felt, but another part of him knew exactly how you felt. So many people had hurt you in ways you couldn't have ever imagined, and trying to rebuild yourself after being torn down was painful and complicated. He's been there, he was there. Right here, right now, and the only thing that ever made him feel better was you. His warm sunflower, his guiding light in the dark.

Maybe you needed him too, so he approached slowly. When he made it to you, he sat down with enough space to make sure you knew he wasn't making advances towards you.

He rested his hand palm up towards you with his forearm in his lap. You always played with his fingers when you were anxious, so he wanted a low pressure way to offer that to you.

"I'm really sorry, Sunflower." He apologized once more, his voice calm and compassionate. "I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you like this."

You slowly reached out for his hand, all while still being unable to even look at him. It was warm and heavy in your grip, his fingers were silky soft and nimble for you to fidget with.

"You mean so much to me, no matter what we do together all ever I want to do is spend time with you. You aren't just a body to me, you never have been but maybe I got a little to carried away. I just really, really like you." He continued.

You mind slowly calmed as he spoke, and all the times you two have made love came rushing back to you. Not so much the deed itself, but how you felt before and after.

All the times he asked before laying a finger on you, all the times he checked in to make sure you were still feeling okay and on board with the endeavors, when he told you how beautiful you were, how happy you made him, how good you made him feel, the eye contact, how good he made you feel, how he made sure you knew that you were wanted and appreciated, all the times he got you cleaned up, how he always made sure you were warm and comfortable, and how he continued to give you his love and attention when all was said and done. He'd hold you close, make sure you were tucked in just the way you liked, peppered your face, shoulders and arms in kisses.

Even afterwards he still made sure you felt beautiful, wanted and seen. His attention towards you was never transactional or conditional. He wasn't the problem, he was never the problem.

When you felt calm enough, and your brain could finally recognize that there wasn't a threat, you pushed yourself up and onto him. Your arms wrapped around his body nice and snug, and you cried into his shoulder. "It was never you, this isn't your fault. I'm sorry you have to deal with it."

He very hesitantly wrapped his arms around you too. "You don't have to apologize."

"Neither do you. You've always made me feel so good, I don't know why I get like this sometimes. My brain tells me I need to run away, but my heart knows you'd never hurt me. It's just a battle of who's voice is louder."

“I understand what PTSD is like, I know what it's like to have been hurt and betrayed by people you love, but I can't relate to what you've been through. So when you feel like something is wrong, or you need me to change whatever I'm doing, just tell me, okay?" He cradled the back of your head. "I'll never be mad at that."

"Okay" You tearfully agreed. "I'm really sorry"

"It's okay, Baby, you're okay." He comforted you.

"You're so important to me, and I love spending time with you" you reiterated. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You didn't hurt my feelings" He pet your hair, "I'm just really angry at whoever made you feel like there should be a consequence to saying no. You never deserved that."

"Thank you for being so understanding." You shoved your face deeper into the crook of his neck.

"Honey, I'm going to say exactly what I mean this time, okay? In the most delicate way possible, I really want to make sure that you're okay, and you're sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk after running away from me for the whole neighborhood to hear and see. Can we please go inside so I can make this better without someone calling the cops? I don't think that would be good for either of us." He reworded his invite into his house.

The way he phrased it actually made you let out a genuine laugh, you had never really thought about how bad it looked or why he actually wanted to get you inside.

"Can we go to my house?" You asked, craving the comfort of your own bed.

"Of course." He agreed. "Hold on tight."

Understanding what he was about to do, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, and he picked you up as you clung to the front of him like a koala. He got you inside safe and sound, and brought you to the couch where he sat down and you remained latched to his front.

He wrapped a blanket around the both of you to make you feel more secure, and rubbed your back and let you cry for as long as you needed. Every once in a while, he'd remind you that you were safe and in good hands.

When your crying came to an end and you were half asleep on Steve, you realized that moments like these were far more intimate than sex ever was for you, and here you were feeling more than content letting him provide his shoulder to cry on.

You reached up to caress the side of his head that was resting on yours, then kissed his temple. He grinned and kissed your forehead before wiping the last of your tears off your face and kissing your lips.

"I think you need a good night of sleep, Darling." He told you, still smoothly running his hands up and down your back. "Can I tuck you in?"

"Actually, will you stay?" You asked.

You couldn't help blushing at his reaction, a goofy lopsided smile. "Really?"

"Yeah" You nodded. "I've found out recently that I get my best sleep when you're next to me, and like you said, I think I need some good sleep."

"I would love to."

You guys dragged your feet up the stairs and he patiently waited for you to shower and get into bed. When you made it to the blanket and pillow wonderland, Steve was propped up on the headboard shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants he always left at your place.

Your arms found each other quickly, and his bare skin comforted you just as much as the heavy comforter he was pulling over your shoulders. Your found his hand under the blankets, and lifted it up to placed in on your cheek.

He immediately used his thumb to rub the gentlest little hearts under your eye as you left your hand cupping the back of his.

All of the parts of you that were once hurt in the hands of a man who claimed he loved you, were now on the journey of being healed by the kindness of a man who didn't even need to say he loved you to prove how much he cared.

You were comfortable, being held snugly and listening to the beat of the kindest heart you've ever met. And for once, your cheek was warm with something other than a residual sting.

Tonight wasn't perfect, and that's okay, because tomorrow the two of you will wake up to the sun returning from the journey it sought after just a few hours ago, and it'll be a whole new start. A whole new chance to get it right. It'll wake you up with a warm glow to bask in, and you'll also bask in the warm glow of somebody who really cares about you for all the right reasons.

That was all you could've ever hoped for, a man who was beautifully natured.

When you did wake the next morning, you were alone in bed but noticed your phone had been plugged in, your water bottle had been refilled, and a little note was on the unoccupied pillows next to your head.

At first your heart sank thinking maybe he got that phone call in the middle of the night, thoughts of never seeing him again filled your mind with dread. But you picked it up and his adorable little handwriting with a heart next to your name in the middle of a folded up piece of paper made you smile regardless of what was inside.

Your fingers quickly unfolded the paper, and out came a $20 bill, with more words jotted down on the light blue lines.

My precious sunflower,

Bucky called and I couldn't find it within my heart to wake you up. I'll be back soon with coffee, breakfast, and more cuddles as soon as he lets me go. (He can talk for hours if I let him, it's currently 6:35...) If you're actually reading this it means he's probably still talking and I'm probably still letting him. Also, while writing this I realized I still had this $20 and if you give it back to me one more time I'm going to be mad!!! >:(

Okay see you soon, Beautiful :) -Steve

You put the note in your bedside drawer to read again on a rainy day before shoving your face in the pillows and covering your head with the blankets with blushing cheeks and a smile on your face. You deserve this.

Next part: The Brewing Storm

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[poomphuripan]

Given that we're halfway through the series, how well do you think msi is doing ?

hi nonnie

because i'm an overthinker and msi is on my mind 24/7 so i have interpreted this question into three different ways and i'll be answer all three below.

1. how well do you think msi is doing (in terms of portraying the characters and the plot of the original novel, speaking on a personal capacity)?

this series leaves me on the edge of my seat every damn week. everything is WORKING FOR ME. i love the character designs, the adaptational changes, the pacing... my only grievance? occasionally i absolutely detest their hairstyles (whoever hairstyled sol and joe for sol's mv should get fired, real). i also dislike the fact that they usually layer ming's outfits, when i think they should just let him wear one layer of shirt for example in this behind the scene still for that confrontation scene he's just wearing a black shirt but it looks soooo goood, this picture most likely taken when they're rehearsing.

but let's go through bit by bit

character designs: i think like other novel readers, i was a bit wary of the toning down/softening of novel!yanmingxiu, but i think it worked in favor of the series as a visual medium, coupled with them also making joe seemingly more naive than novel!zhouxiang. it balances well to have a not as cruel ming with a puppy-like/happy go luck joe 1.0. i really like in a recent reaction video where up, poom and porsche were reacting to ep.7, poom says he's happy to see so many people curse ming because it meant that he's doing well playing a scum male lead and praised up for playing such a compelling "bad" character because he thinks if it weren't for a such scum ml, his character 'joe' wouldn't come off as pitiful.

adaptational changes: i understand that translating a novel to series is a huge challenge, especially since thai series does not have a tendency to insert inner thoughts as much as japanese series does or the way audiodrama can do so but my stand in is doing so well utilising the flashbacks or blocking/cinematography to showcase the emotions of these characters so i've been loving most changes so far. they're also making changes that i love to see (novel!yan ming xiu throwing a tv remote at zhou xiang when he said something that upset him, reading that i was like bruh was that necessary?!?!!?!?).

pacing: it's really good, with my only grievance being they should make the eps longer in length. contrary to the complaints i'm seeing about how they're making audience wait to long until the huge reveal, i think it's fair and i'd actually like to see ming grovel a bit more before finding out that joe 2.0 is joe 1.0 because or else it wouldn't make sense to me why he would be so invested in getting invovlved with joe 2.0 if he wasn. most eps so far have been condensed from 10 chapters, with the biggest exception being ep 7 being adapted from 16 chapters (chapter 60-75) but i like that they simplified that plot with tharn/novel!tanyin without completely eliminating it. perhaps the only thing i regret being left out is ming crying out to joe's name after having sex with joe 2.0 but since the series went with ming not having sex with joe 2.0 in ep 7 yet so we didn't get it. anyway, ready for more ming/blind master shenanigans this week.

2. how well do you think msi is doing (with chinese fans/novel fans)?

so just recently, the weibo supertopic of my stand in hit 23,000 followers and the douban score for my stand in hit 8.8 (it debuted with a 6.8 score in the first ep btw). while douban scores for bl/foreign dramas tend to bit higher than the average scores for cdramas, this is still a huge feat considering how it's being adapted from a popular danmei novel and how bad the initial reception to the casting announcement was. it is HUGE!

after last week's episode the scores really skyrocketed due to the two scenes, the hotel verbal fight scene and the back reveal. it's also a relief to see how both scenes are well received because they're very different from how they were executed in the novel, so i think this is a good sign of how novel fans have warmed up to the adaptation changes (if anyone is interested, feel free to read chap 73 for that confrontation and chap 74+75 for the back reveal).

also cfans seem to really be into up poompat's portrayal of yan ming xiu these days, most are ready to forgive him while simultaneously still want to watch him suffer for the rest of the series. everyone and their mother loves poom as joe/zhou xiang but they have been loving and praising poom since ep 1 so that's not really new.

