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r/relationship_advice - Charles Leclerc x Reader

A collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis - The reader is in a difficult situation, and decides to make a post on Reddit to get help with her predicament. What she doesn’t expect is for people to realise who she is.

Content Warnings - swearing, sexual references

Author’s Note - this is not just a standard fic! This is a collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic. Sort of like a collage of different shit all telling one story! Because of this the perspective is different in each part, like the Reddit posts are in first person, and the fic is in second person as usual!

I wanted to experiment with something different structure wise, you know me, I like to fuck with stuff and do weird shit. If high school musical taught me anything, it’s that we shouldn’t stick to the status quo.

Please do tell me if you like the structure, if you don’t, if there’s anything you don’t think works etc! I’d love to do more shit like this so if you have any ideas of what else I could include in one of these (like text messages, DMs, Snapchat, insta stories, whatever) do let me know!

r/relationship_advice • 5d ago

Posted by throwaway27936

My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

I wanna preface this by saying that I’ve been with my boyfriend since I was 18. And I do love him. But last year I managed to bag my dream job and it meant us going long distance.

I wasn’t worried about the whole thing, after all, we’d been together for six years already and lived together for three of them. We had two cats together, and the word on the street was he was thinking of buying a ring to pop the question before I got my job offer.

The job is my dream job, and it’s actually what we had initially bonded over when we were at college together. When I got that email saying the job was mine he was so excited for me, and I was thrilled. It’s what I’d been working towards for so long!

But as things set in for him, and he realised I would be away for weeks and weeks, I could tell something changed. It was like he was faking being happy for me. The proposal never came, I suppose maybe because I was going to be away for days like valentines and both our birthdays, maybe he just couldn’t find the right time? Either that or he didn’t want to be engaged to someone who was hardly around?

He drove me to the airport, and no matter how sad I could see he was feeling, I couldn’t stop my excitement as I jetted off to another country to begin my work! I suppose that didn’t help either, him seeing how pumped I was and not being all tearful and sad to be leaving him. But I couldn’t help it, and I was sad, I just didn’t want to make our parting more upsetting for myself or for him.

The job kept me busy. Like super busy. But I did manage to come home every now and then, to tell him about all the amazing things I’d seen and done, do date nights snuggled up on the couch with our kitties Nemo (4M) and Milo (4M) but something was just… off??

And him being off, not being as affectionate and loving as he used to be, is what drew me to my coworker.

The final nail in the coffin was my trip home during summer last year. My bf and I pretty much argued the entire time, just over little tiny things, until suddenly, he just exploded. He berated me over the fact that I was never home. That he was the one stuck there looking after the cats, living a normal life while I was living my dream and flying around the world with my team.

It hurt, and I’m gonna be honest with you, I said some things I wish I could take back. Mainly along the lines of ‘it’s not my fault you weren’t able to make something of your life like I was.’

I regret saying that. I know that he struggled after college. It was a low blow. But I was angry, because I was living my dream, the dream we had bonded over that night in the sports bar just off campus when we met. He should be happy for me, right?

Well, after I left at the end of summer on a particularly sour note, I was ready to be done with him. I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and hope he’d gotten it all out of his system and that when I returned during a two week break in October, things would be better.

We hardly talked. September meant no FaceTimes, hardly any texts, no likes on my Instagram posts, nothing. Zilch. Nada. I tried, god knows I did. Scrolling through our WhatsApp chat makes me look so fucking desperate but I wasn’t ready to give up.

One day, after another period of being totally ignored, my coworker, who I shall call C, noticed I was upset. Before now I hadn’t spent much time with C as he was far more high profile than me. I worked in the wings but he was the star of the show.

I didn’t mean to trauma dump on him, but all these feelings just kinda came spilling out. I ended up crying on him and getting his shirt all covered in snot. It was gross, I apologised, he said not to worry about it.

The thing about C is, is that he’s beautiful. I know you don’t often see the word beautiful being used to describe a man, but he is. He’s gorgeous. Like don’t get me wrong, my bf is hot too, but C? Damn.

He was so kind to me, he listened, he wiped away my tears, cheered me up, and made me feel better again.

Don’t get me wrong, I would never cheat. I couldn’t. One of my best friends from college had her boyfriend of five years cheat on her and she was heartbroken. I still loved my boyfriend, I couldn’t do that to him. Besides, C himself already had a girlfriend. So anything between me and him was completely off the table.

But that didn’t stop me from catching feelings for C. There’s nothing cheaty about catching feelings, right? Especially when your bf is ghosting you the way mine was.

But C and I became good friends over the time we spent together throughout September after the whole snotty crying situation. He was a good friend, and it was nice to have someone in your corner when all of your normal best friends are halfway across the world.

When I went home in October, I arrived at my bf and I’s flat to find him sat in the lounge, surrounded by packed boxes and suitcases. He told me it was over.

Naturally I cried, I was hoping we’d have a chance to smooth things out, especially over Christmas when I’d have a whole two months to spend at home before I had to be back at work.

My bf showed me a picture on his phone, it must have been from some night out I can hardly remember after a good weekend’s work. And there I was with C. We were just dancing, but his hand was on my waist. Man we must have been so hammered.

My bf assumed I had a thing for him, which I did, but I would never have acted on. But I told him I didn’t, that we were just good friends, which wasn’t a lie. We were good friends, I just happened to fancy the pants off C but only in secret.

He wouldn’t listen to me, told me the whole long distance thing wasn’t working and that I either had to quit my job, or we would have to break up.

I couldn’t quit. I loved my job too much. It was exactly what I had dreamed of since I was a child. I told him that, and he said it was over.

He said he’d look after the cats until I found a new stable home someplace, and that he’d let me store my things in the spare room, but I didn’t live here anymore.

I left for my parents that night, in tears, and texted C. I told him what had happened, and he said I should get out, go visit him at home and keep my mind off of things before we had to travel again.

I knew I shouldn’t have. That it just made C and I’s relationship look even more suspicious. But I was upset, and angry. Besides, I wasn’t the only one at fault. If my bf had just replied to my texts more, and been willing to work harder on the long distance thing, I think we’d still be together now.

But I went to see C. And we had a great week. We hung out, played video games, got drunk, it was great. Of course his girlfriend stopped by every day for a few hours at least, and sometimes I’d be left alone in his apartment while they went for dinner and stuff. And that was when I cried.

I felt guilty for something that was beyond my control. I felt angry because, if my boyfriend had just been more willing to make it work, I wouldn’t have gone crying to C and I wouldn’t have ended up with this big fat crush on him.

By the time it was time to return home, I went and moved all my stuff out of my now ex-bf’s apartment and took the cats to my parents. I spent Christmas with them, and despite how much it hurt being alone surrounded by my family who were all coupled up, I had my work in 2023 to get me through.

But I also had C. We texted, a lot, after the breakup. I think he wanted to make sure I was okay? That I wasn’t feeling down.

But eventually it was my turn to check in on him, as C and his gf broke up. We spent a lot of time on FaceTime that week, being a pair of sad single losers drinking red wine and talking shit. He was my friend, and I cared about him a lot.

Come New Year’s Eve, I was invited to see in 2023 with my closest friends at a party one of them was hosting. And it was there I saw my ex-bf for the first time since I moved out.

I expected he would be there, after all, we had a lot of the same friends. But I was prepared for it. I’d cried my tears out, I’d gotten out all of my frustrations, and so when he asked me out on the balcony for a chat, I said ‘sure, why not?’

Call it a bad idea, call me foolish, but we ended up making out up there. We kissed at midnight that night, and promised to give it all another go. He said he wouldn’t get jealous of me and my job, and I said I’d try to come home more and spend more time with him.

The first week of January, I moved my stuff back into our apartment, brought the cats back from my parents, and we rekindled our relationship. Despite all the pain I went through, I still loved him. And he still loved me.

But then C texted, asked if I wanted to fly over and hang out for a weekend. My bf wasn’t too happy with the idea. He was still convinced I had a thing for C, despite me telling him most certainly that I didn’t. But I did still have a thing for C.

Thing were frosty between me and my bf for a few days, and as I prepared to return to work, he got increasingly more agitated. But eventually, when it came time for me to leave, he cried. I cried and hugged him as we parted at the airport. I promised I would call and text every day, and that I wouldn’t ignore him in favour of work.

I loved my boyfriend, I really did. But then I saw C again. And now I don’t know what to do.

I love both of them, so much, and I don’t know what I want anymore. Is it selfish of me to stay with my bf? Would it be stupid for me to call it quits with him and risk things with C even if he doesn’t feel the same? I’m just stuck in a rut and my emotions are going crazy. Help!

TLDR: my boyfriend thinks I’m in love with my coworker, I say I’m not, but after a shaky period with my bf, I fell for my coworker. Now I don’t know what to do! Help?

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Reindeerbuddy27 • 4d ago

I think your boyfriend sounds like a dick. It was his fault for ghosting you! If he hadn’t have reacted the way he did over summer you would have never bonded with your coworker and caught feelings. IMO you’d be better off breaking up with him and either being single or getting with C, though I’d give him some time to get over his own ex-gf before you try anything!

