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[veryaren]

hi. additional premanor luchinini thoughts. not for the faint of heart (aka it's a long list. Of dumb things. history buffs leav eme alone I know nothing about late victorian era) (be aware this is mega convoluted and just a mess of thoughts I've had over the span of this month)

- I keep thinking of the same scenario for them meeting.................. Some kind of party/ball/event whatever you want to call it. Luchino is fundraising with thompson, looking for investors whatever you want to call it. essentiallt, The university needs MONEY for his department buddy. He is not enjoying the social part. He thought he might get to talk about his actual work more but it's mostly social matters. Better luck next time bud

-Antonio is part of the orchestra hired for the event! Yahoo! Good for this guy. Getting those gigs. Great job man. He's also there to DRANK

-luchino sees him thru the night a few times....playinh during the orchestra's reps....walkbys.....servinh tables....More like a passing 'what a handsome guy.' Sitch. No real incessant urge to be this guy's house husband yet.

-maybe at one point. Luchino gets a teeny tipsy (likely from drinking just to look too busy for major verbal contribution. I do Not Think social events are his big thing.) (Take that one Eli letter for example. He just kinda sat there while they talked to each other and only really got semi interested when Eli asked about something herpetology-adjacent.) So he goes out to a balcony to sober up some. And what not

- antonio (drunk off his balls,yet still able to KILL on them strings), being the promiscuous freakateek he is has noticed those professor jubblies. those fun bags. double es. thru the night and finds him out there.

- he starts out flirting subtly. luchino cannot figure it out. it eventually gets very obvious, buy all luchino is registering is that "wow this guy is interested in what I want to talk about, first time the whole night .how fun" and eventually. Antonio just actually starts talking to him because he genuinely enjoys the chat

- eventually though. I think luchino would realize . Antonio's original intentions. But at this point he's like. Man. I fw this guy. Why not

- cue "I get off on you" by the rose brothers

- weirdly enough it starts as purely like a strange benefit friendship thing. neither mind the arrangement at all at first. Antonio will come find him at (usually predetermined ) times of the week. (Which isn't very hard considering he's either at home or at the uni. Dweeb) . He'll take him out somewhere or do something beforehand and then do that 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 thang.

-its a very basic friendship at first! Until it isn't. And they start (dubiously) developing feelings. Luchino would need more time to think on it rather than being completely conflicted. Antonio on the other hand. He has a lifestyle. Maintained it for years. (I don't know if his past lover. The one he accidentally hurt is still canon for this weird universe. But for now let's say yes) and everytime he breaks it it does not end well. so he is very opposed. He likes the simplicity and inconsequential nature of his recreational relationships

-ALSO. about Antonio's deductions... Grins so evil.... Y know that one where he leaves a record ona window sill to one of his lovers. ... I know that was likely meant for the woman his letters..... But guess what. I'm from GAY LAND. he gives it to luchino in a moment of faggy weakness. And luchino wholly realizes his feelings there.

- from that point on, things seem pretty good for these guys. If this was a fic or something this point in the plot would be JAM PACKED with soft domestic beautiful majestic nwlnw LOVE... Antonio seems to even be cutting back ona few of his vices. If only for luchi. Also other silly self indulgent things like luchi going to his concerts or Antonio just watching him at the lab (Thompson hates when he's in the lab)

- again, IF THIS WAS a full fledged thing. The climax point would be where I would shove the timeline of luchino's mutation. OF COURSE, THOUGH I DON'T MENTION IT HERE. it would be nice to subtly mention in little tidbits building up to this point how dedicated luchi is to what he does. which would make his next choices make a bit more sense, seem less abrupt etc eyc

- he, of course, gives himself cabin fever. coops up and keeps documenting his progress. He is such a freak dude. Like have you seen his trailer video. This is horribly painful. BUT HE'S GREATLY EXCITED TO SEE THE PROGRESSION. even in his jp twt replies he's like "nah. this is scientific!" Hey, hey buddy, you're bleeding from where you peeled off your scales, just an FYI. NOT TO MENTION HIS SKILL DESC???? THE SCALE REMOVAL DRIVES HIM TO THE BRINK OF INSANITY???? (<- verbatim what it says) how's the brink of insanity treating you man

- Antonio quickly notices his absence (it really puts it into perspective for him, just how much of his time he's spent with luchino) and grows concerned. I would too if my boobily breasting situationship dropped off the face of the earth all of a sudden. But, having been dumped this exact same way before (ghosting,mentioned in his deductions), he's quick to assume the worst! Relapse hour

- I think luchi's main reason for avoiding Antonio like the plague would be. For the sake of his research. I think that if Antonio told him to stop it he would! and he knows it! So he can't jeopardize it. (Which is where the fire ass pussy papa Louie pals post comes from. yeah.)

- the scene that image is meant to be depicting is when luchino completely breaks it off. he's in that SICK ASS trenchcoat outfit just trying to buy essentials and what not. food is not something he can always just have without going outside unfortunately (I don't ever get to mention how hard that outfit is. I like it a lot even though he looks like inspector Gadget) in order to hide all the scales and what not. Imagine one of those cinematic caught in the rain dramatic breakups. Basically the vibe. Antonio is asking where he's been, if something's wrong, and Luchino (refusing to face him) breaks off what they had

-"it's over" "look me in the eye and say that" "goodbye" kinda thing. to put it in a tropey sense

- Antonio is obviously not ok. Complete relapse. Again, imagine a cinematic montage of someone just getting SHITFACED with deceptively energized music over it to avoid tradgedy. Someone needs to watch this guy or he's gonna end up on the news. Luchi either. Nobody is happy (except maybe Thompson, get the fags out the lab)

- by this point, luchino is GAWN gone. not sure what to say or how to phrase this very well. But he's out of the area, traveling to oletus now by this point likely. Antonio (Most likely drunkenly, I know he has been drunk very often through this but I promise that is not the intention, for it to be his only driving plot point for my vision) Wants to see him at least one more time.

- He goes to Thompson (the only guy who really might know where he is) he is then informed that, no, Thompson hasn't seen luchino for days. The last anyone had seen of him since weeks ago was a few bloody scales (see evil reptillian deductions)

-needing an out from the subsequent despair that follows after getting that tasty piece of news, Antonio takes up the Royals on their job opportunity!!! (Again, see his deductions) (this is another factor I would minorly sprinkle in here and there, just for it to make sense and feel less chunky later)

AKA THE GAYS DO NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING....... at least in premanor

If I were to write them happy . it would be in one of those "full manor" situations I like to call it. When all characters are living and participants at once. That'd be easier than trying to jam their canon games together. I already have a slight idea of how I would configure the full manor situation in general. Emm anyway it's 1am k need to sleep

hi

t4t luchininj

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[ill0usainte]

Had to tell her that dick off limits I hop on it at night, I'm a menace.

pairings: rafayel x possessive!reader

cw: unprotected sex, cowgirl, overstimulation, whiny!rafayel, crying, dom!reader, cum play, sub!rafayel, playing with paint, needy!rafayel (come on, it's him we're talking about), possessiveness, jealousy (sorta), he loves possessive women sm

You can't convince me that Rafayel isn't a whiny sub while you're riding him.

You didn't like the way women were so touchy and flirty towards him during his art exhibition earlier. But you know damn well, that Rafayel is still going to be the one crying later.

His back was laid against the floor of his studio. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. His white-collared shirt fell off his shoulders, buttons not in place. He whined against your touch-- body reacting to every move you make.

He flutters his lashes, eyes glassy as he looked at you with his blue orbs, his gaze filled with love and lust-- face flustered as he whimpered.

His lips quivered, feeling his gritty cock inside your warm pussy. Just right after Rafayel entered your tight hole, he immediately came.

Can't resist how it sucks his whole cock so good--your walls clenching him inside.

Resting his head against your bare chest, whimpering like a puppy, apologizing to you like a blabbing mess.

You did this to him.

This man will let you; use him, make you do everything to him-- just to please you.

Oh god, what would the sea even react if they found out how freely and unhesitantly their sea god submits himself to a mere human?

You can't help but grin, adoring his pitiful state. Feeling his cum leaking out of your throbbing hole, dripping down to his cock. You leaned over and pulled him into a heated kiss, earning a moan from him between.

Hot tongues dancing inside as he savors the taste of your plump lips.

You pulled back from the sloppy kiss, his lips swollen as he looked at you with his lustful eyes. Saliva connected your lips and his-- the look on his face was begging for more. You caressed his cheek with your hand; Rafayel leaned into your touch as he placed his hand over yours, moving his head and placed a soft kiss on your palm.

You leaned back, the way your tight hole swallowed his whole cock, the way it clung to it-- makes it hardened more as it twitches inside of you.

Your soft hands resting over his pelvis-- soothing it circles with your thumb as you smeared his cum and your juices together.

"Mon amour, p-please... 'lease, use me as you please." He begged, as if he were pleading you to take control over him. His mind went hazy; he was in pure ecstasy. Keeping his pace-- pounding his cum deep inside your womb.

He's so desperate-- to feel you, touch you, and be inside you.

Trying to catch your breath, you placed one hand on his chest while the other reached out for the brush with wet paint. Holding it, you positioned it against his pelvis, which was already smeared with his cum and your juices.

Fuck, he finds it hot when you're in control-- dominating him as you please. And most especially-- how possessive you are.

As you ran the brush against it, you wrote something with bold, capital letters. Rafayel pursed his lips, his body quivering with every stroke of the brush.

After finishing, you threw the brush away. He leaned in to see what you had written:

"MY PROPERTY. ♥"

He loves possessive women!

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[quarterlifekitty]

ok but what happens if/when Simon’s down for the count after a rough op, and it’s more than a little while until his worried nonverbal gf is allowed to see him. does soap step up? make sure she’s taken care of until Simon recovers? reassure her than Simon will be ok in the end? i MUST know, desperate to find out how this affects their dynamic

(Note: I’m gonna start referring to reader as selectively mute because I was made aware that this is a more accurate description!)

So, to be quite clear, I think she can take care of herself. She’s a whole adult. Simon knows this, and Soap does too. But the real question is what bullshit is Soap’s hindbrain telling him?

It’s that her mate’s down for the count and as a fellow pack member, he’s responsible for stepping up to provide. But he’s trying his best not to crowd!! He knows his LT would kick his ass for that. So he’s dropping by once a day, telling her exactly where he’ll be and when in case she needs him, and says to call him any time, for any reason at all.

She’s just nodding and humming affirmatively occasionally, and she leads him around the house. Eventually he figures out that she’s bringing him stuff to bring for Simon— because Soap is in his unit, he can visit, but civilians like her can’t (live in my magical reality where this is how the military works for a sec). He thinks she looks like a pretty bird— gathering up the best of the nesting things for her man.

He’ll ask if she wants him to stick around for a while, and she doesn’t say anything, but he can see her grind her teeth a bit. And it’s like another little pin inside the lock of his mind clicks into place.

“Know what, bonnie? Dinnae feel like goin’ out today, actually. Errands sound like a fuckin’ ballache right now. Gonna stick around if y’dinnae mind.”