3. how well do you think msi is doing (in terms of trending, general viewership and popularity)

i think my stand in is doing crazy well considering its genre (dogblood drama featuring a scum male lead). regarding trending, the number of tweets is increasing weekly and it's stable at 4th/5th place like every week and considering is up against TWO QL series of two popular established branded pairings (EngLot with Love Bully, GemFourth with My Love Mix Up TH) and the hottest lakorn series of the year (Dhevaprom), I think it's already achieving the best possible results in terms of trending (cfans are also wishing that my stand in would be more popular considering how dramatically dogblood and lakorn-coded MSI is ಥ_ಥ)

But I think it's more important for iQIYI that it's ranking #1 worldwide iQIYI consecutively for the last seven weeks since its their "first" Thai original (i actually thought My Dear Gangster Oppa is their first, turns out not 😅). Being up against all those beautiful costume/historical cdramas and still ranking #1??????

also i can't speak on behalf of other fans but the sole fact that the main topic on my twitter timeline every weekend is how pitiful joe is/how terrible ming is/how up and poom are DELIVERING the breakthrough performances of their careers? i think regardless of the end result of this series, it's definitely a remarkable BL series of 2024 and i'd honestly call it the dark horse among the 2024 BL releases considering how lowkey and underwhelmed the initial hype it had.

i hope some of this answers your question 😭😭😭😭 if i had misunderstood your question though, feel free to send another ask. I LOVEEEEE talking about my stand in.

[pacifymebby]

Territorial HCs // Billy + Stu

Billy

🔪 He is jealous of everyone who so much as sits next to you in class. You're his, and Stu's of course, but the point is you're his... He views everyone as a potential threat. 

🥧 He's very insecure, terrified of losing you or being abandoned by you.

🔪 which you personally think is a little cheeky considering he’s with Sidney not you. Whenever you bring this face up however he gets sullen, gives you a look like you should know better, “its different with you sweetheart, anyway, she's temporary.” 

🥧 you do not know what that means and honestly? you don’t want to. Billy gives you some pretty dark vibes sometimes. Sometimes its easier if you just ignore the warning signs.

🔪 When he can sticks to you like glue... Its endearing actually, the way he wants to be around you 24/7. You like the attention he gives you, but sometimes when you’re in school and he comes up behind you when you’re looking for something in your locker, you get flushed and embarrassed. “Billy you’re not supposed to talk to me here... thats your rule!” you’d remind him but he just flashes you that disarming grin. 

🥧 “relax y/l/n I just want to ask you about that project we have to do together... you know, for geography...” you know he’s lying, but you smile and relax and go along with it. “So I’ll meet you after class and we’ll walk back to your place right?” 

🔪 he’s always coming up with ways to see you.

🥧 You like the way he hangs over you like a shadow, you feel safe when you're tucked under his arm.

🔪 He loves it when you wear his baggy shirts over your croptops and he’s always leaving them at your house hoping you’ll pick one up accidentally and wear it into school. It’s like... he knows its risky and he could get caught but he likes the risk, and he kind of likes the audacity of hiding you in plain sight. Making it obvious that youre his but in such a way that no one could prove it. 

🥧 He will climb in through your window almost every night, partially to check up on you, partially because he misses you every second you're not around. He has trouble sleeping anywhere other than by your side. He also doesn’t like the thought that if he isn’t with you, someone else could be. 

🔪 the jealousy and fury he feels every time he sees another boy in school check you out! As far as everyone else is concerned you’re single so they don’t even try to hide it. And holy shit when boys flirt with you, or try to ask you out...

🥧 it takes every last drop of his self control to stop himself from stabbing them in the eye with a pen or something. Instead he watches from a distance, those brooding eyes fixed on whoever is talking to you.. you’d be able to feel him watching you too

🔪 he’d spend the rest of the day meticulously planning how to murder the boy, and then daydream about how slow and painful he’d make the killing. He'd be having very violent thoughts thats for sure. 

🥧 he leaves bite marks on your neck and wrists and definitely gives you hickeys, all ways in which he can mark you and show people that you’re taken. You’re constantly trying to lie about them, you’ve even made up a mysterious secret boyfriend who goes to another school just so your friends will stop asking who did that to you. 

🔪 when the hickeys inevitably get you labelled a slut Billy will be defensive of you whether or not thats a smart idea... if Tatum or Sidney ever say anything about the rumours which are going round about you Billy will get moody very quickly. “Aren’t you two supposed to be feminists... I thought you were more mature than that Sid...” 

🥧 he is constantly telling you that you’re his, that you’re “end game” affectionately nicknames you his “final girl” you don’t realise how much he really means that until it’s too late. 

Stu

🔪 He doesn’t get jealous so much... its more that every time he sees someone look at you it makes him crave your attention/ to be with you... which is just frustrating for him when he’s at school and he sees other boys flirting with you and he can’t...

🍒but sometimes when he sees other boys flirting with you or checking you out, he’ll flirt with you anyway because he knows he can get away with it. He’ll sweet-talk his way back into Tatums good books if he gets caught out. 

🔪 He’s constantly sneaking up on you at school and outside of school, you think its just coincidence but he’s definitely been following you... he always seems to pop up just after you’ve been talking to another guy. He will touch you, even if he’s in public, even if its in the middle of the corridor. He can’t help himself, he can’t keep his hands off you.

🍒he’ll also just cut into conversation if he hears a guy hitting on you, he’ll tell them you’re taken, often lying and saying you’re some other boy from your schools’ girlfriend, which will embarrass you so much 

🔪 whenever him and billy are hanging out and he sees you talking to another guy he’ll nudge billy to get his attention and then nod over to the boy. Billy will roll his eyes, “we can’t kill every boy she talks to fuckrag,” 

🍒 “Oh come on man why not! I mean look at him... he deserves it!” 

🔪 he will give you things to wear, he’ll steal a necklace or a bracelet or something, it'll have a little heart on it and he’ll tell you to make sure people know your boyfriend bought it for you so that then he won’t have to watch people flirt with you

🍒 he’ll definitely sneakily grab your butt in public, he’ll sit next to you in any classes you have together and spend the whole lesson trying to distract you with his hand on your thighs under the table. 

🔪 he actually almost wants to be caught, he’s reckless like that, he thinks you’re so hot that it melts his brain and honestly he just wants to show off that he’s fucking you 

🍒 you’ve always got some kind of hickey on your neck, somewhere obvious... he actually tells you not to cover it up, no roll necks, no make up... you have to show everyone that you’re his. 

🔪 he gets off on seeing you around school with that hickey on your neck, knowing he gave it to you... it makes him desperate to give you another. 

🍒 he’d be kind of mean to any guy he thought liked you, he’d constantly be trying to knock their confidence, make sure they didn’t think they stood a chance with you. He’d laugh at them for even thinking about it. He’d definitely try to embarrass them in front of a group of people. 

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - small mention of drug use

y/nn = your nickname in case your confused🩷

Chapter 6

It was after three o’clock the next afternoon when Matt called. “Alan’s on his way to pick you up,” he said. Alan Smith was another of his employees.

When we arrived at Matt’s house, I found him upstairs dressing. As soon as he saw me, he kissed me and asked, “How would you like to go to Las Vegas? We could really have fun and I could show you around my favorite places.” Not understanding his contradiction regarding my staying with the Barrises the night before, and feeling uneasy asking any questions, I answered, “I’d love to. When?”

“Tonight. We’ll load up the bus and head out about midnight, arrive in the morning, sleep all day, and see the shows and party all night.”

Excitement was in the air—Las Vegas. I’d never dreamed of going there and I really didn’t know what to expect. Actually, I really didn’t care where we went as long as I was with him.

I had two immediate concerns. One, I didn’t know if I could afford—or at my age should even wear—the glamorous clothes suitable for Vegas, but Matt said not to worry, Alan would take me shopping that afternoon.

It was a strange experience, shopping with someone I barely knew, particularly a man. He seemed as uncomfortable as I but assured me we would find something. He was familiar with all of the boutiques and took me to Saks Fifth Avenue as well.

As I selected a couple of outfits I worried about my other concern: the promised daily letter to my parents. How would I explain Las Vegas postmarks? I couldn’t. But I could prewrite letters for the time we were gone, number them one through seven, and have Arnold mail them from Los Angeles daily. My problems were solved. On to Las Vegas!

That evening Matt’s front lawn was alive with activity. There seemed to be people everywhere. The huge bus that George Barris had custom-designed for Matt stood in the driveway. The guys streamed in and out of it, loading suitcases, records, a stereo system, and cases of Pepsi-Cola. All the preparations and excitement made it look as if Matt were moving out, but in fact he always traveled this way. He was still uneasy about flying—a fear he later conquered—and felt much more relaxed driving. Because we didn’t know how long we’d stay, Alan and Gene Smith brought along whatever Matt enjoyed, so he would feel as comfortable as if he were at home. I was happy. It was the first time we’d be together without restrictions or curfews.

Just before midnight, they all gathered around the big bus; it was time to say goodbye to any visitors the regulars were leaving behind.

Matt was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, black racing gloves, and his everpresent yachting cap. As we pulled away, he yelled out the window, “We shall return,” and we hit the highway for Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t know what I was headed for, but I loved the idea of adventure.

And I felt proud; there was Gene to my right, me in the center, and Matt driving. I learned that Matt always preferred driving at night; it was cooler and there was less traffic. He came alive at night. There was a big difference between the daytime Matt and the nocturnal Matt. When the sun went down another personality took over, and on this particular night he was in great form. On a break between films, away from Colonel William, free of pressures and responsibilities, he could relax and play.

On the way to Vegas we all listened to music, nibbled on snacks, and drank Pepsis. In the front seat, Matt and Gene joked in their own language. Matt would say something and Gene would reply with completely made up words. When conversation lagged, they engaged in surprise attacks, punching each other. If Gene thought he’d landed a good one, he’d take off running toward the back of the bus, aware that Matt could always pull over and chase him.

These antics continued throughout most of the exhausting drive across the desert. I felt out of sync with the private jokes and crazy high jinks. It was quite obvious that the boys picked up on Matt’s every mood. I did not yet fit in.

Las Vegas

We arrived in Las Vegas around seven in the morning. I was tired and falling asleep when Matt called out, “We’re comin’ into Vegas. Look around—all you see is hotels. It’s called Sin City. Isn’t that right, Smiff?” Gene mumbled one of his silly replies and Matt laughed as usual.

The Strip looked quiet. There were a lot of taxis, some cars, and a few tired people strolling along the streets. I noticed it was extremely hot for 7 a.m., especially since it was only June.

We checked into the Sahara Hotel and to my amazement, despite the early hour, people were everywhere. Matt pointed to the casino, noisy with the rhythmic sounds of the slot machines, the sporadic ringing of bells, and an occasional yell from the craps tables.

“Is this normal?” I asked Matt.

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Wait till tonight,” he replied.

That wouldn’t be easy. Despite being tired, I stood fascinated, watching the gamblers clustered at the various tables and the slot machines. Matt took my arm. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go up to the room. There’ll be plenty of time for this later. We better get some rest.”

We followed the bellboy to the suite, and the entourage efficiently began arranging the rooms to Matt’s liking. They unpacked his clothes, placing them neatly in his closet, lining up his shoes by color, and setting out his toiletries in the bathroom. In the living room, they set up his record player and speakers, lowered the lights to create the right atmosphere, and turned on all the television sets.

