#kept it short cause im sick again

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: romantic

[strellzzz]

! STOP PLAYIN WIH ME part 2 nsfw

he leans down and starts hovering over you

"i get that your mad at me , but your not going to sit here and ignore me." (him)

you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

"look at me when i'm fuckin talking to you"

he grabs your face and made you look at him.

"you gonna say sum or what." (him)

you looked at him with a blank stare not saying anything.

"you don't wanna talk huh. ight bet." he lets go of your face.

"i'm gonna give you sum to talk abt then." he pulls down his pants and boxers showing you his dick.

"wait.." (you)

"nah stfu. you didn't want to talk a min ago. why tf you wanna talk now." he said while holding it in front of your face.

"open." (him)

you opened your mouth doing what he told you to do. He grabs your head shoving it in your mouth. he places his left hand on top of your head and the right on the bottom of your head. he starts face fucking you to a point you start gagging for air.

"breathe..." (him)

you start breathing out your nose catching your breath and not gagging anymore like you were before.

he starts face fucking you kinda fast to a point you were drooling and getting saliva all over your shirt and legs. he eventually stops and takes his dick out your mouth. he pushes you back and grabs your legs pulling you close to him , he pulls your shorts off your body where it's nothing but your lace panties. he pulls your panties off you exposing your wet pussy.

"you knew i was gonna do this shit. you knew ignoring my calls was gonna piss me off .... you wanted this. huh." (him)

he gets on his knees becoming face to face with your pussy. he starts moving his head closer eating you out. you started slightly moaning while he uses his fingers moving in n out your pussy while sucking n licking ur pussy.

"i want you to cum. now." as he mumbles with ur pussy in his mouth

he starts fingering your pussy faster n faster erasing the thoughts in your head. eventually, u cummed which was in his mouth and on his chin.

he lifts his face up while swallowing and wiping his chin.

"i'm sorry ..." you said while catching your breath

he flips you over on your stomach.

"arch that ass up." (him)

you did as he said with no hesitation.

he begins rubbing your pussy while shoving his dick inside you. as you started squirming because you knew it was really big for you to take.

"stop fuckin squirming." he said in a sorta loud tone

he started going slow while making his hand reach your neck pulling you back.

"i'm so sick and tired of you bein mad at me for stupid shi... im gonna teach you a lesson." (him)

he lets go of your neck and you laid your head back to where it was. he started thrusting hisself inside you.

you started moaning a little loud because he was going to hard for you.

"i'm sorry..~"

as you was telling him you was sorry it was like he doesn't care cause he kept going faster

"you sorry huh.." (him)

"yess..~" (you)

"no you not. your gonna do the same shi over again." (him)

as he said this he started going rough n faster. you started moaning loud.

"your gonna take all of this dick bitch." (him)

as he kept going you felt a need to cum , he knew you were going to cum so he stopped all of sudden.

"what.." (you)

"i'm not gonna finish until you say your never gonna get mad at no stupid shi ever again." (him)

you went quiet cause you knew if you said that yo ass would b lyin.

"say it." (him)

"i won't get mad over stupid stuff again.." (you)

"uh huh." (him)

he started back thrusting inside you harder and faster.

"take all of it mama." (him)

as he was saying this you started cumming all over his dick. he took his dick out of you

"get up." (him)

you struggled sitting up and you looked at him.

"tongue out." (him)

you opened your mouth and he started stroking his dick to a point he started cumming inside your mouth. when he got done you closed your mouth and swallowed it.

"you done bein mad at me?" (him)

"i guess.." you rolled your eyes and smiled

"stop playin." he pulled up his pants and boxers and grabbed your panties and put it on for you while putting your shorts on you as well.

he grabs the remote and sat with you and turned your favorite show back on.

"how tf do you evn watch this." (him)

"ummm not to much on my show." (you)

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LISTEN YALL I TRIED , THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW STORY ON HERE SO LAY OFF ON ME PLEASE

😭😭😭.

maybe if i could do mind control and make y'all heart it you would do it.

[starythewriter]

KINKMAS 10 thor odison x male reader. a heated winter.

it was beyond, cold, all you had on were a couple shorts on, you love winter, the ginger beard, the amazing smell of pine and eggnog. but, also the snow and the ice, it was your favorite. you loved your blue eyed, handsome boyfriend, with a wonderful bread and thick long blond hair, he had the best biceps and amazing abs.

not only was thor, very hot, but he is super talented. you loved him all around, from his body to personality to his talents to his powers. you however with a very powerful wizard, with many tricks, spells and rituals. according to thor, you were pretty,sexy and hot. thor loved you and he would always take care of you during time of sickness.

  you saw thor, rubbing oil onto his biceps, you blushed. "like what you see" he said looking at you from a mirror near the bed, you blushed even harder. "flex" you whispered to thor, you got and hugged him, his body was so big almost like a tree. you gave him a kiss on his abs. he flexed you slowly licked his right bicep "tastes as good as ever" you said chuckling.

"come here thor" you said with a smile, "put on this blindfold" "Y/N what is this for? I feel like your planning something naughty." you chuckled you gave him a kiss. you snapped your fingers liting 4 candles around you, "walk with me thor, would you rather be on the bed or floor" he said: "depends on what we are gonna do" "thats a surpise handsome"

"on the floor" you lead him to the floor, he sat criss cross "relax" it was still very very cold, but you removed your shorts, along with your boxers. you slowly got ontop of beard slowly grinding aganist it. "fuck" you heard him groan. he tried taking off the blind but you did not let him, "untill you make me feel good enough you cannot remove the blindfold"

you felt him smile against your hole, "you taste amazing" you kept grinding harder, releasing louder moans, you could not explain how you felt with thor but you felt bliss and so much love. the candles were shining brighter. thor grabbed you tighter, planting kisses all over your insides.

you were close to your release, so you grinded, thor felt you shiver and decided to lick you clean, finally you moaned and came undone right on his tongune. "love you so much baby" you took off his blindfold you were too overwhelmed to do anything else, he set you onto the bed, slowly entering you again, he kissed your chest, slowly mouthing off with your nipples.

causing you to moan even louder. "fuck thor… your so warm" you say closing your eyes, thor loved having you so lewd, clearly he was yearning for this as you heard him whisper compliments. you picked up his pace. he was close, you moaned, the candles got even brighter, a peak was coming. thor moaned giving your arms a kiss, he loved everything about you, he had a special kink regarding witches. "think about all the spells youll conjure up with my cum ill give it to you" he smirked, "lets see if you produce enough" you said smirking.

his pace quickened almost as if he accepted a challenge, you slowly started to whisper a spell tying the both of you together, "hold this red rope thor" he smiled, you saw a glisten of lust in his eyes, he went faster. he tied the rope around his wrist and you did the same. you both moaned loudly he whispered "I… fucking love….. you" the rope glowed as you both came and it felt almost as if you had experienced 4 orgasms at once.

"that was so fucking sexy" thor said. you kissed him again, "once im doing spreading this around you, can use it for whatever you wish" you smirked. thor slowly thrusted into you. after a couple of minutes. he pulled out "thor… dont… stay inside" "alright handsome, what about your dick" he said as he slowly pumped you. you were too flustered to speak.

THE end!

[nightwanderers12081]

hiii im back again with an old au that i never talked about yes i have an au problem no i will not do anything to solve said problem

This is all copy-pasted from discord, so it is slightly a mess in terms of order of events

this is a adjl/dp crossover au-

Its an idea based on the fic mirrored by Lynse(ITS SO FUCKIN GOOD HIGHLY RECOMMENDED)

HERE IS MIRRORED BY LYNSE, ONCE AGAIN HIGHLY RECOMMENDED ITS A GOOD READ

ALSO! This au is implied for goin/going dragon, although it can be seen as platonic /gen

If you dont like that this isn't the au/post for you

//spoilers for DP and ADJL, implied experimentation and torture( fuck the giw <//3), shock collar(/nsx, again gonna fight the giw), injuries mention

This whole au kinda focuses on Danny healing and Jake and Danny becoming friends and seeing them grow

So this takes place after both their shows and AGIT (a glitch in time), The short description is that Danny is captured by the GIW and goes through alot of shit (they fuckin suck i hate them), one thing including a collar that would shock phantom upon speaking (FUCK THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY), His phone(for phantom, not fenton, he has seperate phones so people dont figure out his identity), is shattered, and the SIM card is broken(not unfixable, this is important i swear)

The GIW eventually attempt to move Danny from their base near Amity park to new york,

The dragon council catches wind of this(More specifically that they're transporting ghosts), and since ghosts are magical creatures, Jake's given a mission to intercept and free the ghosts being transferred

So he does his job the night of the move, He absolutely wrecks the GIW's vehicle and frees the other ghosts, he also finds the broken remains of phantom's phone(GIW are trying to fix it to access his info smh)

He notices phantom who doesn't seem able to move(injuries + shock), so he yoinks danny and takes em back to his grandpa's work shop

Phantom is fuckin terrified and relieved, hes been kept for weeks bh the GIW and kinda lost his fight(poor bean, he acted really submissive after a lil while being with them, This au genuinely hurts me why do I do this BABNDBS), He doesn't trust jake(which, fair, bro did kinda kidnap him in a way ABBS)

At the shop, They(Jake Fu and Grandpa) Check over injuries(that phantom allows em to see, again not vv trusting of em), and do the best of their ability to clean em up, They deduct that they need to bring Spud the following day to get off the collar

Phantom ends up staying with jake and his family, who were briefed about the situation and were very friendly, He stays with jake in his room because he doesn't want to be alone

The next day Jake has to unfortunately go to school bc that exists, and Phantom's left at their home with jake's parents

Phantom has a breakdown, and Jake's dad hears and comforts him(Literally Jake's dad is the fucking sweetest dad in the show abdbbw)

The break down was about everything that happened, and extreme home sickness

Jake's dad tells Jake about this immediately when he gets home, Jake remembers the phone(it has danny's logo on it, its vv clear whos phone it is BABDB), and asks Fu and his grandpa to repair the SIM card(their shop is an electronic's shop for those who hasn't seen the show)

After, he goes back and gets Phantom and Spud, who quickly disables the collar

The damage is already done though, despite being free of the collar Phantom stays quiet (im gonna cry why dO I DO THIS-)

A few other things planned-

The long family notices that Phantom despite eating a little bit(he cant eat much at a time cause starved n stuff), doesn't seem to be replenished at all, When asked, Phantom tries to avoid the question, but quietly mumbles about how he needs ectoplasm to consume

waaaay later(like a week and a half?), the SIM is fixed, and inserted into a new phone that Jake gifts to Danny, and hes over the moon about it, hes not vocal but hes very expressive

Before danny gets a new phone Spud and Trixie both do a little research into danny phantom and find amity park, alot of the information is blocked until they use a VPN to switch their location to amity park and learn alot, They share this to Jake

They learn about how he's supposedly is the town hero, the times he was public enemy #1 (including an interview danny did with lance thunder explaining every bad circumstance with him, literally none of them were in his control BANND)

They dont do much with the information but I thought it would be nice to include

The next day everyone's out of the house, leaving Phantom home alone, He goes on the couch and with a bated breath, calls Jazz(HO BOY THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER THING I NEED TO TALK ABOUT), Jazz is fuckin worried but Danny fills her in very vaguely on what happened(he mentions he was taken by the giw, no other detail on that part), He tells tucker to track the call so they all can know where the fuck hes at (also fun tid bit, his voice was hoarse and jazz comments on it)

Jake gets back from school and walks in, Hes shocked cause this is the first hes heard phantom actually speak, He overhears Phantom telling jazz that he was taken in and how he thinks their family is really kind and how hes confused on why they're so nice for him, Phantom's really appreciative

The call ends on Phantom promising to call again soon, and that they'd discuss a place to meet once they know exactly where in new york he is

I feel like smth worth mentioning is that Danny has been hiding his secret from the longs as much as possible

Phantom notices Jake after the call ends and very nervously greets em, they probably have a smol chat

So you may be wondering, whats going on in amity park?