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Yeah, it kinda was his fault I caught feelings in the first place, you’re right. I wouldn’t say he was a dick, he just missed me I guess and his sadness turned into anger the longer I was away and it just all exploded. Even so, we’re back together and on good terms, and I still love him. I don’t think I could break up with him without a valid reason to do so?

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ReindeerBuddy27 • 3d ago

I get that you don’t want to lose him, but if you’re not fully invested in the relationship with him and want to explore the possibility of having something with C, I think breaking up with your bf would be the fairest thing to do.

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Hmm… maybe you’re right. I need some time to think about it. Thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it! ♥︎

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Pedr0Pascal14 • 4d ago

Would you maybe be able to ask your bf about opening your relationship? Allowing you to pursue things with C to see where they lead while also keeping your bf?

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Definitely not. He’s all about monogamy, and I am too. If I suddenly asked about opening the relationship he’d be even more suspicious of me and my reasons for asking.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

Could you reduce the amount of time spent at work maybe? Like going part time so you’re only away for six months out of the year?

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Sadly it’s not possible. My job is kinda all or nothing. If I asked about reducing my hours they’d laugh in my face and fire me. There’s plenty of people who would die for a chance to fill my role so I wouldn’t be missed.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

That sucks. I would say tho, without being mean, it seems like your job is your number one priority and not your bf. While there’s nothing wrong with that, I think that’s where the problem lies. Especially if before you took the job he was always your number one! It’s probably been hard for him to adjust! I hate to say it, but I don’t think you two are meant to be and these problems are only gonna get worse this year with you being away. This situation really sucks for you OP, I’m sorry.

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r/relationship_advice • 6hr ago

posted by Throwaway27936

UPDATE: My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

Okay, ya got me.

Considering my life has already been put under extreme scrutiny from random strangers on the internet to literal news publications, I figured it couldn’t get any worse than it already has and so I’d post an update here.

I wanna start out by saying I am stupid. I made my post thinking I was fully anonymous, the account was a throwaway with no real ties to my irl identity and I tried as hard as I could to conceal the true nature of my work, but you F1 girlies are far too intelligent and I realise that now.

In hindsight I shouldn’t have deleted those comments, because it did just make me look more suspicious. If I’d have left them, maybe even replied to them and said ‘yes I work in F1 but can we please keep it on the dl as I don’t want anyone finding out who I am’ then right now I wouldn’t be sat in my childhood bedroom crying with a cat on my knee typing out this post.

I also wanna say that I hold no grudges with Twitter user LionVerstappen_ I mean, they’re far too clever for their own good, and they terrify me, but I don’t hate them, and all the hate that they’re getting is unjustified and wrong. It was my fault for posting on the internet thinking I’d be safe. That’s on me, not them, so please do leave them alone.

Since that post was made, a lot has changed. Obviously I had already returned to work, I was in the factory at Maranello working on some technical shit I won’t bore you with and getting ready for the livery reveal on the 14th and fine tuning for next season.

I had seen LionVerstappen_ and Hon3ybadg3r’s comments and deleted them as soon as I did. I didn’t fancy answering them, and thought ‘shit, this is getting a little dicey’ and disabled commenting on my post. I thought that would be the end of that, I had some good advice given before that, and I would mull it over before I next saw my boyfriend.

Suddenly, my phone just started fucking blowing up. I had a bunch of random people request to follow me on Instagram, and when I say a bunch, I mean a fuck load. Like 20k follow requests in the space of a few hours. Immediately I was like ‘what the fuck?’ Assuming I’d been hacked or something. I had like 200 followers before that, and I knew all of them in some capacity, and I hadn’t just become some internet celebrity (not on purpose at least) so what was going on?

That’s when I got a message from my friend back home. She’s an F1 fan and is pretty active on F1twt which is how she saw the posts. She sent me a link to the original tweet from LionVerstappen_ as well as to DeuxMoi’s Instagram stories. I was shocked, I really didn’t know how to react.

I couldn’t believe that my silly little Reddit post had actually been figured out, especially after I’d deleted those comments, I thought it was the end. I debated taking down the Reddit post, but really, what was that gonna do? There were already screenshots all over Twitter so it wouldn’t make a difference.

This all happened during my lunch break, and after lunch, I was called into my boss’ office. It seems the Ferrari PR department had also seen the tweets and the speculation, and they wanted to talk to me about it.

I burst into tears. My personal life was all over the internet, my boyfriend had probably seen it all and knew how I felt and that I’d been lying to him about my feelings. I knew it was only a matter of time before he called me and ended things with me again.

Thankfully, the PR team were nice to me. They said they’d handle it, and most importantly, that my job was safe. It was nothing to do with my capabilities as an engineer, after all, so I suppose it made sense. What they did do, however, is give me the week off to sort my life out.

I left the factory sniffling like a baby, packed my shit and got on a plane home. I called my parents to pick me up from the airport, and asked them to take my stuff back to their place but to drop me at the apartment my bf and I shared.

When I entered the flat I had to brace myself. I knew it wasn’t gonna be pretty. My bf was sat on the sofa, surrounded by packed bags and boxes again. Deja vu anyone?

He didn’t yell, or threaten me, or call me names like I thought he would. No, he stood up, and hugged me. And I started crying like a baby. Full on body shaking sobs.

I told him I was sorry, that I loved him, but I understood. He said it was okay.

We sat down together surrounded by the boxes of my things, he made me a coffee, and we talked. It was refreshing to talk to him considering last time he forced me out of the house without a word.

I told him everything, from start to finish. About how neglected and sad I felt after the summer break, how his ghosting was what led me to Charles, how I still really loved him but just didn’t know what I wanted, and how scary it was to have my private life all over the internet like that.

He was sympathetic, but ultimately he said that we just didn’t work together. He wished me luck, I took the cats, got in a taxi, and went home.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t really upset about the whole relationship ending. Mainly because I was just so relieved my ex was handling the whole situation so well. I’ll miss him terribly, he was more than just my boyfriend but he was my best friend too (I am aware of how cliche that sounds).

We had bonded over F1 all those years ago. I was cheering for Sebastian Vettel and he was cheering for Lewis Hamilton while watching a race in a sports bar. We ended up having an argument over who’s driver was better which after a few drinks evolved into us making out in the smoking area. That night I’d told him my dream, to be an engineer, to work for Ferrari. He believed in me, and it’s due to his belief that I managed to get my job. It’s a shame that achieving my dream was the thing that eventually tore us apart.

But anyway, now I’m at home. My parents are out collecting all my things from my ex’s flat right now, and I’ve finally calmed down enough to start typing this out. Mainly because Nemo has decided to curl up in my lap and have a big nap.

Consider my overdue cat tax paid:

When I settled in my room, Charles called me. I nearly didn’t answer it, but I did.

For the sake of his privacy, I’m not going to tell you all of what was said. But I can say that he doesn’t hate me, and if anything, he feels so bad for the situation I ended up in.

I suppose he knows what it’s like to have all that speculation around your personal life 24/7 and can empathise more than most of the people in my life.

I will also say, that we are just friends! That’s all. This isn’t a hallmark movie. He hasn’t hopped on his private jet, flown all the way to my home in bumblefuck nowhere to declare his love for me, and we all live happily ever after.

Real life is a lot more complicated than that. And a lot shittier and a lot more depressing.

I’m going back to Maranello tomorrow morning. I know they gave me the week off, but I’m going to spend some time in the area, maybe even look at getting a proper rental and moving out there full time. I have nothing really to tie me to my home anymore, not really (and yes I will bring the cats with me and pay a cat sitter!)

So yeah, this is my update. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine now, I think! Moving onwards and upwards. One day this will be a funny story I’ll look back on. It isn’t funny now, but it will be.

I do ask, however, that everyone reading this post thinks before they post. I’m a real person, and thanks to all this drama my life is fucked up and I’m now Googling how to emigrate to Italy.

Before you press that button, just consider how it will affect that person, and if it’s really worth it. Sometimes it is, I’ll grant you. But we’re all real people. Those of us in the factories, the TPs, the drivers, everyone. And we have a right to respect and privacy just as any ordinary person does. Think before you post.

I’m signing off now. It’s been a wild ride. Comments will be off, no doubt you’ll be making comments and dissecting my every word on Twitter anyways but at least I don’t have to see em.

I likely won’t update this again.

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March 5th 2023

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite acclimate yourself to the dry heat of Bahrain. Your hair clung to your neck with sweat, and your team polo was already sodden and damp.

You weren’t quite sure if it was just the heat, or the nerves getting to you as the cars begun their formation lap. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, your eyes firmly transfixed on the screen in front of you as you catch a glimpse of red zooming down the straight.

Lucky for you, things had died down. As the season began, people had the racing to focus on, and your silly little Reddit post had been almost forgotten. You were able to blend into the background, just as you had done that previous year. You were just another engineer hidden amongst a sea of red shirts, and it was nice.

You knew, however, that this peace would be short lived. It was only a matter of time before you were all over social media again, not as the mystery Reddit user anymore, but as Charles Leclerc’s new girlfriend.

You didn’t lie in your post, the two of you hadn’t gotten together on that fateful day. You were just friends. That was until February 14th.

The day of the car reveal, which also happened to coincide with Valentine’s Day. You didn’t mind, of course, after all, you had no plans. You were quite happy to have something else going on to distract you from your tragic love life.