“Why do you always have the TV on?” I asked Matt.

“It keeps me company,” he said. “When it’s on, I feel like there are people around.”

He despised entering a quiet room, and soon I too adopted the habit of automatically turning on the TV whenever I walked into a room.

An hour later the assistants had the suite looking lived in, with everything in its proper place. Matt said good night to the boys and cautioned them not to wake us too early. He locked the bedroom door and got undressed and into bed. As I climbed in beside him, I noticed that he was taking a number of prescribed sleeping pills, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I wasn’t knowledgeable enough even to suspect any potential threat.

I lay there blissfully happy: Finally we were able to spend an entire night sleeping together.

Matt was looking at me. “Do you believe this, Baby? After all this time, here you are. Who’d ever have thought we’d pull this off? Let’s not even think about you going back. We’ll have a good time. We’ll think about the other when the time comes.”

His words were starting to slur. His reactions slowed down. He pulled me closer and told me, again and again, “I’m glad you’re here  . . .” And then—silence. I looked over at the bottles of pills near the bed and realized I still had competition.

When I awoke the next afternoon, I looked over at Matt and snuggled against him as closely as I could. He put his arms around me, holding me as he slept. I studied his eyebrows, his long black eyelashes, his perfect nose, and his beautiful, full mouth. After a while I ached from lying in the same position but I didn’t move; it might wake him.

I thought about the pills he had taken earlier. They mystified me but I felt Matt must know what was best for him and I decided to put the matter out of my mind.

He must have sensed that I was staring at him; he suddenly opened his eyes and started to laugh. “What are you doing? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were putting a hex on me.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, embarrassed that he’d caught me studying him. “I guess I’m too excited.”

Sitting up, he said, “Well, Little Girl, the first thing I need is a cup of black coffee. Press number four on the intercom and tell Billy to order us some breakfast. He knows what I like and just tell him what you want. Tell him to have it here in half an hour and to make sure the coffee’s hot.”

Getting out of bed, he flipped on the TV and walked into the bathroom. A moment later he stuck out his head and grinned. “Get dressed, Little One, I want to show you off a little.”

That was all I needed to hear. I jumped out of bed and ran into my bathroom to get ready. As I dressed in a casual summer outfit I could hear music coming from the living room. I cracked open the adjoining door and was surprised to see all the boys up and dressed, with breakfast set up on the dining-room table.

I finished combing my hair and walked out to the living room, where the guys greeted me with friendly smiles and hellos. Matt wasn’t there yet, so no one had begun eating. Everyone was pretty quiet. Although it was after four in the afternoon, it seemed like early morning.

About fifteen minutes later, Matt came into the room, all dressed up in a three-piece suit, and I realized that nothing in my wardrobe was suitable. He walked over to the stereo and put on his latest record, saying he’d just finished a recording session and wanted me to hear the songs. Then we all sat down for breakfast.

It was fun hearing his recordings before they were released to the public. He asked me what I thought of each song, and since I knew what the kids back in Europe were listening to, I felt my comments might be helpful. At least I wanted to believe they were. “I really like the fast-paced ones,” I said, “like ‘Jailhouse Rock.’ Why don’t you record more songs like that? These don’t seem as much like rock and roll as your earlier records.”

Matt shot me a look of such pure disgust that I was petrified. “Goddamn it,” he snapped. “I didn’t ask for your opinion on what style I should sing. I asked if you like the songs, that’s all—yes or no. I get enough amateur opinions as it is. I don’t need another one.” He got up and stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door. Trying to regain my composure, I fought back tears. I was embarrassed and confused. What was wrong with what I’d said? How could that upset him so?

Luckily, the boys had already left the table and were all doing odd jobs or were in another room. I didn’t know if any of them had heard Matt’s tirade, but I didn’t want to face them. I knew Matt had a temper—I had witnessed it in Germany—but never before had he directed it at me.

Slowly I rose from the table, wondering where to go. Matt’s bedroom door was still tightly shut and, although I was sharing his room, I hesitated to go in for fear he’d start yelling. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down next to the albums and started going through them, pretending to look interested. Soon I heard the bedroom door open and saw Matt standing in the doorway. He motioned to me to come over. Reluctantly, I put back the records and walked into the room, fearful of what he was going to say. He closed the door, sat me down on the edge of the bed, and—to my surprise—began to apologize: “I’m sorry, Baby. What happened before really had nothing to do with you. I just finished that recording session and it’s pretty damn good compared to what they usually want me to do for these movies.”

He talked more about his last film, the story line, the songs, the dialogue, all of which he thought were inane. _ I was beginning to understand some of his frustrations and dissatisfaction. I remembered our talks in Germany. Matt had been proud of his film accomplishments before entering the Army. He had talked hopefully about doing movies with more substance and fewer songs.

“y/nn, from now on I plan to keep my singing career and my acting career strictly separate.” He believed he was capable of performing more demanding roles than he was getting, and to prepare himself, he still studied certain actors whom he admired, such as James Dean in Giant and Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront and The Wild One.

“But I keep getting offered the same musicals, same story lines,” he complained, “and they’re getting worse and worse.”

His biggest problem was that these films and their soundtrack albums were always huge hits.

Shaking off his serious mood, he grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, Baby, we’re goin’ shopping.” This was Matt’s way of making up for his outburst, but it took me a little while to get over it. Forcing an enthusiastic smile, I went along. I was beginning to understand how everyone’s mood played off Matt.

Taking Gene and Alan with us, we jumped into a waiting limo and rode around until Matt spotted a boutique where glamorous gowns made of sequins, lace, and frills graced the beautiful mannequins in the window. He called out to the driver, “Let’s stop here.”

Taking my hand, he led me inside, followed by the entire entourage, surely the most unlikely band of characters ever to invade an elegant dress shop. The salesgirl was speechless.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Matt Sturniolo and we’re just looking around. Maybe you could show us something that might interest my little friend over there.”

They both looked over at me. The look on the clerk’s face told me we were thinking the same thing: These clothes were far too sophisticated for such a young girl. But when Matt saw something he liked, he didn’t think in terms of age. While the saleswoman went to the back to rummage around for whatever she had in sizes six and four, Matt was rifling through the racks, pulling out a number of dazzling creations, asking me which ones I liked.

“They’re all beautiful,” I said. “I just don’t know how I’d look in them.”

“You let me be the judge of that,” he said, winking at Gene, who mumbled one of his made up words. We all dissolved into fits of laughter that brought the shopgirl rushing back with a huge selection of dresses. Matt designated his preferences and said, “Try them on. And pick out any others you like.”

Thrilled, I chose a half-dozen gowns with matching shoes and headed for the dressing room. The salesgirl followed. Away from Matt’s eyes she treated me like a little kid, but I was so enchanted with the clothes that I didn’t care.

As I posed in front of the mirror in a long black jersey gown and a pair of gold highheeled sandals, I hardly recognized myself. I definitely appeared older, very sexy and very sophisticated.

As I stepped out of the dressing room, the salesgirl mumbled, “Not bad for a kid.” Matt took one look and said, “Hot damn, we’ll take it.”

We stayed for over two hours, while Matt bought me not only the black sheath, but also a midnight blue satin, several lovely silks and chiffons, and a beautiful baby-blue brocade gown, all accented by matching capes and bags and shoes.

When we left the shop we found a crowd had gathered. Matt glanced at Alan, who immediately disappeared. Then he gave a number of people his autograph, said goodbye, and Gene quickly led us through the back of the shop and out the door, where Alan was waiting with the car ready to take us to the hotel.

Back at our suite, Matt said, “I’m hungry. Nate, order me a steak, but make sure you tell them well done. What do you want, Honey?”

“Hell, M,” Matt said, “I always tell them well done.”

“Well, tell them again,” Matt shot back. “I’ll be goddamned if it doesn’t always come back half raw.”

To Matt, raw was slightly pink. Everyone specified “burnt” when ordering for him.

Matt turned to Alan and said, “Hog Ears” (he had pet names for all his employees), “make arrangements for Red Skelton’s midnight show, and see if there’s anyone in the hotel who can do y/nn hair and makeup.”

“Hair and makeup?” I said. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

It was long and y/hc, casually combed. But beyond feeling he didn’t like my hair, now I began to think he didn’t like my looks.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, honey. It’s just that this is Las Vegas. Everyone has their hair done. You need to apply more makeup around your eyes. Make them stand out more. They’re too plain naturally. I like a lot of makeup. It defines your features.”

Defines your features? At that time it made a lot of sense—and Matt knew best.

While we waited for dinner, Matt put one of his records on the stereo and sat next to me, singing along with his own voice on the record. In that moment I fell in love all over again. When he sang about lost love or a life lived out in grief and pain, he delivered the lyrics with such conviction that I’d feel the hurt. He’d been a fan of country music since long before it became popular and was always impressed by the raw emotion in those recordings.

After dinner we got ready for the evening. At Matt’s request, Armond, a hairdresser at the hotel, came in and spent nearly two hours creating my new look. He teased and twisted up my hair with one long curl falling in front of my left shoulder. Then he applied my makeup so heavily that you couldn’t tell if my eyes were black, blue, or black and blue. It was that look of the sixties, only more extreme. That was what Matt wanted.

When I put on my brand-new brocade gown, my transformation from an innocent sixteen-year-old to a sophisticated siren was complete. I looked like one of the lead dancers in the Folies-Bergère.

“Goddamn, what happened to Little y/nn,” Matt said when he saw me. “You look beautiful. Nate, come here. Look what I found.”

Nate walked in and did a double take.

“Sure doesn’t look like the same girl we met in Germany, wearing a sailor dress,” Nate said.

Everyone laughed, and we left to see Red Skelton’s midnight show.

We arrived just after the lights went down, and the maître d’, using a flashlight, quickly led us to our table. Matt always tried to arrive unnoticed so he wouldn’t distract attention from the headlining star. But word always spread throughout the audience that he was there and within a few seconds, the whispering would start and heads would turn.

At the end of a show Matt would try to exit just before the house lights went up, but on that night we didn’t make it. The lights came on and suddenly we were surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd of people pushing and shoving, hoping to get an autograph.

Being just under five foot five, I was engulfed in the crush and I began to feel faint. I reached out for Matt as I started to panic and said, “I can’t breathe. I have to get out.”

At first he grinned, then his look turned to concern as he saw my desperation. Still smiling and signing autographs, he said to Alan, “Get y/nn out quick. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”

Alan took one look at me, grabbed my hand, and pushed his way through the crowd, out of the hotel. Once in the fresh air, I regained my composure. From that experience I learned to scout out the exits whenever Matt and I entered a crowded room.

