#i wouldn't have appreciated it as much as now

[inotakumagf]

glorious evol-ultion!

✶ L&DS x gn! reader

word count ✺ 2.9K

summary ✺ you discover you can use your evol to make your own strap-on, & it lets you feel everything.

warning ✺ minors DNI! pegging, top! reader, bottom! LIs, misuse of evol lol, reader is gender neutral & afab. individual warnings for each blurb. based on this post. reblogs & comments are very appreciated <3 happy belated valentine’s day

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Xavier — cockwarming, bratty! Xavier, dom! reader, degradation, pet names (my moon, bunny), maybe hints at somnophilia, Xavier is so disobedient but he’s cute while doing it so…

You rest your head on Xavier's shoulder, nipping kisses into his skin. His skin is flushed all the way down his back and across his neck. You peer over at his unnaturally quiet form. You bite down on his skin harder, fishing for a reaction.

“What's on your mind, bunny?”

Finally, you get to him. His breath comes out ragged, and he thrusts imperceptibly backwards. You wouldn't have noticed if your focus wasn’t completely on him. You reach down, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him flush against you. He tries to grind against your strap again, but you're ready for his bratty behavior this time. You hold his hips still against your own, denying him the relief you know he’s craving. You’ve denied him over and over again, and you’ll keep denying him until he learns his lesson.

He lets out a long, low moan, tipping his head backwards. He peeks over at you with desperate eyes.

“My moon, please, please, please fuck me. Need you…hng– so bad.” His voice is sweet and patient, but you know it’s just a cover. You pull him closer, which makes your strap fit deeper in him.

You grit your teeth as you feel him clench desperately around you. Or, technically around your evol. But your evol is so strongly connected to your own senses that the energy you’ve poured into your phantom dick feels so real.

You drag your teeth over the soft cartilage of his ear. “Don't act so innocent now, Xavier. You were a fucking brat all day. What makes you think I'll give you what you want?”

He groans in frustration. His hand shoots out to wrap around his throbbing, aching dick, not caring about the consequences. It takes you a split second to realize, and when you do, you slap his hand away.

You tut, jerking his chin so that he has to look back at you. “Such an impatient fucking brat. That’s why I need to train you, bunny.”

He cries out desperately at the lack of attention to his cock and his prostate. He pleads, too far gone to care about how much he’s submitting to you. “Please, baby. I know you need it too.”

You squish his cheeks, watching as he pouts into your touch. “Do I? I can control myself, unlike you. You’re just a dumb bunny, desperate to get off without a care in the world. You get too desperate when you fuck a hole, or when you’re getting fucking. I need to teach you, or you’ll be too horny to think straight.”

Xavier cries out again, but he doesn’t make a move to get you to stimulate his prostate, so you reward him with a sweet kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away with a smile. You snuggle into him, taking a deep breath into his hair. You run your hand back down his chest, resting it gently over his waist.

“Come on, Xav. If you’re a good boy and sleep like this, I’ll fuck you when we wake up, okay?”

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Sylus — belly bulge, missionary, service/sub top! reader, creampie, overstimulation, hints at multiple rounds, sylus is a size queen, little bit of dacryphilia, praise (r receiving), sylus talks you through fucking him

It’s hard to breathe with Sylus’s tight hole wrapped so beautifully around your strap. You get it now, why he gets so lost in pleasure when he fucks you. And now that you’re fucking him, you never want to stop. You feel like some kind of uncontrollable beast. Your kisses against his lips are spit-slicked and downright hungry. Your thrusts are fast and mean. Nothing on this Earth can pull either of you away from each other.

Sylus, to his credit, takes your pace like he was made for it. He’s laying with his back arching off the mattress, and his legs around your waist keep your strap deep inside him. Thank god for your dedicated hunter training, otherwise you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up above him this long. 

You feel like a desperate mess. Even your evol is out of control. It leaks essence against his hole, making your strokes wet and easy. You wonder if you can fuck him hard enough to draw an actual orgasm out of your evol strap. The thought makes you moan, and you fuck him harder and deeper, deserate to see yourself leaking out of him.

The pleasure is so overwhelming that you blink in surprise when his large hand comes up to brush your cheek, drying your tears. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying. 

Sylus gasps at a particularly deep thrust. “So good, sweetheart. You’re fucking me so good. Can feel you in my throat.” His words slur together because of the pleasure, and you take it as a motivator to keep going.

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Fuck. Don’t say that. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.”

He grins. His next words are slow and tantalizing. “Who said you had to hold yourself back? Give it to me, sweetheart. I can take it.”

His words and his roaming touch send you spiraling. His legs hold you against him so tight that you can barely pull back, but you make up for it with how deep your thrusts are. You just want to fill him up as much as you can.

Sylus throws his head back against the pillow suddenly, and his hands claw desperately at your biceps. You wish you had your phone, so that you can record his loud, whorish moans. You stare down where you're being sucked into his desperate hole, and that's when you notice what made him lose his composure.

Your strap is girthier than it had been moments ago. And if you focus, you can feel how much deeper it's reaching. Your innate desire to fill him up has made you a perfect fit for him. 

You stare down at his stomach, mesmerized. As you continue fucking him, your hand reaches out shakily to press your hand against the bulge that has formed from your enlarged evol cock. You keep pressing, even as Sylus convulses around you. He releases all over his own chest, and you fuck him through his orgasm.

Your eyes roll back as you feel your evol spill into him, hot and thick. 

You gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the energy you'd exerted. When you come down from your high, you stare with wet, pleading eyes at Sylus, who looks dazed. You pat the bulge in his stomach lovingly, making him twitch at the overstimulation.

“Sy, can you give me just one more? Please, I promise this will be the last one.”

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Zayne — cowgirl, zayne is on top and in control, reader is desperate and drunk on zayne’s hole, finger sucking, oral mention (r receiving), zayne bounces on it like a professional

You thrust your hips upwards on instinct. You know you’ve made a mistake the moment you do, but you can’t help yourself. You curl your fingers into the duvet to control yourself better. It takes a few careful breaths to remember the instructions that your boyfriend had given you. 

It takes everything in you not to thrust your strap deeper into Zayne’s hole. How can anyone blame you, with the sight before you? Zayne is just sitting so prettily on your lap. His thick thighs press against your hips on either side, and his poor, neglected cock rests on your stomach. It spurts pre cum every now and then, but otherwise, Zayne is the epitome of control.

He stares down at you, and you can practically feel the scolding at the tip of his tongue. He moves to lift off your strap, and you reach your hands out to hold his hips down, keeping him in place.

You babble desperately, hoping you can convince your boyfriend to forgive you. “‘M sorry, Zayne. Didn’t mean to be bad. You just feel so good. Please, I wanna make you feel good!”

He tuts disapprovingly. His hands caress your skin gently, trailing up your hips and waist. Your eyes flutter shut as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, his other fingers pressing against your cheek. You take his thumb into your mouth like you know he wants. You know your eyes are wide and wet and dumb as you stare up at him desperately, silently begging for more. He presses his thumb against your tongue, watching you drool all over the digit.

“Are you going to be good and let me use you, my love?” His voice is calm and grounding, and it brings you back to him. 

During any other circumstance, Zayne would loathe to use you for his own pleasure. He has spent many, many evenings unwinding with his face buried between your legs. But today is different. You want…no, you need this. You’re still not used to your evol-powered strap, but that's okay. That’s why Zayne is here, to help you think with your head instead of with the energy coursing between your legs.

You nod, hoping he can see how badly you need him to use you right now. And because it's Zayne and he always knows what you need, he lifts off your dick slowly before sinking back down. 

You gnaw on his thumb as he finds a rhythm, watching his face pinch in pleasure as he bounces on your strap. His heavy-lidded eyes peel open so that he can look down at you. You whine around his finger, pleading. For what you’re not entirely sure. Zayne pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

Before you can complain, he leans down, arching his chest into yours and capturing your lips against his in a sweet, soothing kiss. 

He pulls away slightly so that he can stare into your eyes, but a string of saliva keeps him connected to you. His smile is gentle.

“So good for me, my love. Do you think you can cum inside me like this?”

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Rafayel — backshots, rafayel is a good boy i promise, he’s also cockdrunk, marking & slapping (m receiving), creampie, mention of a threesome with a certain someone….., rafayel is glued to your strap 24/7

“You didn’t answer my question, Rafayel.”

Poor Rafayel doesn’t answer. How can he, with the way you’re pounding into him? The grip you have on his waist is intoxicating. With each thrust, you dig your nails into his skin, knowing it will leave crescent-shaped marks later. 

It will just add to the other marks you’ve painted across his body. You’re no artist of his talent, but there’s something about the way that you can use his body like your own private canvas that makes you want to leave as many marks as you can. 

Rafayel still doesn’t answer you, or even acknowledge you at all. He’s too busy drooling over the covers and moaning out incomprehensible praises. His arch is deep as he presses back against your mean pace, and you’re certain he’s too cockdrunk to realize that you’re even speaking.

You land a sharp slap against his round ass, which is already red with the impression of your palm. He cries out at the impact, so you caress him gently in apology, watching it jiggle with every slam of your hips against his.

You sing-song his name mockingly, “Raf-a-yel. Is my good boy still with me? Or is he too dumb to answer?”

He whimpers in response. “No, ah! I-I’m here! ‘M your good boy, I promise.”

You reward him with another deep thrust. “So answer me, where do you want me to cum on you?”

You and Rafayel have been experimenting with your evol, and you’ve made the wonderful discovery that your dick can cum at your will. You’ve been testing the evol strap in as many ways that you can, in every location and every position that comes to mind. And Rafayel is being so good, helping you discover your favorite ways to fuck him. So far, full nelson has made you cum the most, but something about doggy is making you feral. Something about seeing Rafayel so desperate, so pliant, so vulnerable to your touch…it’s exhilarating.

Rafayel seems to agree, if the way his cock leaks onto the bed is any indication. He would do anything you asked him to, in this state of mind. You don’t know what to do with that kind of power over him. 

“I-inside, please?”

You reach down, stroking his neglected cock mercifully. He fucks himself back against your cock, matching the rhythm of your hips and strokes. 

“Please,” he gasps out. “I’m so close!”

You smile down at his arching back. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Come on, I want to see you fall apart on my cock.”

His arch gets deeper the harder you pound into him. Your rhythm is so off now, it's a joke. He can’t match your thrusts anymore, so he just drops his upper body against the bed and lets you have your way with him. His whines get so loud and needy, and it encourages you to push you both over the edge, until your evol fills deep inside of him.

Rafayel’s hands scramble over his back, searching for your’s blindly. You soften, intertwining your fingers with his as he comes down from his high. He flops onto his back, legs all jelly-like. You lay beside him, massaging his legs comfortingly.

“I have an idea for next time. You know that friend you made in the N109 Zone? What if we—”

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Caleb — sub! caleb, mean! reader, oral sex (r receiving), boot humping, make up sex?, degradation, dacryphilia, reader & caleb match each other’s freaks, little bit of angst, little bit of s&m, caleb straight up worships reader

“I’m sorry.”

You deliver another slap to his face. There’s no strength behind it, but you need Caleb to know how upset he’s made you. You could never bring yourself to actually hurt him. But he left you, and you’re so angry.

Your voice is hoarse as you say, “I thought you were dead. You– you let me think you were dead. And now that I have you back, you think you can leave?”

He opens his mouth to explain again that he needs to go to Skyhaven for whatever stupid reason, but you don’t want to hear it. You grab his chin and force him to look up at you. You can only imagine how you look—tears of anger and grief streaming down your cheeks with your evol strap fisted in your other hand.

You stare down at him coldly, though your heart twinges at the tears falling down his own cheeks. You drag the leaking tip of your dick against his pouting lips, smearing your essence against them. Your evol mixes with his salty tears.

“How about you make it up to me?” You ask coyly. Truth be told, you’re not all that mad at him. You’re grateful that he’s alive. But if he’s offering himself to you like this, if he’s on his knees begging for your forgiveness, you’ll take, and take, and take.

You press your tip against his lips messily, watching him lick it gently. You know he doesn’t mean to tease you with his kitten licks, but you’re impatient. Your brows pinch in pleasure as you force him to take you deeper into his mouth. His cheeks hollow, and he grabs your hips for stability as he slides your dick in and out of his mouth. 

He pops off, letting your strap slap against his face gently. He nuzzles his face against it, staring up at you like nothing else exists but you and him. “You have the power to command me.”

You stare down at him. His eyes are large and desperate, and he looks up at you like you’re a divine being for him to worship. Your hand digs into his hair, tugging on it just because you can.

His voice is low and pleading as he whispers, “Use me. Use me, because I am yours. I will always crawl back to you. They can’t keep me away from you.”

His promise makes you smile. Because that's what his words are—a promise that he will never leave you again.

You have to reward his loyalty. You press the sole of your boot against his aching cock. You can feel how hard he is, even over his pants. When he lifts his hips, grinding up against your boot, you give him more. You’ll always give him what he wants.

As he finds relief in grinding and humping your leg, you press your strap back against his eager lips. Your fingers dig into the back of his head, and you fuck his mouth fast and hard. More than anything, you need to see your cum all over his face. To claim him.

You make your own promise to him, “If you ever try to leave me again, I will lock you up, and I’ll make sure no one takes you away from me.”

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[beautifullilacsky]

Do you remember that night? You were in your bed, and I was in mine. Yet, we noticed together how the colors of the sky went from darkblue, filled with hidden stars, to the soft morning yellow and pink shades. We had talked all night, eager to learn about all of the details we could gather about the other person.