Well, after Danny's disappearence, Team phantom are the first to notice and are very worried and concerned, They look around for him

The ghosts soon catch wind after showing up and being informed Danny Phantom has gone missing, His regulars like Skulker, Kitty, Johnny, Ember, etc are very worried, along with his allies, and try to find him through the ghost zone

Other ghosts use this to cause havoc, But Team Phantom and the Red huntress are holding ground and taking care of them in Danny's absence

SPEAKING OF THE RED HUNTRESS, Valarie is a little concerned upon hearing about Phantom's disappearance, Jazz tells her whats happening(shes worried for her brother, shes not really thinking about keeping team phantom's involvement a secret), she also lets it slip that she thinks the GIW has something to do with it

Eventually Team Phantom let her in on the whole secret identity bc they're fucking worried that their friend hasn't been seen in weeks

Eventually they do get that call and its a huge relief

I plan for Danny and them to meet at a park in new york(near where hes at), Jake probably tagging along bc he doesn't want Danny to get lost or anything, Also valarie tells him she wants to talk about everything after hes doing okay and everything is back to normal at the meet up

At some point I also want Danny's secret to be revealed to the long family, they'd 100% take it well

One night (post phone call woth jazz), Jake's dad comes into jake's room to wish Phantom and Jake a good night, But Phantom isnt there

Jake had noticed his window was open earlier but didn't think anything of it until they realize phantom's missing

He opens the window and climbs onto the roof, and finds phantom laying on the roof stargazing, He lays down with em

They're chillin, Jake asked if phantom likes stargazing and he nods

Out of no where Phantom talks about how he wanted to be an astronaut, and they have a soft moment on the roof

Thats everything i have for this au so far ~ Ender/Whisper

[kusundei]

i cant i feel sick. sick sick sick im fucking sick and idk what to do i feel sooo sosoo dramatic. plus im not even like ALONE i cant do anything his mom is right in front of me this is mortifying??? i just like cant stop shaking and i feel heavy. like i feel the weight of my body and its making me evil. i just cant stop thinking about it and in trying to rationalize. im okay its okay he’ll come back??? i left too. i knew he was going to go. i knew staying wt his house for as long as i did was goinf to kill me once i went back. i knew i knew i knew. i know and yet its still as bad as it is despite how much ive thought about it. i thought ifnoring it would save me or acknowledging it and prepping dor it would but nope. not saving me. making it worse.

Its just everythint thats happened these past few weeks keep replaying in my head and its like jesus chrisr. what the fuck im never getting this back? the time i spejt wirh him these past few weeks r probabky somethijg i will not experience again. at least not for a long time and not to this extent. being with him for that long keeps reminding me of how much i cant like? function? without him? its weird like of course i can function. but i shut down as a person. im not. happy. i dont think. its just it really occurred to me last night and i still feel awful i didnt finish his hw. if i have time i’ll do it and ask him dor his like login and turn it in for him but no i sat there for a while and just. it was tfb. i know it was they make ne EVIL i just kept remembering oh hes leaving. in a few hours. i did not want to sleep. couldnt. but i couldnt be evil either because i cant do that to him??? its so hypocriticalcbut its just like no he was already crying earlier i cant worry him like that. im nonchalant…… though i know he knew its just like. im okay enough. i know i couldve cried last night. not saying i didnt i did jusr a little. held myself in front of the fan cause i was forcing myself to be cold to stay awake and then just. idk. prevented me from crying i think? its just i laid with him and i kept thinking. oh this is the last time ill lay with him like rhis for q while. to sleep here w him. kiss him and just be in the same space and be simple and go out late at night and talk about random shit and not get wnything done and just be. to exist. it makes me sick. why cant i keep playing house forever? but no fuck that i dojt want to PLAY house i want to live it. i think truly these past few weeks may have made me selfish. at my core i know how i am and he says it all the time but you give me an inch ill take a mile ? or something along those lines its nust like . i cant? ive been shown something. given an opportunity. a life for a short amt of time incwhich i finally felt okay consistently? without feeling condemned? sick? evil? not saying it wouldnt happen every once in a while. of course it did i just sorta pushed it away because im taking in all the time i spent w gim and basking in that instead. i just keep thinkijg of how i mustve taken it for granted and not appreciated it enough maybe.

i know ill get back home and feel it again. it’ll hit me in full swing because ik myself. ill sit in my room and reqlise just where i am. how my life is and i cant escape the life ive been given. my circumstances and my life and everything i know i cant escape that. i cant escape my mom at least not for a long time and rhats the thing that weighs me down the most. im just tryijg to truly fight the feeling till i get home ? i wont tweak fully till i do. i know i will though. ive been fighting the same (ish) tweak for the past few weeks. i knew and i know. where i want to be still seems a thousand miles away ^_^ and pretendijg we feel safe right here gets harder everyday …. Heh. heheh. heh. i cant

[the-whispers-of-death]

i could see actor!stone and actor!kali doing one of the podcast episodes just very very quietly and very softly while speaking into the mics cuz host!reader wasnt feeling well that day and was asleep in the other room, but the episode still needed to come out.

maybe the footage is just both of them still in pajamas as well, sitting on the couch with blankets and whatnot cause theyre also still half-asleep (reader kept them in bed due to the power of being cute and whining about it being cold w/o them both)

idk just a very cozy, bordering asmr-y episode. maybe theres a few interruptions when host!reader has a coughing fit or something in the other room and one of them just reads out short-stories or does a rapid-fire QnA based on questions submitted to twitter or smth for a few minutes while the other runs to check up if everything is alright cuz of how hoarse it sounded

kali, reading the questions: hm.. question coming in from from [x]- stone, coming back and sitting down again: i swear its like taking care of a sick dog, had to wrestle him into taking cough syrup. unbelievable. kali: hah, a sick dog youre head over heels for? stone: unfortunately

its probably a lot shorter than the other episodes they post, maybe like instead of 1-2 hours, its a 30 minute sick-day special

idk im in the mood for cozy fluffy sickfic stuff rn, and this is reminding me a lot of the jenna&julien podcast. just them chilling together lol. i bet the fans would also love the blatant domesticity of it all, that they dont care that its half as long as usual

~ rusty

Oh definitely. Actor!Stone gets up every now and then to check on you while Actor!Kali mans the mics and just talks. And then afterwards when Stone is back, they talk about their comfort food and drinks.

I feel like since he has to talk so softly, Kali's southern accent comes out stronger than usual. And it just adds to the soothing atmosphere.

There's shuffling on Kali's end and the fans think Kali's going to check on you, despite them not being able to hear you coughing in the other room, but instead he's just reaching over to Stone and they can hear the crisp sound of Kali pressing a kiss to Stone's hand.

And the best part of it all, which makes the fans go rabid? They can faintly hear a soft giggle from Stone at the kiss on his hand.

[aroace-poly-show]

follow up to my last oc rant: im gonna cover weiss and jex here since im brain rotting about them again sigh

also i tried my best with the sort of worldbuilding dont come for me if its not great this was for fun

jex’s illness specifically was inspired by this fictional disease thing i saw on pinterest and im so sad bc i didnt save it so i cant link it FUCK anyway specifically it was heavily inspired by the ink cough one. essentially jex’s body pretty much starts to slowly fail on them. throughout the life of one affected by this, they’ll slowly become weaker and weaker, getting sick much more easily (and those sicknesses tend to affect them much worse), having more and more violent coughing fits, being unable to heal very quickly/properly/more prone to infections, and blood from any injuries gets darker overtime, eventually becoming black. a lot of people often become eventually paralyzed. nearly everyone who has it has their expected lifespan cut incredibly short. those rare people that live longer spend their last days pretty much suffering. (no one really knows what causes it, theres rumors that it was a curse from an old dead god, placed upon the world in their final breath.. 👀 hehe)

stress tends to trigger jex’s cough but its not ink its like blackened blood. while they do tend to cough occasionally just in general, stressful situations will trigger a really really bad coughing fit, its worse depending how distressing it is to jex.

oh, and i forgot to mention!! weiss also has a sort of condition!! basically whenever they have an injury that draws blood, flowers will bloom from them. these flowers often help the wound to heal faster than if they weren’t there!! weiss was always fascinated by this, and (!!!possible tw: sh!!!) !!!sometimes would get hurt on purpose to draw blood and see the flowers bloom. its pretty cool having basically blood flowers that help you heal faster...until its like an internal injury then theyre an absolutely fucking pain in the ass to deal with.

so, weiss and jex were childhood best friends. they’ve been best friends foreverrr (and now romantic partners <3) since the one time jex fell out of a tree like a foot away from where weiss was messing with mechanical stuff. how fun!! jex had pretty much hopped out the window of their house after their caretaker left their room for like 2 seconds to grab their tea (which they absolutely fucking despise). before weiss can even say anything jex is just like “OOOOO WHATS THAT OMG” and just. fucking grabs the lil mechanical thing weiss was messing with.

weiss got pissed off at first bc “hey who are you why are you touching my stuff??” but then was overjoyed at the opportunity to infodump about her machines and stuff. boom now theyre besties. weiss used to help jex sneak out all the time. jex absolutely loved weiss for this, she was helping them live their childhood and god they’d do anything for her already.

weiss learned why jex had to stay inside all the time but it never really hit her until she actually witnessed one of their coughing fits. jex’s parents flipped the fuck out and weiss saw the amount of panic from them. jex had always played it off as it not being a big deal but seeing them struggle to just fucking breathe really shook weiss. the next time weiss saw them she made a promise that she’d find a way to help her, no matter what.

jex just kind of went along with that promise not thinking it was gonna be a serious thing, but weiss took that promise very seriously. she started focusing less on her interest in mechanical things and focused entirely on studying to help jex out. unfortunately…it resulted in them starting to drifting apart. jex was kept at home more especially since there wasn’t anyone to help them sneak out. eventually weiss hears about this group working towards learning more about their world, pretty much just scientists. she hears about one of their goals to help heal those illness that keep taking lives and she immediately fucking joins. goddamn shes excited!!! she can finally help her best friends!!! if only she read the fine print…sigh

so the group she joins, fucking sucks. very unethical experiments and projects but uh oh!! it seems theyre working with the shitty corrupt people that have wayyy too much power for anyone to do anything major about. so uh oh!!! no one’s coming to sue their asses!!! how sad for these (non)human lab rats :(

weiss had no idea about it at the beginning until shes offered a higher position in an important project, and she takes it bc she was told theyre working on the exact illness that jex has!! so of course shes gonna take that opportunity!! but unfortunately shes gonna be even busier, and jex wasnt happy about it. they already barely get to se weiss, and now they might not see them at all? theyre kind of hurt, and feel like shes treating them the same as their parents did. not letting them live the life they do have, just focusing on trying to extend it. it results in an argument between them, with weiss storming out. weiss didnt really get it, why would jex be upset??? shes trying to save them??? the fuck is their problem??? but she brushes it off and goes to start her new project, yay...

shes totally having a great time until she finds out just how far theyre willing to go “for research” (theyre really just pretentious fucking assholes who are basically torturing people and using “but science!!!” as an excuse). girl witnesses them recruiting fucking CHILDREN for these experiments and nopes the fuck out. and steals a child in the process. oopsies!! (she returned that kid to their parents and told them to get the fuck outta here) unfortunately!! they dont take kindly to people who know too much leaving their little group!! especially ones that also steal their lab rats!! uh oh!!

so weiss goes to see jex in the middle of the night, scares the everloving shit out of them, scares them EVEN MORE after she explains her situation, and they make up really quick and go on the run together!! how sweet!! (they make up properly later, weiss said sorry like a million times <3)

nowadays they travel around under new identities (their current names are the new identities btw i just refer to them in the past with the same name for simplicity [*cough* i didnt come up with previous names.. *cough*]). they visit bars and jex often does little perfomances and magic tricks there! if anyone's up to it, jex'll have a little spar with someone as well. they get by asking for tips for their performances. they often move from town to town, but they're fairly happy together <3 weiss is still looking around for any leads on possible solutions to jex's condition though, its how she got to know dorian. they crossed paths once and dorian was more than happy to help with her goal!! jex is here mostly to just enjoy themselves with their beloved. <3

notes:

jex fucking LOVES spicy food. doesn't matter how spicy it is, doesn't care how much they always end up coughing afterward, they will eat any kind of spicy food they'll see at any restaurant. (weiss has to beg them not to eat too much otherwise they'll be coughing for hours)

i think about them alot to "if i could ride a bike" - park bird/chevy , specifically in a modern setting. i love them dearly

i ended up writing...way more.. than i thought i had oh my god?? pls i originally did them first bc i thought they had a lot less but..jesus fucking christ man;;

[kissycore]

this is gonna be a LONG post but i gotta catch everyone up. i tested negative so i finally feel comfortable talking about the HELL ive been going through these past few days. sorry i cant post this as a read more, im on mobile.

my mother caught covid and was acting extremely irresponsiblly about it, so now my brother has covid too. that makes 2/8 people in my house currently covid+ !! and we have a two year old baby!