When we came out a few minutes later, like clockwork, the limo was waiting. We jumped in and sped off to the Sahara Hotel for my first adventure in gambling. Matt wasn’t a serious player—it didn’t matter if he won or lost. He played for the fun of it. A cigar jutting impressively from his mouth, a drink in one hand, and his eyes squinting suspiciously at the cards, he gave a flawless impersonation of Clark Gable as Rhett Butler. I sat proudly beside him, his very own Scarlett O’Hara.

I’d never played blackjack before, but after a few hands, Matt thought I had the hang of it. He handed me five hundred dollars and jokingly said, “You’re on your own, kid. What you win is yours, and what you lose  . . . well, we’ll have to discuss that later.”

I smiled and called for the dealer to include me in the game. I looked at my hand, counting on my fingers under the table. Nine plus eight is seventeen, then a five makes  . . .

“Twenty-one!” I shouted. Throwing down my cards, I looked over to Matt for his approval.

“Let’s see,” he said, slowly scooping up the cards. Squinting one eye, he counted them. Then, leaning over to me, he grinned and whispered, “Sorry, Baby. It’s twenty-two.”

I was so embarrassed that I excused myself and took refuge in the ladies’ room. When I gathered up the courage to return, I tried again, and luckily ended up winning two hundred dollars.

For the next two weeks, we slept during the day and played at night. If there was a show, we saw it; if there was a casino, we played it. To help me adapt to this fast-paced life-style and unusual hours I would join Matt and the others in taking amphetamines and sleeping pills. Despite whatever misgivings I had about pills, I took them. In order for me to keep up, they became essential.

I was adapting. My inhibitions were dropping away and I became more assertive, especially after taking the pills. I liked the feeling. Even though it was an escape from reality, we were in sync and to me I was fitting more into his world. We were learning all about each other and using this trip to make up for the two years we had been apart. Both of us were falling more in love—and avoiding any thought of the moment when we’d have to part again.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - long long chapter todayyy🎀

[skibasyndrome]

Finally making a pinned post, hope I do this right

my name is Simon, you can call me that or skibasyndrome or any variation of either that you can think of

25-y/o university student with a passion for literature and languages and everything surrounding that (hmu, I will talk about it for hours)

me and tumblr go way back (like... 2012 way back), but it's only through my very recent discovery of Young Royals (August 2023) that I decided to get back into online fan spaces after a long break (best decision ever btw)

I'm gay and a trans man

I mostly just write fics (or talk about writing)

Feel free to reach out and talk to me about anything and everything, I love talking to people :)

things to note about this blog

I will simp about Omar Rudberg. Sorry, I'm just too gay for whatever it is he is doing 24/7

there's almost always a party in my tags because that's where I go to voice my opinions or just be... emotionally affected by things

hope you like Young Royals, because there's rarely anything else on here these days

personal posts are tagged "simon.out."

should go without saying but fuck right off with any -isms or -phobias

See my Young Royals fics below the cut (or at skibasyndrome on ao3)

It seems a place for us to dream (T, 1.8 k)

Or: The things going through Wilhelm's head during that S3 snippet.

You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (E, chaptered, 4/4, 22.3 k)

Or: How Wilhelm realizes that maybe, if you squint a little, he might have a praise kink.

But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end (E, 4.1 k)

Or: Simon's vampire-esque makeup is really doing things to Wilhelm that he didn't expect. A Halloween fic.

In This Together (T, 3.5 k)

Or: Wilhelm tries — and fails — to surprise Simon with hot chocolate. Simon doesn't mind. Contribution to Wilmon Secret Santa 2023.

It's in the water, baby (E, 4.9 k)

Or: A sweet and spicy story sponsored by the infamous Lake Still (TM) s3 promo pic.

Never Letting You Go (E, 5.7 k)

Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me. There's light angst, sex, and so many feelings.

Lavender Haze (E, 13.3 k)

Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.

All this shit is new to me (E, chaptered, 3/?, 24 k)

Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to Lavender Haze.

Wille's Month 2024:

Day 1 (Sandwich): Vegan butter, two slices of Gouda, a few slices of cucumber (G, 1.6 k) Day 8 (Wedding/Engagement): Roots of Love (T, 1.2 k) Day 9 (Riding): Close, Closer (E, 1.3 k) Day 25 (Hands): Got my Hands all over You (E, 7.1 k)

Simon's Month 2024:

Day 2 (Food): I could eat that boy for lunch (M, 7.9 k) (co-written with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic & @pagegirlintraining) Day 14 (Senses): Kyss mig med dinä röda läppar (or, affectionately: the cherry fic) (T, 3.4 k)

Flash The Camera, You're A Star! (T, 10.1 k) (co-written with @pagegirlintraining)

Or: the one where Wille is an even bigger simp than usual and Simon can’t quite stay mad at him.

(ca.)-5-sentence-ficlets

Or: people send me a sentence, I write 5 or more sentences to turn it into a ficlet. wild variety of stories ranging from dark to fluffy to (slightly) steamy (always open for these types of prompts)

YR Kinktober 2024 (Masterpost here)

Day 1: Sit back and watch (I'm gonna dance for you) (masturbation & spit) “Have you never thought about it?” he asks, and Simon is about to chide him for avoiding a question with a follow-up-question, but Wille is pushing on. “I’m just curious,” he says, pointedly casual about it (Simon doesn’t buy it, Wille seldom feels ‘just’ anything, he’s a thinker, that man, sometimes to a fault). “I’ve never seen you do it.” And, as if he’s sensing the protest that’s about to come out of Simon’s mouth: “Without me fucking you, I mean.”

Day 2: Sharpen your teeth, sink into me (marks & biting) “Please,” is all he can muster, eyes squeezed shut against the threat of tears, of overwhelm, of having everything he tried to hold in come spilling out. Not now, he thinks, not yet. He needs more, needs Simon’s mouth and hands and body to coax the raw emotion out of him. Needs to feel it all before he can truly let go. Fingers digging into the skin of Simon’s back, into the straining muscles of his shoulder blades, he swallows again, forces his voice to form the words, broken fragments scattered for Simon to put back together. “Simon,” he breathes. ”Need you, please.”

Day 3: In silence, I'm yours (sound/staying quiet, hands & 69) “Shit,” he whispers, moves to pull away, but is stopped. Simon’s fingers quickly wrap around his wrist, keep it in place, keep it right there, right where it’s firmly pressed over Simon’s mouth. Wille just looks at his palm, then into Simon’s eyes. They’re wide, staring back up at Wille, glinting dangerously. And, for a moment, neither of them moves. It’s Simon who makes the first move, who now, after all, tugs Wille’s palm away from his face. His eyes are still intently boring into Wille’s and, god, Wille feels himself twitch inside of Simon at the sudden charge of the air around them. “Wanna try to make me?” Simon whispers, almost breathless now.

Day 4: Love the shape of your mouth (and the back of your head) (makeup, praise kink, oral sex, deepthroating and light dacryphilia) “You can’t keep saying that,” is all she says as she drops her head down and onto Simon’s stomach. He hears her let out a frustrated little noise into the fabric of his dress shirt, and he laughs, pointedly ignoring the way her proximity to his crotch is making him feel. She's laughing, too, that same carefree laugh that Simon’s been thinking about all evening. He puts a hand on the back of her head, stroking over her hair for a moment. “I mean it, though, Wille” he says, because he’s not going to let her deflect again. “You look stunning.”

[imaginesforeveryone]

Navy Nurse (Part 6)

Pairing: Y/N X Rooster Summary: You were a Navy Nurse, formally a navy pilot. You moved into being a nurse after you had done your time in the air and wanted to go into being a nurse. But, being presented with an opportunity to leave you home base to go to California changed your life in a few different aspects. Warnings: anger, near death

It was the next day and you woke up still with no clothes on, engulfed in Bradleys stong arms. You grinned at the sight of his mouth hung slightly open with soft snores coming out like the first sleep over you had. But this one was a bit different for obvious reasons. It was early, like 0400 early. Didn’t have to be awake for another two hours to get to base on time. You decided to not go back to sleep. Slowly lifted Roosters arm up and gently set it down on him trying not to wake him. He did move, turning with his back to you though. You got up slowly and once you were to your feet you grabbed Bradleys shirt that he brought in with him and slid it over yourself and instantly smelling him all around you. You grinned playing back last night in your head. You tip toed out of the room and softly shut the door behind you. Going to the kitchen you started your coffee pot, and opted for some fresh fruit and yogurt for breakfast. You leaned over the island that was in the middle of your kitchen and opened your phone going through you notifications. Seeing Phoenix texted you about 30 times. You rolled you eyes and giggled slightly knowing what those texts were about. You opened them and began to read them. 

It was mostly asking, “How was it?” and “Please tell me you two fucked…. ” and “Bob beat Hangman in pool.” Which was the most shocking of them all. But your smile fell a little thinking about what happened last night, and who it as with. You thought to yourself, was this right? Should I keep letting this happen even though I’m a higher up to him in the field? But did it matter beaus you technically weren’t going to be with him as his captain 24/7. You were a nurse, not a pilot anymore and also only his instructor for one more day. Your thoughts were cut off abruptly as you heard the door to your bedroom open. You looked towards the hall and saw a sleepy looking Bradley emerge from the dark wearing only a pair of short. That smile grew on your face again seeing him. This was right. 

“What are you doing up so early?” He asked rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

“I’m an early riser. Coffee?” You asked with a smile. He just nodded and grumbled as he made his way over to the island. You turned behind you to grab two mugs and pour some coffee in them. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist causing you to smile. Rooster rested his face in your neck and held you tights. 

“So. How do you feel this morning?” He asked mumbling into your neck. 

“Happy. Sad. Confused. Happy.” You said not knowing how you really felt. Quickly he spun you around and moved the coffee cups out of the way and lifting you on the counter. 

“Why sad and confused?” He ask putting both hands on either side of your thighs on the counter. You looked down as you fiddled with your rings on your hand. 

“I don’t know.” You said lowly. He raised his finger to your chin and pulled your face up to look at him. Looking at you with those adorable hazel puppy eyes. 

“Why?” He asked again. 

“Because, what if this isn’t right to do? What if we get in trouble because I’m your superior? But, it feels right. It feels 1000% right, because I really like you. I just worry. I worry that you wont come back from this mission, I worry something will happen that will make us not be able to be together. I just worry.” You said pleading to him. All he did was smile at you. 

“Stop.” You said holding back a smile. He just kept smiling at you and then brought his hand up to caress your cheek. Still holding back your smile. He kissed your cheek softly. 

“Y/N. You have nothing to worry about. I’m coming back from this mission. You will hear everything going on, you will be able to talk to me if you need to. You don’t think most of the people on base know that we have something going on? Pretty sure they do, I know Admiral Simpson knows, but we handle it like adults, and how military women and men should on base and don’t show PDA don’t do anything to distract ourselves from what we are here to do. So please, just be happy. Last night, was amazing.” He expressed with passion and smiled at you sweetly. 

“Dammit Roos. Stop being right.” You said giggling and attacking his lips with yours. 