Charles, however, had made plans. After the reveal you went back to his hotel room, where he had organised a fancy dinner with candles and roses. He asked you out then and there, away from the prying eyes of fans or paparazzi.

To you, it was the most romantic gesture anyone could ever make. It was clear he had thought of you, keeping the moment as private as possible to protect you.

He, of course, knew how you felt about him. He didn’t have to worry, he knew you’d say yes. And you did.

You spent the evening drinking wine, chatting, just as you had always done. But one thing was different - after dessert he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet, and it wasn’t just because of the tiramisu he had eaten.

He didn’t want to rush you, he knew that you were still healing from your trauma. But you weren’t so coy.

February 14th marked the first time you had kissed Charles Leclerc, but it also marked the first time the two of you made love.

Since that day, the two of you had kept your relationship a secret. You cooked for one another, or ordered takeout, watched movies, cuddled with the cats, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

It was exactly what you had wanted. A nice, private relationship with the man you had fallen so deeply in love with.

But there was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that it was all about to change. If he won this race, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stop the urge to throw yourself into his arms, to kiss him all over, to tell him just how proud you are.

A race winner always deserves a kiss, right?

You chew on your nail as the final cars pull into position, ready for lights out.

Charles had taken pole position that previous day, but you had managed to save your celebrations for later, sneaking over to his hotel room when no one was around and promptly sneaking out early this morning to avoid suspicion.

Lights out - Charles’ reactions are lightning. He manages to keep away from the rest of the grid, allowing the cars behind him to battle for P2.

The Ferrari garage is hopeful, but they know better than to cheer before the race is won. Too many bittersweet moments from the previous season haunted each and every one of them.

All was well, Charles was set for the first win of the season, until a collision at the back of the pack meant that the safety car reared its ugly head.

Max was getting closer and closer to the back of Charles’ car. They weaved behind the safety car, getting ready, preparing for the moment that it would leave the track.

As the car enters the pit lane, the power was in Charles’ hands. He needed to make a good move, surprise Max, get him on the back foot and out of sight.

There were only two laps left. Two laps to victory. Max just had to stay back, and Charles had to race like he’d never raced before.

You chew on your nails anxiously as Charles takes each and every corner, hitting the apex with precision. All that time in the simulator was definitely paying off.

They cross the line for the final lap, Charles was a car’s length ahead, but Max too was pushing hard. He wanted that first win just as much as Charles did. But you told yourself mentally that he wasn’t going to get it. This was Charles’ race, and he was going to stand on that top step of the podium.

The seconds felt like hours. You make eye contact with Vasseur across the garage and he gives you a small smile. A reassuring one, and you smile back. It probably looked more like a grimace but it was the best you could muster.

The final corner passes with ease, and it looks like Charles has hung onto his win. Max is practically driving alongside him as they cross the finish line. No one cheers.

It’s a waiting game, waiting for the photo to see who had crossed the line first.

You bury your head in your hands, unable to think, talk, move or see until the entire garage erupts into cheers.

He had done it! Charles had won the race!

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you finally look up. You were sobbing, you couldn’t help it. He’d won.

You give every mechanic you see a pat on the back as you walk over to Vasseur. He was smiling brightly at you. He had so much faith in Charles, he loved him like a son.

He embraces you tightly as you cry onto his shoulder, and he whispers ever so quietly “go see him. See your love.”

You didn’t even care to ask how he was able to see right through the two of you. You just pulled away and nodded as you run out of the garage towards parc ferme alongside a sea of red suits and shirts.

You push your way to the front, definitely sure that your tear stained face would be onscreen for the world to see, but you didn’t care. The world had seen worse of you, after all.

When Charles takes off his helmet, your heart skips a beat. He was beautiful, every day he was beautiful. Even when he was still sweaty and breathing heavy from the adrenaline of the race, his face marked with balaclava lines.

He makes a beeline for you, pulling you in for a hug the way friends would hug one another.

“Kiss me.” You say.

“Are you sure, mon amour?” He whispers, and you nod.

Charles captures your lips in a kiss reminiscent of your very first just a few days ago. The cameras were definitely on you, but you didn’t care.

No doubt social media would be going crazy over the whole thing, but it was nothing new to you. At least this time you weren’t just in love with your coworker, but he was in love with you too.

Whatever the internet may have to throw at you, this time, you didn’t have to handle it alone.

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Okay, so I’ve never actually put one of these out there. But I went on a little kick of how I think JJK men would fuck, and I really liked both of my Geto Drabbles . It’s kinda just thoughts, but I might make an actual thing with like plot. I’m honestly just copying and pasting them from Snapchat, so apologies for formatting, spelling etc. Feedback is appreciated, as well as if you think something else should be added to the CW please let me know. Anyways, smut under the cut.

Cw/Tw: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Degradation. Spit. Choking. Name calling. DubCon(???), Voyeurism, Exhibitionism ( Geto uses you in front of his cult), oral (both), vaginal sex, arrogant Geto.

Geto: oh god since he’s currently my obsession (what is with cult leaders) number one: in front of his cult. Geto could fuck whoever he wishes to, but when it comes to showing off for his followers, you were always it. It was humiliating the first time, but you had become used to it. You knew the routine by now, get on the stage, sit on his lap, and let him start to touch you over your clothes. He knew just where you were sensitive, and it doesn’t take him long until your grinding on him, trying to relieve the sensation in your crotch. He smirks at you and addresses the crowd. “See how she begs for me? Truly I must be a god. And if so, then she is a goddess.” The crowd watches how he has utter control over you. He slowly strips you down, and starts touching your bare skin, making you whine, and grind against nothing. He finally touches you, slowly tracing his finger around your opening, before roughly inserting and curling two fingers. The sensation is enough to have you close. “Ah ah not yet, pretty. Wait til I tell you to.” Your mind is reeling. You want to explode on his hand but you know if you can’t hold out, there’s going to be trouble. Finally he gets on his knees and adds his tongue into the mix. You grasp a fistful of his hair, and practically scream. “G-Geto, please!” Geto pulls away, a string of your juices still connected to his lips. He smirks again. “Should I let her cum?” The crowd nods. “Very well then, go ahead.” And finally you let it out, and he doesnt stop, not until you’ve cum three times. Once that happens he grabs a fistful of your hair, forces you on your knees, and facefucks you. He wouldn’t allow his followers to see that part of him, nor would he allow you to have his dick inside you. When he finishes, he busts on your face, and kicks you off his stage.

Geto scenario two: Geto has so much anger and you’re his release. “Strip and get on your knees.” He commands, you do so. “Good girl. Open your mouth.” You do so and he bends down and spits in your mouth. He pushes your mouth closed, so you can swallow his spit, and open it again, this time it’s his dick that’s going in there. He sticks it in soft, and holds your head in place as it gets hard. He smirks at you as you struggle to take it all, eventually he eases up knowing you’re not going to be able to swallow all of him. He lazily pulls your hair, at a pace he likes, allowing you to breathe every so often. At one point he finally figures you’re good to go then rams his entire length down your throat, and chokes you while slowly face fucking you, and you feel like you’re going to pass out when he finally pulls out. “You’ve gotten better at taking me.” When you don’t respond he tells you to get on your hands and knees. You comply, and SMACK, he brings a hand down on your ass, it stings, and your face gets hot. “What are you supposed to say when I give you a compliment?” SMACK. “Th-thank you Geto.” SMACK. “Thank you Geto.” Another few rounds of that and then he’s flipping you over onto your back. He finally disrobes, and strokes himself a couple times. He uses a thumb to rub at your folds. “Pathetic, you’re already dripping for me?” You feel shame, because it’s true, just his gaze is enough to have you soaked. He shoves two fingers inside of you, probing you like an expert. He uses his other hand to rub your clit, and the pressure builds. You orgasm, and you end up squirting. “Thank you Geto!” You manage to squeak out. “Disgusting.” He wraps his fingers around your neck, and slams his dick into you. He fucks you with such hatred, and it feels so good. He flips you onto your hands and knees, and takes his nails down your back. “T-thank you Geto.” His response is to pull your hair and fuck you even harder. He toys with your clit again, and you orgasm again. “Such a filthy monkey. It’s that easy to make you cum huh?” He pulls out of you, and pushes you onto the table, he has better leverage this way, and it really stretches you out. You’re incoherent, you’re overstimulated, and all you can see are those hate filled eyes, staring daggers at you, as his tips away your dignity. He sounds almost animalistic the way he’s grunting and groaning. He finishes inside you, and he notices it spilling out of you when he pulls out. He pulls your hair and shoves your face in it. “Clean up your mess.” Afterwards: who knows. He leaves, probably to go kill some random ass people.

ETA, I expanded on the second Drabble. Part one is here

[clonerightsagenda]

Finishing up the show! (As you saw, lol)

Episode 7:

Asriel: I fucking hate prophecies as plot devices. Me: same man

Technobabble? In His Dark Materials? Shut up about your capacitors

Hey, it was Mrs. Coulter's idea to beat Metatron, and now they're having Asriel and Xaphania tip her off. Stolen valor

"Brute physical force!" has been a family injoke for years so when Asriel announced he was going to defeat the angels with "sheer physical force" we all started screaming

"It's not just death down there" just reminds me of that tumblr post about how SFF invents Death 2: A Worse One

I've said it before but one more for the road... the witches look so silly

Well lads they did what I worried they'd do - focus a lot of time and energy on the war that explicitly thematically does not matter.