on tuesday my mother was really sick. feverish, coughing, and so congested you could barely understand her speech. she was watching tv in the living room, so i kept telling her to put on a mask, go to her room, and take a covid test. but she wouldnt. she kept saying it was just the flu, and that i was making things worse by upsetting her. i texted her that even if it is the flu, no one else wants to get sick, and the baby spends all day in the same living room where shes leaving her germs.

wednesday morning she sounds even worse somehow, so i make her take a covid test and it comes back positive. unsurprisingly. from that point on, im immediately pissed off because I FUCKING TOLD HER that she needed to mask and isolate the night before, but she didnt want to!!

theres eight people in my house, across four rooms. im the only one who doesnt have to share a room. my mother and brother share a bedroom. rather than isolating with my mother in their room, instead, on wednesday, my brother (hes thirteen) was hanging out in the living room, maskless. i gave him a bunch of masks and told him to wear one multiple times because he was sharing a bedroom with someone with covid. but he didnt put one on because he wasnt feeling sick. i text my mother to ask her to tell him to wear a mask, and she *leaves her room* to yell at me through my bedroom door that im throwing her under the bus.

thursay morning my brother starts feeling sick. unsurprisingly. now hes completely isolating in his/my mothers room.

meanwhile, since my mother tested positive, ive been isolating my room. ive only left, wearing an N-95, to get food from the kitchen. my bathroom is connected to my bedroom, so i literally only need to leave for food and water. and guess what!!!! i tested negative for covid last night (friday)!!!! im still testing again on sunday. i had to miss my shifts on wednesday and thursday so i might swing by work sunday just to put in my timecard if im still testing negative cause i rlly wanna get paid on time, esp if my check is gonna be two days short. feels like shit but whats actually driving me insane is how little my mother cares about spreading covid

[pattwtf]

After these weeks, even if I didn't log in so often as I used to due to work and family stuff so I really don't know exactly who has been harassed and how, I've kept reading how many people feel so disconnected and distant from this site that used to be a refuge and a place where we all agreed on the love for Pedro/Pedro boys and other fandoms... I always felt safe, I saw the love we all had for each other through comments, supporting the work of artists that have been around for more than a year in general (some more, some less), friendly asks, etc. Love was in the air... And suddenly (although there are always a bunch of stupid people everywhere, not just here, like that's nothing new), something has happened and everything has become uncomfortable for many people, who feel singled out and judged for different reasons by a group of some jerks with bad intentions, prejudices and lots of free time.

... I understand (for what I could find randomly) that they have destructively criticized authors and their writings for random reasons, like age gap and other things ... Others were directly plagiarized, others left months ago after suffering bullying because people hiding behind fake accounts made up that they were mean behind the backs of people who appreciated them... Yeah, well, many many creepy things.

In short, what used to be, at least for me, a place to enjoy the work of other users and support everyone I could so they could continue doing what they are passionate about... Now feels like a place where those artists want to run away from and even stop creating for a while...

It breaks my heart and since I don't know exactly who this has happened to, I send all my support and love to everyone who has been affected. And I encourage them to always go ahead with what makes them happy. Take the time you need, post wherever you feel safe, but never stop creating cause of some rude, cowardly, unempathetic cowards. Most of us, 99% of your audience love you, enjoy your work and, if they don't, they understand that not everything is made for everybody, and that's perfect.

The other 1%... Please, PLEASE, quit. It's not just about this site, it's a about how you make other people feel, about how you can be so evil you do this shit and don't even think twice before. Everyone here is a human being behind a screen. With their lifes, jobs, families, studies and everything in between... You don't know who's struggling and enters here to feel a bit better doing whatever they love, creating or enjoying other's creations. Maybe someone isnt having the best time of their lifes... Maybe they are having the worst ever, and you guys go and give hell to them... Before you reach to anyone here, think if what you're gonna say will help them grow, improve, feel good...

Or if, on the contrary, whatever happens to you has only to do with you, with whether you like or dislike something that you could have stopped reading... With your preferences, which you should not impose on others, with your prejudices or with your vital dissatisfaction, in need of confrontation and people having a hard time to improve your mood.

IN THAT CASE, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Please and thank you. LET PEOPLE BE. You win NOTHING AT ALL doing those things and the one you annoy with all that crap can lose motivation, inspiration, you can hurt their feelings... Is it necessary to write 828119k words to tell you this as if you were toddlers? REALLY?

Sorry for writing such a superlong post, and im sure i might've maaany mistakes there. But im sure all of you understand what I mean and feel as sick of this as I do, with all these great people dealing with this who knows why...😒

Once again, we all appreciate your efforts, hard work and creativity. Y'all are so incredibly talented... It'd be a shame to lose any of you cause of these assholes.

LOVE YOU

Promise I won't be this intense in a while but... Yeah.

[espytalks]

Im ready to talk about what happened on sunday. Long post under cut, and to save time, its mostly copy pasted from a convo with a friend, so the tone is a lot more upset than i am now. i added extra thoughts in italics, and fixed typos.

Tldr, i fell into a boat, sustaining minor (but worrying) injuries, and had a big argument with my brother. Everything's fine now.

My brother has a boat, we know friends of the family who has access to a river we can boat on. Hes my brother, i like spending time with him, and he enjoys fishing. Hes super excited about this boat, man. He doesn't have anyone else to hang out with but me, so regardless im kinda pressured to go with him. I want him to be happy, ya know?

And today, we went out, second time ive ever been in a boat, and the truck gets stuck getting the boat in. Not a big deal, we can call my dad later. I have a hard time getting in, but i get in and we have a fun time.

I have severe psoriasis, and the patches on my arms started getting sunburned, so i say we should head back.

Tides low. Man.

He wanted me to get out of the boat. Im fat, man, im short, im not strong. He kept saying i can do it, that i can get out of the boat myself, and that there wasn't any other way, but when i tried, i fell back into the boat, scratching my back and leg enough to draw blood. I landed on my brother, i feel guilty about that cause we were both pinned and i hurt him because of the fall. I barely manage to roll around and get up.

Editing me coming in: i only had his foot pinned. He made it clear when we talked about it that night i didn't hurt him. He was tense at that moment cause we almost capsized, and he was focused on holding the paddle in the water to keep the boat in place, and because of me he couldn't move.

We loose the paddles we needed to push the boat to shore, he uses a fishing rod to reel us towards the paddle, we make it back to a place we could get out, but he still insists i get out first.

I cant, man. Im tired, im still not strong enough, and im scared now, and pissed, and sad, cause falling is one of my biggest fears and it already happened once.

We were actually close to the ramp with the trailer for the boat, so since i couldn't climp up and balance to get on land the hard way, i decided to wade through near waist high water to get to the slope, cause it was easier for me to get out.

Hes pissed. I learned later he heard a gater was in the area, he didn't tell me this info before i jumped in, cause he didn't want me to panic (it would have liked to know that, bro)

Editing again: unrelated but apparently discord has a word limit. Ive never reached it before this point.

I get out, im tired, were both pissed at each other. He wont let me get in the truck to sit down ( i decided to respect this, actually. I coulda said screw you and got in anyways, but i know that woulda been too far)

I sit on the bench, he calls dad to come get me (dad later called me, i gave him more info, and told him the truck was stuck and we needed help) im cold, wet, lost one of my crocs (i have both back, they're fine. Crocs can float, apparently)

We wait for about half an hour or so getting eat up by bugs in the sun and Florida heat.

Dad comes, i get in his truck, dad pulls the truck (and boat, by this point my brother got the boat onto the trailer) out of the water. My brother hands me my stuff, and dad and i leave.

I feel guilty leaving my brother to himself to wrap all that up, but he wasn't too far behind us, i guess, cause he was home by the time i had finished a shower.

Edit: he told me later he needed the time alone, and i shouldn't feel bad.

I washed the scratches as best i could, and put antiseptic on them, but im still worried about whether its gonna be ok. I don't have insurance, actually, and us healthcare is notoriously expensive, so if i get sick from this, i might be screwed. Dad seems to think its fine, i wanna trust him, but i was sitting in wet pants filled with who knows what kinda river germs for almost an hour so. Ya know.

Edit: im probably fine. Nothing looks infected, its been a couple days and i feel alright, and im being careful to make sure i know if anything develops. I have anxiety, so im always gonna worry about it, but i think ill be fine. Also, my favorite pair of pants is kinda ruined. Bummer.

Its been hours since we've all been home, we've ate dinner, ive calmed down, aside from worries about my health, and i know my brothers tired and still a bit upset about it. I think hes calmed down enough that it'll be ok, but im still anxious to really address it. He doesn't like talking about arguments and stuff after they happen, so its hard for me to get closure from events, and it leaves me feeling guilty for a long time. I have issues letting go.

Im tired, im anxious, im sad, im worried about my brother, and i think i don't ever wanna get on a boat again, but im gonna have to, i just know it, if i want him to be happy.

At this point i had a message from my brother, asking me to get him something. Didn't make a bit deal about it, (didn't even mention to my friend what the message was about) but man, im actually a bit miffed, even now. Like,??? He knew what i went through, i was tired sore, and hashtag done?? We talked about everything later, and we're ok now, i vented and we're putting this behind us, but man, he can be annoying. My friend said some reassuring stuff, mentioned it sounded like my brother was pretty rude, and i added this next part on.

Ya know, the worst part?

My brother mainly kept insisting i get out cause he thought i was only holding back because of fear. I kept telling him i couldn't, i physically cant, cause im weak and i have bad balance. He kept giving me the "believe in yourself, you can do it" advice. He didn't believe me when i said it wasn't psychological.

He was rude, but its cause he really loves me, ya know? He cares about me a lot, and he had a lot of faith in me. He's there for me when it counts. He's also just. A bit bossy, and doesn't explain things well, and he thinks he knows best all the time, and gets mad when people don't listen to him.

Im not much better, im kinda a bit of a bitch when im angry, too, but he was clearly a lot more stressed than i was, but he absolutely thought i was panicking when i wasn't.

My brother can be a bit hard to reason with, especially in stressful moments. He kinda gets locked in a mindset, and its usually easier to just let him go through his own motions and let him make mistakes. It usually means i get bossed around. Ive been trying to make it clear to everyone i don't like being treated like a child, but its still something i keep experiencing. When it bothers me a lot, i go and talk about it when everything settles.

He tries to be respectful of me and listen, which is why i tolerate it. We have a good relationship, i swear, its just. Difficult. When hes good, hes great, hes a good person, but hes also got some genuine problems, and so do i, and we need to communicate.

I was really rattled yesterday, basic stuff was thrown off, and i had minor difficulty focusing, and i was really sore. I found a bruise i didn't know i had, and i don't bruise easily. Ive been keeping the antiseptic on everything that needs it, and they're healing well.

He says it'll be a while before we go in that boat again. He does still want to go fishing, but hes gonna take me to various ponds and stuff instead. I just wanna go to the beach. He joked about how we can fish on the beach too. He laughed at the dirty look i gave him. I know hes not that serious.

Also, we saw manatees! I have some video, but it doesn't show em well. Its sad how that was by far not the highlight of the day.

[ryuuseini]

I really need to get this off my chest I'm just... I keep being told "learn to love yourself!! You cant expect people to love you if you dont love yourself first!" And "what do you mean everyone leaves you like youre purposely ignoring all the stable relationships you've had just to play the victim" by my family and im fucking sick of it.

To the first point - there are times where people are so deep in their self loathing and hatred, been told again and again they are unworthy of love, that they need someone to lend a hand in teaching how to self love. Because not everyone can do so when the world around them is constantly saying otherwise.