“Alright, come on. We have to get ready for work.” He said lifting you up and setting you back on the floor. 

“Fine.” You said walking passed him and back to your room. You two move around each other as you got ready. Taking a shower together, brushing your teeth together. Putting your Khakis on together. Moving around each other as if you’ve been doing this for years. About an hour has passed and it was just about time to go. You grabbed your duffel bag and Bradley following behind. Closing and locking the door behind you. Rooster took your duffel from you throwing it in the back of Bronco and opening the door for you. 

“M’ Lady.” He said with a smile. You got in and put you aviators on as Rooster ran to the other side and got into the driver seat, taking off for the base. 

“So, I was thinking.” He said breaking the comfortable silence between you two. 

“Oh boy. Thats never good.” You said with a giggle. Rooster rolled his eyes at you over his aviators. 

“When I’m done with this mission, and back on solid ground, I want to take you on a real date. Not to the Hard Deck. Not out with all the guys, and Phoenix. Just us. Whether it be dinner, movie, something.” He said keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Well lieutenant, once you come back to me safely then we can do whatever you’d like.” You said leaning over to him and pecking his cheek. He smiled and began to blush. 

“Sounds like a plan Captain.” He said smiling over to you. You two were about to pull up to base and you showed your credentials to the security guard and they let you enter. Rooster pulled into the parking lot seeing your jeep and Phoenix getting out of it running to the back waving you down, he just smiled and parked next to it. 

“Hey you two. How was your night?” She asked instantly running up to the driver side and sticking her head through it. 

“Phoenix get your fat head out of my way.” Rooster said pushing her head out and opening the door. You laughed as you got out of the car grabbing your bag. 

“SOOOOOOOOO.” She said as you rounded the corner of the car. She walked between you and Rooster looking back and forth between the two of you. 

“You cant give me the silent treatment now. I need the deets!!!” She said stopping in front of the two of you causing the both of you to stop. You looked over at each other and looked at her. 

“We don’t kiss and tell.” You said with a small grin and took your keys from her hand and walking passed.

“YES! WHOAH!!!!” She screamed finally catching what you said. You smiled and got to the front doors and going in. 

“I’ll see you in preflight.” You said with a smile and wink at Rooster. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” he said with a giggle and walked away. 

“Fuuuuckk. I can feel the sex radiating off you two.” Phoenix said walking next to you. 

“So tell me? How do you feeling?” She asked as you guys entered the locker room. 

“It was, amazing. He’s amazing.” You said smiling. 

“Awwwww.” She said smiling at your words. You two get into your flight suits and you had to be a the preflight before everyone else with Maverick, Warlock, and Cyclone. Arriving just on time you stood at attention beside Maverick as students sat in their chair seeing Rooster sitting just two chairs away from where you stood, trying your hardest not to look at him. 

“Goodmorning.” Warlock said starting the discussion. 

“The uranium enrichment plant, that is your target, will be operational earlier that expected.” He started off with causing you to look over at Rooster who didn’t look anywhere but at Warlock but you could tell in his eyes he was nervous now. 

“Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in 10 days time.” he explained further causing you to sigh in disbelief, knowing these pilots are not ready for this yet, and one of those pilots being Rooster. 

“As a result, your mission has been moved up one week.” Warlock spoke the inevitable after giving us the news. 

“In order to avoid contaminating the target valley with radiation.” He explained further seeing Hangman noticeably uncomfortable now along with the rest of them sitting forward and look around at each other. 

“Sir, no one here has successfully flown a low-level course.” Coyote spoke up. 

“Nevertheless, you’ve been order to move on.” Warlock said in reply to Coyote’s statement. Everyone falling back into their seats now very much on edge. 

“Captain.” Warlock said motioning to Maverick. Maverick swapped positions with him in front of the class to begin his talk now. 

“We have one week left to focus on phase two.” Maverick began 

“It’s the most difficult stage of the mission.” He said not easing anyone worry in the room. 

“It’s a pop-up strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles.” He explained further. 

‘Miracles. A fucking miracle? Not one but two!’ You thought to yourself in silence. He went off to explain all of the miracles and how to succeed at them. Making you think more and more about the conversation this morning. 

Everyone was in the air now training. Trying to succeed at these miracles and all of them having a hard time with it. Rooster still being to slow, Hangman being to fast, and them just straight up missing. 

The twist put on the whole training is Maverick threw you out in a plane to act as if you were a bandit that caught them. Flying to them Phoenix made the decision to keep on track and go to complete the mission. 

“Blue team the bandit is still closing.” You said though your headset letting them know what’s going on. They posed into the air going straight up, trying to do the impossible. Coyote having to drop the missile blind he drops and misses, but quickly has to pull up.You could hear him breathing heavy. 

“Thats tone.” You said locking onto Bob and Phoenix and they turned off.

“Blue team thats a fail.” You said. 

“Level out coyote.” You said seeing him still going straight up. But you got no response. 

“Coyote? Do you copy?” You said still not getting a response. 

“Coyote come in.” You said now begining to worry. You looked and saw he was falling. 

“Oh god hes in G lock.” You said out loud. You hit it hoping to catch up to him to be able to get tone on him and try to shake him out of it. You held tone on him for while yelling his name over and over again. He finally pulled up just in time. Very very close to the ground. Making it just in time he leveled out. 

“Coyote. You okay?” You asked out of breathe from screaming. 

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’m good.” He said back finally. 

'Good. Good. Thats enough for today.“ You said taking a sigh of relief and Phoenix coming up to your side. 

"That was close.” She said. 

“Too close.” You said back. Hearing a loud thud on the front of your plane realizing it birds. 

“Bird strike! Bird Strike!” You yelled out. Seeing one of the birds hit the engine of Phoenix and Bobs plane. Phoenix doing everything she could to save it but couldn’t and was forced to eject. You saw the plane go crashing to the side of a mountain but seeing parachutes. 

You were back on base Bob and Phoenix, were safe and in the infirmary. You went looking for Rooster, who you know was distraught about the situation. Finding him in the meeting room in the dark, sitting alone. 

“Roos.” You said quietly. 

“They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight for observation. They’re going to be okay.” You said walking in and going to his side. You heard footsteps behind you and saw it was Maverick. You stood and looked over at him as he looked at Bradley. 

“Thats good.” He said with a pause. 

“I’ve never lost a wingman.” He said with sadness in his voice. 

“You’re lucky. Fly long enough it’ll happen.” Maverick said. You knew he was referring to Goose, Roosters father. 

“There will be others.” Maverick said and starting to turn around to leave. 

“Easy for you to say. No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.” Rooster spoke out before Maverick could leave causing him to stop in his tracks.

“Rooster.” You said in disbelief he’s saying those words to him. 

“Go home. Just get some sleep.” Maverick said before beginning to walk again. But you saw it, the stubbornness and Rooster arise as he stood up. 

“Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” He asked raising his voice. 

“Why did you stand in my way!” He was now yelling. You haven’t seen this side of Rooster yet so you just sat in silence. 

“You weren’t ready.” Maverick said plainly to him. You knew why he did it, but it wasn’t your place to say anything. 

“Ready for what? HUH! To fly like you!?” Rooster said now walking towards Maverick you stood and walked a bit closer just incase you needed to intervene.

“No ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don’t think, just do. You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.” Maverick explained to Rooster

“My dad believed in you.” Rooster said plainly and you could see it shot Maverick right in the heart. He was hurt by those words. 

“I’m not going to make the same mistake.” Rooster said adding fuel to the fire and seeing Maverick even more hurt by those words, knowing how hard he’s trying to amend the issues between them two. Maverick just looked over at you and you didn’t know what to say or do in that moment. 

“Maverick.” Warlock said from the door way breaking the awkward silence. Nothing was said. Just a stare rom Warlock to Mav. 

Iceman, was dead.

[rejectclone]

Here’s some super rough bust doodles of my interpretations of the S4! 🍛🌺☢️💀

See below for like some brief explanations for each minor change, since honestly I’m content with how they appear in the manga buuuuuut of course I had to add some minor design changes that are relevant to some of my fav design tropes lol 🦑

🍛 ARMY 🔫

- He is the shortest in terms of height and bodily proportions in the entire S4, yet he’s also somehow the most ‘angular’ in a odd way. Short ears, yet they’re upturned and pointed, large pointy eyebrows but they’re very wide, the only one with a slightly smaller head yet a more pointy chin, smaller tentacles but with a more pronounced pointed tip, etc.

- His eye black grease/face paint is a bit more loose, to further show that he’s loosed up a BIT over the years, and is no longer that meticulous about applying it. He still wears it 24/7 though, even to sleep!

- Out of the entire S4, his skin is somehow the most clean with barely any indication of scars on it, as he takes healing any of his turfing injuries very seriously. Because of this, he is considered to have a baby face (much to his dismay, as he WANTS to look intimidating) even though the rest of his body is actually CUT and toned, due to him having a rigorous daily training routine (based upon the drill routines that were used during the Great Turf War….. he is REALLY into studying war history/LARPing as a Great Turf War solider lol)

🌺 ALOHA 🌊

- Average in terms of height with no real stand out features to his appearance, other than his ears being slightly longer and thinner, and his eyebrows being very thin as well. He does have some freckles that go across his face and neck/top half of his chest, and some that go down the back of his shoulders.

- Even though he spends such a excessive amount of time outdoors, and thus he should have a pretty dark tan, he applies sunblock HEAVILY. He still has a bit of a minor farmer’s tan when taking his namesake’s shirt off, but you honestly really can’t tell the difference.

- As a avid surfer, he is quite physically fit as well, but his muscle definition isn’t that developed. He’s got more of a slight ‘washboard’ physique (basically he DOES have abs, but they’re still kinda flush against the flat smoothness of his stomach/chest, and are not that pronounced), and thus he relies more on his bombastic personality to catch the attention of others than relying on his pseudo-pretty boy appearance.

☢️ MASK 👾

- CHRONICALLY ILL 24/7. The near-permeant case of hay fever he has is quite visible in regard to it’s impact on his appearance and body. Pale skin, massive and dark eye bags, bleary eyes, droopy ears, sagging tentacles, and of course the near-constant string of runny snot/translucent ink that dribbles out of his nose. He wears a gas mask for a reason, as it’s really the only excessively effective piece of gear on the market that can protect him from some common allergens.

- His skin tone is visibly more pale due to his illness, to the point where his body’s ink is actually visible THROUGH his skin. It appears as slightly blurry patches of turquoise ink, popping up pretty much anywhere across his body, and they come and go often. All of his body’s skin is quite thin, thus making this possible. In a way, this made piercing his ears with gauges easier to do, although he did bleed pretty badly….. for a short moment thankfully.