I know it is not a realistic idea, especially with jobs and the deep level we know eachother at right now. I know it isn't fair to wish for that back; that's just not where we are anymore right now. That doesn't stop me from mourning it.

I remember this one post about someone s biggest fear. Which isn't the usual; spiders, heights, whatever... no. It is becoming ugly to the one that once saw the stars dance into your eyes. I get that the amount of time we spend on texting and calling isn't a realistic bar. It was never meant to go on like that. Yet, a part in me is scared. Scared that this is only the beginning. The way we used to talk for hours and hours on end? We know eachother so well now, we don't even have so much to talk about anymore. Do we really not, though? I believe there are still uncountable amount of deep corners we haven't shared with one another. I am looking forward to all of the things I'll continue to learn about you.

What if.. the way we appreciate eachother dissappear? We get so used to one another, we forget to count our blessings. What if one day, you won't appreciate me wanting to hug you for a long time, or something like that? What if it'll start feeling like a waste of time to you? What if one day, our bodies are so familiar with one another, it doesn't excite us anymore? What if you get tired of me? What if the feelings you have for me die down overtime?

I am afraid that maybe one day, you won't love or appreciate me anymore. What if we changes we go through now are only the beginning of it? I don't want to get tired of you. I don't want you to get tired of me. Are those just inevitable facts over time? What if we don't actually lose eachother in the sense of being out of eachother lives, but we lose eachother on a bonding level? The uncertainty scares me.

I know; nothing is forever. And even if it scares me, I believe that is inevitably the things that will keep love alive. The realization that we need to treasure what we have right now. The fear is what will save us. Right? Or do you not fear it? Will we fight the fear? Look it in the eyes, listen to it, and act accordingly? Meaning, will we keep on remembering to cherish one another? Or will it slowly wither?

This goes for everything in life. The shadow side of having people you love, and that love you, is that you can be sure that it'll one day cause hurt. Everything ends. Everyone leaves your life one way or another. To witness and feel love and happiness, is to sign up for heartbreak and sadness. The dark side scares me and makes me wonder at times, should I just protect myself from the future hurt? But no. I believe the hurt will be worth the love. I'd prefer a life fully lived and loved, filled with tears of happiness and heartbreak. I don't want to settle for a life fueled by fear. So, even if I am scared, I wouldn't want to change anything. The fear keeps us on our toes, it keeps us appreciative. If only I could be in your arms right now..

Aaron Westerberg, “Black Fur”, oil on linen. American artist.

[vanillarosekiss]

principles of lust | simon riley

warnings: oral (f!receiving), angsty to smut, understanding!simon, makes up for all the times he's acted like a douche tbh... also this is rushed so don't expect much sorry!

You and Simon never argued. His pride and morality held him high above taking anything out on his pretty girl, refusing to even insinuate that something was your fault for whatever reason. He carried himself with a quiet patience, steady hands, and a voice that never wavered - even when you pushed him.

But today, you'd been in a bad mood, and you made sure he felt it. It started when he had mentioned that he'd booked a reservation at a nice restaurant for that evening - a sweet gesture, something meant to make you feel special. But the way he left it until the last minute, throwing it onto you like an afterthought, made your stomach twist. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate it. You did. But the rush if getting ready, the feeling of being unprepared, just amplifiedeverything else gnawing at you. He noticed right away, the tightness in your movements, the clipped responses. But Simon never pushed when you got like this. He let you have your space, even when that space became a cold shoulder.

And then the night just kept unravelling. The restaurant was warm, dimly lit, perfect for the kind of quiet, intimate evening Simon had in mind. But you were restless. Tired. Every attempt he made to pull you into the moment - his hand on yours, the way he leaned in to speak softly, the gentle teasing - only seemed to wear on you more. Your words turned sharp, your patience thinner than ever.

You could feel him starting to withdraw, though he hid it well. The way he slowed his responses, the way his jaw tensed slightly before he spoke. Almost unnoticeable. And then, finally, after one too many short answers, one too many times you brushed off his effort, he exhaled, setting his fork down with careful precision.

"I get that you might have something going on, baby, but acting like an entitled little brat isn't going to fix it." His voice was even, calm. Not cruel, not cutting - but firm. It made your chest tighten. Shame, anger, something else you couldn't name all tangled together in your throat.

The taxi ride was silent on the way home.

Simon's arm rested against the window, fingers idly tracing patterns on the fogged-up glass. You knew you should say something. Apologise, explain, reach for his hand - something. But the weight of the night sat heavy in the space between you, and neither of you decided to break it.

Fast forwards to now, when you were home and curled up in bed, with his head nestled in between your thighs. You'd only just begun to say sorry when he had kissed you, guiding you gently back into your bedroom and onto the bed. You were confused, but you let him take care of you, even if you felt guilty for it.

Simon was still slightly annoyed at you for being rude earlier, but he noticed how much pressure you were under. You'd been struggling for a while, and he wanted to help you through it. If that meant he had to get to you in a way where your brain shut off completely, he'd do it in a heart beat. So that's exactly what he was going to do.

He relentlessly lapped at your cunt, the noises bringing a heat to your cheeks as you muffled your moans slightly. He wouldn't stop until you'd cummed more than two times, knowing that you needed this. His large hands held your thighs open for him as he continued, sucking delicately at your clit. His tongue sent sparks down your spine that made you squirm in pleasure, as much as you could under his firm hold.

"Mm Si.. m’sorry about earlier!" you managed to moan out, as he ate away at your core, your eyes rolling backwards.

He hummed a small laugh that reverberated through your entire body, something which made even more heat pool inside your lower tummy.

“Don’t have to apologise for anything, sweet girl. Know you didn’t mean it, you’re just overwhelmed, baby. Just need something to help you through it, yeah?”

You gushed instantaneously at his words, metaphorically and literally, cumming undone on his lips and staining him with a sense of apology and quiet relief. You really were sorry, Simon knew that… of course he did. He’d do anything for you. Even if that meant putting his own feelings aside to make you feel better about yourself.

And who knows… maybe he planned that spur of the moment dinner just to take advantage of your already on edge state, fully anticipating that it would lead to this in return.

Sorry if this is a bit shit! I promise there's better stuff coming soon (hopefully).

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[arc-misadventures]

The 'Maid'

Bulphrik: Thank you, Sir. Arc, and Mr. Ren. I greatly appreciate the help you did to reclaim my lost property.

Jaune: Think nothing of it!

Ren: We're just doing out job, Sir.

Bulphrik: Well... if you'll now excuse me I will prepared your entry permits, and your... rewards...

Jaune: Please take your time, My Lord.

Bulphrik: While I away I will have a maid bring you something to drink.

Ren: Much apricated your, Grace.

Jaune: ...

Ren: ...

Jaune: Noble twat...

Ren: Bloated boar...

Jaune: Haa... I doubt we'll see ten gold coins from that greedy bastard.

Ren: We'll be lucky to see ten silver coins...

Jaune: Haaa... If it wasn't for the fact we need these city passes to get into the city I wouldn't be dealing with this bullshit.

Ren: Why can't more nobles be like you?

Jaune: Like...?

Ren: A horn dog!

Jaune: ...

Ren: Honestly I want to say nice... But, that was the first thought that came to mind...

Jaune: I would have preferred playboy, but horn dog?! There's a difference between the two! I've met some true horn dogs, and well...

Ren: Well?

Jaune: Well, I've killed them.

Ren: Oh... There's that much of a difference...

Jaune: Trust me, you don't wanna know.

Ren: Okay.

Jaune: Haa... Let's just wait here, that fat pig should be back soon with are entry permits, then we can get the hall out of here.

Ren: Alright...

(Click)

: Hello! My name is, Fiona! I'm a maid working for, Lord Piggy... I mean, Lord Bulphrik! I'm here to bring you your drinks!

Ren: Oh thanks!

Jaune: ...

Ren: So, how long do you think it will take for your Lord Piggy take to write our entry passes?

Fiona: He's counting his money trying to give you an 'appropriate amount.'

Ren: As little as possible?

Fiona: Less than that.

Ren: Cheap bastard... No matter, we came here for the entry passes we're fine when it comes to coin.

Fiona: Well, if there is anything I could give you, just say the word!

Jaune: Anything?

Fiona: Anything at all!

Ren: Jaune, no!

Jaune: What?

Ren: You just saw the maid, and you're already wanting to bed the maid?!

Fiona: What?!

Jaune: Wrong!

Fiona: Awww...

Jaune: I want to smash the slime girl!

Fiona: Oh~?

Ren: Why?!

Jaune: Sleeping with a slime girl is an experience all onto of it's self! A man who has bedded a slime dame would never pass over the slightest opportunity to do it again! You would know this if you weren't as sexually repressed as eunuch monk!

Ren: I'm not that bad!

Jaune: Ren, you've been hit with a succubus's pheromones, and you fell asleep!

Ren: ...

Ren: I get the coins... you can have the slime girl...

Jaune: Yeah! Ahem...

Jaune: Tell me my fair lady~! Would you grace me, a humble, Paladin of the Summer Maid a moment of your time?

Fiona: The Summer Maiden~? You, Sir Knight, may have me as long as you want~!

Jaune: Wonderful~!

Ren: ...

Ren: I'm not that sexually repressed... am I...?

[havendance]

I have to offer: AU snippet where Tim travels back in time to Knightfall and bothers Helena about it :)

Helena's apartment had been invaded. There was a cape hanging over the back of her couch, a pair of boots tossed haphazardly on the floor, and curled up on her couch balancing a laptop at an uncomfortable looking angle with an open bag of chips next to him, was a familiar teenage boy in green tights and a sweatshirt.

She set her groceries down on the counter "What," she said, "are you doing here?"

Robin looked up. "Helena!" he said with far too much enthusiasm for someone she teamed up with once and who was now acting far too comfortable in her space. "It's a long story." He wasn't, she noticed, wearing his mask this time.

The show of trust was appreciated, she had to admit. The showing up without warning was not. Helena crossed her arms and gave him the do you want to try that again look she'd perfected on her students.

He grinned back, unphased.

"My apartment is not a clubhouse, kid."

"I'm here for business," he said, unconvincingly. "I have a proposal."

"Which is?"

"How would you like to become Batman?"

"Excuse me?"

He had a whole presentation prepared, it turned out. Apparently that was what he'd been doing while eating her chips.

"Sorry," he said unconvincingly when she pointed this out.

Helena sighed. "Just show me this presentation."

"You know what happened to Batman," Robin said. In case she didn't remember, the first slide had the picture of Batman being tossed down into the streets by Bane that every news station had been running for the past week.

Helena nodded. "Yes."

"Well that left Gotham in a bit of a mess..."

Point 1 of Robin's argument: Gotham needed Batman. This was argued with a fervent sense of bone deep conviction on Robin's part and also graphs. Lots of graphs.

"I get it," Helena said, after he'd been talking for at least five minutes. "I think you can move on."

He made a face at her, but skipped past at least half a dozen more graphs to get to point 2: Batman's chosen replacement sucked for reasons including assassin brainwashing, not listening, and also more graphs of predicted casualty reports.

"Where did this data come from?" she asked, looking closer. There were some awfully specific points on that graph...

Robin skipped forward. "Not important. Just trust me on this," he said, sounding untrustworthy.

"So why me?" she asked when he finally got to the end.

"I can't take down Azrael on my own," he said, "and it's not like I can put on the Batsuit on afterwards either."

Helena waved a hand dismissively. "That much was clear, but why not someone more trustworthy."

"I trust you," Robin said without hesitating which was both endearing and also a little intimidating.

"But what about that Nightwing guy? Wouldn't he make a better choice."

For the first time that evening, Robin dimmed slightly. He looked away, an unreadable expression on his face. "Nightwing's... complicated," he said. And then, lighter again: "And maybe I want to make Batman sweat a little after ditching me with Azrael. Come on, it'll be fun. Please?" he added when she didn't say anything.

He made a very tempting case was the thing. Helena doubted that it would be as easy as he made it out to be, but it would be fun to mess with the real? former? Batman some.

"If we're doing this, does this mean I get to know who I'm partnering with?" she asked.

"Tim," Robin said, far easier than she was expecting. "Tim Drake. We have a deal then?" He stuck out a hand.

Helena shook. "We have a deal."

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Q ACTUALLY GETTIMG TO PLAY maybe! Write it! Xoxoxo :>

"What? What do you mean, you're going to Boston?"

You had been in the shower when Quinn had called you, and you weren't sure if you had heard him correctly or if there was just water in your ears. He wasn't supposed to be in that tournament. Well, he was, but you were being selfish in thinking that he should be resting during the generous two week break. Now, however, you were being told that he was needed as a last minute replacement.

"I haven't been given the green light yet, but there's a chance I'll get to play Thursday." He seemed happy, why wouldn't he be? Quinn had been going on and on about getting to play on Team USA with Jack since he was given the nod before the roster was even considered. You were happy for him as well, but there was a nagging feeling in your chest that made the joy feel minimal.

Your voice dropped off, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. I was pretty much there before the first game but I didn't want to push it."

"That was just a few days ago..."

Quinn sighed, because he knew how you were feeling, and he knew the conversation would likely take this turn. "I know what you're thinking, baby, and I'm alright. You know I wouldn't make this decision without thinking it through."

"I know but--," you were pouting, pacing around your bathroom, dripping water all over the floor since you hadn't had time to wrap your hair in a towel. "You've just been so excited to play with Jack."