And to their second point - fuck off. Yeah, maybe its not good that I'm grouping people who do care in the same category as the people who don't... but have you considered that like, shit like this is triggering? Having a friend who promised to be there for you legitimately ruining your life; having a friend who said she was your friend and wanted to hang out with you, but each time you made plans she canceled last minute because it was her sister's birthday that day or some shit (only to see she hangs out with everyone else just fine); a person who said that they'll be friends with you and when you're floored by the fact that they waited for you instead of heading straight to class after gym, said "of course, I said I was your friend and I meant it," only for them to randomly ghost you like barely a month after this interaction and just decide to act like you exist simply when they want to, which is never, and you're just wondering what the hell you did to cause that; to the nicest girl in your class telling you, straight up, "of course you don't deserve friends! You just transferred here senior year, we already have cliques and friends we trust, how do you expect to break that?"; to the person who told you that he'll show you you're worthy of being loved, only to proceed to blame you for all of his unexplainable anger; to the friends who you thought had your best interest but talked about you behind your back about how much they hated you, to the point they willingly harassed you because you decided to leave; to the friends that said they'll try to be your friend but got mad when you pointed out that they rejected every single attempt for you to get closer but kept saying "you can join this one server we have" despite me explicitly stating that I Did Not Feel Safe There because someone who had harassed and stalked me was still in that server and there were zero protections offered for me to even feel safe in such an environment, only for them to decide a person who was suffering from such pain deserved no friends and got all of our shared friends to leave me, despite this being a private personal issue between me and them that I handled privately; to being blamed for a grown man's potential heart attack and that being JUSTIFIED by others while you're still a minor; to just... so many other bullshits I genuinely cannot describe, each happening within the relatively short time span of 5 years. Don't you think??? Don't you just think for a second??? That my brain is conditioned to think this way??? And being told "stop trying to play the fucking victim and realize the friends you DO have" is just ignoring the fact that I literally cannot because the pain is far stronger in my mind than the opposite? But you do nothing but help, so whatever.

And then I remember my first high-school. How I was gaslit, not only by my bully... But by the adults who were supposed to help me as well. I didn't feel safe attending any clubs, and the one club I did attend because he wasn't there... most of the people made fun of me anyway, there was no point. He was in every club with me, and instead of working out a thing so I - the kid who frequently felt isolated - could have a chance to socialize, I simply was expected to just not participate. I was suicide baited the day before a huge school trip by a friend of my bully under my bully's name, and when I went to tell the teacher hey, this happened, can you make sure I'm not paired up with this student who was also going to the trip, my bully stuck around to hear that, only to corner me at my locker to lie to me that he did care I got suicide baited (despite the fact I had texts stating that he only cared if the girl who had sent the texts under his name was going to get in trouble, and not the fact that I had been told my life was essentially meaningless) and had a girl who wasn't involved in the situation, who I thought was my friend, back him up and agree with all his points until I cried that I wanted to die and he should just kill me. The trip got canceled for me, but he was still allowed to go on it. We shared classes together and they were working to take me out of my classes to make my health better. One of these classes was my favorite class - the class where the teacher treated me like an actual fucking human being, the class I felt the safest in, the class I would hide in even when the teacher was teaching a different class because I felt fucking safe, the class that I wasn't put in initially for some reason but fought to be in - and they simply chose to take me out of the class instead of punishing him. How the head guidance counselor, to my face, told me "how can you say your bully isn't a friend of yours? He took the time to skip a class because he was concerned about you, how is that NOT something a friend would do?" And how, when I simply couldn't take the abuse anymore, they kicked me out of the school, forcing me to go elsewhere, where I did. And I didn't make any lasting friends and people ignored me 90% of the time, and at that 10% they cared I felt like... I had to pretend that they didn't fucking ghost me 9/10 times... Only for that school to fucking shut down at the end of my junior year, forcing me to go to another high-school my senior year, where I really had no one... Because that girl was right. Everyone already had their friend groups... I couldn't be expected to break that.

I'm just... I'm just not okay.

[bronzebtch]

nervous energy ft. personal issues (warning: long af) under read. but really im fine! just nervous <3333

so actually. for those who dont know, i'm 25 right? and im asian. there is some cultural context in there but im not gonna elaborate. but like, in december 2022, i was on this job — i was an assistant producer for a documentary company — and i... long story short: i really did love the people we interviewed, the places we've been, and the crew i was working with. but at the same time, the very person who was from my company (cause we outsourced most of our crew) really.... sorta really did me wrong. and ah!! im crying again writing this a little haha. but like, what i got away after quitting the job was that i was .... just this horrible fucking co-worker.

and the thing is, i know i did good. i know i did the best i could with what's given. like i was on my ass everyday arranging the people / the places we're meeting (bc we're dealing with a lot of academics and historians and museum curators etc), making sure the documents are settled and prepared, and having to be on top of the crews' general health whilst making sure we were wrapping on time so we can get to our next location. like!!! i really wanna believe i did well. but i also know i made some mistakes bc the miscommunication between me and my co-worker was so, so bad. and it just.... it left me so scarred.

and i kept thinking, you know. it's me. if i wasn't such a bitch, maybe this wouldn't have happened. but i also know logically its just honestly horrible miscommunication, and it was both our first experience on a back-to-back travelling documentary (hes like,,, 35+ male btw). and my co-worker and i did sit down and talked it through, but i still.... i left that meeting for some reason, like. not the same. like idk how to say it. i got home, and i had one of the most awful breakdown i've ever had. (like, to the point i got nervous trying to pick out a shirt to wear bc i didnt know how to dress myself.)

long story short, ever since i quit my job (ive been unemployed since jan 2023), i have not touched my computer for almost two months. i was so genuinely scared of it. making rhea in late february i think was like, the first courage i had to open up my laptop, and i'm so happy i did, and i'm so happy the friends i did gather here were welcoming as hell. you guys will have no idea how much everyday you guys encouraged me to do something else besides just.. mourning for my fate. i got motivation again to create because i'm writing with many of you. but the thing is... i've been trying to apply for jobs but i cannot do it. i can't. i can't open my email. i can't open my whatsapp. it terrifies me!!! and i don't know what to do, because i want to have a job, i want to keep moving forward, i don't want to always be afraid, but i am!!!!! i am!!! and im so sick of it!!!!

i want my parents to be proud of me again!!!! i had so much potential and i was so smart and i was so bright, i graduated with honours and 3.8 CGPA, and now what am i!!!! im none of those things!!!!! i feel like all i am are my mistakes!!!! and im so frustrated!!!!! and i want to get my shit together so i can provide for my sister and i can go out and eat with my friends!!!! but my god, even waking up sometimes is so, so hard. anyways .... i know this is long, but - if you're wondering why i'm slow atm, this is why! bc im rlly hoping i'll get a job by april :(( i'm okay though. i just. i need to let this out somewhere.

thank u for reading. rant is over :')

[vander-affectionate]

softhearted bruiser

young!vander x reader

sequel to big-head and bull-head; vander takes you home and new beginnings are a whole lot of something

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you'll be blocked, 18+, smut, reader and vander are mid-twenties, reader is notably smaller than the six foot two man that's still growing, i tried to depict a lighthearted but short tempered vander bc that's what i think he was like, swearing, mentions of injury (not to reader), blackmailing (but reader is not blackmailed/coerced), mentions of blood, allusions to literature (the song of achilles and the great gatsby), vander gets so sappy (sm puppy love), dom leaning switch vander? i feel like this is long for no reason? vander's a bit of a cockblock (unintentional), wrap it before you tap it bc van certainly did.. did not, slight breeding kink if you squint, mentions of cum eating, oral fixation, hyperventilation (its not what you think), dumbification, and a very very polite vander who likes conscent, female parts and there might be mention of reader being a woman?? im not sure im tired

Walking on the street in silence with our hand in his pocket made you realize exactly what he reminded you of. Even when he expertly avoided being bombarded by a group of people with a wave of his hand and what is becoming one of your favorite smiles, there’s no mistaking it. There’s a certain feeling that you can’t quite articulate properly when you’re with him.

He nudges you, “Is there something on my face?”

You look up and he’s stealing a chaste kiss off your lips before taking off down the street and you dart after him. “You gremlin!” You scoff, trying not to waste much of your breath as he easily turns, running backwards so he can watch you.

“You’re faster than I thought.” Vander smirks. You swat at him and barely miss him, but he trips and falls on his back causing you to fumble.

When you open your eyes, he’s got his arms circled around your waist and he’s laying on the pavement as if he’s in your living room. He’s unfazed by your unimpressed gaze.

“You know, you’re really clumsy for someone who’s main income flows from showing off in a ring.”

“You fell, too.” He props himself up on an elbows and you’re trying to get up before someone sees you lounging with this shaggy wild man and thinks you’re both exhibitionists or something much worse.

“Would you hurry up?” You wriggle on top of him, but he’s smiling like an idiot while you attempt to move. “You still have scars you know and they’ll get infected if you keep-”

“Hey.” Your attention shifts to him and your writhing finally stops. He’s smiling still, it’s soft and chock full of adoration directed solely on you, caused by you. “I really appreciate you coming. It means a lot to me.”

You smile softly and his hand comes up to your cheek. “You know what?”

“Hm?” He hums, dazed by the smile you’re directing at him. One that he swears is for him.

You yank his hair and he jolts with a groan, tapping your wrist, “It’s going to rain, you’re going to get sick, and you know who’s going to be whining the whole evening about a runny nose?”

“Okayokayokayokayokay!"

. . .

Once out of the rain, he bows slightly and flails his head wildly so that water splashes everywhere. You knock your hips into his and send him shrieking when he falls to the floor. He glares at you and he’s on your couch, in briefs mind you, flipping through the books you’ve picked up every now and again. Scattering books over your coffee table kept him distracted while you cleaned his wounds so you let him make the mess.

“I kind of don’t get these.” He says thoughtfully.

“Well you’re not reading them all the way through.” You smile and he glances over his shoulder at you with a playful glare.

“Okay, well.. explain this one.” He stops to lean and pick up a book off the table. “I read the summary and this guy is second hand to a Greek king? A general, maybe, but halfway through he changes his mind about a war that I’m pretty sure he started and his lover gets killed. Why did he change his mind? No one had to die.”

You lean forward on Vander’s back, narrowly avoiding wounds and turning the book over to read the title. He kisses your cheek while you skim the small summary to rekindle your memory of it, “This was initially about principle. They abducted two women, his boss was forced to let her go and demanded the other be turned over for ‘compensation’.” Vander initially stares at you scandalized at the prospect of the women being treated like objects. You peck his nose, “You can rant all you want about the objectifying later, but this was about the boss not wanting to earn rewards and halfway through a battle, our hero initially chose the lives of his friends over making a point out of pride.”

He snaps the book shut. “But causing a war?”

You kiss his temple and go back to cleaning his wounds, “He had a principle and I think that turned into pride, but it’s been awhile since I read that book so I’m not sure.”

“That’s stupid.” Vander rolls his eyes, “He got a lot of people killed.”

You shrug, “Sometimes pride blinds people.”

“Okay well how about this one.” He holds up another book, “I read some of this. This rich guy has an affair with a woman who’s husband is already having an affair.”

You smirk at him, “You read some of it just to find out the juicy details, didn’t you?”

Vander’s ears are turning red as he scoffs and rubs his thumb over the book, “I read some while I was waiting for you to come back from work one time.” He shrugs, “Well, do you think she should’ve cheated? Or that rich guy shot at the end?”

You laugh and shake your head at Vander, “The book isn’t about cheating. It’s about happiness, I think.” You’re wrapping his arm and he’s staring up at you from where his head is lolled back to watch you. “How the pursuit of happiness dissolved into the pursuit of wealth. The guy the book followed the whole time basically thought dreams of happiness were ridiculous masks for something else.”

Vander turned to lie in your lap, making books clatter to the floor as he stretched his legs. You started to scold him, but sincerity and some kind of promise had made those eyes a kind of striking grey that reminded you of lightning over the Piltover skies.

“What?” Your voice seemed tiny compared to his gaze that held endless possibilities, endless hopes for the visualizations that passed his mind’s eye when he slept at night.

He wrapped his arms around your hips, unravelling some of the bandages around his arm, but this familiar closeness paired with the new meaning behind it made your breath catch.

“My dreams aren’t ridiculous.” He proudly smiles.

“No?” You smirk. Fingers drag softly over his scalp and he almost closes his eyes from your ministrations, “What about that dream where you’re stealing a wheel of cheese from Silco because he wouldn’t make you mayor?”

Vander’s face burns so bright you’re sure he’d have popped. He groans and buries his face in your stomach, forcing you to lean back on the couch. “I don’t dream about that anymore.”

You smile at him when he peeks up at you, “Then what ridiculous dreams do you have?”

“You’re not ridiculous.”

“What?” you retort.

You think for a moment while he’s staring at you, scoffing like you’re the one who’s forcing this out of him. He sits up with your legs casually propped on his hips and watches you a moment longer before he realizes you don’t understand. He grins a lopsided smile framed by those shaggy chestnut locks.

“My dreams are about you.” He leans down, arms beside your head and his hair falls around your face so there’s nothing but him for you to stare at. “So I think you’re wrong. Because if I dream of happiness and my happiness is you, then that can’t be ridiculous.”