Why do Asriel's troops even have guns. Can you shoot an angel

Mrs. Coulter's control over the specters was vague in the books beyond that she played them like she plays everyone else, convincing them she could lead them to better prey. I do not know why she can now explode them with her mind

Serafina that bird skull is not flattering. And I say this as a skull connoisseur

God: *telepathically says shit* Mrs. Coulter: Another fucking man trying to tell me what to do

Metatron's leather suit??? Did he get himself confused with Metatton?

Mrs. Coulter didn't hit him with a rock : ( Also Stelmaria pushed them all into the pit instead of her. Kind of a bummer. Wondering what the metaphysical implications are of *her* daemon dying outside the rift rather than in it, though. Also my notes for this scene include the scribbled phrase 'cursed throuple'. I just thought you should know

Well God dying was appropriately anticlimactic I guess although I would have preferred if Will and Lyra weren't in the thick of All That

(My mom: Why aren't they going to the other world?? Why are they still in the war zone? My dad: Because they're stupid. Me: Don't blame them. It's not their fault. The TV show is doing this to them.)

Episode 8:

New scene of Lyra processing her parents' death - even posthumously they are still taking up screentime

You go to the land of the dead and through a war zone and into Eden and that PhD you met months ago just happens to be there. Wild tbh

Mary is a lesbian! Good for her! Does Lyra understand the concept of lesbians or is she baffled by this whole exchange

They cut the "The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake" line. Cowards

My mom: Will, do something about that bandage. He has gangrene. Me: He said she smelled bad but it's his hand rotting. (We then remembered they made the timeskip several months and were like... why does he still have bandages on)

Kirjava isn't black :(

Honestly the 'good' angels are coming off even worse in the TV version. yeah you did what we needed you to do so you're done now! We no longer grant you our grace to read the alethiometer because you're no longer of use to us! Go fuck yourself. Ironically her 'falling' does make her a used up and no longer valuable woman to them.... probably not the intended reading but here we are

Send help my parents keep calling the mulefa muffalettas

I joked that when Lyra said she was imagining what Will will look like when he's old he should've whipped out his phone and gone there's a snapchat filter for that

We then spent the last few minutes heckling Will for occasionally having all his fingers in some shots

I was already on the edge but just said "what the fuck?? what the fuck is that?????" for the ending with the like... based on a true story documentary text overlay for Where They Are Now. Why did they do that

[firmhanddaddy507pt2]

Well, it's been a day. Woke up horny af thinking about my voice chat from last night. The sound of her sexy accent, mmm. Chatting during work kept me in edge. When I got off work, I then was taking to a French girl on snapchat leaving voice messages sending pics/vids of me fucking my toy. Then she dissappeared. Then my little and I did the same once again, bringing me to the edge before she had to go. Then on telegram I was getting pics and fucking my toy. Then I had somebody show up at my door and had to stop at the edge again. By this time my balls are full my cock rock hard and throbbing. After my first l guest left, I picked back up where I left off. This time, electric on my half of town went out for about 20 mins. I was about to call it quits then some random dm me asking if I wanted to take control of his fansly account so I bought a joi vid and used my toy after 12 min of the video I exploded finally getting a nut after 13 hours of being on edge.

[beware-the-water]

i got a lil crush on this lady i met at a party & i haven’t had a genuine crush in years so im lowkey tryna see maybe if she likes me back we could like, try to date ?!?! (≧∇≦)

we were kinda flirting at the party & i got her snapchat and she’s been watching my stories and we had a short convo that got a bit dry but then she stopped responding and i was like omg (◡﹏◡) cause this can’t die out that quick !!

so it’s been like 4 days and i’m like ermmm imma send a lil snap but like a photo not a message, you know? so i sent 1 a few hours ago (she watched my story earlier today so that’s good right?! im going crazy (;﹏;) ) i have notifs off but i checked like 2 hours ago & didn’t hear back yet (tbf she would take like 24 hours to respond (which is fine!!) so i feel like she checks snap maybe once or twice a day)

it’s ok if she doesn’t like me but if she does i may explode !!!! i havent dated in so long like wtf am i doing

[fulldreamsahead]

Whale of a Good Time

Last night I had a dream where I was coming out of a Lowe's and saw this big dark rudimentary fish shaped cloud in the sky. I thought it was odd and while I was throwing my purchase in the car, I kept looking at it because all around it was sunny and fine. I ended up stopping and looking hard and realized the cloud looked like a shadow. Confused by that, I sent a snapchat to my friend as I always do to be like look at this weird cloud. Only when i was filming talking about it, I zoomed in to notice it was comprised of little jostling whales. I began to talk faster, confused and spouting questions as I got in my car to get away. I continued to film, almost hitting someone in the parking lot who smiled a little too wide. I got to the area to turn out, but there were way more cars on the road then usual. I waited and waited and finally got my chance to turn when the sunshine exploded. I looked and looked and the cloud was gone. Filming a new set of snaps to my friend about it, I got to a light and watched as the cloud renewed, going in a new direction, and helmed by a golden glowing whale. Videoing that all and wondering how to download my snaps, I watched as the cloud broke apart and the whales began to descend.

It brought my eye down where I saw what at first glance looked like the wall of rain where you can see where a rainstorm starts only there was an oceanic quality to that space. There was kelp growing up and, being the bottom of the sea floor, the buildings were being crushed by pressure. Scared, I jumped out of my vehicle because it was locked in and turned to run. I went back to the hardware store as the closest building and the screams began to turn up. I ventured through the store and out the back with some other survivors and we were approached by a woman who was clearly possessed. She said this planet was ours now and I put together it was the whales. We could see the ocean wall getting closer, but all I could think about was that their first attempt was disrupted and how we could replicate the moment we disappeared. We got out into the loading bay back of the store, the wall coming, and for a moment it disappeared again as it had. Trying to document despite the others complaints, the disappearance of the sea wall and 'clouds' made the possessed people collapse. Another survivor tried to check to see if the people were okay, but they ended up being dead. We grabbed weapons and stole a little golf cart from the loading bay and all i could think was there was no straight line to escape the ocean wall and therefore we were going to inevitably be crushed.

I didn't pass this information on because the wall reappeared and darkness rained droplets of ocean spray. The possessed stood back up, but we were already situated to close and lock the bay doors to escape. The possessed rushed us, but we attacked them with varying degrees of success with our weapons. The others came toward me as I was holding, ready to slam, one of the bay doors and one of them died. I watched as a whale came down to possess them and wished I had my phone. I then nearly locked the gate when a possessed woman got in the way and in a fury of fury I closed the door so hard it cut her head off. The head continued to scream so I picked it up and began to smash it against the lock of the bay doors as she told me all was futile and that they would take over the world.

Then I woke up.

[cmthingssss]

Say Click! - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X Plus size!Reader

CW: SMUTTTT, porn, fucking on camera, oral (f receiving), p in v, cursing, insecurity from everyone

WC: 2.6k

Ever since you turned 18, you entertained the idea of becoming a porn star. Unfortunately, college and a career had to come first. But, it would be easy money to you, and you’d filmed yourself before, but that footage was private. Instead of monetary benefits, you were able to feel good in your skin for a little while afterwards and every time you watched it. Until you decided to allow Jake to look through your phone. Everyone knows Snapchat is for hoeing, but it also happened to allow extra space for photos, so it made no difference to you. There was a recent barbeque with all of the Daggers in attendance and Jake wanted to look through the group photos and send some of them to himself. He swiped a little too far and found your extra curricular activity. As cocky as the man was, he turned bright red and looked like he’d never seen a naked woman before. Jake had a dilemma on his hands, stop watching it and respect your privacy or keep watching and scrolling. As respectful as he was, Hangman was more entranced in your body and what you were doing with it. When you questioned why he had your phone for so long, he just answered that he was trying to find out which photos he looked best in, even though he looked amazing in all of them. Considering Jake’s personality and penchant for only caring about himself, you believed him and walked away to continue your conversation with Natasha. Y’all just met when you joined the squad, and although you were later than everyone else, you were a favorite among many in the group. You could sit and talk to Phoenix for hours about anything, you were closest with her, and that’s what you did; caught up on girl talk, life events, and plans for after the deployment. You might have even planned to go on a cruise with her. A couple hours had passed and you hadn’t seen Jake or your phone… weird. Ready to leave and pass out on your bed at home until the next day, you needed to find your phone, and Seresin. It was weird for him to remove himself from the center of attention for this long. After lapping the bar for what felt like fifty times, you found him sitting in a corner. 