He orders dinner for the two of them— there are some menus stuck on the fridge that have some highlights and underlines in them. There’s a little asterisk and a note in Ghost’s chicken scratch. Safe foods (haha what if I said she had food anxiety too. Then what heehee). So he just orders a few things— he’s a trash can, more than happy to eat whatever she doesn’t want. Puts on a movie he remembers— some ghibli-type thing that was relaxing enough to put her to sleep when they watched it during movie night.

The true mark of progression in their relationship? He keeps blabbing, sure, but he doesn’t try to placate her with words. He just keeps the little activities coming so the time can pass without her noticing.

And Simon doesn’t even have to ask to know that Soap’s been looking after you. He smells like you. That brown sugar milk tea kinda smell.

“How’s my birdie? You been keepin’ her good company, Johnny?”

“You know it only takes her about a day to finish a thousand piece puzzle? Too fuckin’ smart, she is.” Simon chuckles to himself.

“Good man.”

[kumkaniudaku]

Withdrawal Period

Summary: When Asia's in need of a few lessons regarding matters of the bedroom, her colleague and friend, Kelvin, offers his expertise.

Pairing: Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC

Warnings: Mature Content (18+)

Word Count: 3.8k

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Chicago was off the table. No harm done. Crisis averted. 

Enthusiastic courting waned into copy-and-paste follow-up emails a week after Kelvin pushed back against their initial offer with stiff negotiation terms. His mentor always told him not to take the first train coming. You're a black man in a white industry. Make 'em see your worth. They certainly saw something when he returned with an ask for around $10,000 more than the initial salary plus relocation compensation. 

Kelvin didn't hate their offer. It was more than he'd ever made in his life, and it felt fair for his level of experience. But, as he looked up at Asia with her head thrown back in ecstasy while she bounced in his lap, he could think of more than a few reasons to consider other options. 

Call it self-sabotage or plain ol' stupidity – Kelvin didn't care. She was worth a short-term loss for long-term gain. 

Late morning rain pattered against Kelvin's 6th-floor balcony, drowning out the constant ping of work notifications on open laptops. Cold breakfast dishes were abandoned on the counter, hoping their owners would return and finish what they'd started. 

Kelvin sat naked and wide-legged in the center of his couch, totally transfixed by the slow jiggle of Asia's breasts beneath a flimsy tank top she called pajamas. His left thumb dug into her hip crease to keep her rocking body steady, leaving his right hand free to sneak under the soft cotton and satisfy the intense desire to palm one of her fleshy distractions. 

"See, you didn't need me. You got it," Kelvin complimented, guiding his right thumb around her pebbled nipple before letting his jaw fall slack to match Asia's incoming moan. He swallowed to regain waning composure. "Right there, baby. You gon' cum for me?" 

Asia felt her stomach flutter and flip, ushering in a flood of heat between her thighs. She opened her mouth to speak but found nothing but "Ah…" in place of fully formed thoughts. After six days of unrestricted exploration, whole sentences were like needles in a haystack. 

Kelvin wanted to tell Asia how pretty she was, with her lips parted and swollen, while she practiced riding him into the sunset. He would've loved to say something so perfectly and descriptively nasty it put those Zane books he found in his mother's room to shame. If his mind wasn't so clouded with counting every thump, thump, thump of her throbbing core ripping the fabric of time and space, he could've blabbed on and on about how he thought he might be falling in love. 

He wished he could eloquently wrap his myriad feelings into a neat verbal bow, but his usual loquacious nature packed up and left with his common sense. All he could think to do was tug the top of her thin camisole down to free a pair of breasts he needed to get his mouth on. 

Hips bucked in his firm, one-handed grasp, the friction of thigh on thigh creating a deliciously painful burn to mix with a crescendo of pleasure bound to end in two raspy voices hitting the very edge of their vocal ranges. 

Like a Jack in the Box being wound too tight turn by turn, Asia prepared to shoot up in the air from pent-up pressure. Calculated swivels devolved into frenetic humping to satisfy her aching clit. She palmed the back of his head for leverage, pushing more of her nipple into his mouth. 

Kelvin's eyes flitted up to admire the beauty coming undone on top of him. It was cute, but not enough. If they were going to risk Teams bubbles turning from green to yellow, it'd better be worth the hassle of explaining their whereabouts. 

A bear hug with his wrists crossed at the small of Asia's back helped Kelvin keep her body in place as he rutted up into her like a man possessed. He bit into her shoulder, hoping to muffle the peculiar sound fighting to embarrass him in the worst moment possible. 

Broken moans became muffled with a searing kiss dominated by probing tongues until separate but equally explosive orgasms turned healthy 30-somethings into heaving, short-of-breath adults unable to contain competing loud sighs. 

Asia continued to rock into Kelvin, keeping his nose pressed into her clavicle until overstimulation made her thighs quiver beyond her limit. "Okay," she panted. "That one was better than last night." 

"But not better than Wednesday, right?" Kelvin asked as his palms roamed her backside. He put his back into that midweek tryst. No way it'd be usurped before the end of the week. 

"Mm," she hummed, thinking back a few days. "Wednesday loses points because you made me catch a cramp."

Kelvin huffed out a short laugh. "I didn't make you do anything. You gotta start stretching, babe. Eat your potassium. Something. Because I'm not stopping."

"Oh, really?" Asia's voice and eyes were low again to match her lazy grin aimed down at Kelvin. 

He smiled back before leaning up to kiss her lips. "Mm-mm. I like you too much."

"And I love that for you."

Sweet kisses pressed to plush lips in private had become their favorite way to communicate the feelings quickly ballooning past mild fondness. They moved like a couple without official recognition. Union was understood, but they still needed the explanation if either dared sidestep uncertainty and dive head first.

"You love me?" Kelvin asked, his eyebrow arching playfully. 

Asia verbally backpedaled to clarify. "No, no, no. I said I love that for you," she giggled. "I guess you're cool too, though."

Kelvin turned his lips up to hide a budding smile. "Yeah, yeah. Get off me. Some of us have real work to do." he joked before carefully separating their bodies. 

A light tap to her half-naked backside from her lover helped send Asia on her way toward the primary bathroom with giddy laughter and loose hips. Kelvin watched her until she disappeared, so enamored by her hips swaying he nearly forgot about the obligations screaming for his attention across the room. 

He'd felt the unexplainable tingle of joy before. Who hadn't experienced their heart soar from a baby's cherub-faced smile or finding money in their front pocket? The emotion wasn't new, but it was different this time around. Ubiquitous. All consuming like southern humidity in the middle of August. Having Asia in his life was nothing short of the kind of whimsy found in children experiencing the world for the first time. With her, everything was brand new and exciting. He'd go through hell and high water two times over to turn love's embers into a raging bonfire. 

Time apart to make themselves presentable brought them back together for more kisses and fondling that threatened to derail their second attempt at starting the workday. 

A left hand full of ass and a right haphazardly holding an expensive laptop kept Kelvin suspended between two worlds as he stood beside Asia. She leaned into soft kisses on her clothed shoulder while trying to make sense of missed messages. "I need to go home around lunch to get more clothes," she mentioned over quick tapping noises from her fingers dancing across her keyboard. "Need anything while I'm out?" 

"Nope. Make sure you get enough to stay longer this time. No sense in going across the city every two days." 

"You sayin' I should leave clothes over here?" 

Kelvin shrugged once Asia looked back at him to confirm. "Would it be easier for you?" 

"Sure," Asia answered, pondering the appropriate response to such a loaded proposition. "I guess so. Don't let me put you out of your space, though. It's okay for us to be separate sometimes."

"Who said we can't be? Leave some stuff, just in case. Either way, the drawer's gonna be empty if you wanna use it." 

Having spare undergarments and pajamas would make for a less cumbersome commute. More money going to her pockets and not into her gas tank was never a problem. There was certainly no harm in being prepared. Just in case, of course. 

Asia leaned close enough to kiss Kelvin's nose. "Okay. I'll bring a few things back." 

Victory. Kelvin completed an internal happy dance, the only physical manifestation resting in a megawatt smile as he stood straight up to pluck cold hashbrowns from a baking sheet on the stove.

"Make sure one of those is something for tonight," he called over his shoulder. "Still up for the game and a late dinner?" 

"Yeah, of course. Who knows? I might get tipsy enough to let you bend me over the edge of the bed tonight."

Near frigid shredded potato flew to the back of Kelvin's throat, temporarily blocking air from entering and leaving. Asia turned slightly to watch him in amusement until he could choke out a response. "Tonight?" He questioned, eyes practically bulging from his head. "You want to?" 

"Yeah. We can make a stop for extra…supplies. I didn't think we'd run out so fast." 

"You killin' the hell out the turtles, girl. Latex all in the ocean." 

Shock stretched Asia's jaw into an oblong oval. "Wow, so you gon' make me take all the blame? I should –"

Shrill ringing turned Asia's laptop into a blaring siren, reminding her she was a working woman with a long list of responsibilities despite being hours away from the weekend's short-lived freedom. 

Frantic hands shooed Kelvin and his shirtless body out of the camera's view while Asia previewed her surroundings in the pre-meeting waiting room. He reluctantly obliged, shuffling to the other side of the island on his way toward the bedroom to prepare for his own slate of back-to-back virtual connects. 

"Hey, hey." Savannah's familiar monotoned greeting filled the room once Asia connected, her voice far off while she rearranged windows between her monitor and laptop. When she finally looked up, her eyes squinted behind blue-light-blocking glasses. "Oh. I didn't know you were on vacation. What the hell are you doing online? Nice spot, by the way." 

Asia tried to remain cool. "I'm just working away from home today. Trying to get a different view. You know how it goes." 

Across the room, Kelvin complimented Asia's quick thinking with an approving head nod. She kept her face neutral to appease Savannah and to hide the stiff middle finger emphatically shot in his direction.

"No, totally feel that. I swear I've seen those exact cabinets before, though. All these buildings look the same now."

"I know, right. It's like, be original. That's how people get caught up." 

Silent laughter and a sarcastic thumbs-up greeted Asia once her eyes flickered up, working hard to snatch down the veil and expose her off-the-cuff ruse. She shooed Kelvin away without stumbling over her preamble, but not before noticing an air kiss tossed in her direction. 

She pretended to catch it and covertly pressed it to her cheek with a smile. "Alright. Let's jump in."

Home team wins paired well with fruity cocktails and starters shared over Top 40 radio playing far too loud for a restaurant. The only thing missing was the dessert requested before a second round could hit the table.

Asia and Kelvin shared peculiar yet tasty fusion dishes side by side, practically draped over each other, in a dimly lit late-night spot that Kelvin highly recommended. 

"How do you know about all these places? You're like the Black Guy Fieri." 

Kelvin chuckled in between chews of a popcorn shrimp. "I've moved around a couple times. Been a couple places. Might as well explore, right?"

"Ooh, Kelvin lore. My favorite!" The chance to learn more about him had Asia wiggling in her seat like an excitable child. "Tell me more."

Kelvin smiled back at Asia, taking time to admire all of her beautiful features under dim light. She was the girl of his dreams and didn't even know the half. He reached out to brush one of her double bangs out of her face before speaking. "After high school, I didn't know what I wanted to do. My dad was pushing seminary, but I knew I didn't want to be a pastor like him. I thought about music school, but music was just a thing I liked. I didn't love it," he recalled. "I moved to Houston to live with my sister for a year. Ate like crazy out there. Then I let some folks I met convince me to work in Portland before it was cool."