His hands cup your face and he plants a kiss so tender that it makes your heart lurch in your chest. Your eyes water and you simply wrap your arms around him, pulling him flush to you. How is this the same bloke that mixes up Daisy Buchanan and Jordan for Patroclus and Trojans?

“But Pat Claus deserved better.” He mutters against your lips.

You snicker as he buries his face against your neck. “You mean, Patroclus?”

“Whatever.” He groans, but you feel Vander rut his hips against yours. He gasps against your neck and pulls back to gauge your reaction, “M, My bad-” he laughs nervously and his hands are rubbing into your waist, but you watch as his nerves melt away when he eyes the way you’re breathing heavily beneath him.

“You want to go back to reading?” You flash him a smile and his cheeks are rich with color all over again.

You think his hands will go for where your shirt has ridden up, but you jolt when his thumb is swiping your chin and down to trace your jaw. His gaze is already on you and those brilliantly gleaming, grey eyes are completely blown as they scour every inch of your face for a place to settle. But they don’t. They can’t. There’s no place for them to settle because that gaze means there’s nowhere for them to. The stars mismatch you, every beautiful sunrise or set that’s passed over the sky mismatches you, and nothing in his eyes, in this world will ever compare to the sight of you.

“I asked Silco what words I could use to describe something beautiful and none of them came close.” To you. None of the words sounded inherently close to what he thought of you. “I was disappointed that there wasn’t a word that could describe how pretty you are.”

You’re staring at him like he told you where all the missing people that cross the rich topsiders are hidden and still he’s caressing your jaw like you’re made of glass.

He leans down with a smile, “Can I kiss you again?”

You shake your head and push his face, “Where is all this coming from?” You prop up on your elbow and he’s rolling his eyes.

“You know, I thought I was slow.” He barely dodges when you swipe at him.

“Vander.”

“I like you a lot.” He shrugs and he’s palming your sides thoughtfully. His gaze shifts outside, but you’re careful when you turn his gaze back on you. He stares for a moment and his eyes drift to his hands that are on your legs and his brows knit together in a way that makes your heart ache.“It’s not stupid to.. to bare your heart to someone, is it?”

You rub his cheek and he closes his eyes, turning so his lips are pressed against your palm and uncaring if it tilts his nose from it.

“Why?” Your tone is careful.

“Is it?” He asks again and for a moment you think you might’ve lost him.

But you sit up, cupping his cheeks, and your touch is monumentally grounding to him given how he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and sliding his legs out from under him so you’re that much closer.

“No.” You kiss his forehead and his eyes open so that he’s staring up, cheeks squished from how much he’s leaned into your hands. “It’s not stupid to bare your heart. It’s hard to care as much as you do.” You smile and his mouth parts and eyes widen like he’s seen the moon for the very first time. “But it’s that much harder if whoever you bare your heart to can’t love you the same way you love them.”

He leans on the couch and you settle your arm on the back of it, one hand propping your head and the other running through his hair. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes they can’t love you the way you want them to. Sometimes you meet at the wrong time. Or sometimes their feelings are outweighed by your own.”

He opens his mouth and shuts it, playing with the hem of your shirt as he thinks. “How would one... carefully... avoid that?”

“Sometimes there’s no helping it.” You mutter. And your eyes drift a little, but he laughs and finds himself pressing kisses to your jaw.

“That’s not going to happen with us.”

You can’t fight off a smile when you hear him laugh and somewhere deep down he knows it. “And how do you know that, love?”

“Because we’ll make it work.”

He pulls back and the way his eyes are glimmering with promise and patience makes your heartbeat falter. “What if I didn’t want to hurt you so I broke up with you?”

“Break ups are mutual in this house.”

You almost topple over laughing. He presses a few kisses up your throat with a lovestruck smile before you’re continuing, “What if I told you I’m going topside?”

He scowls, “You know how long I’d have to walk just to get home?”

“Pfft, no. That’s why you’d stay home.”

“But Silco’s house would be so far away-”

“Wait, Silco’s house?”

You raise a brow and he nods, “Yeah, if you went topside I’d move with you, or maybe near you? I have to keep the creeps away.”

You run your hands through his hair, “If I told you I liked Silco?”

Vander pauses and he’s desperately trying not to pout, “I’d be happy for you.” he grits out.

The sight of you giggling makes his eyes soften and you lean down to kiss him.

He eagerly reciprocates, sitting up to press into you more, but your hand on his chest keeps him from overpowering you. He whimpers, hands on your hips as you move to straddle him and Vander huffs, looking up at you.

“Can’t rip those stitches on your back. Did you forget?” You smirk when his brows start to furrow in frustration as he tries to raise up again.

“They don’t hurt.” he pouts.

Those grey eyes are changing, darkening and swirling with more than the frustration you spot in his eyes. “They don’t?” You ask, lowering so you can roll your hips against his. He makes a choked sound, tensing and pulling your hips harder into his so he can grind into you the way he wants to.

A crack of thunder, much louder than you’d anticipated, makes the both of you jolt. You grab him and he’s holding you like you’re two teenagers that almost got caught making out. He’s laughing, pressing kisses up your throat and pulling you back into this haze you’ve stirred up in him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, pulling back and stopping what he’s doing to look you in the eyes. His fingers even guide your chin so his answer is clearer than a blue sky.

“Yeah.” You smile, “Yes. You can touch me.”

He buries his face in your shoulder and hugs you so you’re flush to him. “I like you so much.”

You tilt his head back and plant a kiss to his lips that turns his bones to jelly and makes him groan, “I like you, too.”

He’s already in his briefs you realize and the thought alone makes you tense because you thought his jeans thickened up the muscle that’s pressing into your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking down to his bulging erection that’s perfectly proportioned to his thighs that have you spread wide. It’s all mind-boggling because sometimes you forget how big he is.

“Nothing, you’re just no small feat.” Those words make that lopsided grin appear on his face for some reason and he just rolls that searing erection into the thin fabric of your shorts and you jolt with a moan when it brushes you just right.

His hands are rubbing your sides and between these languid kisses he’s driving, he still asks, “Is it still okay to touch you?”

You nod, but he grabs your jaw, eyes careful as they flick over your face. Then you see it and scowl.

He is so smug about it now.

“I need to hear it.”

“Screw yourself.” You roll your eyes and he drags his lips down your neck before mouthing up the trail with heavier, dizzying kisses.

He huffs and shrugs, “Fine.”

You’re tossed. I mean it. Thrown sideways to the long side of the couch and he’s palming himself like he’s not on your couch. “Ah, that’s nice.”

His head falls back and he fishes himself out of those skin tight briefs, shuddering as his cock meets the cool air. You almost want to scold him, but you decide you’ll play this game.

Your shorts are gone and you’re shimmying your underwear off with your legs in the air when he lurches from his spot to stop you. Obviously his plan backfired.

“I wanted…” His eyes land on you, exposed, and very much wet he licks his lips. “T-T-To…”

He sounds winded and you open your legs a little more making him settle so he’s knelt in front of you, dick half out and all because you’re sitting here in front of him.

“To what?” You smirk, hips wiggling a little.

He’s putting weight into the hand keeping your legs open and exposing more of you to his prying eyes. “You. You’re really really pretty.”

You swat at him, but he leans down and you’re reaching for him, but can’t quite make it.

“Van!” He stops immediately and clear eyes, hardly hazed with lust are meeting yours.

“Uncomfortable? You wanna stop?”

“No.” You huff, “Just- C’mere.”

He leans up, sighing against your lips like his cock isn’t pulsing on your thigh right now. He trails down your neck and back to your lips before letting out a laugh that makes you look at him curiously. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d get to do this.” He smiles, rubbing your thighs and pulling your underwear off before letting his hands trace feathery lines along your skin to the underside of your breasts.

“To what? Touch?”

He shakes his head, adoring eyes and a thoughtful smile on his face. “Fuck you how I want."

That makes your insides churn.

You shut your legs and stand up to kick your underwear off despite his whining, but he clams up when you straddle him again.

He’s trying to kick off the boxer briefs and they get stuck on his thigh so you lean back sliding them down. In doing so, your back arches as you hold onto his shoulder and your shirt, already bunched up because of his frantic need to have you front pressed to his, nearly exposes the underside of your breasts. You’re doing all this while pulling down his boxers and when you find he’s red in the face, he doesn’t know how to explain how beautiful that just was.

He’s sheepish when he smiles, the tips of his ears are the brightest you’ve ever seen him, and he’s suddenly very interested in you taking the lead.

He stands up with you in his arms suddenly and you shriek. It makes him laugh as he casually heads towards your room. “Don’t jump on the bed, you meathead. I had to get those reinforced be-bed… No.” As soon as reinforced slipped your lips a grin slipped on his face and he’s staring at you with innocent eyes. “No. No. I just stitched you up. “

“You have work tomorrow?” He asks, laying you on the bed.

“No. Why?”

“No reason.” The cheeky grin doesn’t fade when his thumb is at your entrance making you jolt and grab for his hand. “That’s good.”

The light touch he delivers to your sensitive bundle of nerves completely wipes you of the laugh waiting to get out of your mouth by the violent shiver that rakes down your spine. You don’t get to think when he’s knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. You don’t get to think about how he’s twitching on your thigh when your hips roll trying to take his fingers deeper. You don’t get to think about anything except how he’s stroking you so perfectly and making your nerves fray by crooking his fingers just right inside you.

He’s leaning up, hiking your shirt up so he can leave the prettiest colors over your chest in an attempt to settle the aching you’re thrusting upon him when you try to ride his fingers. You’re still tensing and clenching when he flips you onto your back.

He’s nuzzling the underside of your thigh, eyes rolling shut as he leaves harsh nips and slows his pace, bringing back to him and marking you as his.

“Can I?” There’s a flush working up his collar at the thin sheet of sweat over your body, the rise and falls of your chest and the way the bed is still settling from how carelessly he flipped the two of you- he needs to relish in all that you’re giving him. Your glistening folds and the way you’re slick is wetting the sheets because of him is tipping him closer to his end.

You’re dizzy and he’s kissing up your legs, thumbing over your puffy lips as he waits for you to come back to him. He doesn’t want to ask because it’s obscene. You flash him a grin in your fucked out state and he clutches your hips, not wanting to cross boundaries and yet he’s staring right at your clit and swallowing thickly.

“I need it.” He looks lost as he stares up at you and his eyes are lidded. “Fuck, I need it. Please, can I-” He shuts his jaw and sees you’re fucking with him. He scowls, “You know what I want.”

He’s glaring darkly now. Vander’s heart lurches at your breathy laugh and he groans, almost looking shy from where he’s got his face half tucked into the meat of your thigh.

You run your hand through his hair that’s getting damp all over again. “Ask for it.”

The slight buck of your hips makes him give immediately. It doesn’t matter that he’s needy and kneeling- you could make him do that on any given week day. He’s weak today and he needs you.

“I wanna taste. Now.” His voice is gravelly and you’re withholding what he wants on purpose.

“Why?” You toy with him. He groans and leans up so he presses his forehead on your stomach.

“‘Cause you’re sexy?” He says it like it’s blatantly obvious and to him it is. “I want you. I really want you. I want you to cum on my tongue first. Please.”

You widen your legs and his breath hitches and you nod. He’s waiting for it. You both know he needs to hear it and you tug his hair a little. “Yeah. Go-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He got his confirmation and he’s running with it. His tongue flattens against your entrance and the long lick he gives, grey eyes cutting at you makes your heart sink. You can practically hear his thoughts when he pulls back to lick his lips.

He’s not going easy on you.

Vander sucks hard on your clit and you wince, trying to squirm away, but his hands on your thighs have them firmly planted into the bed so there’s no squirming away. You shriek and the slight twitch of his lips against you is lost when you feel his tongue flick over the tip of you.

“Shit! Van-” Your voice is pitched and the arch you do in an attempt to shake from this intense pleasure does nothing to shake him.

It feels so good and it’s too much all at once. Your stomach is bubbling in a way you’re not used to and your hands fly to his hair, trying to to tug him before this unfamiliar feeling makes your mind numb. You’re shrieking, bucking,pulling, and pushing from his sweet pleasure.

His fingers are light at your entrance and Vander simply stares up in awe like he’s watching you pull stars from the sky and not tug at his hair. They’re slow to intrude on your quivering entrance and he halts the devastating barrage on your nerves. You almost fall slack the moment his lips fall away from you, but you’re moaning again; so full and loud it rivals the rain beating down outside.

“I need to cum-” He gasps against the lips of your cunt that are spread by his thumb and ring finger.