“Hey Jake? You forgot to give me my phone back honey.” You had a soft spot for Jake because he seemed like a cocky asshole, but really he just needed someone to show him kindness, which is what you did. By doing this, Hangman had inadvertently fallen in love with you. He smiled up at you before handing your cellular device back. Upon further inspection of his face, you came to the conclusion he looked sick. You didn’t know it at the time, but the sickness was guilt and your kindness made it worse. Hangman felt like he was going to explode. “You look sick… are you feeling okay?” He wanted to puke, but not from the alcohol. Trying to put on a brave face, Jake replied that he was fine and you didn’t need to worry. “You look like you want to puke, you sure you’re okay?” A few seconds pass, “Okay, I’ve made the executive decision for you to come home with me until you feel better.” This became something you were known for among the Daggers, taking them home with you to nurse them back to health. So far, you've done it to Phoenix & Bob, Payback, and Coyote. It all stemmed from the time Phoenix and Bob got food poisoning and you had them stay over with you until they felt better. A couple weeks later, they had brought Payback over with a mysterious illness, and he was better after a few days. This was just a normal practice for you now, and you thought nothing of it. You grabbed Jake’s arm and headed towards the car after some quick goodbyes with the squad. After ignoring his protests, you somehow managed to wrestle him into the passenger seat.

“Y/N, I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine. Promise,” He was seriously trying to convince you nothing was wrong when he looked that rough? Nope. You nodded your head and pretended to agree before handing him a cold pack you keep in your vehicle for this exact purpose. “I’m a grown man, Y/N/N. I can handle myself.” You wished he could handle his whining.

“Listen, I know, but sometimes you need someone to take care of you and that’s what I’m here for.” You looked into his sparkling orbs while awaiting a response. Jake broke eye contact before he spoke. 

“Why? Like, I understand Phoenix and Baby On Board, they’re your friends, but me? I’m not anyone’s friend. That’s why they call me Hangman, I’ll hang anyone out to dry, you don’t seem to care though. You saw the pictures from the barbeque, I’m only in them because of you. And I’ve never gone out of my way to be nice to you, the opposite has occurred actually, so why are you so nice to me?” After his rant, Hangman looked devoid of breath and all emotions while sitting in your passenger seat. Your never ending kindness just made him feel worse for what he had done. 

“Oh honey, don’t discount yourself based on what other people say and do, that way of living makes you miserable. Because you’re not Hangman to me, you’re just Jake. I separate the work from the people. There really isn’t a reason why I take care of y’all when you’re sick, it’s just something I like to do because I know any of you would have my back the second I called. Don’t worry about it.” You desperately wanted to reach out and hold him, but that might’ve crossed a line, so you instead laid your palm face up on the center console to grab if he wanted to. Almost instantly, Jake reached for your hand and clutched it in his. The real reason you cared for Hangman was because you saw him for who he really was. Someone who needed attention and a little kindness, but hid it with narcissism and bravado. You’d never tell him that though. The rest of the drive was made in silence, besides the low tones of the radio and the sounds of the wind in the background. Making a stop at your favorite pizza place, you left the car on and quickly ran in to retrieve your to-go order. Finally, you arrived at your home and led Jake inside where you went to grab plates and some lemonade. “Sit. Go on, I just have to run to the kitchen and grab a few things.” 

Before you could leave to the kitchen, he uttered out, “Y/N. We need to talk. I did something I’m not exactly proud of and I need to man up and take credit for it.” He seemed nervous, fidgeting with the button on his jeans and bouncing his leg. In an attempt to calm him down, you placed a hand on his knee to stop the bouncing. 

“Okay, you have my full attention, but I need you to calm down first. Take some deep breaths, actually, we can take them together.” After you led him in a few deep breaths, there were a few moments of silence that preluded his confession. 

“I want to start off by saying that our friendship means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me...well, I saw you in a compromising position when I was looking through your phone earlier… and instead of looking away, I kept swiping and watching more.” You couldn’t help bursting out into a fit of giggles at his confession. 

“You’re freaking out because you saw my porn?” you paused to continue your laughter, having to wipe tears from your eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry. It’s funny how tore up you were about it when it was my bad. I forgot to move it to My Eyes Only. No worries.” Jake was stunned, he just admitted to watching your self made porn videos, and instead of being angry you laughed. This didn’t help the guilt still festering in his chest. “It must’ve been really good because you’ve never left the bar with a woman that looks like me before. So I’m surprised that you even watched one of them.”

“Don’t do that. Hit me, scream at me, give me a talking to like I’m a child, just don’t do that. I need to do something to make it up to you.” He’s really too good for his own good. “And by the way, you’re totally my type. I haven’t brought any women home from the bar or anywhere for that matter because they aren’t you.” Jake brought his hand up to your face to cup your cheek.

“Oh, I get it now. You aren’t actually sorry, you just feel guilty. I mean… nevermind.” The anticipation was killing him.

“Tell me, I said anything.” Your mouth twisted into a smirk at his words. 

“Well… if you’re really sure, you can help me make another one.” Jake looked at you with wide eyes and mouth agape. “You can do it right? I recall you saying something about the ladies being very interested in how hung Hangman was, and I’m intrigued.” Before you could say anything else, Jake picked you up. “Jake put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Darlin’, what do you think I lift all those weights for? These muscles aren’t just for show. Now, hush talking bad about yourself and point me in the direction of the bedroom.” You gave up your protests because they were falling on deaf ears. Silently, you pointed him to the bedroom. After he entered you apologized for the mess when he placed you onto the bed. “Don’t apologize sweetheart, you do that too much at work anyway. I’m telling you you’re too nice.”

“Listen. I’m nice because there’s too much darkness in this world, and I brighten it one person at a time.” That was an excuse, because you truly didn’t know why you were so nice, you just were. It didn’t mean you let people disrespect and run over you. The nature of your person depended on your kindness. Maybe because of the movie you saw where the fat girl was told she couldn’t be fat and a bitch. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Jake placing a kiss on your stomach. 

“Y/N? You with me honey?” You nodded yes to confirm. “You look like you spaced out for a sec. Can I take these off?” he said while gesturing to both of your clothes. Not saying anything, you removed your top and pants, remaining in your undergarments. “Goddamn… sorry, you just look so…”

Worried he was judging you and your body, you distracted him, “You can take yours off. By the way, we don’t have to record if you don’t want to. I just want you to be comfortable, and that’s part of the reason I haven’t set the phone up yet.” Although Jake was confident, you understood that everyone had body issues and confidence problems.

“Darlin’ I’m down for whatever you want. I’m fine with recording because I want you to remember the first time we made love,” following the statement he coughed loudly to cover up the end. “Sorry, like I was saying, I want you to remember the best sex of your life so of course we can record it.”

“Don’t give me that bravado Seresin. The jury’s out on that right now.” You finally set your phone up on your tripod to a good angle and started the film, then returned to your seat at the edge of the bed. “So what now? I’ve done this plenty of times alone, but never with anyone else and I don’t know what you’re into.”

“You.” You cocked your head at him, but ultimately decided to dismiss the statement. Jake situated himself to where you were straddling his lap and his mouth was right by your ear. “I forgot to ask, but can I kiss you?” You shook your head yes and waited on him to make a move. Jake slowly moved away and then brought your lips to his. Your lips moved in sync like the two of you had been together for years, there was no awkwardness to it. Jake moved you off of his lap and laid you back on the bed. He sat back towards his heels and looked down at you. Normally, this would make you uncomfortable, but you felt validated under his gaze, regardless of how terrible of a person he was supposed to be. After a few moments of admiring your body, he placed his body on top of yours and started placing kisses down the expanse of your shoulders and chest. He acted like he was avoiding your boobs, they were still clothed, there wasn’t much damage to be done. So you lightly pushed his face into them.

“Jake, you don’t have to be scared of my boobs, we’re about to fuck.” You both laughed at the sentiment. He ignored your diss and continued to kiss down your body, paying special attention to the stretch marks around your navel. Before continuing any further, he reached up and began palming your breasts. Not distracting himself from his earlier objective, he looked up at you for confirmation before hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear to slide them down your thighs and onto the floor. You relaxed into the bed as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He continued pleasuring you with his tongue before adding a finger into your tight heat. Once he began pumping it in and out of you, you were yearning for more. Jake sensed this and added another finger. As he increased the speed of his fingers going in and out of you, your moans increased in volume. “I don’t want my neighbors to hate me. One second.” Ever considerate, you put a pillow over your face, before Jake promptly removed it.

“Fuck ‘em. Let me hear you darlin’.” He resumed his earlier motions and started making tight circles on your clit with his fingers. Your moans somehow got louder, you felt like the entire block could hear you. Sensing and hating your insecurity, Jake began swallowing your moans in a kiss. Right as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of you, “You ready to take all of me?” 

With a rasp in your voice, you replied, “Yeah, I can take it.” Jake pulled his boxers down and threw them off to the side. Shit. You handed him a condom out of the nightstand and put it on his dick. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. It was a stretch, but quickly turned pleasurable. “Jake, more.” He quickly obliged and began slamming into you at a speed paralleled with the F-18s he flew for a living. Already sensitive from the orgasm you almost had, you were quickly nearing your peak again. Ever perceptive, Jake moved one of his hands back down onto your clit. “I’m almost there,” your back was arched and your hands fisting the sheets. 

“Cum for me sweets.” So you did, and Jake followed soon after emptying his spend in the condom. He slowly pulled out and went to turn the camera off before cleaning the two of you up. “Wanna watch it? After I clean us up, of course.” You agreed, and you and Jake spent the next few hours critiquing the original tape and coming up with ideas for the next one.