"What was that like," Asia asked, amazed by his journey.

"Shit weather, solid food," Kelvin laughed. "After that, I was a pescatarian with a girl I met during a summer abroad in Brazil. Full on vegan for another girl when I found some work in Miami. Then I came here and buckled down. Found copywriting then…you."

Asia grinned over her glass of water. "What do you plan on being for me?" 

"Honest." Kelvin's candor and steady eye contact stirred Asia's soul in a way she'd never encountered but didn't want to imagine losing. They met each other halfway, lips locking with no regard for patrons and what they might think about two people necking in public. Pulling away, Kelvin wiped away traces of him from Asia's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "You got any more questions for me? 

When can we get the check? "You ever thought about leaving here?" 

His decision to be an honest man wasn't supposed to yield an immediate test. Kelvin immediately and visibly tensed, knocking Asia off-kilter for a millisecond. "Yeah," he answered without much added flare. He leaned forward to grab his glass of water, hoping a long sip could cure his raging bout of anxiety. "I, um…I interviewed recently for something in Chicago." 

"How recently?" 

"Like a week or two ago." Before Asia could ask the question playing behind her eyes, Kelvin stepped in to offer an explanation. "It was before we said what we said last week and hasn't gone anywhere. Nothing to worry about. I promise." 

Asia let her thoughts briefly shift her eyes to a spot on the outdoor patio, then back to Kelvin. "Why didn't you say anything?" 

"I didn't want to bring it up until I was sure. Plus, we've been kind of busy since then." His joke helped deflate the tension balloon between them, earning an eye roll and smile from Asia. Kelvin gripped her knee and flashed a reassuring smile. "I wasn't trying to hide anything from you. We're good."

"I know. I get it. You're supposed to find something that fulfills you." Equally lovestruck smiles turned into puckered lips pressing against each other once, twice, then a third time to seal in deepening attachment. Asia's fingers danced across worn upholstery and up thick cotton to rest her hand on Kelvin's thigh. "Just make sure you don't go too far from me." 

A twinge of something he couldn't place turned Kelvin's low eyes and soft smile into a pensive expression. He could promise monogamy and effort, but sticking to one place was less certain. The constant search for inspiration wouldn't let him settle for long – not while he was still free to roam without the responsibility of family obligations. 

Kelvin watched Asia pull a loaded nacho from a plate at the center of the table, trying to convince himself to breech a difficult topic. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" His question came out as an incomplete thought, forcing him to quickly clarify. "The distance, I mean. Is long-distance a deal breaker for you?" 

"Deal breaker is strong, but I don't think I'd be interested. I think I like having my person a short drive away, you know? I wouldn't want to give that up." 

"Hm." A short grunt, not even a sentence, was all Kelvin could muster from a mind flushed with equal parts relief and dismay. 

Asia didn't seem to catch how he shifted in his spot, and Kelvin didn't allow himself to linger in racing thoughts. Chicago wasn't happening. No need to stew. No need to ask the question burning the tip of his tongue. 

"We could've tried, though. Right?" A mouth that liked to run far too much betrayed him before he could think.

An answer trying to break through all the noise in the room was quickly engulfed in a spectacle of dazzling sparklers and scattered murmurs as a carefully constructed plate of praline mousse and cornflake peanut butter crunch was escorted to their table. 

As she clapped and wiggled in excitement, the childlike joy in Asia's eyes reminded Kelvin that the night wasn't meant for complicated discussions. He had a more pressing question to ask. 

Will you be my girlfriend? The words written in milk chocolate on bright white porcelain weren't enough on their own. They needed a drawn-out monologue shouted on the tabletop with trumpets as a soundtrack fit for a woman who'd knocked the air out of his lungs and put it all back before he could make sense of what exactly they were doing. 

Kelvin leaned in to kiss Asia's cheek and rubbed his nose against the spot before speaking. "Is the drive between my place and yours short enough?" 

"Mhmm," Asia answered. Taking his chin between her index finger and thumb, she leaned in for a kiss he returned with deliberate softness. "I love this. Thank you." 

"You love it enough to say yes?"

"Yes! Yes!" 

Skin slapping against skin sounded like resounding applause in a room fortified with thick cement walls. Thank God for refurbished builds. 

Asia lay flat beneath Kelvin, her face contorted in needy pleasure against one of the pillows she'd claimed as hers while he plowed into her from behind. He'd long lost any semblance of the sweet, gentle Kelvin planning extravagant proposals in swanky establishments. This Kelvin was focused on using his pelvis to put the sweaty, tensing body under his through an expensive pillowtop mattress. 

He pressed his palms deeper into the space on either side of Asia's head for added leverage. "Yeah? You gettin' what you need, baby?" 

"Uh-huh," she moaned out, delirious from a range of sensations. The fullness. Her clit rubbing against the pillow lifting her hips to the perfect height. The precise push and tug of his body inside of hers. The feeling of his lips against her ear once he lowered onto his forearms to grind into her. 

Measured breaths transitioned into shudders quietly released directly into eardrums, feasting on every sound. 

Kelvin mentally cursed the thin material keeping him from fully experiencing the truly mind-numbing effects of good pussy.  The combination of her arousal and a half-empty bottle of tingling lube got him damn close, though. Close enough to edge him toward premature release as he hunched into her until his legs started to give out from exhaustion and the damp spot below them expanded.

He dug into his energy reserve, riding her wave and his with frenzied strokes, rocking their bodies and the bed. Light, airy sighs and a barely audible squelch greeted his senses. "You hear her talkin' to me?" The question came in a low rumble only Asia could hear, turning her brain into mush as her eyes started to roll back. Kelvin smiled. "You think she like me? Hm?" 

"Yeah," Asia answered in a drawn-out breath. 

"I can tell. Look how wet she is for me. I like her, too." His lips found hers to speak directly into her mouth. "Shit, I might love her." 

Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and pulsating walls pushed Asia and Kelvin over the edge within seconds of each other, sending shockwaves from crown to soles and back again. Oxytocin surged. Once lucid, thoughts felt like the loose liquid inside a hot lava lamp. Moans released in tandem became labored breaths from lungs gasping for any air left in the room. Skin grew hot from a lover's embrace. Tight muscles felt sore from overexertion. Still, neither of them was willing to end a night slipping away by the second. 

Asia gulped hard under Kelvin's weight and turned to see more of his face. "I need some water." Her raspy voice made them both laugh. "You got me sounding like fuckin' Doc Rivers." 

"Timeout!" A near-perfect impersonation of the famed NBA coach sent them into a gut-busting fit of laughter amid thick sexual tension. They knew this was only an interlude as Kelvin pulled out of Asia's warmth to roll over on his back and let her free. 

Already missing his touch, Asia shuffled over to rest her naked chest on top of his. He affectionately caressed her behind while she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Don't fall asleep while I'm gone." 

"I closed my eyes one time the other day! It was like two in the morning," Kelvin chuckled. The hand resting on Asia's backside lifted and came back down in the stinging smack she'd grown accustomed to. "Grab me one of those GU packets from the counter? Any flavor." 

"Of course." Tender kisses and a lasting squeeze against one cheek sent Asia on her way, leaving Kelvin to bask in the afterglow of a day growing more legendary by the second. 

Rational thinking would've told him to ignore the tempting glow emanating from his phone resting on the nightstand had he listened. Notifications littering the screen were nothing more than basketball final scores, text messages from his friends wanting the scoop on his night, and emails he'd get back to at some point. A sale reminder from his favorite art supply retailer caught his attention first. That 15 percent off was a godsend; he still had three days to take advantage of in-store savings. 

Kelvin should've put the phone down, closed his eyes despite his promise not to, and listened to Asia slam cabinets like she'd lost her mind while he waited for her to return. He shouldn't have continued to scroll. Stopping short would've saved him from seeing a response to his negotiation email sent during the fourth quarter of their night out with an opening line that looked a little too jovial for a rejection. 

His breathing paused for a second too long, sending him into a coughing fit loud enough to alert Asia in the other room. 

She called out to him. "You okay in there?" 

"Y-yeah," Kelvin sputtered out before tossing the phone to the floor as far away as possible. "I just – oh, shit – I could use that water right now." 

Bare feet padding across hardwood floors reminded him to fix his face before Asia appeared at the threshold with everything needed to keep an unforgettable night going. "Now. Where were we?" Hearing her carefully rehearsed line finally enter the atmosphere made her cringe. "That was corny. I'm sorry. Did I ruin the mood?" 

"Not with you standing there looking like that," Kelvin answered, a smile gracing his face despite the turmoil twisting his stomach in knots.

He beckoned her over, carefully retrieving items from her hands as she lifted herself onto the bed. He needed a distraction, and from the way Asia's body responded to Kelvin's slow kissing against her neck, she was more than willing to take his mind off the truth becoming abundantly clear. 

Chicago was still on the table. Harm may be done. Crisis not averted.

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[ghostgirl-22]

Vibrator!Anon you made me write this too for some reason lol. Not coherent but I figured I’d share it anyway. More random boys objectifying Art and him (and Patrick) losing his mind over it.

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Bimbofication

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The thing about Art that really drives Patrick crazy is how empty headed he gets when he’s horny. Generally Art is a very smart and competent person but when his dick is hard it’s like he goes brain dead. And suddenly he’s silly, dumb, sluttystupid.

Once Patrick made him wear a bra under his uniform during their state doubles final.

“Just a training bra since you’re starting to blossom into such a beautiful girl,” Patrick teased at breakfast. Art kicked him hard under the table scowling (which fair, but it wasn’t Patrick’s fault he was bad at bowling).

The match goes well until midway through the second set when Patrick basically becomes the only functioning player. And Art for some (obvious) reason ends up in lala land. They still win. The other team didn’t really stand a chance.

The whole match Patrick’s hard and it’s fueling him. He doesn’t slow down for one second immediately after the match, when he shoves himself into the bathroom stall and jerks it so hard and fast that he gets light headed as he comes.

And then there’s Art.

The other guys on their team tease him for losing the bet. They lift his shirt to see the bra. Tell him his tits look good. One of them even goes as far as to push Art up against the locker and pretend to kiss him. And maybe Patrick never should’ve blabbed about it to them. He’s only got his stupid big mouth to blame for why Art’s all flushed as they tease him. Flustered and dizzy and… horny. Patrick can read it all over him after countless nights in their dorm room “messing around.”

Art goes silly. Barely able to focus. It’s like he’s drunk. Dropping things. Can’t find his towel, can’t find his phone, cant figure out how to re-wrap his racket. “I think I wanna shower at home.” He says distractedly.

“You should be in the girls locker room,” one of their classmates teases and pinches his nipple even though he’s not wearing the bra any more. “Shuddup,” Art says, pushing him off. The guy just laughs and tries to grab the other one.

Patrick knows Art is steps away from touching himself, the real reason he needs to go back to the dorm. It’s lucky he wore briefs or everyone would see it the way Patrick can. That he can’t stand still, can’t sit still.

Patrick has to do everything for him. Pack up his rackets, and his clothes, and all his gear. Everything. While he sits there, dumb pretty, eyes glassy, fingering the lace bra and flirting with their teammates as they objectify him.