Quinn paused, "I am, absolutely, but I wouldn't go into this without looking at all the options. I bowed out because I wanted to make sure I was good to go when the season resumed, but I'm feeling good and I'm needed. I promise you I'm not doing this just because it's my chance to get on the ice with my brother. And I'll only play if someone else gets hurt."

You still couldn't help but feel like this was a bad idea, but you couldn't deny that it was his decision at the end of the day. No doubt the entire Canucks front office had had a conference meeting with him prior to him having called you. They had been monitoring Quinn's injury status before the recent oblique issue, and they'd surely would have talked him out of any stupid decision made in haste.

When you didn't answer, Quinn tried his best to reassure you, "I promise you I'm okay. C'mon, you know me better than I think you're giving me credit for."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you're worried, and I appreciate your concern, I just ask that you trust me, okay?"

'Okay," you mumbled, finally settling. "I just worry about you."

He smiled, it was evident through his tone, "I know you do, and I appreciate it. I really do. I promise I'll be as careful as I can be."

You wanted to be happy for him, you really did, but fear and a concern for his well-being and the remainder of his season was riding on this one game. Just dealing with him when he missed a couple games was bad enough, god forbid if he had to miss any more.

"What if I fly you out tomorrow?"

"Are you serious?" You asked, in shock.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can probably call in a favour or two and get you a ticket," he laughed nervously, at how daunting of a task that might actually be.

There was a silence through the phone. He was trying to lighten the mood while you refused to get out of the rain.

"Just be carefully, baby, please," you added, changing the conversation back to what still had you feeling uneasy.

Quinn's tone softened to give you a sense of calm, "For you, I promise."

[perplexingly]

heyyy i kind of caught a lot of your job search related malaise through the past weeks and as someone very much in the same boat i just wanted to say hang in there… it fucking sucks. but uh it's more likely that there's work for you than not. and you'll find it. it might take a while but please don't give up. i refuse to believe that someone with your curiosity and talent isn't needed somewhere. i hope you don't mind me dropping this here but some things i keep reminding myself of to stay sane:

some dude bringing 1 out of 5 things asked for is applying to that job you're talking yourself out of. don't preselect for them and apply

there are so many smaller and medium sized businesses drowning in work who do not have their shit together enough to actively look for someone

hiring people is incredibly important and costly for a business so there are all of these intricate structures in place that feel impossible to navigate but it all comes down to people needing people

you only need it to work once. for now.

ask your friends for help

hr people are in fact human. even if they like to pretend otherwise. also i feel like you need some hyping up so here i go: i've been following you for so long and you just keep getting better and better. i am not in most of the fandoms you draw for (is it even accurate to call arthurania a fandom??) but like i love your drawings and i wouldn't miss them for anything. your fluid lines have captivated me, the intimacy you create in your scenes i could probably live off for a while and i love the sensuality that is so inherently part of what you draw. i am reeeeally jealous of the way you stylize things i think i'm channeling you more than i realized when i try to do the same. i also deeply admire the way you get so into things, i can FEEL the love through my SCREEN!!!

hope this message isn't too much and sending you a lot of good wishes :)

Thank you, I really appreciate it and I appreciate the time you spent typing this, but at this point I really need something more concrete than advice, since that's all I've been getting, and tried to follow, for months now;;

Thank you very much for the words of encouragement though! 🙇‍♀️

[mayday2007]

Daryl Dixon nsfw alphabet

A/N: This is my first time writing smut and posting it on the internet for people to see, so be nice or imma hunt ya down (jkjk). Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. P.S if you see any mistakes, no you don't.

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A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Contrary to popular opinion, I think that Daryl wouldn't quite get the whole concept of "aftercare" in the beginning. I think that all the poor guy has for reference is porn and Merle, I also recon that he was a virgin. Merle's preferred sex session was a "fuck-and-dump", so Daryl didn't think it was normal for people to "bask in the afterglow". But, eventually, with your guidance, he realised that it wasn't too bad, and gave it a go. Now, he can't have sex and not give you water and cuddles afterwards.

★

B=Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

I think Daryl is more of an ass kinda guy. Sure, he likes looking at tits as much as the next dude, but there's something about a woman's ass and hips that draws him in. He likes to squeeze, and grope, anything to get him and you to cum.

He likes his arms and his hands. No two ways about it. I think he likes them because, I mean, they're handy. They are one of the sole reasons why he's helpful. Because he's good with his hands, and he's strong. But he doesn't just like them because of that, be likes them because you've said on multiple occasions that you like them. It makes him feel like a big, strong man.

★

C=Cum (basically anything to do with cum)

Daryl Dixon is a certified creampie lover. He can't help it. It's in his nature. It's just so warm and tight, he never wants to leave, so cumming inside you is his go to thing (if you guys don't have birth control pills, he'll wear a condom, but only until you find another pack, then he's cummin' inside at LEAST three times).

★

D=Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He's waiting impatiently for the day that he has the courage to ask you to try bondage with him. The idea of his hands being bound, tied to a chair or bed and having a blindfold on so he can't see shit makes him horny as fuck. Like, he has wet dreams about it. He's laying on the bed, hands and ankles bound to the bed, and a blindfold on while your straddling his lap, doing whatever comes to your head to him... You've woken up in the night to pee and seen him, face flushed and a MASSIVE wet patch in his pants (underwear).

★

E=Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Like I said in the first one, I think Daryl is a virgin. He's got all his info about sex from Merle and porn. I mean, he done drugs before, he's jerked off before, but never has he had the opportunity to sink his cock into a woman's tight heat. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Couldn't find a woman he wanted to give his virginity to. So, he remained a virgin until you came around, then he was fucking you like he should've done when he was a horny teenager.

★

F=Favourite position (this one goes without saying)

I recon cowgirl is his go-to. Like, he's in a daze when your ontop of him, riding him to your heart's content, bouncing eagerly and chasing your high while he just lays/sits there, head spinning and barely being able to form a coherent sentence. But, if not cowgirl then either reverse cowgirl or missionary. Reverse cowgirl has him seeing stars within a record time of about a minute and missionary feels more romantic, like he can connect more with you on a physical and sexual level. For some strange reason, I think he doesn't like doggy style, I think he thinks it's disrespectful.

★

G=Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humourous? etc.)

Too far gone off the deep end of pleasure from the moment he's buried to the hilt inside you to fully comprehend what's going on around him. It scares you sometimes how oblivious he is to the goings on around him. Like, a tree could fall down in your backyard and he's pleasing for you to let him cum.

★

H=Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Not groomed at all. In fact, I'd even go as far as to say he hasn't shaved since he tried it once when he was 19. He found a razor and tried it, but he didn't like the way it felt, so he never did it again, not that you mind. The carpet does in fact not match the drapes, and is a slightly lighter shade of brown compared to his hair.

★

I=Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He likes to be intimate, but again, the poor guy hasn't a clue what he's doing when it comes to sex, so he tries his best. Once, he found some scented candles and lit them in time for you to come home from whatever chores you were doing that day. Sex lasted a long long time that day.

★

J=Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first met you, it was a rarity to see him out of his tent/house/apartment because he was constantly jacking off thinking about you. He'd never been as horny in his life than he was when you both fist met and began to know eachother. He was constantly inside, stroking his cock and allowing himself to feeling fantasize about you: what you would smell like, how you would say his name, his fast or slow you wanted to go with him, the works.

★

K=Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. Has never done it but wants to do it. He's got a dangerous cream pie/breeding kink too (you can't have one without the other I will bury myself on this hill). He also got a fascination about you choking him. Just, being in your grasp trying to cum with limited oxygen sounds hot to him. But, poor baby's too shy to ask.

★

L=Location (favourite places to do the do)

In bed. It's safe, comfortable and your bathroom isn't too far away. I think he'd be down to do it in the woods, not just because of the primal aspect of being connected with nature or whatever, but like, the woods have been more of a home to Daryl Dixon in his whole life than a house ever was. But, anywhere you want to, he's down. Except in public, the risk of getting caught turns him on a bit but the sensible part of him speaks louder than his dick in this scenario, so he wouldn't be able to do it.

★

M=Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

You, the essence of you, your shampoo and conditioner. Just, standing completely still, arms crossed listening to or watching something and shifting your weight from one foot to a other has him rock hard and ready to go. Like, you could just be sat down and this man is all over you. He's just a horny guy.

★

N=No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Hitting you. Because he had a childhood where being physically punished was a regular thing, he's gone off physical violence completely. I don't even think this man can watch and action movie with too much violence in it, he'll get uncomfortable or have to look away. That's why whenever he has conflict with another human being, he'll keep physical violence to a minimum and opt for shooting them in the head instead. Also, hardcore degradation is an absolute no-no.

★

O=Oral (preference in giving or recieving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give, eats you out like it's his favourite meal. He's rock solid hard from the moment he licks the first wet stripe up your dripping wet heat, grinding his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure building up in his cock. When he's on the recieving end, however, it's a while new story. He's whimpering, holding onto your hair and making a makeshift ponytail so he can bob your head up and down his length, causing you to choke. He doesn't mean to make you gag on his length, but when you suck him off as good as you do, he can't help it.

★

P=Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

To be honest, he starts off every time you have sex slow. He wants to be romantic and sensual, so he tries to take it slow. But, you moaning underneath/ontop of him and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin has his head in a daze and he can't help but let his body take control and pound into you hard and fast, too eager to make you and himself cum.

★

Q=Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd do it, but only if the it was safe and you had enough time. He fumbles with his belt when you have quickies. You undress like you've been practicing, only making him harder and fumble more with the belt that he'd somehow end up doing up tighter rather than ridding himself of it.

★

R=Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes and no. Yes, because he doesn't want it to be "just sex", he wants it to be fun, and a good time for both of you. But, no, because he hasn't tried it. It took him so long to finally get acclimatised to having sex, since it was so new to him, so why wouldn't it take him long to try something else that was equally as new to him.

★

S=Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ages. He lasts so long it feels inhuman. At first, he just has one round and leaves, but the more he gets used to it, the more time he's willing to invest in it, the more he's going to put into it and the longer he's gonna last. The regular "fuck" lasts about an hour, and that's only the regular. Sometimes, he comes home and can't do anything else until he's fully rid his mind and body of stress, which can sometimes take a while.

★

T=Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. Absolutely not. He doesn't seem the point of it. He enjoys sex enough, so why bring toys into the equation? Also, it's the apocalypse, where the hell is he going to find a sex toy? It's not just that, either. Sex was a whole new thing for him, it took him a while to get used to, and I don't think he'd want to go further than the basics.

★

U=Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Like I said before, I think he'd be too far gone in his visit to cloud 9. But, if he was topping, I think he would tease. Saying foul shit like "ma dirty girl, ya like that?" "ya wanna cum all over this cock, huh?" "wanna fuck your man so badly, don't cha?"

★

V=Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Now, unpopular opinion: Daryl is a moaner. Think about it, he's a quiet man, barely has anything to say during any conversation, no matter how captivating it might be, so it only makes sense that he comes home and has his lover bouncing eagerly on his cock, it just has the poor man in a trance, so he can't help but let out a little noise.

★

W=Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He wants to fuck while your wearing some of his clothing (specifically his angel winged jacket). I think that the sight of your smaller frame in an article of his clothing would make him feral.

★

X=X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Baby boy is THICCC wid a triple 'c'. A good length without being stupidly long, so I'd say a good 5-6 inches while soft and a good 6-7 I chest fully erect with a slight curve upwards, perfect for hitting that one spot inside you that has your vision blurred and specks of white adorning the outside.

★

Z=Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Well, it depends. If you've been going at it all night, he'd flop down beside you, and be dead ass asleep before he even had a chance to catch his breath. If it's the regular, he'd lay beside you, puffing while his head rests on your chest/your head rests on his chest. He falls asleep fast after the regular if your playing with his hair. Something about it relaxes him I to another dimension of sleep.

★

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[diabolik-boys]

I have a scenario in mind, let's say when Shu, Reiji, Ayato, Kanato, and Laito are still young children, Beatrix and Cordelia both died untimely deaths which leave the first 5 S bros motherless and no mother figure except for Christa, who doesn't go insane and while caring for Subaru, she suddenly has 5 other boys to take care of so she takes over. Counting her canon personality and the fact that she didn't go insane, I'd like some headcanons of the S bros raised by a sane! Christa Sakamaki.

===== CHRISTA RAISING THE SAKAMAKIS SCENARIO =====

===== CHRISTA RAISING THE SAKAMAKIS SCENARIO: SAKAMAKI =====

"As stressful as it has been, I am grateful I have been able to raise you all. I have learned a lot about each and every one of you. And I see you all as my own. Please never forget that. I have grown to love you all as my own sons."

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"I won't ever forget you stepping up to the plate and being willing to raise all of us as your sons. Neither will I take advantage of it. I know the triplets in particular have always been hard to deal with. But I do genuinely appreciate you, mother."

Shu will probably be one of the first to start growing respect and a good relationship with Christa. While Beatrix favored Shu over Reiji, Shu didn't have a lot of respect for Beatrix unlike Reiji did. Mainly since he was a spoiled child who didn't really respect his authorities around him.

However, since Beatrix will have an untimely death, that will leave Shu probably in a realization that he should have treated his birth mother better, and feels like he might be getting a second chance by having Christa take him in as her own son. He would also have more respect for her taking in all of the older children rather than just solely raising Subaru.

Overall, his relationship with Christa genuinely might be closer than what he had with Beatrix. As a child, he might still retain some of his spoiled behaviors, but so long as Christa continues to help raise him in a more healthy light, Shu could very much become a more balanced and overall have a more healthy-mindset than what he would have with Beatrix.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

"Since Beatrix is my birth mother, I still feel some sort of loyalties to her. But I will acknowledge your kindness and acceptance of all of us as older siblings to Subaru, and raising us as your own. I respect you, and I wish to thank you. I never really did so within my youth."