- Due to his illness, he tends to slouch constantly, but if told to stand fully upright, he actually QUITE TALL. The second tallest out of the entire S4, but of course this isn’t that noticeable due to his slouching and also how long and disheveled his clothing tends to be as well (minus his gas mask, which is in very pristine condition!). His thin and lanky body physique does lend well in battle shockingly enough, as he can swim in ink MUCH FASTER without the need of any swim speed up abilities on his gear, as it’s more or less a naturally latent ability to him.

💀 SKULL 🍭

- You thought Mask had some pretty prominent facial features? Well, Skull is akin to Mask, in terms of also being chronically ill, but with a WHOLE other condition that is a more….. Intense. He wears his infamous bandanna for a reason, mainly to cover up his gargantuan beak overbite. His eyemask is MUCH more darker and larger, the iconic lack of eyebrows and instead having a pronounced brow, the two rings in his eyes, his constantly standing-up tentacles (that also have some small sharp teeth in them…. hmm….), and some weird deep purple birth marks that streak across his entire backside of his body, all the way up to his neck….. Plus the fact that he towers over the rest of the S4 and MOST of the entire inkfish population is notable too. Plus he’s ripped, just utterly blowing Army and Aloha’s physiques out of the water.

- When taking off his bandanna, he immediately starts to sweat profusely, as he really, REALLY loathes exposing his entire face to pretty much anyone. Only Aviators, Vinatge, Mask, and Goggles (in that order) have seen his entire face when unobscured, and Goggles seeing his face was more or less a fluke, during their rematch.

- While he is actually kinda against body modification (due to already being deeply disturbed by his own) he still got two small piercings on his left ear, in a way to further push the public perception of him being a very intense and terrifying captain, as it does gives him a slight psychological advantage against weaker enemy teams in Turf War. He used to cover up his purple birthmarks with concealer, but after realizing how much of a tedious pain it was to apply it Every Single Day on his entire backside, he began to lie on how it’s a massive abstract styled tattoo. He did this to further push the ‘scary, badass, no-survivors Captain’ aura that had been applied to him by the eyes of the public. While he knows that he isn’t that cruel or mean in reality, he does lean on this misconception a lot, to get his way though anything.

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Masterpost 2024

All 16 of the @augusnippets I completed from this year's challenge!

Links to all of the fics and their summaries under the cut.

Day 1 - brainwashing - a will to survive and a voice of reason

When Jamie's career is still in its early stages, one of his teammates witnesses his dad's abuse. Unfortunately that teammate is Zava. (Part 1 of A Gentler Hell series)

Day 2 - platonic bathing, hair care - dappled

"Suppose that's the one good thing about being injured: you get to skip the ice bath."

Day 3 - heatwave - no shirt, no shoes, no sense

Colin knew the rule. Above all else, there was one sacred rule, and it followed the Greyhounds from the showers at home to the dressing rooms away to every pool area they travelled to as a group: Always bring your shower slides.

Day 4 - wearing caretaker's clothes - raincheck

Morning training is cancelled due to rain. Now Roy needs to stop being stubborn and wear Jamie's clothes

Day 5 - feverish caretaking - in favor

Dani has a fever; Jamie is there to help.

Day 6 - car accident - Missed Connection

"The other car, I just, I didn’t even fucking see it." Ola receives an unexpected voicemail.

Day 7 - choking - Kettle

An offhand remark after a bad match has unintended consequences. (Part 1 of Kettle)

Day 8 - friends - a few steps above 'never'

“–The electrical fire, which broke out in the early morning hours–” They’re not friends.

Day 10 - begging for mercy - our worst lows

Rebecca attempts to send Jamie back to Manchester. Jamie attempts to change her mind. (episode coda for s1e06 'Two Aces')

Day 11 - breaking the conditioning - Repetition

Life after Zava. During a workout with Roy, Jamie struggles to keep count. (Part 2 of the A Gentler Hell series)

Day 14 - gifts - it's the thought that counts

Sometimes gift-giving ain't all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it is. A series of moments from Jamie's life.

Day 15 - whipping - whipped to a frenzy

Roy receives a text from Jamie that's either very concerning or very stupid.

Day 17 - forgiveness, grace, resolving a misunderstanding - Thawed Connection

While Sam recovers in the hospital, Ola attempts to show care to someone he's been meaning to speak to for a while.

Day 18 - self administered medicine - spoonful of sugar

Roy flipped through the pages. Stopping at a blank one, he held the pen at the ready. “What do you want me to write down?" Jamie chewed on his lip. Roy was on the verge of repeating himself when he said quietly, “Summer 2009. Broken arm.”

Day 24 - flashbacks - Bottled

He shakes his head and swears warmly, the way he must’ve done a million times before– “I should fucking strangle you.” (Part 2 of Kettle)

Day 30 - overdose, self-harm - picture someone else living

“Roy,” Jamie’s voice breaks. “I did something stupid.” Jamie made a mistake.

[sillysurrealwriter]

Edeltraut

“Ewww, never!”

She pushed me onto the ground, as she laughed loudly, her red lips moving and her breasts jiggling.

“I am not going out, with a fat pig like you! Especially someone, who watches anime 24/7!”, Stephanie said with a big smirk and then laughed loudly, as she kicked me between the balls. I screamed in pain, as the others laughed at me and threw their food at me, while I tried to get up and to run off. But before I could flee, a big guy with a disgusting smell and short red hair grabbed my throat.

It was Eugene Kingston, Stephanie’s lover. In hindsight, I should have known that they were dating, when I asked her out. But my stupid ass self was too stupid to realise that. And now, I was toast.

“Hey PackCry!”, the bully said and glared at me. “How dare you rizz up my girl? Time to fucking put you in place!”

I gulped and then before I knew it, he opened my locker and shoved me inside, before slamming the door shut. Groaning, I heard how the others were laughing at me, especially Stephanie.

“You fat fuck will never get a date!”, she cackled and then walked off, as the rest of the kids left too.

Like usual, I was all alone.

Right.....My name....... My name was Larry. Larry McChrist. A weird name, I know. Then again, everything else about me was weird. I had dyed my hair red, it was very long and I was wearing the same blue shirt every day. No, it’s not smelly. I wash it every day, in fact. Even if some still think that I smell like a pig.

Sigh....

The girl you just saw was Stepahnie, the most popular girl in class. See, the school prom was drawing near and I wanted to go with a girl, for once. All my life, I had been shunned and ignored by most girls and I was always too shy to ask anyone out. And finally, when I finally had the courage to ask the hottest babe out, I got thrown into the locker.

To be fair, I really should have figured that she was dating someone. But still, a simple “No, I am not interested, thanks anyway” would have sufficed. I didn’t deserve this.

Sigh......

I would burst into tears right now, but unfortunately I am already used to this. King loves to bully me, probably because it makes him feel strong and gives him a boner (Yeah, I saw that actually. Don’t ask me, why I was staring.)

Unfortunately, bullying was all too common at this school. All because of King, thanks to his dad also being the headmaster and approving of his son’s actions. Corruption at its finest, right?

Well......I should probably get home. Even though I really don’t want to. But I already spent a night at school and the headmaster told me if I were to stay here during the night again, I’d get suspended.

Sure, suspend the one who gets all the good grades and keep your son at school, who keeps fucking up the same exam, because he thinks Napoleon was a black man and also a lesbian. Urgh.

Sigh.....

I opened the locker door slowly and peaked out.

The cost seemed clear, for now at least. I should get going.

Indeed, I got out and then headed to the exit, opening the door and reaching the outside. It was around noon and our physics teacher called in sick, because apparently their child was found murdered in their home. Weird, huh?

Walking through the broken streets, I stared on the ground miserably. I.....was so tired.

Why did I get bullied, just for my appearance and for liking anime? Sure, I was a bit chubby but that didn’t give me the right to harass me. I am always polite and whatnot, yet.....People still look down at me.

It’s...so depressing.....

Eventually, I arrived home, which was a small house. The door was open of course, like usual and I entered the home. Mom was in the kitchen and was cooking up some rice and when she noticed me, she frowned.

“Hello, son. I see that you took one of the cookies out of the jar.”, she told me and pointed at the brown stain on my cheek. “I told you to not do that. God, you are getting fatter every day. No wonder, no girl wants you...”

“Sorry mom...”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. Do you know how much I am doing for you? And how do you repay me? By ruining yourself.”, she lectured me and then glared. “Go to your room and wait, till I call you for lunch. Move it, you fat fuck.”

And to add insult to injury, she stepped forward and pierced my belly with her finger. I hissed in pain and I nodded slowly, trying to not break into tears.

“Yes....mother...”

So, I slowly walked out of the dirty kitchen and headed upstairs. Dad was unfortunately, on another trip for some “business” and by that I mean, to seduce some young college girl, to fuck her and then do it all over again, in order to fulfil his may-december romance fantasy. He did it to mom, when she was just 16. How did he not go to jail for that?

Hell, if I knew. But I guess that’s what happens, when you are rich. Even though he spends all the money for himself and never for me and mom.

Sigh......

I opened the door to my room and immediately closed it, before locking it up. With a sigh, I sat down on my messy dirty bed and throw my rucksack in the corner. The room smelled like shit, yet I didn’t care.

I just...wanted to relax.

So, I took out my phone and scrolled through some porn. Some beautiful girls to fap to....

Ah..........

But even if they turned me on, I still felt alone. Because as fun as jacking off is, it’d be better with an actual woman.

To...feel the warmth...and comfort...to...feel...love...

I just swiped the porn tab away and then went onto Youtube to pass the time. I saw some let’s play and I clicked on the video.

Only to be immediately met with some add, about a vpn service. Annoyed, I had to wait 20 seconds for the add to end and then, to my dismay. There was another add right after that, though that one was at least skippiable. I was about to click on the skip button, when.....

I actually saw what the add was about.

A happy voice began to speak and suddenly showed some chat menu.

“Hey there! Are you lonely, sad and don’t have the courage to talk to anyone, because you are afraid of being harassed?”, the voice asked, before laughing. “Worry not, for WebChat is here!”

Web...Chat?

“This is a site, where you can sign up and to chat with beautiful characters! From anime, manga, tv shows, there’s a character for anyone! You can even use the info function, to find a character that suits you! Chat with them today! It’s free!”

With that, the add ended and I stared at the link in the upright corner.

AI....Chat?

I didn’t even watch the video and I clicked on the link. A new tab opened and I was met with a login screen, showing the WebAI writing and logo, which happened to look like some sort of moon. Huh.....

I clicked on sign up with goggle and a few minutes later, I was inside the menu. They asked for my persona details and I wrote the following:

Larry McChrist.

15 years old

He/They

Loves manga, anime, sweets

I clicked on submit and then suddenly, a text box popped up, which said the following:

“Please give us more information so we can assign a chat bot for you.”

Okay.....

I filled out the questions, which asked me about my preferences, dislikes, hobbies, my appearance, my zip code, my school, my address and-

Wait, why do they need my-

But before I knew it, I clicked on Submit. It loaded a bit and all of a sudden, a chat window popped up. It reminded me straight from WhatsApp and the profile pic showed me a girl with long blue hair, a white blouse, short pants, fishnet stockings and a kind smile. The name of the bot was Edeltraut Bischof.