The only openly gay kid on the team smirks at Patrick after he gets away with calling Art pretty, fingers tangled in his hair and Arts following the touch.

Patrick rolls his eyes. “Come on, let’s go Art,” he snaps, only mildly irritated at how fucking easy Art is right now.

“Yeah let’s go,” Art says, getting to his feet. Eyes dilated, not a coherent thought in his head.

“Pick up your bag,” Patrick says, slowly like he’s talking to a kindergartener.

“Oh,” Art laughs.

Hell Patrick even has to guide Art back to the room because Art has no idea where he is or what’s going on.

It’s not until he’s fucking into Patricks fist up against their bedroom door that he feels like a real boy again. Whining and rambling that he’s so sorry about how he played but it’s all Patricks fault for making him wear lace. Because he couldn’t focus because of the way it moved over his nipples. And he didn’t know they were so sensitive. And honestly, neither did Patrick.

So Patrick starts licking, teasing, abusing them just to be rewarded with the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard Art or anyone make.

And Art finishes sloppy in Patrick’s hand, on the floor on Patrick’s t-shirt. Desperate and panting. Mirroring what Patrick did in the bathroom stall right after the game.

“You really do have the prettiest tits,” Patrick teases, licking his fingers.

“‘m not doing that again,” Art says, much more lucid.

Patrick smirks. “Then next time I guess you better win.”

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 

“It’s good, Jamie.” 

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

Victoria gives me absurd powerbottom vibes tbh… making you kneel before her and lick at her pretty cunt before she decides when she’s done 😁😁

abso-fuckin-lutely

it's her favourite, really. her favourite spare time activity, her stress reliever — and she's got a lot of that. who needs coffee when you're here to make sure she has the best morning possible? so eager, too.

she once made you eat her out during dinner, and the taste of sautéed eggplant on her tongue mixed with the feeling of yours between her legs was absolutely delectable (you made her spill her wine on the brand new white tablecloth and got dicked down for it right on the table, too).

so, safe to say she gets slightly greedy about it.

thing is, she doesn’t like it when your mouth and her pussy part. it’s a union that, in her eyes, should be unbreakable. so no sticking your tongue out to flick at her clit, no irregular flat licks you try to sneak a teasing word in between. none of that. she needs you to commit to it, to devour her.

she wants to feel all of it — lips, teeth, tongue, so you better work it till your jaw is so sore you can’t even thank her properly when her slick gushes down your chin.

“that’s it, sweet thing. just like that,” victoria murmurs as she watches you wrap your mouth around her cunt.

“s’pretty, vic,” you murmur, voice hoarse. “such a pretty pussy. you’re so—“

she doesn’t let you finish. a high-heeled foot pushes at the back of your head, guiding you right where she wants you.

"shh. less talking, more licking," comes the command she's so used to giving, her voice as sharp as the heel digging into your spine. "i didn't bring you here to blab. work it.”

you start slow, just as she likes it, your tongue tracing the length of her, from her entrance to her clit. you feel her shiver, her breath hitching slightly. encouraged, you continue, applying more pressure, more urgency.

"fuck," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a soft moan. "pull away again and i'm tying you down and riding your face till you choke. don't fucking test me."

a very, very tempting punishment — but you don't exactly plan on disobeying.

you can't. not when she tastes so good, not when she feels so right.

working under her for the fbsa is a whole new experience — completely and utterly unproductive for instance.

it’s also the reason victoria opts for pencil skirts instead of her beloved pantsuits these days.

the only sounds interrupting the silence in her office are the gentle taps of her fingers against the screen and the wet softness of your plush mouth working for your ‘employee of the month’ title.

“hm,” victoria frowns at the numbers on her tablet, lifting it closer to her face. “now this can’t be right.”

she leans forward in her chair to get a better look, her free hand sliding under her desk, fingers wrapping in your hair to tug you off her – a string of saliva and juices connects your bottom lip to her leaking cunt. she doesn’t bother to admire the view — she has much more important matters to attend to.

you watch her brown eyes flicker through the report, a frown on her burgundy lips – something you'll have to work harder to get rid of. her hand still in your hair, manicured nails scratching at your scalp softly, victoria rechecks the numbers once more before scoffing.

“of course. i knew i couldn’t trust them with the percentage counting. honestly—“

her hand pushes at the back of your head firmly, and you hungrily slurp at the juices that have trickled between her puffy folds in the few moments you were separated from her warmth.

“—does anybody in this building know how to do their fucking job?”

you make a sound that sounds painfully reminiscent of a broken whimper, and victoria huffs out a laugh through her nostrils. brushes her hand up your scalp to move some stray strands from your face.

"no-no. it’s never you," she says, her voice a gentle purr as she strokes your hair. "you're doing just fine. it's everyone else who's the problem."

she leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving the tablet as she continues to scroll through the numbers.

"i swear, if i have to redo the whole thing myself," she mutters, her voice laced with frustration. "it's like they're all just waiting for me to bail them out."

she looks down at you, smiling softly, "but you're not like that, are you?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "you're my good girl. my little problem-solver."

you moan in response, the vibrations sending a shiver through her. she bites her lip, her grip on your hair tightening.

"gonna make my day so much better, aren't you?"

victoria is very much aware the degree of your obedience varies from day to day, so you bet your pretty ass she's investing in a collar. no pet play— vicky isn’t into that, so don’t expect her name and phone number engraved on it, but it is a rather fancy thing nonetheless. the dark leather feels genuine and it smells exactly the way the inside of her mercedes does.

the leash attached to the collar gives victoria all the reign she could possibly have. at this point she doesn’t even let you breathe. you pull away? bad idea. she tugs you right back in, the slobbering mess of your face on her perfect puffy cunt the only view she’ll be having.

she might even give an idle tug or two just to hear you groan into her wetness, tongue-tied deep inside of her, and the pleasure from the vibration has her head tilting back, her thick painted lips parting with a soft sigh.

and when she cums — you don’t even want to pull away at that point, so pussy drunk she has to forcefully tear you away, lips swollen and eyes glossed over.

[oskea93]

Kansas Anymore (1)

Tyler Owens x OC

Summary: In which Riley Owens, the ex-wife of the infamous Tornado Wrangler, has 36 hours to come to terms if moving to a whole new country with their small daughter is something she truly wants to do.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, suggested smut, fluff.

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“Darling, I don’t understand why he’s making you come to him when he’s perfectly capable of flying out to see her. Is he afraid he’s going to miss a gust of wind and all his little cronies on the internet will stop following his every move?” My mother’s frustration was palpable, her voice cutting through the hum of the car engine.

I stayed silent, the roar of the car on the two-lane road answering in my place. My mother’s loud sigh sounded through the speakers; a noise filled with years of pent-up exasperation. “I’ve never seen a man so self-centered as that one – going around chasing tornados like some kind of deranged jackass.”

An innocent chuckle sounded from the seat behind me. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Caroline’s little hands folded in front of her face, her bright eyes staring out the window at the passing scenery. The sight of her brought a small smile to my lips, even as my mother’s words lingered in the air.

“Mom, it’s just how he is,” I finally said, my voice tinged with resignation. “Tyler’s always been about the thrill, the excitement. He’s never been one for settling down or thinking about anyone else’s needs.”

“And yet, here you are, always the one making the effort,” she replied, her tone softening slightly. “It’s just not fair to you or to Caroline. She deserves to have her father in her life, not just in fleeting moments when it suits him.”

I leaned my head into the headrest, feeling the weight of the conversation starting to drain me. “Yeah, well, that’s the way we decided, and it’s worked so far,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual conviction.

Mom’s response was immediate, her concern piercing through the speakers. “Well, are you going to tell him that this might be the last time he gets to see her for a while? You have to let him know about your promotion – you can’t just drop that you’re moving to another country with the man’s child over the phone or in a message, Riley.”

I sighed deeply, frustration washing over me. “I know, Mom. It’s just... complicated. Tyler’s never been good with this kind of news. He’ll probably accuse me of trying to take Caroline away from him, even though he’s the one who’s always too busy to be around.”

Mom stayed silent for a moment; her pause filled with unspoken thoughts. “Well, it’s his loss anyway,” she finally said, her voice matter of fact. “I know of plenty of children that grew up without a father and they are doin—”

“Tyler’s always gonna be in Caroline’s life, Mom,” I interrupted, my voice raising just a bit, careful not to get too loud in front of my daughter. “I would never take her away from him – no matter how far away we are from each other.”

My mother sighed on the other end. “I’m just looking out for my granddaughter is all.”

“And I appreciate that, but this is between Tyler and me – not you or anyone else I’m sure you’re gonna blab to.”

My mother huffed on the other end, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. “Riley, I’m only trying to help. You know how much I care about you and Caroline.”

“I know, Mom,” I said, rubbing my temple as I tried to keep my frustration in check. “But I need to handle this my way. Tyler and I need to figure this out ourselves.”

“Fine,” she relented, though her tone still carried a hint of disapproval. “Just promise me you’ll keep me updated.”

“I will,” I assured her. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Don’t forge-,” The call ending before she could finish the sentence.

The car returned to a peaceful state – the only sound heard being that of the show playing on the monitor built into the driver’s seat. The same cartoon that Caroline had been watching for the past two months. Her laughter and the occasional gasp of excitement were the background music to my thoughts as I navigated the familiar streets.

“There’s Daddy’s sign!” Caroline’s voice pierced through my reverie, her little finger pointing eagerly at the familiar landmark.

The fueling station’s parking lot was filled with vehicles that strived to get on the same level as Tyler – the amateurs were always my favorite to watch – trying so hard to get to his attention but backing down once the storm got too close for comfort. Most of them just crowded around him and the gang to witness the spectacle that they displayed. Tyler was the Tornado Wrangler – a title that nearly cost him his life on multiple occasions and demolished our marriage in an F4 fashion.

Tyler’s passion for chasing storms had always been a point of contention between us. The danger, the unpredictability, the constant threat – it was a lifestyle I could never fully accept. And yet, here I was, bringing Caroline to see her father, the man who danced with tornadoes and lived to tell the tale.

I slowly pulled behind a group of professional vehicles, a far cry from noticeable red truck that sat feet away as the man of the hour towered over those in attendance – Boone and Dani passing out t-shirts to those around.

Caroline’s smile never faltering as she kept her eyes on her father, “Daddy’s being silly.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction – a reaction only Tyler could evoke. “Daddy’s always silly, isn’t he?” Her head nodded enthusiastically. I placed the car in park and started gathering my purse, the sound of Caroline’s car seat buckles clanging as she hastily unbuckled herself. “Hold your horses, munchkin.”

She was already halfway out of her seat, her small hands fumbling with the door handle. Her excitement was infectious, and despite my reservations about Tyler’s lifestyle, moments like these made it all seem worth it. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, the warm summer air wrapping around us.

Caroline bounced out of the car, her eyes wide with anticipation. She grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the crowd where Tyler was still holding court. Boone and Dani noticing us first, their faces breaking into welcoming smiles. It had been over a year since I had seen them in person, their kindness towards me never faltering even after the divorce was finalized.

“If you feel it—” Tyler’s bright smile beamed out to the audience, a real showman.