Reiji, despite his hatred for his birth mother, also wants to stop at nothing to try and get her approval and attention. After an untimely death, Reiji might be shot mentally for a while. Mainly because now he doesn't know what his purpose could be, and also because he wouldn't respect Christa for taking him in as a child as much as Shu might.

Overtime, he will grow to appreciate Christa more for not giving up on him, and might genuinely not know how to feel with Christa showing him compassion, attention, and overall love that he never felt from Beatrix. His loyalties to trying to impress Beatrix probably would not go away for some time.

However, now that he is older and able to look at things much more logically, Reiji will have a lot of respect for Christa that he would wish to express moreso now than ever before. Especially since Christa raised him with much more attention he desperately craved from Beatrix, Reiji will have a lot of respect and wish to protect his Christa even more, and will eventually see her as his real mother now than he did as a child.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

"I know I'm a lot t' deal with sometimes... So I appreciate you not givin' up on me. You've never really made me do shit I didn't like doin' like that woman would. I don't really see her as being my mom. I think you are instead."

Ayato wouldn't know how to really process his mother dying untimely. There is a lot of hatred for Cordelia for never letting him have a normal childhood and all of the mistreatment he had to endure from her. However, having Christa suddenly scoop up all of the older Sakamaki boys as her own children will also kind of send Ayato for a loop.

Most likely, he'll be a nightmare to handle. Although Cordelia was also a nightmare within herself, he still would have some sort of desire to impress her and become the best just as she always told him. Although those perceptions and desires might lessen overtime as Christa continues to raise him, the damage from Cordelia was already done even as a young child.

While older, Ayato will have more respect and consideration for Christa. He might have genuinely tried to hurt her mentally and emotionally by lashing out and never claiming her to be his mother. But as he ages, so does his perceptions of her change overtime. He will see Christa more as a motherly figure, more healthy, probably than Cordelia ever would have been.

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

"I don't really know why you decided to take us all in as your own children. At times I wondered if it was just to make Karlheinz happy or to fuel your ego. But I do realize that you have genuine care for all of us in your heart. So I suppose you're not completely worthless like my mother was."

Kanato as a younger child was in place just like his other two brothers just to please his mother. While her untimely death probably did not affect him as much as Ayato or Laito, he still probably not have the best reaction to Christa suddenly stepping up and saying she was now his mother.

He will overall be a very troublesome child, just like Ayato would be, and lash out a lot. Even from a young age, Kanato genuinely will probably try to beat and break down Christa mentally just because he doesn't want her to suddenly have claim over his life just like Cordelia had. Also in fear that he will simply just be used by her.

As he grows older, his tantrums probably will not disappear as they stemmed from the trauma of dealing with Cordelia as a young child. However, he will start to realize that Christa never gave up on him, even though she probably had every right to due to his temper and treatment of her. And he will most likely grow to care for her more overtime.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

"I... don't really know what to say. I see you more as a mother to me than my own mother was. You've never made me do... unspeakable things like that woman did. You took us all in whenever you didn't have to, and I very much admire you for that. You've been patient with me, and understanding. I wasn't used to that."

Laito, despite the horrible relationship with his mother, probably will feel some sort of loss at her suddenly dying. As complicated as that may seem, trauma he endured makes him care about his mother. Even if it is only to serve and fuel Cordelia's ego, which is what she wants out of a relationship like that with Laito. However, although he is affected by her death, it is not to say he is devastated or going to lash out at Christa for taking him in.

He will feel weird and strange not having to have a relationship with Christa as he did with Cordelia. It might even come as a shock to him that once Christa finds out what went on, she would get upset, angry, and disgusted at that woman. Laito would need a lot of healing, and now that Cordelia is gone, he finally can. Especially since Christa takes him in with open arms.

Laito probably will grow one of the best relationships with Christa due to her care and worry over him and what Laito experienced with Cordelia. He might grow protective, and argue a lot with his triplet siblings for lashing out at Christa, whenever they do. And he might be one of the first to see Christa as his real mother.

=============== Subaru Sakamaki ===============

"You've always been so hard on yerself, mom. But don't ya' see you've raised six sons completely on yer own? Ya' didn't have t' take in my brothers, but ya' did. And I really appreciate ya' doin' that. They would've turned out even worse than what they were if they were left motherless."

Subaru would hold a lot of respect for Christa being willing to take in five more sons on top of himself to raise so suddenly. And although he might feel some sort of jealousy rise from time to time, he knows in his heart that it is a good thing she has taken in his siblings as her own sons as well.

He will probably be much less angry, now that Christa is in his life, not neglecting him, and helping raise five more sons on top of himself. They could have genuine days that feel like a big family, and Subaru would have desperately craved that should he not have been able to have it.

However, with this, Subaru is the most protective over Christa. Anytime his brothers like Reiji, Ayato, and Kanato might lash out at Christa or not respect her as their mother, Subaru will fight back twice as hard and make them regret it.

[httpzsho]

ᯓ I HOPE OUR PATHS CROSS AGAIN | 리키

PAIRINGS. ex!riki x ex!reader

GENRE. angst, exes to strangers

WARNINGS. mentions of sh

SYNOPSIS. moving on was always easy for you, but riki seemed to have had a hold of you.

THE APARTMENT YOU USED TO SHARE was now soundless, filled with pits of darkness and old memories.

the cat bed still sits on the living room corner, isha unfortunately passed away a few months ago. the cat held your dying love, a memory of what got you both together in the first place— your similar liking for cats.

sadly, along with isha, your relationship died too. it's been months, but the moment of him watching you walking out his door was a fresh wound.

you hated yourself, the reflection in the mirror was a creature you don't recognize, the bumps in your stomach are pieces you want to cut, the melody of your voice is the one you'd put on mute.

you'd kill to be or live as a different person. and that led you to pouring out your insecurities so much you spurred them to him.

“baby, please..” he held your cheek in his hand, the gentle warmth of his palm pressured your tears more, leaking out of your eyes.

“I'll love you so much I'll fill the cracks in your soul, I'll love you to the point where you won't notice you don't,” he puts his forehead to yours, pleading for you to stay.

“I-I can't..” you trembled, your shaky hands on top of his, he caresses your arm, the healed scars felt different from your smooth skin, you've healed, but the ache still wavers.

“you don't deserve me, you're out of my league— I pity you, you constantly reassure me just because I can't believe words, you deal with my ugly, dramatic attitude—”

he puts his index finger to your lips, “shh, baby stop? please,” he paused, “don't leave me, okay..? we can do this, I'll help you heal.” he stares into you eyes, this was crucial and heart breaking for him. but he stayed strong. so you could see the desperation in his eyes, the will.

“I'm sorry,” you said before quickly pecking him on the lips, and running out his door. he would've stopped you, you knew it. but in that moment, all you felt was pity, for him— anger, at yourself, and regret.

you wished you've just never crossed paths. maybe then he wouldn't have had to meet you, and love you.

for the first few days, he tried to contact you, calls, texts, everything. he wanted to talk to you at school, but you switched. you couldn't bare to see him again.

the adress he knew was no longer yours. you've moved into an apartment, the apartment you bought in high-school. it was a little bit far from the city.

there were nights when you regretted leaving. maybe things would've ended differently. maybe you've learned to love yourself as he did, maybe you start to appreciate life a little more, but what's certain is things definitely aren't better then they were before.

the things you did together were now solo. you ate quietly, cooked meals for one, rode a bike just to get groceries, and took a walk alone.

there was no riki by your side. no ray of sunshine that reminds you how beautiful you are.

you loved him, you still do, that never left. but loving him didn't fill the void of you not loving yourself.

you didn't want him to have a burden, the constant questions of why or what, sometimes the questions you asked were just the ones you wanted to ask for yourself, but aren't able to. “why'd you love me?” “what do you love about me?” because if you asked, silence would be your answer.

the necklaces still hungs on your neck, the pendant with the picture of when you answered him the sweet yes.

you open it once in a while, a reminder to keep going. even if that's the same reason for you not to.

you wished he had found someone knew, someone who looks at themselves in the mirror with love and adoration.

but you also wish he stares into the moon and wishes for you to come back. and that his heart was only made to love you. to love the parts you couldn't.

the walks you take were random, no direction nor any interest on where you'd end up. you just hoped it were to lead you to him.

everytime you see a guy who's tall, dark locks with small distinct moles, your heart stops, finding his figure for a few seconds before realizing it wasn't.

maybe one day.

© work of saoirsezz | sho

SHO'S NOTE. this is lowk so bad wth.

[trustinsturniolos]

𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺

┈➤ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴.

pairings : chris x reader

warnings/contains : smut , strong language , lowercase intended , not proofread , oral (m!receiving) , i think that's all (lmk if not !)

a/n : i know this is late, i wanted to write something for valentines day but haven't had any ideas ! this was only meant to be short, but i got carried away.

wc : 18k (sorry bae.)

part one of two, your gift to chris.

| 00

it's valentines day.

chris had spoilt you the whole day, like he always does. chris always came over to yours for valentines day, so you two could have some peace and privacy to do anything you both wanted to.

| 01

from the moment he woke up, chris already had a plan on how to spoil you, and he executed it immediately.

you groaned groggily as you began to stir, waking up -- much to your dismay. you slowly turned to face chris, wanting to know if he was awake yet. but as you turned, you couldn't see chris. just the crinkled be sheets from where he was comfortably sleeping previously, the covers on his side pulled back slightly.

you roughly rubbed your eyes, thinking you were just tired and that chris was still there.

but as you looked again, the bed was still empty.

chris never got up before you, he'd always wait for you to wake up or sometimes he'd be so tired he'd still be asleep.

confusion filled your curious mind as you tried to determine reasons as to why he wasn't there, but none of them made sense.

you glanced over to the bathroom, smiling softly at yourself as you realise he's probably just in the bathroom, and you're slightly overthinking things. your face dropped again. he wasn't.

where could he be?

he wouldn't have gone to the shops, he wouldn't have gone back to his brothers yet, so where is he?

just as you're about to tiredly drag yourself out of bed, the door creaks open quietly.

chris enters the room quietly to make sure he didn't disturb you in case you were still asleep, carrying a wooden tray with a plate full of food on, and a drink dangerously balancing next to the plate, wobbling, threatening to tip over and spill.

"chris? where were you?" your voice was soft, quiet, croaky and hoarse from just waking up. you noticed the tray and curiously

sat up to see what was on it.

“went to make you breakfast. you can’t judge my cooking skills, i tried.” he smiled sweetly, happily walking over to the bed, clearly proud of his cooking, despite his unusual attempt to act humble about it.

the food was perfectly placed on the plate. it was clear how much effort he’d put into it to make it as perfect as he could for you. it smelt incredible, like it was cooked by a professional chef.

“thank you, baby. it looks and smells amazing.” you cooed gratefully, placing a soft, warm, appreciative kiss to his cheek as he bent down to place the tray on your lap. 

“anything for you, ma.”

| 02

chris had firmly demanded you let him take you on a date. 

and here you are; dressing up while chris’ over with matt and nick, who were most likely tying his tie for him.

you straightened out any crinkles in your beautiful black dress, checking yourself out in the mirror to check you looked perfect before walking into your bedroom. You picked up your favourite perfume, spraying it a couple times on your outfit, hair and wrists, then spreading the remaining perfume on your wrists along the sides of your neck.

you heard a buzz coming from your phone. the message was from chris. it read; ‘leaving now. be there soon’. 

excitement rushed through your veins as you eagerly awaited chris’ arrival.

not too long later, you heard a knock at your front door. you rushed downstairs to let chris in. smiling as you open the door, chris stands there patiently, a bouquet of your favourite flowers clutched in his hands. “for the most beautiful lady i know.” he grins lovingly, passing you the flowers. “awwe, thank you, chris!” your heart melts warmly at the sight of chris standing there, looking all smart and neat with his black and white suit on, his hair combed to perfection.

| 03

before chris took you out on your dinner date, he took you to lunch. 

you giggled as chris tells you what happened to him the other day, when he almost fell into an old lady in the shops. the waiter comes with the bill and  you swiftly thank the waiter and shove your hand in your purse, hoping to get your money out before chris could pay. you smugly lifted your hand to place the money on the bill, multiple ten dollar bills clutched in your hand, thinking you’d beat chris to the bill. chris didn’t move, didn’t reach to get his money out. he knew what you were trying to do. your eyes meet chris’ firm gaze. he was going to make you put the money away even though you’d already got it out. 

“put it back.” he demands sternly, his eyes piercing into yours, leaving no room for debate. 

“let me pay this onc-” you began to speak softly, but chris was quick to cut you off. 