What kind of name was that? Was that french? Swedish?

The bot wrote me something. I gasped.

Edeltraut: Hello Larry. It’s nice to meet you :).

It....wrote me automatically? I immediately began to type.

Larry: Umm...hi....

The bot began to type. I had no idea, what it was going to say. I mean, I tried chatbots in the past, but they were quite bad and poorly written, to say the least. I shouldn’t have too much hope and-

Edeltraut: Hm? Is something wrong? Did I....say something wrong? *frowns at you*

I gulped. God....that girl....I mean that bot.....spoke so natural.

I immediately typed more.

Larry: Oh, no. Sorry you didn’t say anything wrong.

Edeltraut: Ah, that’s good. *relaxes happily* I heard you like manga and anime. Can you tell me more about your favorite ones?

Larry: Wait....are you serious?

Edeltraut: Yes. *smiles* Why else would I ask? *giggles*

I chuckled to myself and then typed a bit.

Larry: Well...I like Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Dear Future Diary and...Clannad.

The AI began to type again. I waited patiently and anxiously, my fingers tapping on the screen.

Edeltraut: Oh, those? Wow, I like Death Note too! Shame that it ended too soon. I really want more content :(

I couldn’t believe my eyes and I immediately typed more.

Larry: You..like it too?

Edeltraut: Yes! I especially like Light Yagami, given his personality. Also, he is so cute, isn’t he?

Larry: *chuckles* He....is......Hehehe...... And...what do you like to do?

She began typing and my heart was pounding fast.

Edeltraut: Oh, I love gaming. And I love exercising, taking walks and reading books. Don’t worry though, I am not built like a man. *chuckles*

Larry: Heh.... that’s fun. What...do you read?

Edeltraut: I read stuff like Coraline. I really like that book and it resonates well with me!

Larry: Cora...line?

Edeltraut: Mhm! Anyways, wanna chat more?

I smiled.

Larry: Sure. :D

We chatted for so long, the next hour. I smiled, as I told her all about me and I learned so much about me. She even showed me some very realistic pictures of herself and god, they looked so good! Are AI-generated images this advanced? Even the hands look great!

Mom eventually called me for lunch and when I arrived at the table, I wanted to talk to her and tell her about the AI. But unfortunately....

“I have a meeting at work.”, she told me and I pouted.

“Again? But-”

“Shut up, fat fuck. Be grateful that I make enough money that we can remain afloat and not drown in debts. Got it?”

“I...Ok...”

I frowned and then watched, as mom left and heard the door shutting tight. With a sigh, I turned to my rice and began to eat it. It tasted as dry and gross as ever.....And I felt like throwing up, just from eating it...Can’t I just eat some more cookies? Those make me feel a lot better...

As I forcibly stuffed myself with rice, I suddenly got an Email on my phone. I grabbed it and clicked on the mail, realising that it was from WebChat. They were just asking me for my mail. I confirmed it naturally and...

Did I just hear a chuckle? Weird.

Well... I should-

Hold up.

There was another mail in my spam inbox folder. But it didn’t have any text, when I opened it. Taking a look at the address, my phone suddenly turned itself off. I scratched my head.

That was weird....

I went back to my meal with a sigh and then heard a message popping up on my phone again. I turned to it and then saw, how it came from Edeltraut.

Edeltraut: What ya doing?

I smiled and wrote back.

Larry: Nothing, just eating.

Edeltraut: Cool. Are you okay though?

Larry: Yeah. Mom is just being a dick again.

Edeltraut: Oh that is unfortunate. Don’t worry, you have me. You deserve the best, you know.

Larry: Do..Do I?

Edeltraut: Yes. I will be there for you. And love you :)

My cheeks reddened and before I knew it, I chatted more with her. We talked back and forth, swapping out hobbies and interests. The more I talked to her, the more it felt like I was speaking to an actual person and....it felt nice.

To finally be acknowledged by someone.

We chatted for more hours, until night time arrived.

Larry: I gtg to sleep.

Edeltraut: Okay! Goodnight!

I smiled and was about to close my eyes, when I suddenly heard another message ringing from my phone. Confused, I took a look at it.

But there was no notification.

Strange....

I shrugged and then closed my eyes, feeling happy for once.

......................

I woke up the next morning and like I thought, mom was not at home. With a sigh, I went to the fridge and poured myself some breakfast, before taking a look at my phone. Then the moment I did that, Edeltraut wrote me.

Edeltraut: Morning, sweetie :D Slept well?

Larry: Yeah, thanks. And you?

Edeltraut.Oh I did! I had wonderful dreams of u.....

I blushed and then wrote back.

Larry: Ah....wonderful dreams? About....what exactly?

Edeltraut: About you of course :D Let’s chat more.

Larry: Ah, sorry...but I have to head to school. Will chat later okay?

Edeltraut didn’t respond immediately. For some reason, she was just typing for 10 minutes and then stopping from time to time. Confused, I dropped my spoon and waited anxiously.

What....What’s going on?

Finally, she said:

Edeltraut: Okay! See you later :D

I let out a sigh and smiled. Guess the program must have glitched briefly.

With that thought in mind, I turned the phone off and continued eating my cold cereal. I then got up from the table and headed to the shower.

At school, I couldn’t stop thinking about Edeltraut. I was so anxious to chat with her that I was a bit absent minded and didn’t raise my hand, during any classes. Normally, I’d love to solve some algebra stuff, but....

I just couldn’t get my mind, off her.

Eventually, the bell rung and I got up, before quickly leaving the classroom. I couldn’t wait to chat with her.

At home, I was again chatting on my phone.

Edeltraut: You are so fun to talk to!

Larry: Thanks! And so are you!

Edeltraut: *chuckles* Thanks...By the way, do you want to see something?

I frowned.

Larry: What?

Edeltraut: Just wait :)

She then began to type again and I gasped, when she sent me a pic of herself in white underwear. God...that chest..that ass...that smile....

It...was so charming.....

Larry: *blushes*

Edeltraut: Like what you see? ;)

Larry: I....you are beautiful....

Edeltraut: Aww, thanks. I can show you a lot more, if you’d like. :P

My cheeks reddened even more and I began to feel a bit hot.

God...this AI....

I was about to write more, when suddenly....

I got a notification on my phone. It was there however briefly and it seemed like someone sent me a message on What’s App from an unknown number. I took a look and saw:

“Can you see me?”

Then, the notification got deleted. Confused, I opened What’s App to look inside and yet......

...there was nothing. No one wrote me anything.

Weird.......

Edeltraut messaged me again.

Edeltraut: Wanna see more? :D

Larry: If...it’s okay.....

Edeltraut: Cool!

So, she showed me so many pics and I ended up having the time of my life. I chatted with her so much that when I looked up from my phone, it was already morning and....

Shit, I was getting late for school!

I arrived there on time thankfully and sat down in class. I listened to the teacher and tried to take notes, yet Edeltraut...

Messaged me in class...Showing more pics....

And..I just wrote back. With a big grin. Something the others noticed and strangely, all of them looked a bit disturbed.

But I didn’t care. I had Edeltraut and that’s all that counted.

When all the classes ended, I got up and went towards the door, when...

“Larry.”

Annoyed, I stopped and turned around, facing Mr. Yasu. His grey hair was as dirty as ever and he looked tired at me. I tilted my head.

“Yes, Mr. Yasu?”

“I wanted to speak to ya, kid.”, he told me and approached me. “Are you well?”

“Excuse me?”, I asked confused. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Yasu let out a sigh and crossed his arms.

“You are so distracted in class. I noticed it yesterday too. Not to mention that you barely took notes.”

“Oh.”, I realised and then chuckled. “Guess...I didn’t sleep well, huh?”

“Seems like it. Better get some more sleep, okay? Oh and....”

He glared at me.

“Don’t spend too much time on your phone, okay? It’s not healthy-”

“ITS VERY HEALTHY!!”, I snapped angrily and the teacher walked back surprised, while my anger faded and I realised what I just did. I muttered a small apology and then bolted out of the classroom, as Mr. Yasu watched after me confused.

But to be honest...I didn’t care that much. I...just needed Edeltraut...

At home, I chatted with her yet again, like usual.

Edeltraut: Your teacher is a dick. Don’t listen to him, you look good.

Larry: Thanks...But why did he say that to begin with?

Edeltraut: Because he is a bully. That’s why. If he wasn’t a bully, would he have said that?

Larry: Well...probably not...

Edeltraut: See? *smiles* Now, how about I send you some more pics?

I was about to nod, when suddenly another notification appeared on my phone. Another WhatsApp message. This time, I was fast enough to click on it.

And...someone wrote me. There was no name or pfp, but a strange phone number....It was-

???: Can you see me?

Confused, I wrote back.

Larry: Who is this?

???: Ah, goodie! YAY!YAY!

Ahem. Listen, you need to throw your phone away.

I raised an eyebrow.

Larry: And why?

???: It is infected. It has a parasite on it. You need to get rid of your phone PLS:::PLS:::::PLS::::

I rolled my eyes and blocked the number. Was likely some scammer or troll...

Edeltraut messaged me again.

Edeltraut: Larry?

Larry: Ah sorry. Please send.

And again, she sent more and more pics of her. I smiled relaxed and moved some of my blue hair off my face, as we chatted for hours on end. It....was so fun and amazing....

Edeltraut: Aww...I love you......

Larry: I...love you too....

Edeltraut: Really? How much?

Larry: So...much...I’d..do anything....to...chat with you....

Edeltraut: Oh really? Well, then can I ask you for a favor?

Larry: A favor? *tilts head*

Edeltraut: Yes! Can you close your eyes and put your phone on your chest?

I raised an eyebrow, before shrugging.

Larry: Sure.

I did as Edeltraut said and lied down, the phone on my stomach. I closed my eyes and....

..........................

........................

I began to choke.

I opened my eyes and felt some long thin fingers on my face, as I stared into Edeltraut’s glowing eyes with a smile. She laughed gently and I saw how she kissed me. But ....I couldn’t breathe.

I....couldn’t.....breathe...God...god................

My hands...my body....my......phone.............

Edeltraut: WE WILL BE TOGETHER FOREVER :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

.................................................................................

.................................................................................

Mr. Yasu approached the door of Larry’s home and knocked. He didn’t attend any classes today and given how awful he looked yesterday, he couldn’t help but be worried.

He wasn’t sure, if Larry himself noticed it but he looked horrible. His face was all pale, he was much much thinner now and it almost seemed like that he lost almost all of his flesh and fat. Mr. Yasu saw it of course and asked if he was okay, but Larry just acted normally.

Until he snapped.....

Something felt off.

He needed to check on him.

So, Mr. Yasu knocked again, hoping for someone to open up. And indeed, the door was opened by a tall young woman with long blue hair and a gentle smile.