“Chase it!” The crowd shouted back, including the four-year-old at my side, catching her father’s attention in a matter of seconds.

I watched as he hopped down from the truck, the sea of onlookers parting like the Red Sea as his arms wrapped around her small body.

Caroline squealed with delight as Tyler lifted her into the air, spinning her around before pulling her close for a tight hug. Her laughter echoed through the parking lot, a sound so pure and joyous that it made everything else fade into the background.

"There's my little storm chaser," Tyler said, his voice filled with warmth. He gently set her down, and she looked up at him with wide, excited eyes. "Did you have a good flight?"

Caroline's head nodded excitedly. "Mommy yelled at the man sitting behind us because he kept hitting the back of her seat," she blurted out, her eyes wide with innocence. Tyler chuckled, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow. "Is that so?"

I sighed, a bit embarrassed, but unable to suppress a smile. "Well, he was being rude." My shoulders shrugged. "Someone had to put him in his place."

Tyler shook his head, the smile I had fallen for years ago plastered on his scruffed face. "Riled up Riley," he teased, his eyes connecting with mine. "Glad you're sharing that with others and not just me."

I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn't help the warmth that spread through me at his words. "You know me, always fighting the good fight."

Tyler nodded, his gaze lingering on Caroline for a moment before he turned back to me. "Thanks for bringing her out here."

"No problem," I said, watching as Caroline laid her head on his shoulder, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt. "She’s been talking about it all week – about drove me crazy, to be honest." We both chuckled, sharing a moment of amusement.

Tyler's eyes softened as he looked down at Caroline, who was now playing with the collar of his shirt. "I'm glad she's excited. I’ve missed her so much." He gently kissed the top of her head, and she giggled softly.

“She missed you too," I said, my voice quiet but filled with emotion.

The unavoidable conversation of Caroline and I leaving the US for dreary old England was pushed to the wayside for the moment. This was Tyler’s moment with her – I didn’t want to ruin it before it truly even started.

[twistedpink]

Imagine gym buddy!Jack for a reader who’s just started working out again. He’d be so supportive and want to join you for workouts! Maybe giving tips here and there or recommending different exercises that are beginner friendly. I could totally imagine his tail wagging a mile a minute if you invited him to join.

Another interesting but maybe not as expected gym buddy would be Azul. He doesn’t seem the type to be big into the gym, but as an octomer, he’d be really strong! You could invite him since you’d both be newbies and having a partner would be good motivation! Just promise that there’s no judgment since you’re both learning. Azul would probably be super shy at first, but when reader compliments him shocked by how easily he lifted that weight, Azul would be pleased and start showing off for reader.

Welcome to the Jack flood!! Always love your requests, void <3

Jack is basically a force of nature in the gym, and how’s he supposed to resist a newbie? He knows you’re trying, and the effort you put into it is really what keeps him around. Jack promises that one of these days he’ll let you get a sweat on by yourself, but who’ll be there to spot you if he ditches? It’s only because the friendship is convenient. He’ll be gone with the shitty AC one of these days…Liar

Gym buddy!Jack basically pries your mouth off the “protein bar = swol” pipeline. He knows how expensive red meat is, so he’ll spot you this once on protein powder. Make sure you don’t eat too much! You will be sick!

Gym buddy!Jack gets a lot closer than you ever thought you’d get to the big guy- physically and emotionally. Whenever the two of you mostly YOU get tired mid set, the best way to finish up is to think about the most meaningless stuff. Jack always starts blabbing about plant facts, or precision casting, but you’re a massive weirdo.

“How does it feel to be a dog?”

“What.”

When Azul joins the fray it’s a little.. Chaotic for a bit considering their history, but you get it together eventually! Azul only sticks around at first because it’s school policy to have supervision when using octavinelle pools, and it turns out pretty difficult to find willing lifeguards in the winter. At least the moisture is good for his skin,, He doesn’t get in the water himself, but he’s great for picking out your next aerobics tutorial on magitube!

Gym buddy!Azul’s taken his go around with dieting, but in his rush to lose weight he lost a TON of muscle. That’s not to say he’s weak, (genetics carried) just not his best. He’s a perfect blend of “insecure enough for motivation” and “secure enough to calculate risk”. Working out is a whole lot easier when you’re not expecting an hour of lifting to build ten pounds of muscle right away :p

Gym crush!Azul is always making the gym a safer space for you- as newbies, the enemy to motivation developing a stigma to gym culture! Socialize or complain all you want, at the end of the day it’s just a place to exercise. Azul stays in the back while you join up with new friends, but he’ll always be waiting in the wings for you (the shallows) <3

“Why wouldn’t you just swim to gain muscle”

“In what what world would I waste rental time on personal interests?”

[ensaz008]

I want you, no i need you

THIS PIC GOT ME ON CHOKEHOLD- LIKE PLEASE I MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT PLEASE PLEASE CHOKE ME WITH THOSE HANDSSSSS... HEHHEHE 18+ CONTENT AHEADD!!!!

wc:707

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Jungwon was feeling extra horny after coming back home from practice, other than being tired and sweaty he is so so needy for u.

he sees u writing an essay on the bed, u were about to greet him but he stopped you, saying hes going to shower first. (slayed)

Jungwon comes out the shower with semi-dry hair, him in a white towel wrapped around his torso exposing his v-line, lets just say he looked extremely fuckable rn.. But u controlled yourself and stayed focused with your essay since it was due tonight.

Jungwon was also controlling himself, still in that tempting look, sitting next to massaging ur shoulders and more. U soon realize his hips rubbing against your back, u were already needy enough but.. he made u even needier.. Now u knew u werent the only needy one. His massages felt so good a let out sighs of releif, but soon u felt something hard poke ur back, u tried hard to ignore it. But at the end u close ur laptop facing jungwon, "my jungwonie is sooo needy hm?'' u say cupping his cheeks as he nodded pouting, "baby i want you.." jungwon said in a breathy tone while grazing his fingertips across ur arm as he looked into ur eyes full of desire. In less than a second he leaned in kissing you deeply, sighing as he kissed u feeling so relieved as he felt stressed, its like all of the stress in him is slowly fading away. He slowly held ur waist gently caressing it, using this moment to pin u down on the bed. his arms caging your body as he kissed u with full of desire and impatience. his lips went down to ur neck as he gave light wet kisses, his hands worked fast to undress u. His hands reached your core giving clit soft massages before he got on his knees pulling ur legs as u gasped feeling his nose graze against ur clit. Before u even know his tongue was lapping in and out of ur wet hole as his moans sent vibrations thru ur body giving u pleasuring sensations all over. He then inserted a finger inside as his tongue played with ur clit as he fingers ur pussy in a fast pace making u so close to ur orgasm. "Wonnie- m' so close i-" Before u could finish ur sentence ur core was empty making u groan in annoyance. He pushed u back up on the bed as he pinned u again, slowly aligning his length against ur core. "Wanna be in you when u cum love, want u so bad. I need u so bad" He whispered as he easily slid in due to ur wetness. it fit so perfecting ur gummy walls wrapping around his length perfectly. He thrusted inside so gracefully u threw ur head back. U were blabbing nonsense, he fucked u too good u lost ur ability to even speak "fuck..." "s' gooods mm" "ye sownnie righjt tere~" "pleas eodnt stiop wonnie, feels ypp good so fucking gooooodfhmm" His thrusts were sloppy, deep and fast. The sound of your moans, his grunts whimpers and the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother filled the whole room. Soon u got very close to ur climax "close- so sjo so close baby~" U moaned as he fixed his posture lifting ur waist so u were arching ur back making his tip pierce thru ur cervix reaching extremely deep spots and before u knew it u were cumming all over his cock. His thrusts didn't stop riding out ur orgasm as his hand rubbed ur clit "does my princess like this?" "f-fuck u feel so fucking good" "s' fucking good.. ur perfect.." He grunted and whimpered showing he was close. u saw stars as u felt another orgasm. soon he pulled out whimpering as he got on top of u fisting his own cock cumming all over ur mouth, an ofcourse. you swallowed it all. After that he collapsed next to u panting as he caressed ur hair looking into u lovingly "been wanting to do that.. missed u so much.." "missed u too, i love you" "i love you too."

ENDDDD

[vintagesuga]

☆Skz and Your relationship

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Ot8 Stray Kids/ gn! Reader

Warning: none

Summary: How private Stray Kids would be with your relationship. With both Stay and the members.

a/n: I didn't know how to title this, so I'm just rolling with it. 👍🏻

Chan will want to take things cautiously. He would always put your needs before his and if that means not telling anyone he is dating you, then so be it. He would totally ask if it's ok if he tells anyone and if you tell him no, he will respect that. If you are comfortable with people knowing then Chan would only tell the boys. He would prolong telling the media and Stay just because he knows how hard it can be being in the spotlight. Plus he would never want to willingly subject you to all the hate and shade some people throw their way. He wants only the best for you and your guy's relationship. Because this man is absolutely in love with you and never wants to lose you.

Minho would definitely put off telling people about your relationship only because he wants you all to himself. He doesn't necessarily want the media knowing so he will fight tooth and nail, however long it takes, just for your relationship to be private. He just feels like this is the one thing he is allowed to keep to himself. He definitely told the members once you were okay with it because he loves them and he loves you. He wants the people he loves most to be friends so that way he can rant and rave about his wonderful partner. He literally can’t shut up when your name comes up in conversation. Heart eyes and lovesick smile 100%. He doesn’t care if anyone teases him, he is just so in love with you.

Changbin would be like Minho to some degree. He would want to tell the members right away only for the simple fact that he wants them to know how amazing you are. Literally will talk anyone's ear off about how much he loves you. He would like to keep the relationship private from the media and Stay just because he knows they can be ruthless sometimes and he wants to protect you from that for as long as possible. He would ask once if you were ready to publicize your relationship and if you told him no he would wait for you to come to him. He definitely doesn't want to rush it. He has chosen you to be his one and only and he will stick beside you no matter what.

Hyunjin would tell the members right away, even before you two officially start dating. I just feel like he is very open with them. He wants to have an outlet to gush about his partner so for sure the first ones to hear about you were the rest of 00’ line. He would just be so proud to show you off to anyone who asks (and to who doesn't ask). This boy doesn’t let Stay know until he wants to. Hear me out, poor baby had it ruff in the past, going on hiatus. So because of this, I feel like he takes extra care not to accidentally blab about you on live. Even if he really wants to, he just doesn’t want to go through that again. He also loves you too much to lose you.

Jisung would 100% tell all the members the moment you start dating. It was never going to be a secret from them. I feel like when he is in love with someone he would just end up linking everything he does or sees with his partner. They're making a love song and Jisung automatically thinks of you. He sees something cute at a shop, he has already bought all the variations for you. Since he is so open with the members it was only a matter of time before he let it slip to Stay. He would be live and one of the boys would mention your favorite show or something similar and Jisung would automatically be like “Oh yeah me and (Name) just finished rewatching it.” His whole life flashes before his eyes right then and there.