“i’m giving you three seconds to put your money away.” his hand moved to swiftly cover the bill, preventing you from placing the money down. despite the fact his exterior seemed snappy and stern, he was saying it in the most loving, sweet, caring way, but making sure you didn’t think twice about paying.

you thanked him sweetly and put the money back in your purse as chris finally got his money out after watching you put the money away, making sure you didn’t try to put the money down when he wasn’t looking.

| 04

it was getting darker now. the sun had set, the sky was a beautiful dark navy blue with a few little stars sprinkled randomly across the sky, the crescent moon beaming brightly through the night sky.

chris hadn’t let you do anything for him today, except for shower him with loving words, telling him how much you loved him and how lucky you are to find someone as amazing as him. but you couldn’t not do something for him, it was valentines day!

you and chris were cuddling snugly as you watched a movie together with the duvet cosily tucked over the both of you. well, chris was watching the movie. you were thinking of something you could do for valentines day for him this late. Suddenly, you thought of something. 

something you knew chris would love.

you told chris you were just going to the toilet, but as you got up, you reached down sneakily for something tucked in one of your drawers. 

the lacy red lingerie set chris loved.

you hid the skimpy outfit from chris as you walk past and enter the bathroom, closing the door gently behind you. you quickly removed your comfortable clothes and replaced them for the lingerie. you shifted the lacy bra to the side slightly to perfect it’s position as you noticed it was a little too far to the right in the smudgy mirror behind you.

you shuffled out of the bathroom unusually rapidly, leaving your other clothes on the bathroom floor.

chris looked over at you curiously as he noticed how quick you were, wondering if anything was wrong. “fuck..” he murmured lustfully as his eyes widened when he saw you, his eyes hungrily gliding over your body as you calmly approached him.

as you got closer, he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, instantly pulling you into a fiery, desire filled kiss as his hands explored your body. you let out a breathy moan as his hands squeezed your breasts, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

you interjected in your intimate moment as chris’ hands went from roaming around your body and caressing your breasts to reaching down to your lacy red panties. “don’t worry about me. let me make you feel good, okay?” you whispered, moving your hands from the back of his neck to halt his hands.

he nodded eagerly, wanting to please you but also craving for you to make him feel good. 

you hadn’t even realised, but he’d somehow magically managed to remove his trousers already. “calm down, there’s no time limit, mister eager.” you teased as you slid your body down from his neck to the waistband of his pants, noticing how he’d discarded his trousers already. you slid his boxers down, being greeted by his hard, erected cock. the tip red and desperate.  

you pumped his dick rapidly a few times, before attaching your mouth to him. you teasingly swirled your tongue around his tip, taking more of his length before pulling off. you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, by his sack, to the tip. yet again, swirling your tongue teasingly around his tip. 

“please, ma,” he pleads breathlessly, desperate for more.

“please what, baby?”

“don’t tease. i know you can take me.”

you smirk at his desperation, the way his hips jerked up, hoping to convince you to stop teasing him. to him, it already felt as if you’d been teasing him relentlessly for hours.

you finally show more mercy and oblige, pushing your mouth back onto his needy dick, wrapping your lips tightly around him and hollowing your cheeks as you bop your head forward and backwards, causing mixtures of short and long whimpers and moan to elicit from his soft lips. his hips rutted up and he whined as he felt you remove your mouth, just to pump him a few times first. the tight contact between your soft hand and his veiny, throbbing cock pushing him closer to reaching his high. 

“fuck, shit!” he grunted. “close, s-so close!” 

your lips reattached themselves onto him, your head pushing far down his dick, your cheeks hollowing around him perfectly when you pulled back, just to return your head back down to its original spot.

chris’ hips jerked desperately, forcing you to take him further as he came close to cumming. he tried to form words, but couldn’t from the unimaginable pleasure provided from you. 

before you knew it, hot ropes of sticky white fluids rushed down your throat as gasps of relief and pleasure emerged from chris’ lips. his brown hair sticking to his forehead, his face hot and sweaty as he struggled to form words.

“thank you, thank you.” he muttered breathlessly, resting a hand on his chest as his breathing slowed. 

you smiled at his gratitude. you pull yourself up, face to face with chris. “you deserve so, so, much more, my amazing boy. i love you.” you connect your lips with his softly as you feel him hum an ‘i love you’ back against your lips.

you let out a quiet gasp as you felt chris unexpectedly spin you onto your back, him now on top, the sudden movement causing a slight smirk to spread across your face as you knew what was coming next.

“i’ve just thought of one more reward for you.” he smirked.

of course, he couldn’t let you give him head and not give you head back.

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Hey, It's Been A While (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: GD x Reader Summary: long time partners that don't have the same goal Warning: delulu!ji-yong

A/N: thank you all for showing so much love on my first ever ji-yong fic! I'm ever-so flattered that many of you have asked for part 2. As promised, here it is. Lmk what you think! This is Ji-yong's P.O.V from part 1.

Kwon Ji-yong wasn't the type to show his feelings. He just dealt with it privately and most of the time, on his own. However, that changed when he told Daesung and Taeyang about your breakup. Oh, he was immensely heart broken. He was so close to pulling the same thing Taeyang did to win Min Hyo-rin back, but he didn't. He knew that whatever he did, nothing would bring you back to him.

"I thought I was being clear..." Ji-yong spoke in a soft voice as Daesung sat next to him on the floor. Ever since the break up, Taeyang and Daesung decided it would be best to take turns in looking after him because he didn't have you anymore. Tonight was Daesung's turn. They both sat in Ji-yong's dimly lit room with Ji-yong finding comfort on the cold floor.

"Well, Ji-yong, I hate to say it, but it was all a misunderstanding in the first place." Daesung said cautiously, not knowing how his best friend would react. "You know, sometimes our goals really don't align with the person we love, and that's okay."

"So..." Ji-yong trailed off. "She won't come back?" His voice cracked as he started sobbing again. His lips quivered and his shoulders shook, it scared Daesung because he had never seen him so... broken before. Daesung pulled him in for a big embrace and he just held him until he calmed down.

"Ji, maybe she will, maybe she won't. It's really up to both of you. I mean, if you really want her back, you have to do something. Right now, I just think she needs space."

"How do you know what she likes? You didn't date her, I did!" Ji-yong snapped at him, breaking free from the hug.

Daesung sighed, "I know you did. I'm just saying, you both need your time to heal before one of you does something. You can't think straight right now, Ji. If you say or do something, she might get overwhelmed and she probably wouldn't want to see you. After all, you just told her that you didn't believe in marriage while she did."

"But what if she doesn't want me back?" Ji-yong asked him, fear creeping throughout his body and he didn't like it one bit.

"Well, fate is twisted. If she doesn't want you back, then you guys were probably just meant to meet to build each other up, but not be together forever." Daesung confessed sadly. "Let's not think about that now. If you want her back, do you really want Y/N to see you like this? I'm sure she'd love to see the Kwon Ji-yong she loves, not the snot-filled, puffy-eyed Ji-yong." He lightened the mood, which was successful considering Ji-yong laughed a little bit.

"You're right." Ji-yong chuckled as he wiped his tears and ran a hand through his hair.

"I mean if I were Y/N and you walked in my apartment looking like that to take me back, I'd be scared! I'd be like, 'who is this gremlin?!'." Daesung joked and nudged his shoulder a bit, making Ji-yong laugh even more.

"Thanks, Dae. I appreciate it." Ji-yong smiled softly, patting his friend on the back.

-

A year after your breakup, Ji-yong heard from Taeyang that you started dating someone else.

"WHAT?!?!" Ji-yong reacted. "She was supposed to be with ME!!!"

"Ji-"

"Are you sure you sent her the flowers I asked you to send?"

"I'm not your assistant, but yes."

"Are you sure you picked the loveliest card in the store? I knew I should've gotten her the shiny lambskin Chanel bag instead!"

"Wait- the gold tone metal white one?"

"Yes, that one! It would look so cute with all of her outfits because white is easy to pair with anything!"

"Okay, but-"

"Did I lose my game? I don't think I did. I mean, even after I courted her, I still heavily flirted with her because you gotta keep it going and I love flirting with her because she gets all cute and shy."

"I did not need to know that, but that's cute. Please-"

"Did she not love me enough? I-"

"KWON JI-YONG!!!!" Taeyang shouted, causing him to stop rambling. "That relationship she has is probably not going to last, y'know? I mean, we don't know what the future holds, right? He could be a-"

"A rebound!" Daesung said as he entered the room.

"Right!" Taeyang slammed his hand on the table.

Ji-yong snickered, "Okay, Glinda."

Taeyang glared at him before he said, "Maybe you should move on a bit."

"I HAVE moved on. Just not in the way she moved on. I still think about her 24/7. I just don't cry about it anymore." Ji-yong said proudly. "I still look fondly at our photos, y'know? I miss her a lot."

"We know." Daesung said.

"Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I have to see Y/N, confess my love for her, and then make out." Ji-yong said, walking towards the door. Before he reaches the door, Taeyang pulled him back.

"Whoa, don't do that. Also, TMI." Taeyang said.

"Stop being delulu. It's not the solulu." Daesung said as the other two looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes, "I'll rephrase: being delusional isn't the solution."

"Then say that!" Taeyang exclaimed.

"Yeah! What language was that?" Ji-yong asked.

"It's the new internet lingo. Oh my gosh, stay updated." Daesung said as he sat down on the couch.

"Um, anyway, he's right." Taeyang agreed. "Being dolulu isn't the selulu."

"You got it twisted."

"I think Ji-yong got my point, Dae."

Ji-yong fought back a smile from their ridiculous argument. "Fine. I won't go. I'll just investigate her new boyfriend."

"Oh my god stop." Daesung said. "Just let her be happy."

"Oh, I want her to be happy... it's just that I want her to be happy with me. Besides, I just want to see if that guy's good enough for her, y'know? I'm looking out for her because I love her and I'm afraid I'll love her until I die, so please let me be." Ji-yong took out his laptop, sat on the dining table and immediately stalked your socials to get some kind of information on this new guy.

It took him months, but he finally got the information he needed. Being petty, he printed it all out with a proud smirk, stapled them together, and presented it to Taeyang and Daesung, who were busy watching some variety show on the tv.

"Um, what's this?" Taeyang asked. It was a neatly organized, 100-paged paper, all about your new boyfriend. Ji-yong even made a formal cover page for his paper. It was his thesis at that point and now, he's doing a defense.

"My thesis titled: The Effect of Being Serious with A Man You Don't Know: A Study About The Cause and Effect of Dating A Suspicious Man." Ji-yong grinned.

"If you flip the page, you'll see the table of contents dating back to 2015 until now. Then as you read through it, it's everything that I found out about Y/N's new boyfriend. Including but not limited to: his family tree, his exes, his behavior and attitude, screenshots from his exes, and observations from his ex-best friend. All names are, of course, redacted for this thesis I am presenting."

"Kwon Ji-yong, you are INSANE. Like, officially." Daesung said. Taeyang nodded in agreement as he flipped through the pages.

"I know, but HEAR ME OUT!" Ji-yong explained. "I have a really bad feeling in my gut when you guys said she started dating him. I just researched about him and I was right! Please just read through it?"

"What if you're wrong?" Daesung questioned. "What if-"

"No, he's right." Taeyang said, intently reading Ji-yong's hardwork.

"What the fuck, Tae? I thought we were a team." Daesung whined.

"Yes, we are. Despite him being delusional and crazy, he's actually right this time. The man is bad news." Taeyang said as he showed Daesung the proof.

Ji-yong smirked to himself as he laid down on the floor. He rubbed his tired eyes as he stretched his whole body and yawned. His research required sleepless nights and convenience store coffee runs at ungodly hours.

"I'm impressed, Ji." Daesung nodded. "This is all precise."

"I didn't get a bachelor's degree and a master's degree for nothing, Dae." Ji-yong chuckled, his voice hoarse from being tired.

"Hey, speaking of-" Taeyang spoke. "Y/N emailed me!"

"Ooh, what did she say?!" Daesung asked excitedly. "I think this is a sign! Maybe your manifestations are finally working, Ji!"

Ji-yong laughed before folding his arms under his head, relaxing a little bit. "It's all coming together. It's weird for her to tell you about their breakup through email, though. That's so-"

"SHE'S GETTING MARRIED?!?!" Daesung screamed as Ji-yong quickly sat up in shock. Taeyang glared at Daesung and said, "I was about to say it!"

"Yeah, but I figured it should be said immediately! Like removing a band-aid!" Daesung explained.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly a band-aid, now is it?" Taeyang pointed out and Daesung shrugged.

"She's getting married to that dick!?" Ji-yong exclaimed in frustration.

"You know what? Let's all boycott this wedding." Taeyang said. "I can just email her and say that as early as now, we are NOT RSVP-ing."

Ji-yong frowned and shook his head, "No, that's not right. You guys were her friends too and my feelings about this shouldn't be in the way. At the end of the day, it's her event... that I secretly want to ruin, but I digress. We can all go and allow her to be happy."

"Why do I feel like you're planning something?" Daesung eyed Ji-yong suspiciously as Ji-yong stood up, walking to the kitchen.

"Dae, I just finished a really good thesis about why her man is bad news. Of course, I'm planning something. You'll just have to wait on the wedding day." Ji-yong smirked to himself.

-

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[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Weekend Ramblings

Thame·Po Episode 10

Yeah, I'm late but my brain was not working properly on friday, so, now works. Congrats on the sex! I love this friend group so much. This episode was a lot. First of all Baifern needs to go touch grass. I did appreciate that the show went there, all things considering, but she made me mad. And not that I needed more proof, but Po is a better person than me. Also I hate Pemika and this whole thing around idols and dating. It's insane, but obviously eventually the company will come around, cause glass houses and all that. The PepperGam noble idiocy thing was a bit whatever, although still heartbreaking, but I'm hoping this means that our mains won't follow in their footsteps. This show is as close to perfection as I have seen from gmmtv in a while, so let's not ruin it. The best part was definitely seeing the group supporting each other. The hand holding at the press conference had me all emotional. I'm giving up on screaming at Thame. I guess since they were technically already caught, he's not bothered. Not that he acted like he ever was. Thame and Po continue to be them. I just love how even through all this, they keep checking in on each other.