You can barely answer with the sharp, unfaltering pace his fingers keep in an effort to rearrange your insides.

“So cum-” You squeak out between pitched moans and Vander shakes his head.

“Inside. I want to cum inside you first.”

You yank his hair and it shakes his core. He groans, latching his lips to that sweet bundle of nerves and you lose it right along with him. Shaking as your mouth falls open into a silent moan and you’re trying to figure out whether to pull him closer or push him off of you.

He gives a couple licks more to your entrance before pulling away and sitting on the edge of your bed, kneeling yet again. You were about to tell him to hurry up because of this greedy high he’s put you on and then you see that he’s out of breath for more than one reason.

His stomach is splattered with thick ropes of white and washing down the v-line that’s more pronounced from how he’s tilted back at the slightest.

He’s dazed and twitching, half hard against his thigh at the sight of the mess he’s left on your legs. He wipes his fingers over his jaw and nods, “Trust me?”

You nod absentmindedly. He sticks his fingers in his mouth, tips yours open with his thumb, cupping the back of your head and your face burns when you watch a pearlescent string of your slick and his spit fall to your tongue before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

He frowns at the incredulous look on your face, “Do you not like how you taste?”

You huff and give him a few teasing pumps that make him shudder, “Do you not know how hot that is?”

He twitches a brow and you roll your eyes before giving his cock a squeeze and lean down to his cumstained skin. His jaw drops when your tongue trails up his lower abdomen and you kiss his underneath his navel. He twitches in your hand.

You pull him down and mimick that kiss from before, tugging him to meet you halfway and his ears redden when you pull away.

“C-Could you do that again?”

You laugh and go to move him underneath you, but Vander flips you onto your back. You scowl at him, “You’re going to pull something, Vander.”

He clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not old.”

“Vander.” You turn on your side and he sighs, leaning down, stroking himself and leaning his forehead on yours.

“Please?” His lips are quirked in a half smile and you groan when you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“It’s not getting any later.” You huff at him before he’s pressing his lips to yours, a victorious edge making his desire more contagious than it already is.

He spins you so your legs are on his waist and he notices your confused stare when he shrugs, “Only had you on your stomach so you’d forget about the stitches.”

You roll your eyes and are more than happy to feel his taut chest against yours that is far more plush. He squints at the shirt blocking his way, pulling it over your head and he smiles like a bittersweet, forgotten memory is being reminisced.

“I forgot about these.” He smiles.

He leans down to press a kiss to each pricked nipple. And whilst he thinks he’s discovered an oral fixation and a deeper appreciation for your body, you’re impatient.

“Vander.”

Your clipped tone makes him look up, still swirling his tongue around the nipple that's found a new home in his mouth.

“Now.”

He sucks harder just to spite you and you buck against him, catching the tip of his tapered head. He shudders and angles his hips away from you with a glare as he shivers. “I’m doing something.” he growls.

“Now or never, Van.” He stops and you raise a brow, but he merely switches up on you. “Want me to go find Silco?”

“For what?” He sounds offended. Genuinely.

Your fingers rub over your clit and you twitch. That strikes something in him. He swats your hand away, grabbing the underside of your knees and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Silco can’t fuck.” He growls, dragging the tip of him through your folds with a pressure that has you butchering a sigh. He aligns himself with the clenching hole of yours, “He can’t fuck you like I can.”

It feels like he’s pushing in, but he slips out and knocks your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.

“Can he?” His voice is low from where his breath fans hotly by your ear. “Tell me you need it.”

Your hand is at his hip while the other is entwined with his and as he’s propped above you, staring into your watery eyes that are nothing but desperate as he scans your face.

“Hurry up.” He mocks you with a smug smirk that you don’t have the energy to combat.

“Need it.” You mutter, barely audible against his ear.

He leans down, that ego of his inflates at how fuckable you look. He’s not expecting your legs to pull his hand with his cock in it against your heat that gushes against his knuckles and your lips are on his ear.

“Make me cum?” It’s breathy and everything after that is a blur in your memory.

He sinks into you inch by inch. The world stops moving and the room starts spinning all while your silky heat keeps just beckoning him deeper and deeper until his hips are stopped by yours.

The moan you give is throaty and unrestrained. He needs to get deeper and a switch flips in his brain when he sees where you’re both connected. Your slick is teasing its way down his balls and his heart feels like it stops when he realizes what’s happening.

Your walls, that are still trying to suck him deeper, are pulsing.

His hand tightens around yours and your flesh bulges between his fingers when he lowers himself closer to you. His hand leaves yours and cups your neck. Vander is shaking. You run your hands through his hair and see his face that’s flushed with color, brows knitted tight and eyes drooping slightly.

He’s as wrecked as you feel.

Even then he leans forward and kisses you hard. His tongue drags through your mouth, sucking and trying to reminisce in the taste of him on your tongue when his hips recoil and you’re whimpering right into his mouth.

“Van.”

You don’t get another word out because the second hips ram yours, it knocks every coherent thought out of your brain. He’s groaning into your mouth, cupping your neck a little more firmly so he can kiss you with this languid fervor that makes you shiver. The hand on your hip tightens and he does it again.

His hips slam into yours and you’re digging your nails into his back to ground yourself. He does it again and pulls out slower so you feel every vein on him and the curve of his cock.

When he finds a pace, you’re babbling and digging your nails into him so much that its making him twitch and he’s forced to break the kiss. He doesn’t care about the drool that falls to your chest, he just kisses it away and smears it on his chin before he grabs your hips and tosses his head back.

His rutting and the way your cunt is taking him so well, struggling slightly from his size and gushing all the same makes him twitch every so often. His nerves are on fire and he can’t find it in himself to snark a line at you or tease you at how you’re holding onto him for dear life and making his thighs so slick that he has to hold you or he’ll slip out of you.

The thought of slipping out even for a second is devastating and he buries his face in your neck. You’re not heaving so much anymore, but he tips back when he feels your nails lose their edge.

Your eyes are clouded and your breathing is uneven. He stops and cups your face with the slightest smile.

“It’s hot, right?” He pants and you nod dumbly. He laughs, wrapping your arms around his neck and rocking back so you’re both sitting up. He waits, kissing your cheeks while you catch your breath and before long he feels your hips buck.

“You.. You don’t wanna stop?” He’s asking, but you roll your hips and kiss up his throat in a way that makes his mind go blank. “Oh fuck-”

You keep rolling your hips and his balls feel tight. Stopping just then, being so close to the edge seemed to yank his nerves because now he thinks he might cum at any second.

“Shit-” He whimpers, hands gripping your hips as he falls back into the bed. He starts bucking faster than he did before and you almost slump forward, hands on his chest as you try to rock your hips along his pelvis.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers. His groan travels through you and his hand splays on your abdomen so he can strum your clit. “Fuck, baby, please-” He shouts as his hips start clumsily slapping into yours. “Cum-" he sounds positively broken, back bowing as his groans and hiccups mix with yours. And when he does cum. It’s brutal.

The way his hips are slapping up into yours draw out your orgasm and his cum fills you so much that after a few seconds it starts leaking down his cock. He keeps groaning and the grip on your hips would be borderline painful if you weren’t a trembling mess on top of him. His legs keep you from falling back and you’re sure that your shouts were heard by the whole floor.

When you both come down after lithe movements of your hiis to provoke the other, Vander flips you on your side next to him pulling out and you’re both holding each other like the other might disappear. His lips are pressed to your nape while your face is buried in his neck.

The rain sounds light compared to the heavy silence in the room, but neither of you are strangers to it. To the silence nor the rain.

“I need to open a window.” You mutter.

“‘S fine.” He says, tangling his legs with yours.

It’s warm like this. It’s not the first time that you’ve fallen asleep with Vander next to you or been tangled in his embrace. But it’s one of the first times you don’t think you could do without it.

. . .

In the morning, when you go to move, there’s an ache in your thighs. Your brows furrow and you bury your face against the warmth next to you before remembering exactly why there’s warmth beside you and why your thighs ache.

You crack an eye open and your blurry vision reveals Vander is propped up and you’re nuzzled into his chest.

“Good dream?” He smiles.

“Mm.” You're absent-mindedly agree and pull him down so his lips are on yours.

He kisses you like you’re made of glass and touches your cheek as if you’ll spook if he holds you too tight. He smells faintly of the paperbacks and smoke you associate with Silco’s apartment and more of leathers and cedarwood that are more his style. Vander pulls back, pecking your lips and cheeks and forehead before simply staring down at you.

“I was cleaning you up this morning and I didn’t get to tell you last night, but-” he shrugs, an endearing flush colors his ears. “You have the prettiest clit.”

You knock him upside the head and he laughs, falling to lay next to you as you give him an earful, but he kisses you again. This time slower and somehow softer than before. His eyes droop at the complacence that overcomes you afterwards and he can’t help but smile.

“Thanks for staying over.” You mutter, voice still laced with sleep as you stroke his cheek.

He leans down to nudge your nose with his. “Why? You know it’s instinct at this point.”

“I know.” You wrap your arm around his neck and he nestles himself between your legs. He’s still propped above you when you say, “I missed you coming to check on me. It gives me a chance to take care of you, too. And I missed that. You, I guess I mean."

He stares down, biting his lips, and trying not to let his eyes get too misty. His laugh is breathy when he buried his face in your neck. “You’re just saying that.”

“Vander.” You frown and tilt his chin up. “I mean it.”

He gazes as if he’s waiting on you to say you’re joking, but he’s letting out a ragged breath when you don’t.

“Then could we shower together?”

You grin and run your hands through his hair. “And breakfast, right? I know you’re hungry.”

He raises up to his knees, knocking blankets off you and you find that you’re still bare and at this angle you feel a little of Vander’s spend gush out. He grins playfully, thumb pushing the glob right back into you.

“Starving.” He licks his lips, but the bell near your door rings.

There’s a visitor downstairs and for some reason your doorkeeper won’t let them up. Vander groans a little, maneuvering off the bed and fishing out some clothes he keeps for when he stays over.

“It’s probably a wasted Silco.” He gives you a smile, “Don’t shower without me, I’ll be right back.”

He kisses you before he’s going out of your small building and finding no ones there. You live on the nicer part of the undercity and it’s not nearly as protected as it when you get deeper into it. No one should be awake given the sun hasn’t risen.

There’s light in the sky and Vander’s putting up his hair when he spots some kid waving him down the block. He follows, but doesn’t make it around the corner.

He’s on his knees and his vision is a little blurry. A boot on his back, in his stitches makes him groan, and a familiar face is in front of him.

“Vander.” The woman gives a wry smile. “Nice fight last night.”

He shrugs, “I wouldn’t know.”

She kicks him square in the jaw and he grunts, huffing at the smaller woman. “I lost a lot of money because of you.”

Vander gives her a charming smile and it’s bloody from her boot nearly knocking the taste out of his mouth. “Should’ve spoken to a bookie.”

She kicks him again and he’s really trying not to call much attention to himself because he knows if he might get arrested for ‘suspicious activity’. That and he’s not trying to have you thinking that he left you high and dry.

“You’re going to get me that money back.”

He honestly forgot about this part. When you don't go through with a fixed fight there are consequences from not following through. He didn't have anything to lose becore and now, well...

“How do you want it?” He asks.

The blonde laughs, feline eyes offering nothing but malice as they trail over Vander's face. “Yesterday, you would’ve told me to piss off.” Bex cocks her head and crouches in front of him. “Is it so that your capsized sweetie up there doesn’t get the brunt of your little mishap?”

Vander’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t answer.

“You work for me. A couple weeks of my sidejobs and throw a fight or two then we’ll call it even. I won’t even touch your new habit.”

Vander grits his teeth. Habit? He’s been around the block a couple times, but you’re not some toy he’ll give away at the drop of a hat.

And so he sighs. “What jobs?”

“Delivering packages, petting kitties, and maybe pilfer from the pilties.”

He hesitates, but the slender woman obviously isn’t satisfied. She’s about to kick him again, but he catches her foot and winces when spots he catches the eye of his banged up opponent from beside the muscle that had a foot on his back.

“Alright.” He sighs, resting his head on the pavement. “Okay, just… leave Silco and-”

She says your name and Vander bristles looking up at her. The brute kicks his side, nearly dislodging the stitches you’d done last night and he can’t stop the groan from leaving him this time. He hopes your window wasn’t open.

“I do my research, hun. If you walk out, I’ll knock you, Silco, and your piece of ass under the bridge, you hear me?” She waves dismissively for her goons and they follow, but not before the one he fought last night gives him a good kick.