[itsthemysterykids]

(Before going on vacation)

Wybie: "Neil, I feel I'm going to regret asking, but why did you make a bath bomb out of brown gravy mix?"

Neil: "You'll see if I have to use it."

(On vacation-poolside)

Karen: "This hotel really need to ban kids from at least one of the pools."

Neil: (Winks at Wybie before tossing 'gravy bomb into the pool behind the Karen) "Wait for it."

Karen: And another thing! My generation is better than this queer black immigrant generation, and only I should be allowed to vote! And furthermore-

Lifeguard: Holy shit! Get the fuck out of the pool! *Blows whistle* Code Caddyshack, people! This Karen took a shit in the pool!

*Everyone immediately climbs out of the pool when they see that Neil’s bath bomb exploded behind the Karen*

Karen: What? No! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me! I want my lawyer!

Wybie: … Neil, and I say this as genuinely as possible… You are truly a devious mastermind.

Neil: Aw, you’re just saying that! Now let’s be Gen Z phone users and embarrass her on TikTok, Snapchat, and Instagram.

Wybie: *Recording* Way ahead of you.

[superman86to99]

Superman #88 (April 1994)

Bizarro's World, Finale! The cover above is actually pretty misleading: Bizarro doesn’t punch Superman in this issue, but he does punch... your heart. Lex Luthor Jr. has captured Bizarro and wants to kill and dissect him on the off-chance that his bizarre-o DNA contains the key to cure the affliction that has slowly been turning Lex into Professor X (minus the powers).

Superman and Lois Lane show up at LexCorp to save Bizarro, since they now realize he's just an innocent doofus with a crush on her. While Superman is stalled by some armored Lex-Men, Dr. Sydney Happersen works tirelessly to analyze Bizarro's body in hopes of finding a cure for his beloved boss -- you have to love your boss to continue working despite the fact that a monster burned half your face off like a day ago (in comic book time).

Happersen manages to isolate the key to curing Luthor... just as Superman arrives and clumsily sets fire to Lex’s computers with his recently augmented heat vision.

As Superman tries to contain that fire he started, Happersen orders an armored goon to "get a piece of Bizarro's tissue" -- which the goon takes to mean "stab the bastard." Happersen uses that tissue to finally create a cure for Luthor while Bizarro dies on the arms of his beloved Lois, who finally sees him as Superman, even if for just a second.

It's a beautiful and dignified end for the chara-- oh wait, no, he isn't dead yet. Right before shuffling off for good, Bizarro summons one final bit of strength to destroy the computer containing the cure and screw Lex over. Which, in a way, is an even more dignified end.

They should really start making these computers heat vision-proof. Anyway, that goon who stabbed Bizarro seems to be taking this rather badly and breaks down in front of everyone -- because, to Lois' shock, he's actually a frail and completely bald Lex Jr. in disguise.

Wait, where’s Superman during all this? Oh yeah, he had to fly off into space to get rid of a tank of burning chemicals before it exploded, but just as he’s about to head back to Earth he notices he's somehow getting more... swole?

TO BE CONTINUED!

Plotline-Watch:

Obviously, Lex had everything that happened in this issue coming, but the fact that Happersen had a cure for the Clone Plague and Superman/Bizarro destroyed it kinda sucks for the other clones living in Metropolis. How many more died between this issue and the end of the storyline? Then again, there's a big chance LexCorp would have kept the cure to itself without Superman being able to do anything about it anyway.

Don Sparrow says: "Lex’s sleight of hand, digitally altering his appearance while instructing Team Luthor is quite prescient of today, and the various Instagram filters, which can automatically change a face in real time." That's a good point. Did Lex Luthor invent Snapchat filters in the '90s? Did he ever accidentally press something and make it look like he had dog ears and make-up on?

Among the many examples of Superman's powers going out of control in this issue is a scene where he flies so fast while carrying Lois that she can't breathe. Shouldn't that happen every time they're flying too fast for other people to see, though? I always figured Superman's aura gave her a little pocket of breathable air or something.

Moments after that (and accidentally throwing a Team Luthor goon off a building while trying to push him away), Superman willingly uses his heat vision right next to Lois to break some handcuffs a goon slapped on her. Dude, seriously? You're lucky she didn't burn up like a LexCorp computer. Unless Superman was just casually looking at the handcuffs and did that by accident and tried to play it cool?

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Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):

We start as always with the cover, and it’s a pretty good one.  The time-honoured (and rarely seen, during this era, where they’re hard at work at the upcoming Superman/Doomsday mini) team of Jurgens and Breeding showing Bizarro throwing down with Superman, with an emaciated Lex behind them.  The computer screen is a bit confusing in how much of the screen it takes up (it reminds me a bit of Jurgens’ drawings of “entropy” in the upcoming Zero Hour mini-series, but in green).

Inside the book we’re greeted by a full page splash of a sickly Lex (surprisingly ratty blanket for a billionaire!) in our second straight guest issue by Stuart Immonen.  Immonen excels at most things, but technology here looks particularly believable.  A little further into the issue, the facial expressions between Superman and Lois tell the story well, as Superman doesn’t recognize how much his speed has grown over the usual. Immonen’s Superman has more of a mane than we’ve seen in other books up to now. A couple of pages later, the tall thin panel arrangement really gives the sense of height appropriate for a skyscraper.

We’ve mentioned throughout the series how many parallels there are between Bizarro and Frankenstein, and being restrained to a table once again reminds me of the monster.  Immonen’s signature rim lighting is use to good effect on the scenes with Happersen at the computer.

Once Lois and Superman arrive to rescue the guy Superman’s been fighting the last few issues, the desperation and pain in Bizarro’s face is haunting on page 13.  It’s a small detail, but as the lab goes up in flames, the background silhouette of Superman dousing flame with his cape is masterful—lots of motion and gesture, even for a totally darkened figure.  

There never seems to be a shortage of Lois pieta poses in these pages, and this issue is no different—the exchange between them at the end of the issue is particularly affecting.  The effect of the now-dead Bizarro fully crystalizing is a good one as well, as he looks completely stripped of life and colour—though I don’t fully get how his clothes also lightened. [Max: I still don’t understand how they darkened from regular Superman colors in the first place last issue. Let’s go with “unstable molecules.”]

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

I personally prefer the more Ed-Hannigan-inspired Lex suits, but it’s nice to see consistency, as these ones look a lot like the ones Mxyzptlk played with all the way back in Superman #31 (aside from the purple colour, rather than the stormtrooper white we get here).

I’ve already stated my one-and-only-beef with Stuart Immonen’s Superman is that he’s sometimes not handsome enough, but how youthful he draws the Man of Steel is certainly a breath of fresh air.

Not much for “B” storyline here, the struggle to free Bizarro takes up pretty much this entire story. [Max: True, I guess the only “B” story is Superman’s powers growing out of control... which is about to become the “A” story in the following issues.]

[kindh3art3d]

catch me part 3 - jvke fanfic

I sat in my dorm, all the lights turned off, my roommate was gone for the weekend, giving me the space, I needed. For the past few days, I had felt like I was in mourning.

I missed Jake.

No texts, no phone calls, nothing.

I was scared I ruined our friendship.

I was so, so selfish, so stupid.

It was too soon, he was still upset about his breakup, and I decided to kiss him.

Kiss him!

Why, why, why?

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away with my hoodie sleeve.

I was frustrated, heartbroken and lost.

I wondered how long it would be like this.

Which one of us would break first and reach out?

I didn't know how long I wanted to wait to find out.

—

I went on with my life- the best I could anyways.

I went to my classes and to work, studied late in the library.

All by myself.

I never felt more alone. It was only the absence of Jake's presence in my life is when I realized how lonely I was. All my friends and family lived states away, and I wasn't super close with anyone else here.

I sat by the lake- our lake, and watched the remaining geese. Most had decided to go to a warmer south, these were the stragglers. It was cold now, almost December, the air had a bitter sting, I could feel my nose chill, and I prayed I wouldn't catch a cold. Suddenly I felt and ache in my chest. It felt like a knife, it twisted mercilessly. I missed him so much.

So damn much.

I wished he wasn't all I thought about.

All I wanted.

I impulsively grabbed my phone.

He had been posting cover videos on instagram, and they always cheered me up.

I refreshed my page, and sure enough he posted a new video...

—

The semester came and went, the holidays a blur. I went home to see my family.

My neighbor Iza, was home for the holidays, she was my childhood best friend and we decided got coffee to catch up. When she asked me about the "cute boy" who was always in my snapchat stories I reluctantly told her everything that took place over the last year.

She was the only person who asked me about Jake, the only one I really told anyways.

My parents asked if I made any friends, I lied. I told them me and my roommate were super close, when in all reality, I only saw her in passing.

We celebrated the New Year, Iza invited me to some party, some of our old mutual friends were there. As we stood counting down to the new year, I was alone. Iza brought her boyfriend and they stood out on the balcony, waiting for midnight.

"3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The room yelled and couples kissed as music blared and fireworks exploded outside. I watched, gave a small smile to no one and sipped my drink.

I hated how alone I was. Hated how sad I still was.

I missed him.

On the way home Iza and her boyfriend laughed and talked in the front seat, I sat in the backseat with my legs pulled up to my chin.