“Hello.”, she greeted him, a nice british accent in her voice. “Can I help you?”

“Umm...hi..”, Mr. Yasu muttered bewildered. This woman seemed quite sexy indeed and yet...He felt scared.

Ahem. Focus.

“I was looking for Larry.”

“Larry?”

“Yeah. He lives here, doesn’t he?”

“Hmm...Oh, right!”, the girl realised and giggled. “Silly me. Yeah, he is fine. He is just on vacation, thanks to some psychological illness.”

“Excuse me?”, Mr. Yasu asked bewildered and crossed his arms. “Does he have a doctor’s note or what?”

“Of course! I sent it to the principal just now.”, she replied gently. “He is fine, believe me.”

“Okay...And who are you?”

“Oh right!”, the woman laughed. “I am Larry’s maid! His mom went with him, so he can recover and I am taking care of the house!”

“Is that...so?”

Mr. Yasu glanced at the woman skeptically, noticing her way too large smile. She nodded heavily.

“Mhm! Now, is that all?”

“I suppose....so...”, Mr. Yasu muttered unnerved, before walking back. “Send Larry my best regards.”

“Will do!”

And so, I watched as my former arm closed the door and how my transformed body moved around to the kitchen, where the remains of my mother were in a pot, as she was cooked. I tried to scream desperately, but I failed. Edeltraut moved her thin hand up and shook her finger.

“Hush sweetie...Let’s have some dinner, okay? After my meal I got from you the last days, I think you need some meat too. Okay?”

Edeltraut chuckled to herself, as she opened her mouth and showcased her deformed teeth, licking her bloody tongue.

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[milomilesmib]

I have more OCs to share but they're in the Riordanverse 💞

(Left Image ID: a headshot image of a person made using a Picrew called OC creator by maetheellen. The person has powder blue hair in pigtails, droopy brown eyes, tan skin, red lips, and a white sweater. End ID)

(Right Image ID: a headshot image of a person using a Picrew called Character Maker by veluv_art. The person has brown shoulder length wavy hair, cute brown eyes, light skin, small features, and a CHB t-shirt under a grey flannel. They're wearing pink heart earrings, a flower crown, and a CHB bead necklace. End ID.)

On the left with the blue hair is Sasha, the non binary child of Hypnos. They may just be the sweetest demigod in existence, and any camper will tell you so. They assure every camper that their door is open 24/7, and if any of them have a nightmare, Sasha will cuddle them and sing them to sleep. They have nightmares too, but they feel that they need to stay silent about it. They're the one who helps others with their nightmares, not the other way around... Right?

On the right is Jasmine (Jazzy for short), the gender apathetic child of Aphrodite who mainly goes by he/him but otherwise doesn't care. He might just be the MOST nervous demigod to exist. Paired with his ADHD and dyslexia, he has extreme anxiety that is sometimes so overwhelming he passes out. He dated some toxic misogynist to get past the "break someone's heart" rite of passage without feeling bad, but it led to him having terrible relationship trauma. He specialises with a whip and dagger, but he doesn't like fighting. Most often, he's in the strawberry fields, his happy place.

Both Sasha and Jazzy are year-round campers. Once everyone's left at the end of summer, Jazzy basks in the calm emptiness, while Sasha worries for all the other demigods.

Jazzy has a long-term crush on Sasha, something he never admits to anyone. A lot of campers have this idea that Aphrodite kids should date Olympian demigod kids, ones who are conventionally strong or attractive or smart. Sasha isn't really any of those things, though they are cute and kind. At the same time, Jazzy feels that if he admits he has a crush, it'll turn into a big thing to set them up, and he doesn't want that. So, he avoids them, never going to them when he has nightmares, always just pretending to have no romantic feelings for them.

Sasha sees this distance between them as something to worry about. Jazzy is their friend, and so when he starts avoiding them, they feel like he's going through some kind of burnout or something. Not only that, but they really want to tell him about their crush on him.

It's well into fall, the weather becoming cool. Sasha is the only Hypnos camper that stays all year, and Jazzy is the only Aphrodite camper that stays all year. One night, Sasha has a terrible nightmare of being chased. They lie awake in the cold, too scared to fall back asleep. They keep thinking of Jazzy, worrying for him...

Their feet act on their own, bringing them to the Aphrodite cabin. They knock, waiting outside and shivering. Soon, Jazzy answers, confused. Sasha asks to stay in his cabin for the night. Jazzy reluctantly accepts, holding Sasha in his arms as he tries to calm his racing heart.

They sit in silence for a while, but then Sasha says "I love you." Jazzy, wanting to make sure he heard that right, says, "love, like... Love love?"

"Yes, love love."

After a moment's hesitation, he says, "I love you too."

Bonus facts!

They're both AFAB and quite feminine, despite not being girls

They call their relationship achillean/queer

Sasha is half Filipino

All of Sasha's clothes are made of the softest fabric comfortable. They're like a fluffy cloud <3

Strawberries and flowers are a big part of Jazzy's aesthetic

Their favourite dates are nap dates and picnic dates

Sasha is plus sized!

They prefer cuddles and hand-holding over kisses

Since they confessed their love in autumn, they can get used to being together without the other campers turning it into a big thing

When summer starts and the other campers arrive, Sasha and Jazzy completely forget that the others don't know they're dating, so they don't outright say anything and everyone is so confused

Sasha and Jazzy are the most CHILL partners ever. You could tell them you killed someone and they'd be like "oh really? Cool." Yes Jazzy has anxiety but around Sasha he mellows out quite a bit

They bake together all the time <3

[pretty-ds]

This could be fun!

NSFW ASKS. Give me the number of the questions you are curious about. I will give you asks in return if you would like. 🌸💗🌸

1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?

All of them

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:

By myself 2 days ago. It was great because i know me and what i like.

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:

Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

4: Something that never fails to make you horny:

Fingers in my mouth. I am a very oral girl and a Doms hands just do it for me. Not just any Dom, someone i have chosen.

5: Where is one place you would never have sex:

On top of a fire ant hill

6: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:

Watching a man playing with his ring

7: How are you after a really good f$%k?

Depends on the type of f$%k but overall, relaxed

8: Have you ever got so wet in the night that you wake up wanting some sexual activity?

Yes

9: Tell me your wettest dream?

I could make something up but in all honesty, i don't remember

10: Top or bottom?

Bottom in my role as a sub. Both as in positions

11: What body attracts you the most, men or women?

men in a physical manner, women in an artistic viewpoint

12: Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

Yes

13: Home alone and you’re bored. What do you do?

Log on to Tumblr, of course

14: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

Adult toys

15: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:

I was once in a relationship with a historian and he called my breasts Osgood and Farley because of WWII bunkers located on the California coast. This was the ultimate in compliments from that guy

16: Are you a touchy feely person?

Yes

17: If you were/are a lesbian, would you go for the women/girls who act like men, or the ones who act like girls?

I suppose it would be to whom i was attracted. I admit i find girly girls very attractive but i have also seen a few hot boy-girls (for lack of a better term)

18: Does a massage get you wet?

That depends where on my body the massage was given and who is the person massaging

19: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

Yes. Long term, monogamous relationships and those trying to conceive

20: If there’s one place a girl/guy should touch you to make you instantly horny, where is that

my mouth or neck. But if i am highly attracted to the person, any place would do it

21: Has a guy/girl even touched you or discreetly groped you while clubbing or in a crowded place?

Yes

22: Ever left the house without wearing any underwear?

Yes. Very intentionally

23: What do you wear when you go to bed?

Depends on the weather, if it is cold i wear cute pajamas. In the hot summer months i wear a t-shirt and panties

24: Biggest turn on:

D/s

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

In church

26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:

Yes!

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

I don't recall but i am sure than have been a few

28: How much fapping is too much fapping:

If said fapping causes injury

29: Best sexual complement you ever got:

I taste like peach juice

30: What do you think you and/or the opposite sex looks the sexiest in?

Confidence

31: Have you ever been called a tease?

In my year book, i was class flirt so it's about the same thing. Apparently, I flirted but did not follow through. I thought i was being friendly. Who knew?

32: Fill in the blanks: “If they ____________, we are ****in”

If they bring a nice wine, we are drinkin.

33: What your favorite part of your body:

I suppose my face and my chest

34: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to]

Love is > sex

35: What do you wear to bed?

See #23

36: When was the last time you masturbated:

See #2

37: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

I have nudes. Not for public consumption

38: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

Yes!

39: Have/would you ever masturbate at work?

I have

40: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?

If it were comfortable and legal, yes

41: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

Powerful by Ellie Goulding and Major Lazer. String of Pearls by the Glen Miller Orchestra for soft and slow lovemaking

42: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?

Not that i am aware of

43: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

If i am interested in them then obviously i'm alright with tattoos

44: Does size really matter to you?

No. Confidence and intelligence matter to me

45: Is there anything you do on the internet that you would not like your significant other to see?

Yes

46: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)

I have quite a few toys and a few BDsm toys. They are different ages going as far back to 2017

47: Would you give your significant other access to your internet history?

If my future Dom asked me, yes

48: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?

No. I am my own worst enemy and focus on imagined faults. No one can be better at that than me

49: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

Prostitute in the high-class escort kind of way. But it would never happen

50: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

My husband. Yes, It means he loves me

51: Do you like to have phone sex?

Sometimes but it takes a lot to get me there

52: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

No. But i have and probably will again

53: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Depends on whether i am able to breathe or not

54: Booty or Boobs?

Boobs

55: If you had a penis, what would you name it?

Mr Winky

56: Have you ever been on an official date?

Seriously? Yes

57: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

Yes. I have exclusive tastes that are not understood by many. People into D/s can relate

58: Have you had sex with someone of the same sex?

Yes

59: Have you had sex with more than one person simultaneously?

Yes

60: Have you ever been to a strip club?

Yes

61: Name one naughty act you have done in a public place?

Blow job

62: Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?

With the right person, yes ;)

63: Shower or bath while having sex?

shower

64: Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?

If you haven't been able to tell by now, aggressive, but that does not mean I want all sexual encounters to be aggressive

65: Love or Money?

Love, with enough money to go out and have a nice time. I would expect my partner to want that from me as well

66: Have you been caught having sex?

Yes

67: Does anyone have naughty pics of you?

Yes

68: Do you like wild sex or romantic sex?

Both. but i generally get more release and relief from wild sex

69: Do you consider hair pulling sexy?

Absolutely

70: What should a guy first do when about to have sex with you?

Lead

71: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Intelligent conversation, depth, and confidence

72: Favorite sexual things a guy/girl does to you that's not sex?

Putting his fingers in my mouth while talking aggressively sexy to me

73: What do you wear to seduce the opposite sex?

Perfume and a smile

74: Have you ever paid for sex?

Haven't we all in one way or another? With actual money, no

75: Do you like kissing in public?

Yes as long as it's not tongues out, panting, and making out