Vander sighs, laying on the sidewalk and staring up at a sky with no sun.

When he sees you in your kitchen, the counter’s still messed up from your last argument and yet you’re smiling from ear to ear when he comes in. You’re glowing as the sun filters through the window in your kitchen and you peck his cheek, “Hey, who was outside?” you ask.

The swelling bruise on his jaw makes you frown and your undivided attention lands on him. It makes him smile softly and he kisses you, bringing your front flush to his.

“Silco.” he sighs against your lips. “Almost tore me a new one for last night’s fight, but he wanted to go get ready for his.”

You hum and kiss him again. He buries his face in your neck and now the only thing he associates with your smell is home.

“Good for him.” You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “I showered, but I thought I’d wait up on you to cook.”

He hums noncommittally, he’d be upset if he didn’t want you to see the blood trickling down his back from that lughead’s boot from earlier.

You’re in his shirt and he smiles at the slight limp you have but flashes of blood, of what could happen to you and Silco play in his mind make him quake. He steadies himself by coming up behind you.

He doesn’t want this life he’s building to fall apart before it's even seen the light of day. He needs this. This perfect life can't be capsized.

You peck his forehead and stroke the hair brushing your skin on the collar that’s much too big for you. “You alright, Van?”

He’s holding you like you might slip away. He hates that he's got something to lose, but damn it all if he doesn'g love it. He pulls you closer to him and prays that you don't feel the subtle tremor in his arms.

“The best I’ve ever been.”

[fuckingthefictional]

Runaway Lovers- Part 3

A/N- I’m slowly back on my bs after a loooong hiatus! Enjoy everyone!!

Runaway lovers Masterlist

The clock has barely struck half past seven in the morning, when Polly arrived at her nieces London home.

It was a shame that Polly didn’t visit Ada more often, she most certainly missed seeing Karl grow up before her eyes and not to mention the home in question was beautiful.

While the older lady lingered on her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the front door open.

“Pol?”

Ada’s voice interrupted the steady stream of thoughts flowing through Polly’s conscience.

“Morning love.” Polly stepped inside the building, a thoroughly confused Ada on her tail.

“Not to sound rude,” The young mother paused, “But what are you doing here?”

The older woman paused, stopping in her tracks, “Ada,” She sighed, “You know the whole Finn situation?”

The brunette nodded.

“Well,” Polly continued, “He wrote to me, saying he wants to see me- he said to meet here.”

“And you’re not telling Tommy?” Ada’s hands were perched on her hips defensively.

“No.” Polly’s short answer, suggested to the room how serious she was about this whole situation, “Finn was trying to get away from the whole Blinder business, and honestly I don’t blame ‘im- the boy was always destined to break away from that side of the business, I knew it from the day he was born.”

“He’s staying here in London Y’know,” Ada smiled softly, “Got a job and everything, him and his girl visit me every other Saturday- he seems really happy Pol.”

“And that’s all I could ask for love.”

//

Finn watched as the clock ticked, he knew he was being hyper aware. That he was planning everything down to second.

It was a habit of his. Apparently something his mother used to do too according to Ada.

Finn’s eyes were torn away from the small clock on the mantelpiece when he felt your hands place themselves on his shoulders.

“You’ll be okay love,” He felt a kiss on his cheek and the familiar scent of your perfume rush up his nostrils, as you nuzzled into his neck.

It was almost as if all of Finn’s worries melted away, it never ceases to amaze him- how one touch from you, caused an abundance of relaxation to flow into his veins.

“I’m worried.” He admitted, “What if Tommy finds out?” Finn uttered the one thing that had been playing on both of their minds.

“Then we get Alfie to sort it- We carry on as we have been.” You state, clearly attempting to navigate your way around the topic of Finn’s brothers.

“But what if-“

You took his face into your cupped hands and pulled him so that he was facing towards you.

“Sweetheart- listen to me.” You took a deep breath in and tried to calm your own doubt and nerves, “Everything will work out, I promise. It may not look good now- but I’m positive that in the end we’re going to be happy and in love whatever the outcome is.”

Finn nodded slightly, leaning in again to press a soft peck onto your lips.

“Now if you’re wanting to be on time, then you should probably start making your way over to Ada’s house.

“Y’sure that you’re not going to come with me?” He sighed dejectedly, his lips pursed.

“Look sweetheart,” you smoothed his collar for him, brushing away imaginary dust from his shoulders, “You know that I’ll always be here to support you- but this is something you should do alone.”

Finn nodded- silently, agreeing with you words. He placed one more kiss on your lips, before exiting the room.

“Fuckin’ hell you got it bad Y/N/N.” Alfie’s gruff voice appeared from behind you.

“I know,” You smiled as you looked through the glass panes window, watching as Finn walked further and further down the street. Before turning a corner and disappearing, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

//

Finn felt sick to his stomach, he could just feel the anxiety bubbling in his belly with every step he took closer to Ada’s home.

He kept chanting your words in his mind like an encantation

It will all work out love

He arrived at Ada’s street

It will all work out love

Finn walked up to path leading to the door

It will all work out love

His fist hit the hardwood.

It will all work out love

“Finnigan Shelby!”

Shit.

Finn had been expecting a snack or a proper shouting to. he braced himself for the impact of Polly’s anger- but it never came.

Instead he felt his body be enveloped in a tight hug.

It took him a moment to adjust, but soon he was hugging back. He took a deep breath, allowing the comforting scent of his aunts perfume to flow up his nostrils.

“You silly bloody boy.” She murmured in his ear, “You didn’t half give me a fright.”

“M’Sorry Aunt Pol- I just, I needed to get away.” Finn whispered, guilt beginning to creep in his chest at the worry he caused his dear Aunt to have.

“No matter now Finn, you’re safe and happy.” The older woman took his face into her hands, “That’s all I could ask for.”

A pause or silence dawned on the pair, before the red headed boy spoke what was on both of their minds.

“Tommy doesn’t know about this right, nor Arthur or John.” The mere thought of his older brothers caused Finn’s heart to start hammering relentlessly.

“They know nothing.” Polly’s reassured him, “I do not intend to say anything either.”

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and chest- like he could finally breathe.

He was safe

“So who is this girl that Ada speaks of?”

Maybe not

A round of coughs and splutters erupted from the off guard redhead, before he turned to glare at his older sister.

“You weren’t supposed to say anything Ada!” Finn grumbled under his breath. Ada just giggled guiltily into her tea cup.

“So you admit there is a young lady who has captured your eye.”

“Well I mean- I- Ada!”

Peels of laughter erupted from both women at the sight of the youngest Shelby getting flustered over Polly’s question.

Taking a deep breath, Finn relished the feeling of air in his lungs before he blurted out a loud “Y/N!”

Both women once again looked at Finn amused

“Her names Y/N, the same girl ‘I was seeing back in Small Heath.”

“The one Tommy told you to break off ties with?” Polly’s asked incredulously, “You’re still with the lass?”

The redhead frowned in disappointment at the words that escaped from his aunt’s lips.

“Does she make you happy?”

He nodded.

“Does she make life worth living?”

Finn nodded once more.

“Do you see a future with this girl?”

He nodded fervently in response.

“Do you love her?”

Finn smiled sweetly, relishing the memory of the first time you both said those special words to eachother.

“I do, and she loves me Pol.”

Polly’s sank down from her chair to Finn’s eye line, “then I give you my blessing,” she kissed her nephews knuckles, “I can’t wait to meet her.”

-

The journey back from London was an easy one, Polly made sure to keep herself bundled up and out of the view of prying eyes.

By the time she arrived back at the betting shop, it was far past nightfall. And the streets were empty apart from the occasional drunk stumbling home.

“Where the hell have you been Pol?”

The older woman clutched her chest in surprise, flicking the lamp switch on she was met with the sight of Tommy sat in an armchair by the slowly dwindling fire.

“Thomas what have I told you about always lingering in the shadows of my home.”

“We’re have you been Polly.” The iciness in his eyes was enough to make Polly feel dread.

“If you must know Tommy, I was out on ladies business.”

“Ladies business hm?”, he fiddled with the pocket watch that hung on his waist, “I wasn’t aware that ‘ladies business’ was an affair that lasted all day.”

“What are you implying a Thomas?” Polly could hear her own voice harden, her whole stature becoming like a block of ice.

“I’m not accusing anything Pol, I’m intrigued is all.” His words held an air of arrogance, one that demanded to know all that had occurred.

“If you must bloody know Tommy, I’ve been with your sister. Ada called me a few days ago and requested a ladies day.” Polly spoke sharply, putting her nephew back in his place, “And next time you attempt to pry into ladies business Thomas, be a bit more polite, you’ll get nowhere with a rod up your arse.”

—

The walk back to the Solomon’s residence was a lot less stressful than the departure all those hours earlier. As Finn walked he felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

It will all work out love

And it did, it had miraculously worked out- Polly was supportive of him and his decisions, his brothers were still in the dark to his whereabouts, and at the end of all of this he was coming home to a beautiful girl who loved him more than anything in the world.

As he entered through the front door, he was confronted by Cyril. “Hello matey.” He spoke lowly, “Have you been a good boy today?” Cyril cocked his head to the side, Finn rolled his eyes “who am I kidding you’re always a good boy.”

Taking off his cap, Finn wandered towards the living room- the fire was burning away and there was nothing he wanted more than to park himself in front of the orange flames.

What Finn was confronted with was a much more wanted sight, his girlfriend lying flat out on her back, fast asleep on one of the lounge chairs.

The redhead smiled, at the sight of the Y/H/C haired girl curled up in front of the fire.

“Y/N/N” Finn whispered softly, tucking a few strands of hair away from her face, “Y/N/N, love- I’m back home.”

There was a small groan in response, as Y/N rolled over onto her side still half asleep, “Finn?”

“Yes love?”

“Are you okay? You look close to tears”

Finn brought a calloused hand to his own face, sure enough there were tears collecting in the corner of his eyes, “Yeah Sweetheart, I’m okay- I’m just happy.”

“Finn”

“Yes?”

A small smile graced Y/N’s lips as she pulled Finn’s freckled face towards her own, “I told you everything would work out.”

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[otptings]

Oops

Idol; Mark

Genre; Smut

Warnings; slight exhibitionism, raw sex, nipple sucking, blow jobs, head (f receiving), choking, daddy kink (mentioned once), praise kink (implied)

Synopsis; You spill water down your shirt, accidentally making it see through and flustering your poor fwb, Mark

requested by anon I hope it is too your liking, thank you for requesting it means a lot to meet is 3 am where I am so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes ill edit it in the morning

Fuck. Looking down at my top I saw that it was absolutely soaked in water. Playfully glaring at Jisung I saw him look at me with an apologetic smile, the least he can do considering he made me spill most of my water bottle all over myself. Standing up I walked to Mark's dorm room. Looking around for a hoodie to through on over it I was interrupted by the door shutting. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Mark standing in front of it, his face a pale red.

"Are you okay?" Sighing I nodded my head before turning around to show him the full damage.

"Yea, my shirt is just absolutely soaked though. I'm borrowing a hoodie."

"Shouldn't you take the shirt off?" Raising my eyebrow I watched as Mark started to stumble over his words. Giving him a once over I realized that his eyes kept getting drawn to my chest. Looking down I saw that my lacy pink bra was completely on display.

"I mean it like you might get sick dude. Not that I want you to take your shirt off, not that that's a bad thing dude I just want you to be comfortable." Walking over to Mark I pressed myself fully against his chest, forcing him to lean back into the door.

"Do you like what you see?" At my words, Mark swallowed hard not knowing what to say. Smirking I leaned off of him and quickly pulled my shirt off of my head, throwing it behind me.

"If you wanted to see me without my shirt you only had to ask." Mark's mouth dropped open upon seeing me, we've been dating for a couple months but we haven't done anything more than make out due to the boys always being around.

Putting my hand under his shirt I rubbed down his chest, feeling his abs. Mark's breathing slowly started getting faster the lower I went. By the time I got to his belt I thought that he would pass out, his face almost completely red and him letting his awkward laugh. Undoing his belt, I quickly pulled his pants down, leaving his boxers in the way.

Rubbing along his cock I could feel that we was already fully hard just by my little bit of teasing. Looking up at him I rubbed my face against his cock, hearing his breath catch, whether at the sensation or the visual. Mouthing over his cock through his boxers, causing him to let out breathy moans, quiet enough so that the boys wouldn't hear us.