GelBoys Episode 2

Never has a show made me feel so ancient. Also this show is a massive reminder of how much I absolutely hated all that love drama in high school. I had zero patience for it. Obsessively rereading messages, overanalysing every word to find some hidden meaning, wondering, Does he actually like me? Honestly, I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And on top of that, I’m beyond grateful that I didn’t have to deal with any of it in the era of smartphones, social media, selfies, apps, and so on. So much angst. I guess playlists are the new mixtapes. It's certainly easier. I continue to really like the atmosphere, it feels very grounded. And although I like Fou4Mod, I adore Baabin, so I'm not a huge fan of the way Fou4Mod is using him to make Chian jealous. Like since he's his bestie, he could've at least been honest. I'm sure he'd be on board. And I know he's gotta learn this for himself but, Fou4Mod, sweetie, this is a terrible idea. You are going to be crying a lot on that train in the future. But, I mean, who hasn't done that before?

Perfect 10 Liners Episode 17

I got YothaGun and PondSand. What a joy! I really could watch Perth do anything but seeing him being the biggest love sick puppy is a special treat. Faifa seems to have a bit of a savior complex, which we kinda knew but it's pretty obvious now. I love characters that hide their pain behind a smile, and he's so kind on top of that, so of course I love him. I also liked that he noticed Wine's overall mood and checked in with him about boundaries. I'm hoping Wine can break some of his walls and perhaps teach him the word 'NO.' I'm thinking maybe we won't get a side couple this time because we have enough couples to check in with, in between FaifaWine stuff, but we'll see.

The Boy Next World Episode 7

First of all, it was great to see Thorn/Tong again, I keep forgetting this is part of the TharnType Universe. As I said last week, BossNouel can bring it in those scenes, but I still feel like I'm watching RainPhayu. Now Cir, you had to see this coming, no? I mean you only had like a million chances to come clean. I feel bad for Phu, but I gotta say, last week I thought he might have an inkling about this, but maybe not?Now…for that ending and the preview. So not multiple universes, but something else is going on. He's dissociating. I'm intrigued and worried if they will land this part of the story. It seems we'll be getting our beloved amnesia trope and I'm so excited about it. Honestly I was thinking maybe he doesn't really have amnesia and he's faking, but wouldn't that be a bit much, all things considered? I mean, they’re going to end up together, so I’d really love to not completely despise Cir by then. The second half of the episode was strange though, pace wise. It felt a bit disconnected, and rushed. Part of it might be intentional, given Phu's state of mind, but it still felt weird to me. The sides are kinda cute, although I must admit, Wim gets on my nerves a bit. That dude must end each day with a tension headache. Like seriously, he's so tense it makes me stressed. And also, why is he so annoyed by Jin?, cause like he listed a bunch of stuff but honestly I don't see it. Wim needs to forget about Cir for 5 seconds and focus on something else. This animosity feels a bit forced.

Sangmin Dinneaw Episode 8 [Finale]

I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’ve come to expect a certain level of whiplash from this show, but this was on an entirely different level. We went from child abuse and murder plot straight into that cucumber scene. I can’t even begin to imagine the thought process behind it. This was a roller-coaster, and not in a good way. That said, at least we finally got a storyline where a guy gets revenge on his abusive parents, so that wasn’t terrible. But the fact that the hotel dude didn't get run over is unfortunate. Now that it’s over, I genuinely don’t know what to say. The main couple was cute enough, and the sides were decent, but overall, this whole thing was a mess. Honestly, the ending was the only part that felt even remotely normal. And still I'm not sure about the amnesia. But who cares? Most of this makes no sense and I'm not gonna waste any more time trying to figure it out.

[walkingnearfoxes]

The Space Between the Lines (Homelander x Reader) - Chapter 3

1.7k words. 18+. Warnings for stalking and the Homelander being horny. She/Her Teacher Reader. 

There are a dozen teachers who would kill for this job. You’re just not sure that you’re one of them.

The Homelander had been watching you for weeks.

He didn't have much of a choice. He clearly couldn't trust Ashley and her merry band of mediocrity to pick an educator for Ryan. These "teachers" brought to him were either idiots, ugly as goddamn sin, or too busy shitting their pants at the sight of him to educate his son. One bald and sweaty winner was all three; he took care of that one. That dumbass wouldn't be teaching anyone any time soon.

Clearly, to ensure the best possible future for his son, the Homelander needed to step in. He looked at the curriculum. He re-mapped the lessons with wide-eyed instructional designers. He looked at the resumes. He burned the resumes. He asked Ashley whether she was picking these fuckers out of the sewers or the prisons.

And then, to her luck, she found you.

At first, he wasn't very impressed. You were young, first of all. Educated, sure. Cute, even. But young. Weren’t the best teachers supposed to be ancient? Set in their ways?

"She won an award for education, sir," Ashley had offered at his evident ambivalence. Your file was displayed across the screens of the conference room. The Homelander sat back in his usual chair, gloved fingers drumming at the arms.

He rolled his eyes. "Did she win by having a fucking pulse? Honestly, Ashley, after the zombies you sent me-"

But then she clicked on the video that came with your award profile. It showed a clip of one of your lessons - an introduction to the War of 1812 with a rambunctious group of middle schoolers. He would have fried them immediately, but you were the image of calm. 

It was the way you held yourself that caught his attention. You had energy, but you were always in control. You answered each question the little shits had for you concisely and even joked with one or two of them. When a student reached for the cell phone bulging in their jean pocket, your glare across the room was enough to stop them and give you a mumbled apology.

You cared. You cared deeply.

He stared at the screen for another minute, his gaze following you across the screen. Finally, he nodded. "Bring her in."

Ashley looked like she might just come from relief. "Absolutely, sir," She breathed and turned to the computer for all of two seconds before her dirt brain got distracted. "I-I should mention, she doesn't have a background in math or science-"

"Oh, boo hoo." The Homelander drawled as he stood. "Now we won't know how a plant fucks itself. Half that shit isn't real, Ashley. Just bring her in."

He didn't take part in the interviews. He had actual work to do and lives to save. The notes that Ashley gave him were all things he already knew. You were quick, intelligent, and wanted to make a difference. No shit. He didn't need an hour-long conversation to know that. He knew that keeping an eye on you was much better than any performance task. He did the actual work.

It was comical to him how little people paid attention. He was invisible to all the ants if he didn't want to be spotted. He easily flew from building to building, neighborhood to neighborhood, all to learn more about cute, unsuspecting little you. You weren’t hard to find; Vought had all of your information before you even applied.

His findings were boring as fuck at first. You had a small group of friends, you read all the fucking time, but you kept yourself in shape. He appreciated the last part, at least. But you weren’t as refreshing as he thought you would be from the teaching video. The only thing that slightly caught his curiosity was the mysterious relationship to your family. Your mother called about twice a week - sometimes more. From his x-ray vision and superior hearing through the ancient walls of your apartment, he learned enough to know your family didn't live far away, but you made no effort to visit them. Every time your mother called, he saw your lips thin and your eyes narrow. You usually were doing something else while speaking to her - browsing the Internet, pacing the living room, even punching a pillow. Why, he wondered? Maybe mommy and daddy were neglectful of you. A favored sibling, maybe? Drugs? There are limitless possibilities, but you never spoke about it to anyone. Was it a minor issue then, or were you so selfless that you didn't want to bother anyone with your problems? His mind drifted to the matter more than once. He didn’t quite comprehend what would make someone distance themselves from their blood when it was so close at hand.

Then, there was the run.

You very stupidly liked to go for runs at night. Alone. With headphones on. It was like you were asking to be gutted. Sure enough, only about two weeks into his watch, a mindless oaf of a man found you at a stoplight. From his standing perch on a nearby rooftop, his body cloaked in shadow, the Homelander rolled his eyes. 

Was he going to have to save you already? Christ.

But then, he noticed your movements. The man was to your back, but you had already turned off your music and lowered your headphones. You already knew he was there. 

"You lost, baby girl?" The man murmured, stopping a mere five inches from your back. "I can bring ya home and warm ya up..."

You turned to look at him, and the smile on your face - a grin full of teeth - wasn't polite. It was a warning. "I'm just fine, buddy. Now walk away."

The man bristled - he had a good foot of height on you and about three times the fucking body mass - but then your smile disappeared. The Homelander saw the way your eyes changed. There was something darker. Something he was intimately familiar with.

The man swallowed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and shuffled backward. "Right. Sorry. Ma'am."

You watched him for a long moment, ensuring he truthfully intended to leave you alone. Once you were sure, the Homelander watched as you put your headphones back in and carried on as if nothing had happened.

Oh.

Oh.

You weren't just a cute little teacher. There was something else.

His lips twitched upwards in approval. There was another twitch down south, but that wasn't too surprising. He’d always admired strong women. He could take care of that later; the few “accidental” peaks of you in your shower had given him plenty of material.

So, he told Ashley to hire you and continued to keep an eye on you. It wasn't out of surveillance now; it was out of curiosity. He didn't see another glimpse of that side of you again, but that would come with time. You weren't perfect. Your clothes were boring, you couldn't nail down a signature scent, and he loathed your roommate.

But that look. He could do something with that look.

And so he sat and watched as you taught his son. He had to admit that you were good. Ryan was paying attention, and he was smiling. He was smiling a little too much - he certainly never smiled that much with him - but what was important was that he was learning. What was also important was that you were slowly becoming more at ease. You had stopped your adorably nervous glances at him about 20 minutes ago, and adrenaline had stopped obnoxiously pumping through your body. He could barely detect the scent anymore. 

You were explaining how the colonists had grown independent from Britain when Ryan's brows began furrowing.

You, the diligent educator that you are, notice right away. "What's up?"

"I'm...a little confused," Ryan admits.

You smile encouragingly. "Well, share with the class. It's my job to help with that."

Ryan points to his textbook. The Homelander can see from across the table that he's touching an image of a plantation. "You said George Washington had slaves?"

You hesitate, and your eyes move to glance at the Homelander. He says nothing, the same polite smile on his face. You look back to Ryan. "That's right."

Ryan's frown deepens. "He wanted the colonies to be free but he had slaves?"

Uh oh.

The Homelander laughs, and it's the first sound he's made this entire lesson. Ryan meets his eyes immediately, and you barely mask a flinch. "Whoa there, buddy," He says, standing up from his place at the table. "It's a little more complicated than that."

There's barely a beat after his words before you reply. "Yeah, their whole idea of freedom is a bit...convoluted."

The Homelander blinks and raises a brow. "What do you mean, teach?"

Your smile is polite, but your eyes are a bit less so. "I mean that Ryan is making a good point. It's a bit hypocritical."

He scoffs and steps forward, his hands moving to his hips. "Are you calling our founding father a hypocrite?"

There it is. There's that look in your eye. Without missing a beat, you nod your head. "Yes."

He hadn’t expected to see it again so soon - certainly not directed at him. But there it is.

There is a long silence interrupted only by Ryan's fingers anxiously tapping against the table. It's death to the Homelander's eardrums, but he doesn't care. He's staring at you, waiting for you to flinch or murmur an apology like all those other mudpeople did. You don't.

"Well, on that exciting note, I think we can call it for today," He announces, turning to give his son a warm smile. "Ryan, you earned yourself some Tournament of Heroes time."

Ryan turns to look at you - a decision that makes the Homelander's fists clench on his hips - and you smile back at the boy. "Same time tomorrow?"

Ryan smiles shyly back. "Yeah. Definitely." He stands up slowly, closes his notebook, and looks at his father. "Do you wanna come play, Dad?"

The Homelander grins. "Sure thing. You set up the VS5 and I'll be there in a jiff," But he looks back at you with a wink. "I just gotta have a word with Miss Benedict Arnold here before she rushes out on me."

The way your pulse skyrockets makes his heart sing.

[sweetbillwriting]

Way Out of Line

SEVEN

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

My family and I had gone to Aspen since I was seven. My dad's practice went well, and we had recently bought the house we lived in now; the one before had been much more modest. I had never seen myself belonging to a class; for me, my family was just an ordinary family, but after I had started college, I had realized what a safe environment I came from. Jason and I were given trips, expensive clothes, and had done the activities we wanted since we were kids. I started to go to the hairdresser every fourth week when I was twelve. For me, money wasn't that big of an issue and probably why I didn't react that much to the news that Keith was rich. The only thing I could think was that it might be easier to get my parents to accept us as a couple if he could give me economic security, but otherwise I just thought about his divorce. It wouldn't be easy for him to become a single man.

The thought of his divorce was what destroyed the trip for me because I couldn't really enjoy the present. The only thing I could enjoy were our late-night conversations and what he had taught me. He was the one teaching me how to masturbate. My finger transformed to his during our conversations and also his cock, even if my fingers were much smaller.

“I’ve gotten something for you. When you come home, your dad will receive a package for me that he will put in my bedroom, but then you can get it.”

I looked at him with a small smile, believing it would be jewelry or maybe a dress, now that I knew he had money. He sat with a bare chest against a white wall with some fluffy brown pillows behind him. I sat naked on the bed of my hotel room, tired after having two orgasms.

“What is it?”

“It's a dildo,” he said with a smirk. Just the word made me blush but another feeling followed. Was it disgust? I couldn't tell, but it obviously showed on my face because Keith laughed.

“Baby, it's nothing weird. Especially not when I work like I do. I will be away like this again, and I think you need a better replacement for me than your small hands. It will hurt again when I come home otherwise.”