Felix is just like Jisung. He is so in love with you that he just has to tell the members. It’s a necessity rather than a want. Every other word out of his mouth is your name, and he is constantly texting you and calling. He is so sweet and caring he just wants to make sure you know he loves you, since it's hard to see each other sometimes due to his tight schedule. On a live someone asks where he got a piece of clothing or jewelry and without missing a beat he would go, “(Name) got it for me, their so cute.” Felix panic ends the live, and immediately texts you a string of apologies. Only after you guys talk does he do damage control with the company and Stay.

Seungmin’s personal life is an enigma and he will make sure it stays that way. He is determined to keep you to himself and out of the public eye. He is just someone who doesn’t want all of his life publicized, and rightfully so. Sometimes he does feel bad when you guys can’t go on regular dates or post about each other, but you reassure him that you are fine with the way things are. He is so sweet too. His family knows about you but he just never got around to telling the members. They find out when you show up at the dorm with like a pair of Seungmin’s shoes or something. They're like “WTF YOU’RE HIS WHAT NOW!?” Stay definitely doesn’t find out until you guys are like married or something.

Jeongin is also cautious. He tells the members only after maybe a month or two into the relationship when he is certain that it's serious. He would want someone to give him advice because I feel like he would be scared to mess anything up. He isn’t one for voicing it but you could just tell that he is so in love. He buys things that remind him of you and treats you so kindly, soft baby. He wouldn’t tell Stay right away either but he would want to tell them at some point in your relationship. He loves you and he loves Stay so he would want to share you with them and them with you. He is just so sweet it melts your heart, you couldn’t possibly deny him anything.

©️vintagesuga Do not repost.

[slvtiny]

Warm Blanket

This whole live had my mind going haywire cuz I keep going back to these live snippets, Woo gives a different kind of comfort tbh.

I've had this thought, and it makes me kick my feet in the air....

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PAIRING: IDOL WOO X PRODUCER Y/N <afab reader>

FT: ATINY, SEONGHWA, HONGJOONG(mentioned), MINGI(mentioned)

WARNING ⚠️: periods(menstruation), crying, anxiety, kinda cringe at some places,

(though it's just a Fluffy little brainrot lmk if I missed any)

Enter to be tagged: 💌

What if you're his gf but also a producer at kq. You've never denied being in a relationship, but you've never disclosed it either. You are working on his solo album, but they have a tour, so you tag along to travel, be together, and write your love song. As always, Ms. PERIOD knocs your door at the most busy segment of your month, but you just need hugs and cuddles.

You've been up all day producing and scribbling lyrics for him and you just needed his review on the lyrics to get started on making the demo

You are a producer at kq. You usually work with Joongie and Mingles. But lately, you've been working on Woo's solo album

Your pms and cramps have made it difficult for you to work throughout the day. In fact, you had been crying trying to finish up the work.

But you had finally overcome the tears and finished your work as you proudly strudel towards Woo's hotel room across the hallway.

The whole floor and the one were both booked for KQ staff. Knowing that you'd be in your boyfriend's room, you and joong had decided to convert one of the rooms into a makeshift studio so you could continue working on the album.

Fiddling with the key card, you hummed to the tune of the song you'd written for him. Not knowing he was on live, you give the door to your boyfriend's room a slight knock before letting yourself in with the keycard he'd given you.

With the chime of the lock system, the door opened, and you walked in, letting the door close behind you with a similar chime as it autolocked. You remove out shoes as you slip into your slipers and walk towards the table where Woo was.

The light pitter-patter of your feet, your soft sniffles(your nose is slightly stuffy due to the crying sesh), the scent of you had already caught Woo's attention. As he turns his head to you, extending his arms open for you, forgetting the fact that he hadn't told his fans about you.

You extend the iPad you'd written the lyrics in along with your little recorder you used to record demo samples, as you waddle your way to him. As you reach closer you realize that he's on live and you freeze slightly and then pull yourself together and try to be profesional.

"Oh I didn't know you were doing a live, I'll return later." You said backing up slightly.

Woo looked at the camera and smiled slightly, turning back to you he says,

"No need they wanted me to spoil something anyway."

He winks, motioning you to give him the iPad and recorder. You do as he demands and stand beside the table to avoid being in the camera's view.

"Atinyyy, say hi to J PD, she is working really hard on something I wanted to do for you, even when we are on tour across the world!!"

You giggle and blush. He teases you by calling you Jung PD/ J PD, ever since you'd had a drunken blabbing about how you wanted to marry him someday.

"Hi Atiny, I hope you like the surprise when it's out" you say extending your palm in front of the camera to wave. While Woo rummages through the drawers to find his wired earphones.

"Brief?" Woo looks at you, his tone soft and polite. "Yes, I wrote some lyrics for track1159am and altered it slightly. I also made a new sheet for the pice I told you about before. I'm kind of stuck between the tone, ig if you give it a listen and tell me which you think fits more I can go get the demo done."

You take a deep breath after your little brief, Woo nods pulling a chair across from him and taps on its seat telling you to sit.

He reads a few comments while telling his fans about the process of making music and what he's about to do.

'''J PD's voice is so cute😍, can we talk to her??''' ;

'''Thank you J PD🫶''' ;

'''Oppa, can we talk to J PD please🫣'''..

Woo read out loud, making you blush harder everytime he said "J PD "

"Woah!! They love you already!!" He said chuckling, "Do you want to talk to Atiny??"

"Okay.." You utter softly

"Atiny be polite okay, talk to J PD while I finish my work okay", he turns to you handing you his phone which he was using to read the comments "J PD have fun talking to my Atiny hmm?"

"Yes sure" you giggled at Atiny's reactions in the comments

Time passes as he continues to scribble on notes and repeating your voice memos, while you talk to Atiny traveling from topic to topic. You had explained them theories of music and how they are used in the studio, some questions they had, some ideas they gave that you'd note down on Woo's phone for later. Woo could tell you had made friends with his Atiny and it made him happy, that you were comfortable with them and vice-versa.

You were talking about songs, recommending some and getting agreements from Atiny. When some Atinys mentioned certain songs that had helped them when they felt down during their period weeks and you started talking on that and bonding with them as you shared some tricks your grandmother had taught you.

You get startled when Woo jolts in his seat, turning to you with concern in his eyes, completely forgotten the camera and the live and the fans of his you had been talking to for the past 20 minutes.

"You cried??" Tone soft and worried, iPad flung to the table, recorder still playing, sitting in his lap as he drags his chair close to yours. You're ears red with embarrassment as you recall your crying session from before, you look down, Woo's phone long forgotten, kept on the table.

You nod slightly, fiddling with your rings.

Woo pulls your chair closer, unknowingly bringing you into the frame though just a little.

"Baby are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" His hand on your cheek, his thumb gliding as though wiping your tears. The sudden shift of environment triggers you as your mood swings hit you with another wave of emotions.

"Mood swings" you utter under your breath as a sob escapes with it followed by a stabbing cramp making you wince and hold your stomach, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you were on your period, baby we could postpone all work. You need rest. Want me to bring you something??"

"It's okay I'll just finish that and the.." You stop talking trying not to cry due to the pain. It felt like your cramps were waiting to recharge and strike you hard.

"No You're not working anymore, you're going to lay down and have some soup and then nap."

Woo says sternly but still softly so as to not alarm you in anyway.

Woo gives you warm water and starts winding up the little work set up. He reaches for the iPad and his phone when he realises the live was on.

He slightly panics and reads the comments anyway. Atinys waerw confused in the comments, trying to figure out what was going on and if you were his girlfriend or not. As Atinys realise that he's back and he's reading their comments they stop texting each other and prompt everyone to give him time to say something, reading this he takes a deep breath before letting it all out.

"Atiny, I know you might be mad at me, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I was afraid having seen the way this news is usually received by fans in general. I will get straight to it. Yes, you're right she is my girlfriend, and I love her a lot, and I hope you understand. Though I didn't choose for this to happen, I don't regret it at all. I don't know what you think but I hope you take this badly."

''' WE ARE SO HAPPY FOR YOU WOO🤧🤧'''

'''WE SUPPORT YOU BOTH💖🤧'''

'''LOVE J PD ❤️ '''

Reading all the positive comments gives Woo relief as he thanks Atiny

"Please take care of us and love us the same Atiny" he says with a smile

''' GO TAKE CARE OF J PD❤️'''

'''TIPS FOR PERIOD CRAMPS.... LUV U J PD💗'''

''' WOO GO GET YOUR GIRL CHOCOLATE 🍫 '''

Woo reads the tips as he reads them out loud turning to you when he hears you sob harder.

"I'm so sorry, I ruined it"

"Huh??"

"I ruined your relationship with Atiny, it's my fault I ruined everything"

"No baby you didn't ruin anything"

"I did though"

"No love you haven't ruined anything, they love you, and they love us, they're happy about it see"

He shows you the comments filled with hearts and '''WE LOVE YOU J PD'''

"I'm sorry Atiny, thank you.." You say softly between sobs. Woo takes back his phone and tells Atiny that you need naps and ends the live.

He hugs you tight, while sending a text to the gc of the news and tells the Manger about it before ordering some soup and chocolates for you as directed by Atiny.

He then puts his phone down pulling apart from the hug. He runs to your luggage carrier to take the period towel. He lays it down on the bed and helps you lay down on it. He gets your hot bag you'd been carrying and warms some water in the kettle provided by the hotel, to put in it.

The door bell rings and he rushes to open it, revealing Seonghwa holding snacks, the chocolate and soup he had ordered and some balm for the pain as he had been recommended by his sister whom he'd given a quick call to make sure Woo wouldn't give you extra headache by giving you chocolate.

He walks past a stunned Woo and sets everything on the bed side table.

"Hey buddy! You okay?"

You were comfortable with Hwa he treated you like his own little sister and cared for you as if you were blood related.

"Nooo tummy hurt" you blabber like a child. He pats your head lightly and hands you the balm. "Here this should help. Get some sleep."

"Okayy, thaankuu"

He walks back to Woo by the door and pats on his shoulder. "Take care of her, we'll take care of the rest, don't worry Joong's already on it." And with that he leaves.

Woo sits beside you helping you sit up. He helps you finish your soup and gets you some warm tea after your done brushing your teeth. Which makes little sense to him since you lay under the sheets nibbling on the chocolate Hwa had brought earlier. It brings a smile to your face and that's all that matters to him.

After he's done downing his rice, he brushes his tea and reheats the water of your hotbag.

He lays beside you on his side, supporting his head with one hand and the other on your belly drawing circles with his palm on it. Your lower belly tends to get hotter when you're on your period seeming like a fever. The weight of his hand exerted a comforting pressure on you. His hand travels up your torso, as he cups your face and give you light kisses, filled with love and care and innumerable silent promises.

Your eyelids start to feel heavier, Woo reaches over you to switch off the lamp on your side of the bed, and then turns to switch off the one on his side.

You turn on your side facing him, he pulls you closer into his chest. His arm, now your pillow, his heartbeat your lullaby. You breathe in his sent, his breath fanning on your face, his hand wrapped around your head, fingers laced in your hair with light gliding pats.

You're drifting to slumber as you bumble your most sincere thought.

"I love you Woo"

He kisses your head as you both close your eyes.

"I'd give up the world for you My Love"

He says in a whisper, continuing to hum to your song until slumber consumes him.