Pulling away I saw the wet spot at the tip, that I had purposefully avoided, was bigger. Playing with the elastic of his boxers I looked up at him again, seeing his head through back against the door. Tugging his boxer's down I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his cock.

He wasn't too big, but he was a perfect size with a curve to is. The tip was a light pink due to all of the teasing, and a precum was leaking from the tip. Not taking any more time to tease I wrapped my mouth around the tip, causing his first moan of the night.

Slowly going down I looked up at him through my eyelashes, surprised to see him looking back at me. I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, before I pulled back off. Licking all around the tip I flicked my tongue over the bundle of nerves under the head, causing him to let out a louder moan than the first.

"Sh you don't want the boys to hear us do you?" Quickly shaking his head Mark bit his lip. Turning my attention back to putting it down my throat, making my nose touch the little bit of stubble at the base of his cock. Moving my hand down I softly grabbed his balls, rolling them and lightly squeezing them as I sucked him off. His moans got increasingly louder the more I did.

Taking turns from sucking on the tip, to licking over his ball sack making him into a moaning mess. I felt his dick twitch again, along with a particularly loud moan and pulled off causing him to let out a little cry.

"I don't want you to come until youre in me? Okay?" Standing up I pulled Mark towards his heads, telling him to sit on it. Quickly taking off my shorts I straddled his thighs, leaning in to kiss him.

Our make out sessions normally were calm. Our lips move smoothly against each other, sometimes when it got more intense they would move faster. They were nothing like this kiss.

This kiss was full of list, him sucking my lower lip into his mouth causing me to moan. Licking into each other's mouth, feeling our tongues glide over each other, constantly fighting for dominance.

Suddenly Mark flipped our position so that I was on my back and he was in between my legs. Pulling away from the kiss, Mark pulled my bra. Placing both of his hands on my breasts, he slowly started to play with them, rolling his thumbs over my nipples until they were hard. Leaning down he placed my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard causing me to let a moan at the sensation. His warm tongue swirled around my nipple, while his other hand continued to play with the other one, pinching and twisting it. Switching his attention to the other one I whined at my pussy getting neglected, I could feel the way my underwear was sticking to my soaked cunt.

"Ma-Mark please." I tried to speak but it ended up being a high pitched whine. Looking up at me I swear if I wasn't already horny I would've been soaked.

Mark looked at me with almost pitch black eyes, blown out pupils. He looked as if he wanted to eat alive, and I wouldn't put it past him. I felt a little like prey just waiting to be devoured.

"You were so vocal before what happened?" He sucked a bruise on both of my breasts before moving his kisses down my body. Stopping when he reached my underwear, glancing up at me again before he took them off and tossed them. I felt exposed by the way that he was looking pussy that I knew was dripping at all of the foreplay he had already done. "You look so pretty. Why haven't we done this before?"

Before I could answer Mark licked a wide strip up my pussy, before flicking my clit with his tongue. I felt my mind going fuzzy at the intense pressure in my stomach. Reaching my hand down I ran my finger's through Mark's hair, trying to catch my breath from the intense way he was eating me. I felt him slip in two fingers, and my mind truly went blank. I tried to warn him before I came but the way that his fingers were massaging my g spot, and rubbing against my walls all I could do was release a moan before cumming.

Pulling Mark licked his lips, before letting a growl leave his mouth. I've never seen Mark look more feral than he did in that moment. Coming back up he smashed our lips together, shoving his tongue back into my mouth. I could taste my essence, and moaned into his. I hadn't even realized that he had taken his boxers off until I felt his cock pushing into my entrance.

Separating our lips I watched as he pushed into me, bottoming out in one fast thrust. Biting my lip I felt a little bit of discomfort because of the stretch but the pleasure from the foreplay helped.

"You can move." Mark lifted my chin up forcing me to look in his eyes as he slowly thrust out of me. Biting my lip I tried to hold back my moans, finally remembering that the boys were in the other room. But Mark had different plans.

Without warning Mark started thrusting into me quickly, his hips meeting mine causing the sound of my wetness, and skin on skin to echo throughout the room. His thrusts were powerful that if it weren't for him holding me in place I would've been up by the head board.

"You don't know how I long I've been waiting for this baby." His hand went from my chin, to holding my cheek rubbing his thumb across it. The moment becoming more intimate.

"You're so gorgeous, I wish you could see how you look right now. So needy. Your pussy is sucking me in, you're so tight." Leaning down so he was beside my ear, I could feel his breath hitting my neck. Felt myself squeeze around him when he let out a groan directly beside my ear.

"You're doing so good for me. So pretty, my pretty girl. All mine." His thrusts slowed but never lost any of their power.

"All mine, your pussy is mine. Your heart is mine, all of you." His words combined with how he was thrusting into me, caused my eyes to roll back. I felt a shiver through my body, I never thought sex with Mark would be this good.

Sitting up Mark grabbed my thighs, pushing them further back. Leaning forward he started his fast thrusts again, grinding against me when his dick was bottomed out. I felt my orgasm coming again faster than before. The way his dick was massaging my walls, and the sensitivity from the previous orgasm. Sliding my hand down I rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts.

"Daddy I-im cumming." I didn't even realize what I let slip, until Mark's thrust got impossibly faster. He pushed my legs farther back, causing his dick to hit deeper.

"Cum for me." After two more thrusts I felt my thighs start to shake, as my orgasm hit. A couple more thrusts, and then Mark pulled out, jerking himself quickly before cumming on my stomach.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, opening them when I felt something warm and wet against my stomach. Opening them I saw that Mark was cleaning me up with a wash rag. Tossing the wash rag on the floor Mark slid into bed with me, tugging a clean blanket over us. Pulling me into his chest, I felt myself instantly pass out.

-

Little did I know the Dreamies had left for their dorm, after hearing the first moan. Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeyong, and Yuta had come back to the 10th floor, and had actually heard the whole thing.

Johnny and Jaehyun were proud of him.

Yuta was turned on.

Taeyong was disappointed in everybody, and questions his life.

[queenshelby]

A New Life

Part Eleven: Wrestling

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,486

Warning: Smut

Two weeks had passed since your trip to Kerry and you believed that Laura had finally realised that Cillian was not interested in her.

But, even if she was, this didn’t change anything between you and Cillian as you continued to hide your little affair with each other. One could hardly call it an affair though. You were friends. Friends with some benefits and tonight was one of those nights he visited you after Max had gone to bed.

You only had four weeks left with each other before you would return back home to Australia and you most certainly wanted to make the most of the time you had left.

Unfortunately, Cillian could never stay over which was something that bothered you and you always wondered whether it bothered him too. But if Max knew, everyone else would know too, so, after you had slept with each other, he would normally leave and then pretend the next day that nothing had happened.

Whilst, as an actor, this was easy for him, you struggled with it, wanting to kiss him and touch him when you were amongst friends. But that clearly wasn’t part of the deal and all intimacy was reserved for when you were alone with each other.  

Because of this, you couldn’t keep your hands of each other when he finally did come and visit you and tonight was no different.

Within ten minutes of Cillian’s arrival, you were both completely naked on your bed and Cillian’s hands were on your thighs, spreading your legs further as he went straight to work with his tongue.

You moaned as the heat of his tongue mixed with the cool night breeze and Cillian moaned as he plunged his tongue inside you, tasting you. He made short work of bringing you to an orgasm leaving you breathless and needy for more.

‘Fuck you are so good at this’ you huffed out as you slowly came down from your high but Cillian didn’t give you any time to relax.  

‘Turn over’ Cillian growled and you complied with his request and went onto all fours, wiggling your ass suggestively.

‘Take me Cillian’ you groaned as Cillian ran his hand over your bare back and down over your ass. ‘Cillian, please... I need you inside me’ you demanded.

You had spent all day together and couldn’t touch or kiss, but now you were desperate and needed to have him.

‘As you wish’ he smirked as he pressed the firm head of his cock against your opening.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as he held your bare hips and pushed his length inside you from behind.

Being pressed against the pile of pillows in front of you made you feel fuller somehow and you pushed back against him with his thrusts, hungrily taking every inch of him. He moved his hands up to hold your shoulders as he pumped his cock into you, causing you to moan loudly.

‘Ssh Love, you have to be quiet’ he reminded you while covering your mouth with his hand despite the fact that the noises you made spurred him on.

‘Fuck me harder’ you demanded, moaning into his hand, and it wasn’t long until he was pounding you roughly from behind.

While Cillian kept one hand on your mouth, he reached under you with the other to pinch your nipples, sending you over the edge again.

‘Oh god yes yes yes’ you groaned into the palm of his hand as your orgasm washed over you and, within moments, Cillian cried out as well as he came and filled you with his warm cum from behind.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as his cock was pulsating inside you and his cum mixed with your own liquids before running down the inside of your thighs.

But, just because he came, didn’t mean that he was done. He had great stamina and, shortly after he pulled out of you, you found yourself beneath him.

‘Eager are we, Mr Murphy?’ you asked, causing Cillian to smirk.

‘Always Y/N…I just love being inside of you’ he said and, just as he did, you whimpered as he drove into you again as deep as he could. You couldn't think straight enough to say anything by this point, but he didn't seem to be waiting for a response.

‘Fuck Cillian, I'm going to cum...’ you gasped after another fifteen minutes of passionate love making and, just as you did, he adjusted his position which allowed the area above his cock to rub against your clit as he thrusted into you with circular motions.

‘Yes, fuck…yes’ you moaned loudly as you came again, hard and fast, forgetting all about Max sleeping in the room next to yours.

Ignoring how loud you were, Cillian continued to pound into you and you cried out again while running your tongue across his neck and throat.

Cillian growled and increased the speed and force of his thrusting, making you cry out even louder as he dragged out your orgasm.

When you finally came down from your high, but Cillian hadn’t reached his just yet, you thought about something different, something you had read about in a magazine the other day.

You wrapped your legs around Cillian’s waist as he continued to fuck you, indicating to him that you didn’t want him to change positions which was what he would usually do after you came.

Then, you pulled him close for a passionate kiss while you reached between the two of you to collect some of the slick juices from your extremely wet core while feeling his cock thrusting in and out of you with your fingertips before playing with his tight balls.

The sensation of your fingers running over his balls made him groan into your mouth but, little did he know that you hadn’t reached your destination yet.

After teasing him a little, you moved your hand away from in between you and ran your wet finger through the crack of his ass while he continued to make love to you.

Then, slowly and carefully, you slid your finger into his tight hole. Just a little bit at first and, after he groaned again loudly into your mouth in between passionate kisses, you added a bit more.

The sensation overwhelmed Cillian completely and he broke the kiss to let out a loud groan while his chin dropped open.

‘Does that feel good?’ you asked as Cillian’s movements became more erratic and his moans became louder and louder by the second.

‘So good...’ he murmured, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. ‘I'm going to cum inside you so hard...’ he then huffed out and you were incredibly turned on simply by the thought of it.

‘Oh god yes…fill me up... Cillian I want you to fill me with your cum’ you moaned, racing closer towards another orgasm yourself.

Cillian grunted, fucking you hard, his cock wrapped in your snug pussy while your index finger was buried in his ass, teasing him.

You could feel the layer of sweat between you, making everything feel dirty as your slick skin rubbed together. You gasped again and shouted out his name as, suddenly, you came again and Cillian grunted several times, as thick bursts of cum filled your tight pussy once more. You could feel his legs trembling as he rode out his orgasm and you kissed him and pulled him close, too exhausted to move.

Eventually, when you both came down from your high, you removed your finger and Cillian pulled out of you which is when, suddenly, you heard a noise coming from near the bedroom door.

Quickly, you pulled the doona over you both which is when you noticed Max opening the door.

‘What are you guys doing?’ he asked, rubbing his eyes before telling you that he had been hearing some weird noises coming from your bedroom.

‘Uhm…Max…uhm’ you stammered, cheeks flushing red, unsure what to say.

‘You guys look funny and all sweaty. Are you sick?’ he then asked and you continued to stammer something of no substance ‘And why is Cillian in your bed? Is he sleeping here tonight? Why didn’t you tell me?’ Max then asked which is when, finally, Cillian responded to his many queries.

‘We were wrestling’ Cillian said with an awkwardly serious facial expression, causing you to swallow your giggle.

‘Why?’ Max then asked.

‘Because it’s a sport I’ve taken up and your mum is helping me train’ Cillian explained, causing Max to nod.

‘Why do you wrestle in mummy’s bed without wearing any clothes though?’ he then asked and Cillian took a minute or two to find an explanation.

‘You guys are weird’ Max finally observed before asking for a glass of water.

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