I didn't say anything because I only thought about the plastic manhood and felt the weird feeling spread through my chest. It was one thing to call him daddy and show my naked body on Snapchat, but receiving a sex toy? Even if I didn't know if I believed in Jesus, I could feel him judging me from above.

“It's classy, I promise. And pink.”

I swallowed hard because to me his cock was also pink, and even if I had learned to appreciate his cock’s appearance, I didn't need a plastic replica in my nightstand drawer.

“And it's smaller, so it will be kinder than me,” he joked, even if he always was kind when we had any form of sex.

“Okay…” I said with an exhalation, prepared to give it a chance. I could look at it first. Keith smiled sweetly.

“There is also lube and handcuffs in there.”

“Keith!” I said now with rose-red cheeks that made him laugh.

“What? Come on, baby girl, it's nothing. It's just for fun, but we don't have to do anything. I guess… You just make me so fucking horny. The pictures of you… I look at them so much it's unhealthy. I've just parked somewhere to jerk off sometimes and…” He dragged his hands through his hair like he was embarrassed, and I laughed at his awkward body language. He looked so sweet when he looked all uncomfortable, but he was dirty under that sweet persona.

I could see how his eyes fell to my naked breasts again, and without looking up, he corrected his phone and how he sat so I could see that impressive erection lay against his belly. I giggled, and he smirked and dragged his hand over his shaft.

“What is it, princess?” He said with a smirk. “Are you laughing at Daddy?”

“No, Daddy,” I giggled and bit my thumb, attractively.

“Otherwise, I must spank you even more when I come home.”

“Even more?”

“Yes, you’ll be punished for not accompanying me to Detroit.”

“You never asked!”

“You should have asked, so this is your fault, baby girl. Daddy shouldn't need to do all the work.”

He smirked teasingly, and I scoffed, amused at him.

“Can you get on all fours over your phone so I can see if you're wet for Daddy?”

I blushed again. It was obvious he liked it when I became embarrassed and felt challenged, but as I was told. I always did what he wanted because I realized I liked it too. I liked the power he had over me and how he made me feel small but sexy.

He told me to touch myself, and I could hear him jerk off even if I couldn't see him. Just that was a turn-on. I knew he probably took some screenshots too, because he always did. He was a dirty old man who jerked off in his car between house showings, but I liked it, and I sent him more photos without him even asking. He liked close up videos of me masturbating but he also liked innocent photos of me pouting in discontent. He liked when I woke him up with a sweet message or sent him a video of me doing my makeup.

I wondered if he was in love with me, if he thought about me as much as I thought about him. It did seem like it because every night he called me when he was away. He did the last week he was away too.

“So what, you share a house with that girl now? I asked on the phone. He hadn't video called me that night but voice called me instead in a hushed tone, probably so the girl wouldn't hear him.

The Airbnb he stayed in had been double booked, and because of some conference in Detroit, neither of them could find another place to stay. He told me the girl was probably a few years younger than him and was quite nervous in his presence. I couldn't understand why; Keith was the sweetest man.

“But like… Where will you sleep?” I asked carefully.

“On the couch. I can't let a woman stay on the couch, my mom taught me better,” he joked, and I made an amused sound even if I was worried.

“Where is she now?”

“She’s in the bathroom.”

I swallowed hard. I was Keith's mistress; could he cheat on me too? He had an easy chance now, in another town, living with some girl without a connection to him, his wife, or me.

“Is she pretty?” I asked with a dry, nervous voice.

“Baby…” he said with a sigh.

“Please just answer. Is she pretty?”

Keith was silent on the line a few too many seconds, and that really said it all to me, but he still answered.

“I guess she is, but…” he sighed again.

I had no idea how Keith was towards other women. He was a sweet, good-looking guy. Tall and manly. I didn't even know if he needed to be any certain way to get women's attention, but I still wondered if he was the flirty kind. He had caught me on his hook so easily even when I had considered myself elusive.

“So what are you doing, baby girl?” He tried to change the subject; it was painfully obvious, but I let him. I didn't know what more I could say on the subject.

“I’m just watching a series.”

He tried to get me to talk about the series, but our conversation died quite quickly. I noticed by the questions he asked that he prepared himself to hang up.

“I will never forgive you if you sleep with her!”

The words suddenly burst from me, right before we would say goodbye.

“I will not sleep with her.” He sighed, and I could hear irritation in his voice.

“Yes, you will! I know you will! Look what you're doing to me! My dad is your best friend!”

I was a crying desperate mess, spilling out my fears on him.

“How can I trust you?!”

Keith was silent on the line until I heard a low, unamused laugh.

“Ohh… Wow! I think it's time for us to hang up here… I need a drink. I… I’ll see you around.”

“Keith… Daddy…” I whined. I said the pet name in an attempt to gain his attention, but he gave me a low goodbye before hanging up. I looked at the phone in my hand, now crying silently to myself. Why did I say all that? I hadn't even so much as thought about how our relationship could tell you about him as a person. Now, it clearly came up as soon as I felt unsure about him.

I thought about calling him back, but something told me Keith wasn't the person who would see that as a type of love language; he would just see it as annoying. Instead, I wrote a message on Snapchat:

I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it, and I trust you. Please just call tomorrow or something. I really like you, Keith.

He opened it but didn't answer.

×××

Dad stood by the entrance door with the anonymous brown package in his hands. He casually chatted with the delivery guy and dropped the package to his side. I had heard him say it was to Keith Toshko, so I knew what my dad held in his hand, while he didn't have a clue. He closed the door when the delivery guy turned his back on him and then looked down on the package. It was as big as a small shoebox, and he could easily hold it in one hand. I stood by the stairs, having paused in my steps after hearing the delivery guy say Keith's name. My dad looked at me, looked again at the box, then stretched his arms out towards me.

“Can you put this on Jason's bed for Keith?” I looked at the box like he gave me a loaded weapon and put my hands behind my back, afraid to even touch it. It was no longer for me, but it was still meant to be for me.

“Why can't you do it?” I asked with a small voice. My dad furrowed his brows.

“Sure, I can. I just thought you were on your way up?”

“I must study.” I said it shortly and ran up the stairs without looking back at him. It felt like he would be able to see by me or the box that we belonged together if we were in the same room for too long. It wasn't a realistic thought, but in my world of sadness, secrets, and lies, it was. I had already lost Keith, so now I would do everything to be my dad's little girl again.

×××

I stared at the book lying on the pillow in my lap. The letters could have been Chinese letters because I couldn't understand them anyway. I just thought about mine and Keith's conversation from the day before. I regretted it so hard that I had even asked him about the girl he had to share a space with. I should have just pretended I didn't care at all, like it was just normal that he would share a house with a girl he didn't know, but every emotion in my body became hard to control, and I could feel emotions I had never felt before flying around my heart. I couldn't even name them or differentiate them. It just felt like some sort of creature had started to chew inside of me, on every organ, and wanted to break free.

Of all of the feelings, I could differentiate two, though: two feelings I often felt with Keith: curiosity and horniness. I want to look through that package. I wanted to see what he wanted us to explore. He had thought about us when he ordered it. Because he wanted to be with me.

I tried to continue to read in my book about 1800th-century English but let it glide down from the pillow in disinterest. I needed to get the package. Keith had said I should do that, so carefully I sneaked down the hallway to Jason's room and opened the door slowly. Mom had cleaned it since Keith had left it, made the bed with new sheets, and left the few items Keith had forgotten on the dresser (a pair of black socks, AirPods, and a pack of cigarettes), but there wasn't a box on the bed as I had suspected. I walked into the room and looked around confused until I saw the box behind the dresser opened. The panic attacked me quickly, and I almost ran up to the box that really was opened. It was obvious what had happened; my dad had opened it. My dad had opened the box containing his daughter and best friend's sex toys. A numbness spread over my face and hands while I looked into the box. There was just a fuchsia-colored card in it with the company's logo.

It was quite awful of my father to open the box without permission, and I wondered what he would do with the contents. Did I want to know? I hoped he maybe had taken it hostage to bully his friend, but I couldn't stop other thoughts from coming over me. They were thoughts I hadn't even imagined in my wildest fantasy I would have.

I sneaked back to my room again with even more weird feelings, and the creature became even bigger, eating on my lungs. It was just all too much, and there wasn't anyone else to blame but me who had instigated it by showing my breasts to my dad's best friend.

×××

A week later, when I came home from campus on a late afternoon, I could feel another energy as soon as I came into the hallway. I knew he was back. I didn't even take off my outerwear; instead, I stood with my beating heart, waiting for it to come up through my throat.

They couldn't have heard I had came home, or they didn't care because I could hear both my parents and Keith from the living room. My parents laughed at something while Keith made a sound like he was embarrassed.

“But who is she then? You can trust us to not tell anyone,” said my dad curiously.

“It's over now.” Keith was short in his answer but didn't sound irritated.

“Why? Because of the divorce?” Asked my mom.

“We can say it like this: she was far too young.”

My dad made a weird laugh I hadn't heard before, and it sounded like my mom gave him a hit in the chest.

“How young?” He asked. He sounded excited, like he was the one dating a younger woman.

“Far too young. It's hard being with someone who—”

I stomped into the living room, still in my dirty boots and red coat. Keith sat in the white armchair closest to the entrance door with the back towards me. My parents sat on the matching couch with their faces towards me. Keith turned his face and looked straight at me.

“Hey, hey.” He gave me a small smile and a nod. I didn't have the opportunity to register his feelings.

“Honey!” My dad laughed awkwardly. He probably didn't think I should hear what Keith spoke about, and he gave my mom a pointed look.

“We've already eaten, but I saved you a plate.” My mom jumped up from the couch and approached me. “Take off your outerwear and I can warm it for you. It's schnitzel.”

I nodded a little but looked at my dad and the back of Keith's head. My dad still smirked, amused and proud, at Keith, like he was living through him, and my mom probably let him because they had been married for so long. Little did they know it was their daughter Keith talked about. That he got me to call him daddy and take his cock until I was bleeding. I wondered if my dad would smirk if he knew that.

I ate by myself in the dining room and let “the grown-ups” continue to talk, then I went to my room without saying anything to them. I still couldn't grasp my feelings, and hiding felt like the best option, but couldn’t for long because there was knock on my door just after 30 minutes.

“It's me…” said Keith through the door. I held my breath while I thought about what I would do even if I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know if I was ready.

“Come in.”

I sat under the cover, just dressed in panties and one of my many spaghetti tops. The clock was just 7pm, but it looked like I was ready for bed. Keith opened the door but stood at the threshold, dressed in a plaid flannel shirt and gray sweats. His feet were bare even if our floors were so cold.

“Are you okay?” He asked with care, as he walked into the room slowly. I nodded a little, waiting for him to talk because I had no idea what the creature would do if I opened my mouth.

“Good… Ehm… I'm sorry for talking downstairs… I shouldn't have, but your dad kind of found out I was seeing someone.”

Keith was classy to not tell how my father knew, but I knew all too well, but still I just nodded.

“Can I sit down?” Keith pointed at the bed, and I nodded again. He sat down softly on my floral sheets, and he dragged his hand over a pink velvet pillow. He looked around in my room, and I could guess what he was thinking—that I was just a little girl. He licked his plump lips and moved a bit nervously on the edge of the bed.

“I don't want us to end things like enemies. I don't want you to believe I am an asshole…”

“I know you're not,” I finally got out, and he looked at me with kind green eyes.

“But we must end things.” He added but looked at me in the same way. “You're young, and I don't think you're ready to be with someone so much older than you. I will always have women around because that's what a man of my age life looks like. I'm not a college boy.”

My throat had stopped working again even if I wanted to protest.

“I'm in the middle of a divorce. I worked with many different people, and I will not be by your side all the time, and maybe it's best if I move away from here. I don't want to complicate things for you.”

We looked deep into each other's eyes while I still was quiet. Keith swallowed in discomfort but didn't look away; he probably hoped for an answer, but it never came from me. I just tried to control the thing inside of me.

He patted my knee lightly, like some uncle would do, then he stood up.

“I hope we can be friends…” It was the last thing he said before leaving me alone.

×××

I sat by the breakfast table while my parents and Keith ran around the house in panic; I just buttered my bread unbothered even if I was the one that had created the mess. I looked at Keith standing in the hallway, dragging his hands through his slicked-back hair and threading his fingers together on his head. He wore a dark blue knitted sweater over a white button-up and black jeans and looked really dapper, but now he had messed his hair up so much he looked like he had walked through a storm.

“Are you sure you had it in the bathroom?” asked my mom as she nervously looked up at him. She was probably afraid she had by accident tossed it away—his wedding band.

“Yeah, I had put it next to the soap, then I thought I had put it in my toiletry bag, but it's not there,” said Keith, but he sounded quite unengaged, and it was then I realized he looked straight at me.

I looked down at my toast, spreading the orange marmalade over it so it mixed with the butter. I wouldn't say anything, and I knew Keith wouldn't cause a fight in front of my parents; that would expose everything to them. I heard Keith sigh loudly which turned into an irritated grunt. I didn't need to look to know that he was putting on his outerwear.

“I'm really so, so sorry, Keith. I will continue to search for it. It must be here somewhere.”

“We will find it… But May will not be happy…” Said Keith, trying to cover up his irritation. I looked up when I heard him say his wife's name. I couldn't see him anymore because he was behind the wall, but I could see my parents standing in the hallway, looking towards the entrance door where Keith was.

“She probably understands. You haven't worn it for a long time,” my mom tried to offer some assurance, as she walked closer to my dad, probably to get some support.