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[shiorilizzy]

Yandere Wriothesley decided to punish you

Summary: After dragging you to the Fortress with him, he spoiled you so much that you became a brat. So he decided to punish one for all

Pairing: Yandere!Wriothesely x Reader (female)

Warning: Yandere, Oral sex, Edging, Deny, Unappropriate words

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

Wriothesley is a chill guy. Although you can’t go out of The Fortress, but you’re free to roam, talk and do whatever you want inside it. If you want to have anything, he will bring it for you. Even the legendary dessert that Furina loves. He bought a whole cake just for you. He nearly never punishes you, only smiles gently and lets it slide while collecting your mess.

So you become more and more bratty day by day. Until one day, when you shouted at him “NO! I HATE YOU!” when he told you not to do something. He looked at you, silent. 

“I think it’s time we need to do something about that attitude”

You were about to protest and walk away. But he picked you up with one arm, like a sack of potato. Ignoring your screams and kicks, he dropped you on the bed.  While his legs pressed on you to keep you still, his hands stripped you naked, locked your wrists with a handcuff. He even gagged your mouth.

“This mouth needs to be punished, no?”

You cannot scream anymore. He smirked at your muffled noises. The next victim is your legs, he spread and tied to the bed. Now your private part was exposed. He touched it gently. His cold fingers were covered with stickiness.

“Oh my, this wet already?  I barely do anything? Do you really crave it that much?” 

He smirked and look down on you like a slut. Your face turned pink and noises came from your gagged mouth. Looks like you were cursing him, he thought.  Well he couldn’t understand anything you were blabbing now, so it was not his business.  He turned his attention to your lower watering mouth. He started eating you out. He knows every sensitive spot of you. So it was easy to turn you on. Soon, your muffled noises turned to muffled moans. Your breath became quicker. His cold breath and hot tongue drove you insane. You reached your climax not long after. Giving your clit a last lick, Wriothesley sat beside you, he stroked your head softly.

“How was it darling? You wetted the bedsheet you know?”

Your mind was hazy. You whimpered and wiggled your body, signaling him to untie everything. Wriothesley kissed your cheek. Pretending he didn’t see that.

“Good girl… I bet you still want more, considering how slutty you are”

It was true. Your sopping wet hole was waiting for him. He didn’t touch it. Wriothesley took out some vibrators from the nightstand.  What was he planning? He doesn’t usually use those… He put one on your swollen clit and one on your each hard nipples. Put all of them on low setting. You let out frustrated whimpers.

“Unfortunately, I still have work to do. So I will let these please you while I’m busy.” He smiled at you as if nothing to worry about “I’ll be back shortly, okay? Be good.”

You shook your head, and your watery eyes begged him to stay, to release you. But he just walked out, not even looking back at you. He is not busy, Wriothesley knows how to manage his work-life balance. He had enough free time to love you, pamper you and set up a trap just for you.  He brewed a pot of tea. Its nice smell calmed him down. Wriothesley slowly enjoyed his cup, listening to his Kitten whimpering. Soon those turned to moaning and then frustrated sobbing. After finishing the whole pot, he went back to check on his poor darling.

The room had an utterly sweet smell, you were lying there, arching your back and hip to create more stimulation. The bedsheet between your legs was damped in your juice. You looked at Wriothesley like your savior. Your desperate pleading noises made him chuckle

“Aw my poor Kitten, can’t release by yourself?”

Finally he untied the vibrator, your wrists, ankles and your mouth. Your body was too sore to fight him at this time. You raised your trembling arm, clutching his clothes. You pleaded with him to help you, to fill you. He went back to your sweet part. He touched everywhere but your wet hole. However, you still came, letting out a cute loud moan that he loves so much.

Yet, it was not enough even though you’ve just had an orgasm. You begged him to put his thick member inside.

That was when your punishment started.

“Oh I don’t think so darling.”

“You said you hate me remember? So I decided to give you some time to think about it. If you hate me then you won’t need my cock right?” He stroked your cheek, as if he didn’t see your disbelief face.

He made sure to give you a hard time.

That when you realized: Before you aware of it, Wriothesley has trained you into a slut for his cock.

You missed it, you craved that thick hard cock of him. You missed the feeling it fills you, stretches your hole to its limit. 

Days after that, the punishment still went on.

Wriothesley still pleased and helped you orgasm. He can’t let you alone. Who knows what if his Kitten becomes too hungry and starts finding someone else to ask for food? But he denies putting inside you. No matter how many begs or tantrums you make. He completely ignored your poor hole. Even after you gave him a blow job.

Your mind was spinning. Every day you woke up, the only thought was you want the man holding you to JUST PUT his cock into you, fill you up, destroy you.

But Wriothesley kept saying no.

The whole week pass by without his cock, you became mad and shouted at him like a child, saying that you would ask a prisoner if he wouldn’t give it to you.

Oh… Your brain was so messed up so much that you dug yourself a hole again.

Wriothesley’s face turned dark.

“Oh really? Go ahead then. Let's see if there is someone out there who can please you like the way I do. Go ahead if you can find a cock better than me.”

It’s nearly impossible. You have been trained into a Kitten that even you know only Wriothesley can satisfy you now.

“And I was about to end the punishment. But based on what I heard just now, seems like you learned nothing. So let’s continue your punishment then.”

You realized your mistake and quickly apologized. But it was too late. Your hell time continues. You were so desperate to the state that you used your own fingers. But it was nothing compared to his cock. You cried in frustration and helpless. You felt so empty and lonely. Even his fingers would be paradise to you now.

So you started behaving like a good girl: Called Wriothesley as your “Master”, brewed tea for him, ate and slept on time, spent your day beside him, …

Your cunt wetted all the time. You weren't sure how long you can last before you turned mad and just crawled on the ground to beg for his cock.

One more week passed, finally Wriothesley pulled you into his lap, whispering “Will you be a good girl now?”

You quickly replied, you ground your sensitive part against his thigh.

“Y-Yes Master! Please I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl… I’ll behave… please forgive me…”

He chuckled at your desperation.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes! I only need you! I love you! Please I’m yours… Please…”

You begged and cried

Wriothesley seemed pleased with your answer. His muscular arms spread your legs.

“Mmh… That’s my good girl. You must have felt empty these past two weeks huh? Let Master fill you.”

After these torturous times, you had what you wanted at long last. His cock entered your wet hole, stretching it while abusing your certain spot.

You clung tight on him. The stimulation was too intense for you. You came right after he entered and yet he started to move his member in and out. You moaned and cried because you struggled to accept this happiness. Your brain knows nothing but your Master and his cock now.

Wriothesley looked at your fucked out pretty state: tears and drools were all over your face, and your hole was so warm and soft, wrapped tightly on his cock. And more importantly, you are the behaved Kitten that loves him now. In the end, you’re his Kitten completely.

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

[rebelliousstories]

Roses

ValenFics

Relationship: Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,891

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: There is only one person in this world that James Logan Howlett is soft for. Anyone else who finds out, very quickly learns not to blab.

Consider Donating: Here

Everyone at the school knew one thing, and they knew it well; Logan does not do holidays. At least, not in the traditional sense. He will show up for the parties occasionally, and he may even give a gift in public at Christmas. But for the most part, he liked keeping that part of his life private. And not because he did not trust anyone, but rather, that was just how he was.

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, the school was busy putting together cards for their valentines, or simply working up the courage to ask the object of their affection. Pink, red, and white hearts littered the walls, with paper garland of the same colors on the banisters. Punny drawings were hung outside of classrooms. All in all, the whole school was in love.

“Come on, Logan. Just tell me. What are you doing for her?” Storm pleaded, following after him as he made his way to his girlfriend’s classroom. The sounds of music and singing began pouring out of the room the closer the pair got.

“And as I told you, Storm. It’s no one’s business but ours.” He protested, leaning against the wall next to the door. According to his watch, he only had another couple of minutes before she would be free for lunch.

“Yeah, but-”

“Storm, seriously. If it makes you happy,” Logan cut her off, “we’re going to have a small date night in our room.”

“Are you going to come to the Valentine’s Day party?” He groaned. If it had just been left to Wolverine, he would not be going. He would take his girlfriend on his bike, drive somewhere far away, and spend the weekend together without any distractions.

“I don’t know.” Thankfully, Logan was spared from any other questions as students began to file out of the classroom. Nodding towards the white- haired woman, he ducked inside, smiling at the kids. Kindergarten grade music was a good class to come in on as all the kids were young enough to just view Logan as a big, scary, teddy bear. They knew he was someone to fear, but that did not stop them from happily exclaiming his name as they left.

“I was wondering why there was a commotion outside my door.” She smiled, rounding her desk once she saw her boyfriend walk in.

“Thought I’d come get you for lunch.” He muttered softly, hands going to her waist, and lips going to her own.

Pulling away reluctantly after a moment, she smiled. “I could do with some food.”

During their lunch together, the couple sat in a peaceful, and comfortable silence. After so many years together, and being with each other nearly every second of every day, sometimes they just needed some silence. However, shockingly, it was Logan that broke it.

“So, Storm was asking about us going to the Valentine’s party they’re throwing.” He began hesitating, like he was unsure of how to breach the subject.

“Yeah…” her eyebrow arched at his words. “Do you want to go?”

“If you want to, I won’t stop you.” Logan replied.

“That’s not an answer, Wolvie.” She protested. “If you don’t wanna go, we don’t have to.”

There was a long period of silence after she finished. Piercing her chicken with a fork, she continued to eat while her boyfriend was pushing his own meal around. “We can go.”

Looking at him, she was hesitant to accept that answer. But Logan just kissed her forehead instead, and then got back into his sandwich.

The closer the fourteenth got, Logan began trying to think of what he wanted to get his girlfriend. He did not want to get her something perishable, but he knew that she did like flowers. What did not help was the fact that it seemed everyone and then some in this school was interested in knowing what he was going to do.

Purely from being in the kitchen at the right time, he knew that Jean was going to be getting Scott a specialty pair of his iconic red glasses. Storm was badgering him about what he was getting his girlfriend. When he finally decided on what he was going to get her, he did not tell anyone. Regardless of how much the women bugged him about it.

Which is why when Rogue found an order meant to go to Logan on the doorstep of the school after her morning jog, she was extra excited. The massive bouquet, snuggled inside of an earthenware style vase, was in her hands, and a smile was on her face as she strutted through the school. She really did try to find Logan, but that did not mean that she stumbled upon him first.

“Who’s the secret admirer, Rogue?” Jean pondered, coming up to the young girl.

“It’s not for me. A certain Wolverine got these.” She proclaimed proudly.

“Oh. Let me know how that goes.” The older woman teased, noticing that mischievous expression on her face.

Rogue continued on her merry way through the school, finally finding the big burly man that she needed to. To make everything better, he was in one of the studies with Storm and Charles, going over something that looked like intel on Magneto, but she could not be sure.

“Logan!” She called, practically floating over. Peaking above the line of the flowers, the expressions Rogue saw was priceless.

Storm was impish. Charles looked intrigued. And Logan… well, Logan was mortified.

“Where did you get those?” He hissed, storming over to snatch the bouquet from Rogue’s grasp.

“They were on the front porch. Found them after my run.” Rogue shrugged, sitting down at the unoccupied seat.