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket.

jake

happy new year, hope ur ok

I squeezed my eyes and threw my phone across the seat.

I never responded.

—

When the spring semester started, I felt myself starting to heal and move on a little. After visiting home for the holidays and me and Iza reconnected, we made a point on staying in contact. I've been less lonely with her constant check ins and semi-constant FaceTime calls. My grades even started to look a little better. Finally for the first time in a long time, I started to feel okay again.

I realized that I didn't need Jake in my life to make me happy.

But god, he always did...

But just when I felt secure and sure about myself, a 15 second video made my world crash down on me.

Iza sent me a cute makeup video and I noticed the catchy song attached to it, I liked it so I decided to search it up.

It was called "Upside Down" by JVKE, and sure as hell. It was Jake.

"Up down, right down

Looking for your love, right now

La, la, la, la

Up down, all around

Turn my stomach upside down

La, la, la, la"

I went to his instagram (I recently unfollowed him...) and realized he was started to get quite a following. Turned out he got signed by a label and was queued to release more music soon. I heard the song everywhere and marveled how he could just in the last few months make a trending song.

—

As time slowly crept on, I wondered how he was, now with a popular song and an official artist name that people knew.

I always wanted to reach out, my hands ached for the motion of texting him. But it never happened.

I watched as he released more and more music, each song becoming more popular than the last.

I wasn't the same girl who cried over the mere thought of him, but I really missed him, and wondered if I severed our friendship forever. After all he did try to reach out and I did nothing.

It was already too late, I knew I'd just be a memory to him.

Someone in the past.

I was probably no better than Faith in his eyes.

—

This year I graduated college.

It was a day that I always dreamt I'd spend with Jake, us standing on stage, both proudly clenching our degrees, family and friends cheering us on. We always talked about it. Always talked about today.

We never talked about what would happen to us after we graduated.

But we never even made it that far, so what does it matter now?

As the Dean called me up on stage, I felt my nerves take over as each step seemed impossible. I held my breath as my shoes clicked against the smooth auditorium floor. I griped the rail as I got walked into stage. I graduated with honors, which meant I was to give a small speech. I hated speeches.

"Fellow class men, we all know how hard it was to get here. All the hours we spent studying, our eyes unfocused and teary. All the times we couldn't sleep because we were worried about our grades, and how no matter how hard we tried, we'd never be good enough." I paused as I scanned the room, vaguely recognizing a few graduates in the front row.

"We can now proudly say, we did it. It was all worth it."

Cheers echoed throughout the room as I accepted my degree. I was happy they were content enough with the stupidity small speech. But truthfully, everyone hates sitting through those kinds of things.

—

I found my family and Iza and we together all walked down to the reception dinner. I wasn't all too excited to go but, my family insisted (Honestly, they probably just wanted free food).

We stood in a circle as my parents talked with a faculty member, apparently my dad and him attended the same college. Apparently I was the only one who didn't really care about the conversation, because I paid little attention to them, instead I swirled my drink around in my glass.

Iza must have noticed my disconnect, because she suddenly tugged on my arm,

"Hey, I'm gonna go back and get some of those mini brochette things. Wanna come with?"

I laughed and agreed, thankful for some distraction from my thoughts. We locked arms as we made our way to the refreshment table.

"So what now Y/N?" she asked, I looked at her puzzled as I grabbed a small chocolate truffle and popped it in my mouth

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged, using the mini tongs to pick up a zillion pieces of brochette to fill her flimsy paper plate.

"Like what's the plan now?"

I bit my lip, annoyed that my own concern was being vocalized by someone else.

"Umm, I'm going to be looking for a job." That was the strongest answer I could give at the moment.

Iza ramped on, but by now I couldn't hear her.

I saw a ghost.

He stood against a wall, his dark eyes trained on me.

A small smirk grew on his lips and spread up his face.

In that moment I didn't even think, I just stood there as he approached me.

Iza was confused at first, but then she saw the look of recondition on my face and slowly backed up.

"Jake" I breathed his name, it was both foreign and familiar on my lips.

I thought I was imagining things, until he wrapped his arms around me.

I suddenly started to shake as emotion washed over me.

He held me, smoothing my hair. His familiar warm scent filled my senses as I buried my face in his shirt. I couldn't believe it.

He was real.

He was real.

But just as quickly as the moment of perfection came, it quickly ended.

"Y/N" he whisper next to my ear, his voice sent chills down my spine.

I could only manage a mumbled

"Mm?"

He pulled me closer

"We need to talk."

[biglisbonnews]

Jordyn Woods Dissed Hailey Bieber With...Lip Liner? It's been weeks since the resurgence of Selena Gomez and Hailey Bieber's apparent feud. There's no end in sight, and the bodies of everyone involved now litter the 101 from Calabasas to Hollywood. Into this mayhem steps Jordyn Woods. The influencer and famous ex-friend of Bieber bestie Kylie Jenner posted a Snapchat video Monday with Selena Gomez's makeup brand, Rare Beauty. In the snap, she can be seen with a lip liner — called "Kind Words" according to eagle-eyed Selenators — and a caption that reads, "Love this lip liner." \u201cjordyn woods loves her rare beauty lipliner. \ud83d\udc8b TEAM SELENA IKTR\u201d — ana | FAN ACCOUNT. (@ana | FAN ACCOUNT.) 1677510477 From the looks of it, Woods has no real connection to Rare Beauty or Gomez outside of her previous relationship to Jenner, which exploded in 2019 after Khloe Kardashian's then-boyfriend Tristan Thompson kissed Woods at a party. Woods went on to share her experience with Thompson and the Kardashians on the Pinkett-Smith family's Red Table Talk, after which Khloe famously tweeted: "Why are you lying @jordynwoods ?? If you’re going to try and save yourself by going public, INSTEAD OF CALLING ME PRIVATELY TO APOLOGIZE FIRST, at least be HONEST about your story. BTW, You ARE the reason my family broke up!" Jenner swiftly axed Woods from the family dynamic, and the two went on to never speak again (at least in public).Despite his public indiscretion, Khloe took Tristan back and then broke up and then took him back through multiple ensuing affairs and secret children.Related | Selena Gomez Calls Out Hailey Bieber Over Old Taylor Swift DissTo bystanders, the feud was dead and turned to dust, as multiple world-ending events have transpired since February 2019. Alas, it would seem society is not so lucky. But however petty Wood's lipliner snap might be, the origin of the ongoing debacle between Gomez, Jenner, and Bieber is equally frivolous: eyebrows!As noted by TMZ and others, Gomez shared a video of her overly laminated brows last week with the caption, "I accidentally laminated my brows too much." The next day, Jenner shared a video of her brows with the caption: "this was an accident ?????" She didn't stop there. Her next snap was a FaceTime call with Bieber — who married Gomez's ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber — in which the two showed each other their eyebrows.The Selenators imploded. See on Instagram Never mind that Gomez and Bieber posed for a picture last year — or that Gomez and Bieber haven't dated in years. Fans quickly descended on Bieber and Jenner, describing them as mean girls and bullies. Old videos of Bieber's were resurfaced, Pia Mia joined the fray on Gomez's side and even Taylor Swift got involved, somehow. With Woods' addition to the battlefield, I suspect that this mess between them all is nowhere near sorted. That might work out for all of them; The Kardashians isn't filming at the moment, I'm not quite sure what Bieber does exactly and Gomez has an alleged album and makeup brand to promote. Photo courtesy of Axelle/Bauer-Griffin/Getty https://www.papermag.com/selena-gomez-and-hailey-bieber-2659485519.html

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

sorry im being mentally ill on main tonight

[comm-caribou]

Meeting the Parents (part one):

Part two Part three

Synopsis: part of my high school AU for my Star Wars OCs, where everyone is still alive and no one dies. Juliette’s parents learn their teenage daughter is hanging out some new friends versus the old ones they met/remember from elementary and middle school. With both parents going away for a business trip during a very important weekend, it’s time they meet Juliette’s new friend group… of 20+ teenage boys.

————

“Bye, mom! Bye, buir!” Juliette called as she ran down the stairs, “I’m off to school!”

“Ad‘ika,” her father called from the kitchen, “I made you breakfast! I’ll drive you to school!”

Her mother snickered over her tea, “my dear, calm down. Our little girl is growing up.”

Juliette followed her nose to the kitchen, “I smell chocolate.”

“Chocolate chip pancakes,” he pointed his spatula to the mountain of them. “They’re still your favorite, aren’t they?”

Juliette dropped her book bag and sat down, “I guess I could eat one.”

Her smiled, doing a little happy dance of victory as he flipped the next batch.

“So, my dear daughter,” her mother set down her tea cup, “how come we haven’t seen any of your friends around lately?”

Juliette put two pancakes on her plate, “well, things are complicated. Micara, Faye, and Nala have cheerleading all the time, Anneliese does tutoring after school, Rani has all these clubs…”

She left out the part where she saw all their Snapchat and Instagram stories showing them all at the mall, movies, bowling, and everywhere else. They cut her from the group, more specifically Micara cut her out.

Her father frowned, “do you think they’ll be busy this weekend?”