“Understand I've replaced my wedding ring? I don't think so. We had decided that we would collect all things of value to put in the safety box until we know how we will share it, and then I’ll come and say I can't find my wedding ring? She will not like it…” Keith sounded stressed, and I could see my parents felt the same thing while they looked at him.

“I think she will understand,” tried my mom again while my dad nodded.

Keith was silent, and even I could understand his annoyance, even if I was the thief. His ring still lay in my toiletry bag, and I would let it lie there for a while. I liked the thought of Keith's wife being really mad at him and him suffering. Even if Keith had let me go really nicely, I was still mad at him, but also, by holding on to that ring, it felt like I had some sort of effect on their divorce and that I wasn't as powerless as I had felt before. It felt like I could cause them to not get along and that Keith would never look at her again. Until I felt I didn't need that power anymore, I would give the ring back, but then and there I liked the power I had too much. Keith left as smoothly and silently as he did most things in life, but I knew he was irritated and that he had started to suspect me as the thief, but I would let him come and try to get it back if he dared.

×××

I hoped he would suspect me. I hoped he would suspect me so hard he felt forced to talk to me. I couldn't say why, but the thought of him being a bit mad at me turned me on even if I had lost him and he might just be angry at me for real. It was like anger was better than not getting any attention from him at all.

I got what I wanted because the next day when I came home, he leaned against the doorframe to the living room, and it looked like he was waiting for me. His hands were pushed down deep in the front pockets of his medium blue jeans, and his feet were bare. He wore just a simple black tee and looked relaxed with his hair messily styled back.

“Hey…” he said, dragging out the word so I understood he wanted to say something. I gave him a look but played nonchalant and took off my boots and my coat. I wore that little pink skirt he had commented on once before, and I could see he gave it a fast look.

“Can we talk? We're alone…” He stood up to his full height and made a lazy nod towards the living room.

“Why?” I asked with some attitude. I wanted to annoy him; I wanted to get some other feeling out of him other than that sweet, collected Keith he showed to the rest of the world.

“I was just wondering about something,” he said, just as nicely, and messed with a cuticle on his thumb.

“Then ask,” I said with a shoulder shrug.

Keith looked at me with big eyes, but they turned annoyed, and he looked away with a sour expression.

“Can we just sit down and talk like two grown-ups?”

“Grown-ups?” I said annoyed. “I thought I was just a little girl! Too young for everything!” I crossed my arms but still stood there, just welcoming a fight.

“For fuck's sake, Jaqueline…” Keith muttered and scratched his forehead. “I was just wondering if you've seen my wedding ring.”

I looked at him sourly, but I could see how he knew I was the one who had taken it, but he wanted me to say it myself, the same way you could teach kids to be ashamed. I felt ashamed when I looked at him because I couldn't really say why I had taken it. It was a childish act, but I didn't want to say to him how childish I actually was.

“I don't know. Maybe you have dropped it?”

“I haven't worn it since Christmas, and you know that too.”

I looked away like I didn't care, still with my arm crossed. Keith sighed but moved closer to me, so close I could smell his scent and needed to curl my neck in a C motion to see him.

“I’ll ask again…” His voice had changed. It was much darker and heavy, and I looked at him with an emotion similar to fear. “Have you seen it?”

He looked at me straight in the eyes, and I couldn't look away. His eyes were mesmerizing, big and hypnotic like the cat in Alice in Wonderland.

“I… I…” I stuttered and felt myself swaying on weak legs. I took a hold of his t-shirt just so I wouldn't fall backwards. I wanted to continue to play cool, but I couldn't, and instead I pushed my cheek against his chest and felt my eyes well up.

“I just want you to be mine...!”

I could both feel and hear Keith take a deep breath, then he laid his hand on the back of my head and patted my hair.

“You're jealous.” He said matter-of-factly. The word caused irritation to grow in my chest, and even if a tear fell, I pouted.

“No.”

“Yes, you are. You're a jealous, silly girl that believes every woman around me is your threat.”

“No…” I said but this time it was a bit shameful. I was jealous. I was jealous of his wife, who got to be his for real. I was jealous of that girl he lived with, who he could have done something with if he wanted to because he hadn't promised me anything. I was just the silly girl he could play silly games with.

Keith pulled me away from him, and with his hands on my shoulders, he looked at me. I stood with my eyes down at the ground so he wouldn't see my tears. If I had looked at him, I would have seen him smirking, amused at me, how he loved to make fun of me.

“Say you're jealous,” he teased, but it made me just start to cry more, and he laughed a little and pulled me against his chest again.

“You're so silly…” He laughed a little but bent down to give me a kiss on the nose. I looked up at him with hope it meant he forgave me.

“But you're my little silly baby.” I smiled carefully because I didn't dare to believe he had forgiven me. Keith laughed sweetly again, then gave me a soft kiss so I would understand we were back on it again.

×××

We sat together on the couch in the living room and looked at the ring between his fingers. I had gotten it for him, but to my surprise, he dragged me down the couch to look at it with him.

“I'm not in love with her. It was a long time ago I was in love with her,” said he and looked up at my face but lowered his eyes at the ring again.

“May?” I asked carefully, even if I knew. I had laid one of my legs over his and sat turned towards him, leaning my head against the back of the couch. Keith sat with spread legs, patting my nylon covered leg with his other hand.

“Yeah. May. We met when I was 25. That's a long time ago now…” He looked at me with a sad little smirk. I knew he looked at me that way because of the age. I was eight when he was 25.

“Got married when we were 28. We're the same age. Almost exactly, actually; her birthday is two days after mine…”

I looked down at my hands. Even if he said he wasn't in love with her, I could feel the emotions behind his words, and the jealousy we had talked about before made itself clear again.

“Our marriage died so slowly… I can't even really say what happened between us; it was just… A natural death?” He laughed a little and laid the ring on the coffee table. He turned to me, and when I looked up, I met his kind eyes and a bit of a worried smile.

“You okay?”

He dragged a hand over my thigh soothingly, and I faked a smile. I still felt jealous even if he said he didn't have feelings for her. Keith smiled crookedly and took my hand in his and kissed the inside of my wrist a couple of times. I looked at him with soft eyes and moved closer and closer to him so I could touch his lips with mine and feel my chest pressed up against his.

“I want you to be mine…” I whispered and looked down to see the part of him I knew I had some power over. I laid my hand over his belt, ready to open the thick leather, but he stopped me and laid his hand over mine.

“I know what you want, honey… I get that, but… If she finds out… Ehm… ” He dragged his other hand through his hair, stressed.

“I know about your money.”

I understood why he had such problems ending his sentence because he tried to keep his wealth a secret, but I already knew, so it felt easier for both him and me to just say I knew. “I know about your company and all that.”

Keith gave me a surprised look that transformed to an uncomfortable grimace. He lowered his eyes but nodded a little.

“Yeah… Yeah… She wants money. She would gladly see me cheat so she could get some of my family's money.” He looked up at me and moved closer to me.

“I can't let that happen because it was me who said to my family she and I would have a successful marriage. That we didn't need a prenup. And it's not my money. It's ours, my family's and… Fuck, I can't fuck this up, honey. However much I would like to be with you, I can't fuck this up.”

I understood what he meant but still had a hard time accepting it, so instead I got stuck sitting quietly and looking out over the room. Keith didn't say anything either for a long time until he stretched his arms like it was time for something else.

“Do you have any assignments I should look at?

I turned my eyes to him. At first, I couldn't understand what he was saying but nodded slowly when I finally did and thought about my schoolwork.

“Should I look at it?” He asked, patting my knee carefully. I nodded again and stood up as if I was in a trancelike state. I had too many thoughts, so it felt like it took longer for my brain to process my environment. I started to walk slowly towards the stairs to get my laptop in my room but turned around when my brain finally found what I had been wanting to ask.

“So it's over between us now?”

Keith looked up at me and dragged his hands over his jean-clad thighs.

“Do you want that?”

I gave him a strange look because I couldn't understand why he asked me that.

“I mean…” Keith stood up and approached me closely. It felt like I had forgotten how tall he actually was because I felt so small with him in front of me.

“I can't have a relationship with you, and I can't do anything about how my life looks… But of course I would want us to have our thing…” He smiled carefully and took my hand so he could play with my fingers. “The question is, do you want that? I understand if you feel that isn't fair…”

His eyes were big and full of emotions, and even if I knew the answer, I stood quietly and looked him deep in the eyes. He pulled me closer to his body and laid my hands on his chest.

“Hmm?” He said it like it was a real question, and it made me smile.

“That's okay… I want to—” I searched for the right word but couldn't find it, so in the stress of just talking, it didn't come out as I wanted.

“I want to love and sex with you.”

Keith looked amused when my cheeks grew redder and redder.

“I understand what you mean,” he said with a laugh, and then he leaned down and kissed me, healing everything that had happened before and soothing my embarrassment.

×××

The laptop stood in front of us on the coffee table with my assignment open, but Keith and I were busy making out. He pushed my hand against his crotch and dragged it over his erection harshly. When I started to do it by myself, he pushed me against the back of the couch with my legs up so he could drag his hand over my sex that was concealed under cotton panties and tights. I wished to have him closer but didn't dare to touch him more than over the jeans. Keith was not the shy one, though, and I could feel how his fingers worked between my legs. I thought he tried to just make it nice for me, but then he took a break from our kisses, looked me straight in the eyes, and then with a loud sound, he tore a big hole in the crotch of my tights. My eyes widened to double the size, and Keith smirked evilly while his fingers crept in the hole, moving my white panties to the side.

“Daddy just needs to be a bit closer, baby girl…” He kissed my shoulder while his fingertips dragged through my arousal that increased at every touch. I looked down at his fingers touching me. When he noticed, he was quick to spread me open so I could see my own wetness. Slowly, he pushed in the tip of his middle finger inside me and got me to make a low moan. After just a drag of one finger, he instead pushed three in me. It hurt, causing me to move involuntarily, but he stopped me from moving more.

“Daddy, just needs to stretch it out a bit so you can handle his cock. Your pussy is too tight for me…” he said with a smirk, holding his fingers inside of me. I breathed deeply, my feelings going wild but I never got the chance to answer because both of us heard the front door open.

×××

“Hey?” My mom looked at us in the living room. I had pulled down my skirt, and Keith pulled the laptop onto his lap, but we still sat as close together. She looked at us confused, seeing my leg lying over one of his and my chest pressed against his arm. I just smiled to make it seem normal. Keith had just given her a quick smile before he continued to look through my assignment. He tried to make it seem like he was busy.

“He helps me with the language,” I said to my mom and smiled sweetly, but she didn't smile back. She just looked at us intensely for a long time.

“I think we need to talk, honey.”

×

[xtinyslip]

"LETS BE REAL HONEST HERE? IT'S A SHIT SHOW?" an absolute shit show and not just with what phineas had done or finn or — like, all of them? and maybe that was all his fault but it didn't change that NOTHING ever seemed to go right or... correction ; STAY RIGHT. honestly, the idea of an article about his dad had taken up space in his head for like all of ten seconds before he realised how BAD of an idea that was. one) there would be no passing the buck there, it would be on him and offff... two) like he'd mentioned before: he'd need hard evidence and getting that against someone like phineas? that wouldn't be easy. it had been tricky enough getting it about finn. AGAIN, THE WHOLE THING JUST STENCHED OF A BAD IDEA. "yes, we have an understanding." willing to leave that there for now, there was nothing else to add and honestly, this was not good for his heart AT ALL. he was hoping these kinds of palpitations were normal given the stressful circumstances. "so he was out off the picture and i take it your heart hasn't suddenly grown three times bigger?... and the only reason you've even considered this notion of plucking this guy out of his life and bringing him into this is because it's what she wants?" it was really, really crucial that cory understood his father's motives here or much as he could. "oh, she's asking? that's all good then?" hey, we abandoned you but we're pedersons so change your name? no biggy. UH???? "i appreciate you being honest with me." it was so difficult to say but also... strangely true. cory was already separating what he had found into different categories in his head so he could refer back to them properly later. he almost completely missed what his father had implied, until, it hit him and... the fuck? "i want to be able to ask ; YOU DIDN'T? but um, that would be a waste of time." honestly, all he could do was laugh and he was well aware of how INAPPROPRIATE that was but what else was there to even do? "does finn even know? wait... you're not --" cecilia's dad too? gah, it was way to freaking early in the day for this shit. @fcdcdmcmories

"THEY MOST CERTAINLY HAVE. ESPECIALLY IN OUR FAMILY, HM?" he supposed that cory was going to find out certain things eventually and in the meantime, it was best if he did some damage control before that happened. not that he thought that something like that would happen, but.. would he be STUPID enough to put out an article about him and his past? he hoped not. "good. then, it seems as if we understand each other," did they? time was going to tell eventually, he supposed, but for right now, this was a good change. wasn't it? yes. "no. i did not.. wish to know the details. then. all i was assured of was that he was going to be taken care of by a good family. old money, rich, good people. in here. london, actually. they may have spent some time back home, but.. that's all i know. KNOWING ANYTHING ELSE.. WELL, LET'S JUST SAY THAT EVEN AS A BABY, HE LOOKED FAR TOO MUCH LIKE HIS MOTHER. HE'D JUST BE.. A REMINDER. and i'm not going to be the one asking. she is." a nod. was this strange? was it? maybe so, but there were worst things to be considered. "as i said, stranger things have happened," almost smiling. almost. "well, because he ruined her daughter's life and now, she knows all of it. i told her." he leaned back in his chair, letting that sink in and most especially, the WHO. / @xtinyslip