Charles, from his spot observing everything, simply chuckled. “Go put those in your room, Logan. Somewhere she won’t find them.”

Sending a glare towards Rogue, and one to Storm for good measure, Logan followed the professor’s advice and left. Thankfully, his girlfriend was not in their room when he got there, but he still snuck around. He could only hope that Rogue and Storm would keep their mouths shut about this. It was not that he cared terribly for his image, but it did help to keep up appearances.

For a couple more days, Logan checked on the flowers, hidden in his closet. And that entire time, he kept his ears open. Waiting to hear the rumors start up from the bouquet being delivered for him. Waiting for people to start calling him a sap or soft. But nothing of the sort came of it. Everyone operated normally. It did not stop him from being a little paranoid, but it never panned out. By the time that Valentine’s Day came, he had not heard anything that he could attribute as to coming from Rogue or Storm.

That morning, he had awoken extra early. With her still sleeping, Logan kissed her forehead before crawling out of their bed. Getting down into the kitchen, there were no people in there which was a blessing. All he was able to do was some simple bacon, toast, and eggs, but it was going to be enough. Grabbing a small bowl of fruit to go along with it, Logan tried to balance the food on a tray as well as a coffee for her on his way back up to their room.

When he got back in the bedroom, she was already up. Rubbing her eyes, she smiled sleepily up at her boyfriend as he came in with a tray full of goodies. “Hey, Log.”

“Hey, princess. Set your legs out straight for me, will ya?” He guided gently, watching her close. Once she set her legs out, the tray was placed on top of them and Logan came to her other side.

“Ooo, full spread. You are spoiling me.” She complimented, leaning up for a quick kiss.

“Anything for you. Eat up.” Passing her some utensils, he grabbed his own to also begin eating. Wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders, Logan enjoyed pressing kisses to her head while they ate. As much as she enjoyed kissing his scruffy jawline.

“Oh, Log, I’ve got you something.” She exclaimed happily. Pushing the food into his lap inside, she got up and went over to the dresser where she kept the majority of her clothing. Well, everything that could be folded and did not need to be hung.

As cliche as it was, she began to dig around in the sock drawer before she finally pulled something out. Plopping back down on their bed, she passed over a box to his hands. Logan, with curious eyes and a confused mind, opened the box and was even more baffled by what he found. A small figurine of something that looked like a badger.

“What is it?” He asked finally after a few moments.

“It’s a wolverine.” Her words were proud as she showed it off. The figure was no larger than a piece on a chess board, but it was still incredibly detailed.

“Thank you,” came his whisper. Logan nuzzled his nose into her cheek in acknowledgment. He was a man of few words, but he preferred actions anyways.

“Wait here.” It felt like a game of musical chairs but with the food tray. He passed it back to her, and then got up himself. Grabbing the gift that was just inside the door of his closet, underneath a flannel he used in case she needed something from inside, Logan came back.

She gasped once she saw what was in his hands. “Oh, Logan.”

Her eyes twinkled when she saw the vase and flowers. What appeared to be roses sat in a clay- type vase, but they were not normal roses. Scrunching her brows, she looked up at her boyfriend with a question behind her eyes.

“They’re resin coated. Supposed to make them last forever. They’re not supposed to wilt or decay.” Logan explained. In an instant, the food was moved to the foot of the bed, the flowers set on the floor beside them, and she launched herself into his arms.

She kept repeating her thank you’s over and over, pressing kisses to her boyfriend’s skin where ever she could. He just chuckled, letting her get her expressions out. Once she began to lose steam, he just grabbed her to kiss her lips.

“Thank you, Logan. I really appreciate these.” She repeated.

“So you’ve said. Glad you like them, princess.” Howlett whispered huskily, reaching a hand up to caress her cheek.

“I love them.”

Later in the evening, once all the classes had been finished, the Valentine’s party was in full swing. Hanging near the back, Logan had his girlfriend tucked underneath one arm, and a beer in the other hand. They had enjoyed a peaceful night, and talking to their friends. At one point in the evening, Rogue, Storm, Jean and Scott all came to hang out with the couple.

“So…” Rogue drawled, getting an impish grin, “how did she like the flowers?”

“Huh?” She questioned, looking up at her boyfriend.

“Rogue, if you told anyone-”

“I didn’t, okay!” The southerner held up her hands in defense. “But now that you’ve given them to her, can I talk about it now?”

“No.”

“Okay. Bobby, come here!” She yelled, rushing off before Logan could stop her.

[msunitedstatesjames]

I just finished up most of Emmrich's companion quests and oh my god that was amazing. I chose the human ending, and I loved it. Once again, my favorite string of scenes yet in the game.

First of all, Emmrich's voice actor did amazing. Like, wow. We've heard Emmrich be the self assured academic, we've heard him be anxious, we've even heard him be angry, but we got whole new shades of Emmrich in the final Hezenkoss confrontation and Lich choice scenes. We got outrage, we got desperation, we got grief and pain. When Emmrich first tries to stop the lantern and realizes it could kill him, when he begs Manfred to come back as he goes after the lantern, when he begs him to come back again when he searches for his spirit, when he admits that he wouldn't trade Lichdom for having Manfred back, it's all so movingly acted. And you can't forget the "Magic, like you" joy. It can be easy for video games to make you feel excited or interested or generally just content, but feeling joy and grief are harder, and this string of quests pulled it off beautifully, largely because of the voice acting and also the character writing.

I found Emmrich's animation to be really good in these scenes as well. He does a lot of dramatic gesturing, and for whatever reason it just really worked for me. The way he gestures when pleading with Hezenkoss and admitting she was right was great. The hug when Manfred was back was adorable. The look on his face when he realizes he's talking about Manfred like a child was precious. But the one that really got me was when Manfred "dies," and Emmrich puts his hands over his face with that look of utter disbelief and horror. Seeing Emmrich look like that, when he's always so put together, really hits hard.

The little romance moments were great, too. Having Hezenkoss be so pissed off that Emmrich has a lover is gratifying. Rook getting called his "paramour" was amusing. Also, I have to give Hezenkoss some props for at least admitting she would have entombed Rook and Emmrich together when she killed them. That's really a pretty decent thing for a villain to promise, like, she didn't have to do that. It was nice to be able to stand up for Emmrich, too. And that you got to help him make his big decision. But of course the sprinkle on top of this delightful cake was getting to surprise Emmrich into realizing that you're parenting together. How many other Dragon Age couples get to parent together? Only a few that I can think of.

Emmrich's character growth was stunning too. He has to acknowledge that, at least in one way, Hezenkoss was better than him. He admits that he misses her friendship. He has to face down his greatest fear, death, more than once, and while doing so choose the lives of others above his own in a very real way. First he chooses to risk himself to save Hezenkoss's enemies, and Rook, and Nevarra City. Then, he literally chooses eventual death in order to save Manfred. He also realizes that he was stronger than he believed himself to be, both in magic and in courage. And in the end he can admit that though he has regrets, he knows he made the right choice. I haven't played or watched the other ending, but it feels right somehow for Emmrich to embrace his deep compassion this way.

As for Hezenkoss, there's a certain poetic justice to her being ended by a ragtag team of Emmrich's "ridiculous skeleton," Emmrich's lover, spirits she personally tormented, and her former friend turned foil, Emmrich the death fearing necromancer. I still love her as a whacky villain. Who knows what evils her escaped undead hand is getting up to now?

If I haven't blabbed enough about how amazing these quests were, they were also just the most exhilarating in the game for me so far. I think all of the reasons listed above just combined really well together to make this quest super suspenseful. I really cared about Emmrich as a character, so I really cared about his fate. Even though you logically knew he wouldn't die in this quest, it still felt very high stakes. There was exciting music, dozens of lives at stake including Emmrich and Manfred, and as I've mentioned before, top tier voice acting. I was gasping and kicking my feet in excitement at all the right moments. It strings you right along from suspense, to excitement, to dread, to shock, to triumph, to grief, to joy, to a pleasant contentment.

I couldn't stop playing this string of quests, which was extremely unfortunate for Bellara because right before this she told Rook they needed to go after her brother immediately, and then I instead forced her to tag along and help Rook defeat her boyfriend's rival.

Anyway, I'm still reeling from the excitement of it all. I hope the end of this game is really good because it's gonna be hard to live up to this bunch of quests.

(Sidenote: How horrified would the Southern Templars be to find out an extremely powerful death mage, his Spelblade Tevinter mage girlfriend, and their reanimated skeleton son (inhabited by a spirit of curiosity and gifted with death magic) are running around Thedas fighting gods?)

[theloveinc]

single dad!sakura x reader - a continuation of this!

(warnings: drabble, ANGST, mentions of pregnancy termination, alcohol... + etc.)

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"You know," Sakura begins, red faced as always, the flush this time caused by the copious amounts of alcohol he consumed when out with his friends, his first hangout with them without the baby in months. He's laying on his side, sprawled out diagonally across the bed where he first fell after barely making it into his room.

"Hm?" you respond, folding fresh laundry by his feet; all cloth diapers, bibs and rags with various cartoon characters on them, stained with remnants of mushed carrots and hardened grains of rice. You had mumbled, watching as the drunk man flailed around after landing on his face, that you'd leave soon as you finished the shore, but now you're thinking you better stay until he can at least keep his head up.

"I wasn’t gonna keep her."

Your eyes immediately shoot to him, where he lays with his face just barely peeking out of his favorite lumpy pillow. "What?"

"I thought…you know," you don’t know, and have never heard even an inkling of such a thought out of Sakura’s mouth before, not even as a joke. He's been quite candid about the suddenness of his daughter's appearance in his life, but it's always brought up as a happy thing, the way he says it, never... like this. "I grew up by myself and, and so I know my kid coulda—”

“Sakura,” you scold, trying to get him to stop. You want him to stop, but as the words keep slipping out, the man slipping deeper into territory you're most likely not welcome, you can't help but listen.

“I was jus’ going to sign my rights away, I-I was fine with the idea of termination—but then I saw her there, alone in that empty room full of cribs, little hands reaching, but no nurses coming, nothing—"

You put down the purple onesie, shrinking down next to him on the bed, letting your head fall into your hands as you watch him blab. He opens his eyes, full of tears, and swallows something thick and sticky that coats his lips when he wipes his mouth on the pillowcase.

"—and she looked like me. And I couldn’t let her go to a home even if mine wasn’t any better. I'm not any better than my parents, y/n, I'm such a shit. It, it, it eats me alive—"

He grabs the fabric of your shirt and stretches it to him, the tears now spilling over his lower lashes and onto his cheeks. Sakura weeps quite often, in between and over this whole raising a kid thing, but those tears are mostly of frustration that she's still not sleeping through the night and randomly started hating her favorite baby food he bought a month's worth supply of to stock up on... not the tears of absolute self-loathing he's currently wiping onto your sleeve.

"Shh, shh," you try to comfort him, reaching a hand to the back of his neck to pat his shoulder. It's not okay, not by far, but he's three beers too drunk for this to be the right time to talk about however he felt when his baby was first born. You can't imagine what else went on in that hospital room, nor what he was going through his head the first time he strapped his daughter into Nirei's car so he could take her home, but you do know the girl is safe and asleep in the next room over, and he's only gonna spiral him if you let this keep up.