Juliette sat down with her plate, “no offense, I don’t really feel like celebrating with them. I’d rather just do something with you guys!”

They were quiet, and looked worriedly to each other.

She knew that look, and it made her heart sink.

“You two have a business trip,” Juliette put down her fork. “I’ll be alone for my sixteenth birthday…”

“We can cancel!” Her father picked up his cell, “push the trip back, perhaps?”

“We can’t.” Her mother said lowly, “this opportunity is too important.”

“So is our daughter,” her father said quietly.

“Jaller, we both have to be there,” her mother said, “maybe, we bring her?”

“She’ll be stuck in a stuffy hotel,” her father shook his head, “that’s not a happy birthday.”

Juliette sighed, as her phone began dinging.

Her parents continued their back and forth as she picked up her phone, finding the group chat exploding.

Cosmos: Starlight! Where are you?!!

Boomerang: are you sick? what are you symptoms?

Mirage: sun poisoning?

Keks: what the heck is sun poisoning?

Cooper: Means she got too much sun.

Keks: is that really a thing?

Shadow: *added a link*

Shadow: just googled it for you! it’s a thing!

Mirage: SHADOW!!!!

Boomerang: SUP SHADOW!!!!

Cooper: who added Shadow?

Hardwire: I did :)

Coyote: cool!

Dabbler: isnt fury and tracks in this too?

Track: ;p

Fury: Juliette still hasn’t answered the question…

Cosmos: EVERYONE SHUT UP!

Cosmos: STARLIGHT??!!? WHER RU?!?!!

Juliette giggled reading over their texts, especially since her other two main group chats were beginning to chat too.

“Something funny, ad’ika?” Her father asked.

Juliette grinned, “just some friends…”

Her mother narrowed her eyes, “what kind of friends?”

Juliette lifted her gaze, feeling a blush warm her face, “they’re just friends.”

“Are they boys?” Her mother pressed.

“Maybe,” she texted the chat.

“You’re too young to be dating!” Her father held his chest, “you’re still my little girl!”

“Jaller,” her mother sighed, “remember last year?”

“Oh yeah,” her father muttered, “Fang who went to private school. Well, no more boyfriends till your thirty.”

Juliette chewed on her cheek, “um… how do I tell you this? Uh… I have a boyfriend?”

Her father dropped the spatula, “Almyra, cancel the trip.”

“Jaller, my love, calm down,” her mother turned her attention to Juliette, “we need to meet him. Along with this other male friends of yours.”

Juliette groaned, then typed in the chat, “wait. All of them? Or just the ones in this chat?”

“All of them.” Almyra stated.

“How many are there?” Jaller nervously asked.

Juliette sucked in her teeth, “you might need to order ten or fifteen pizzas.”

Juliette: Calm yourselves, gentlemen

Juliette: I am safe at home eating pancakes

Keks: what kind? xD

Cooper: is food the only thing on your mind?

Keks: it’s a very important question!

Cosmos: Thank the stars! You’re okay!

Coyote: unrelated, what did you guys get for question 37 in the math homework?

Mirage: oh osik! we had homework?

Cooper: DUH!

Hardwire: when do we not?

Shadow: I got x=4.5

Tracks: *liked Shadow’s message*

Coyote: THANK YOU!!!!

Boomerang: same

Boomerang: you can copy my hw before in study hall pretty boy

Mirage: thanks doc!

Juliette: Chocolate chip!!!!!

Juliette: I’ll bring you some Keks!

Keks: YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cooper: -__-

Tracks: *liked Cooper’s message*

Fury: *liked Cooper’s message*

Hardwire: *liked Cooper’s message*

Cosmos: *liked Cooper’s message*

Boomerang: *liked Cooper’s message*

Mirage: *liked Cooper’s message*

Shadow: *liked Cooper’s message*

Keks: *liked Cooper’s message*

Cooper: STOP LIKING MY NESSAGE!!!!

Keks: it’s spelt message :)

Cosmos: Children behave.

Tracks: *liked Cosmos’s message*

Boomerang: lol

Mirage: lol

Shadow: lol

Cooper: I hate it here.

Keks: :’(

Juliette: So…

Cosmos: Talk to me, Starlight :D

Fury: yes?

Hardwire: yes Juliette?!

Keks: JULIETTE?!?!

Mirage: hello?!?!

Dabbler: the suspense is killing us!

Juliette: Sorry! xD

Juliette: My parents want you all to come over for a pizza party thing. So they can meet my friends…?

Hardwire: okay!

Boomerang: can do!

Cosmos: Oh joy…

Fury: I’ll come, but your mom scares me

Mirage: omg! same!

Mirage: *liked Fury’s message*

Tracks: *liked Juliette’s message*

Keks: you had me at pizza!

Keks: please still bring the pancakes to school though

Keks: i’m hungry :(

Cooper: I literally watched you gulf down two bowls of cereal!

Keks: I’m a growing boy!

Stickler: WHO PUT ME IN THIS GROUP CHAT?!?!

Cosmos: Take one guess.

Stickler: HARDWIRE!!!!!

Hardwire: *liked Stickler’s message*

[outerbanks-fandom]

Princess of the Outerbanks (2)

Part 1

Description: keggers aren’t always bad

warnings; swearing, female reader

Word count: 826

Another night another kegger. It was a smaller night at the boneyard, the pogues, a few tourons and I filled the beach. I was sandwiched between Sarah and Kiera. We watched Pope and John B as they shot gunned beers. Then Pope choked on it which caused the beer to spray out of his nose. In a fit of laughter I looked around for JJ to tell him what just happened, but I was met with something I definitely didn’t want to see. 

JJ Maybank and a random brunette girl making out near the water. I know he isn’t mine or anything but I thought we had something. Well that just killed my entire mood. Which Kiera noticed and followed my gaze, “He’s a jerk, but I wouldn't expect much from JJ. Always said he wasn't the relationship type.” I nodded and shrugged. “Girl your way too hot to be sad over JJ Maybank.” I know she was trying to cheer me up but it wasn’t necessary he’s not my boyfriend. “Okay, no more JJ talk, let’s go find our own tourons to mack on.” A grin plastered on my face that was soon mirrored on hers. “Hell yeah!” 

-

That conversation is what sparked the one I was engaged with right now. The person I've been talking to for about 15 minutes, is named Alex, their genderfluid, originally from New Orleans but is here in obx for the summer. I know they prefer more masculine compliments but definitely was fine with me saying they were pretty. They were definitely someone I could see myself having a summer fling with if I wasn't so infatuated with a certain shaggy haired blonde surfer. “So if you don’t mind me asking, what do you identify as? I can certainly feel some flirting going on and I don’t really want to engage in something if your straight and just being friendly.” I giggled and shook my head, “No, I’m definitely not straight, I don’t really label my sexuality. I just like people, but if I had to I’d say I'm queer.” 

Alex and I talked for majority of the night migrating from the middle of the beach to, the keg to refill our drinks, we also sat by the bonfire for a bit before Alex had to return to their beach house. We exchanged snapchats and I walked with them to their car. “Tonight was fun, like a lot of fun. But I can’t help but notice a blue eyed blondie staring daggers into me.” 

I didn’t even have to turn around to know who they were referring to. “Yeah, that’s JJ. He’s not my boyfriend or anything but we definitely aren’t just friends, or so I thought. I found him making out with some random girl earlier.” They  nodded and smiled, “So you were using me as payback” my eyes just about popped out if my head. “NO, I mean no. I didn’t- No just no” words left my mouth before I even formed a sentence in my head. Alex smiled again, “I never said it was a bad thing. I’m gonna kiss you now, but if you don’t want that to happen please tell me. My ego won’t be shattered promise.”

They leaned in when I just smiled in return of their statement, and I didn’t stop them. Before I knew it Alex had put their hand on my cheek and kissed me softly and everything was just bittersweet. “Good night Y/n, call text if you ever wanna use me again. Don’t turn around now but blondie’s head might explode.” 

-

“Okay Y/n who was that?” Sarah asked smirking, “that was Alex, they’re here for the summer.” Sarah and Kiera continued to investigate me and of course I answered nut my thoughts were mostly stuck on JJ staring at me. He had a look in his eyes that would scare even The Hulk. ‘Chateau. Now.’ he mouthed but I ignored him, he wasn’t gonna ruin my night by yelling at me. My complete disobedience didn’t go unnoticed in fact it pissed him off more. So much that he stormed over to the girls and I grabbed my arm and yanked me towards my car. “Sorry girls gotta borrow Y/n for a bit.” 

He continued to pull me and I fought back at first but soon realized it was no use. “give me your keys.” I rolled my eyes, “No.” 

“That wasn’t a question princess.” the way he said ‘princess’ gave me chills but not the good kind. His voice was laced with so much venom. I still held my grown though and got in the drivers seat slamming my door in his face, He laughed. That mother fucker laughed. Not a giggly laugh either, like ‘I'm a psychotic mother fucker’ laugh. That didn’t stop me from starting my car and waiting for him to get in my passenger seat. 

“This’ll be a long night.” “Shut up Y/n” 

-

taglist: @khiaraaa-in-spacee

[ri-ahhh]

hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

***

It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

**

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment. 

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find. 

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.  

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again. 

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip. 

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin. 

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink. 

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”