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milkywaygalaxygurl · 3 months

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In Another Life - Finnick Odair

oh lord i did not mean for this fic to end so sadly and turn out so angsty, but i simply don’t think they’d ever truly get a happy ending in this situation no matter how much i wish they could:’) i really hope y’all like this

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Female!Reader

Warnings: finnick is possibly ooc?, talk of sexual trauma, talk of finnick’s past, y/n also has a bad past, probably cursing, so much angst and there is not a happy ending

Word Count: 2.37k

Description: (i suck at descriptions i’m sorry if this sucks lol) Finnick meets Y/N and thinks she’ll be just like everyone else, vying to get her hands on him and use him just like all the others. So, he puts on his ever charming smile and flirtatious personality. Y/N isn’t into his advances and walks away. They eventually discover that they’re more similar than they think, forming a friendship and eventually falling in love.

Being a young girl from the Capitol, you were no stranger to the evil that lived within the rooms of fancy homes and danced at extravagant parties. You weren’t clueless about the hands that never seemed to know boundaries, about the voices that spoke far too loudly and confidently about vile things. You had always seen it, always known about it. It wasn’t until the age of 14 when you became acutely aware of it. It was a memory you didn’t like to dwell on, but it did haunt you.

Finnick was a stranger to these “secrets” that lived within the Capitol walls before he won his games. He naively believed that all burdens, all hardships, were left behind the moment he left the districts and won his games. It wasn’t until the first time it happened that he realized he was wrong. In that moment, Finnick promised himself that he’d never be so naive again. He learned to realize who wanted to use him, taught himself to plaster on a fake smile and offer himself up on a silver platter because it made him feel as if he had some semblance of a choice about the things being done to him.

You didn’t meet Finnick until you were nearly 20 years old. By then you had learned to spot the eyes that seemed to linger for too long and hands that were eager to grab. You had also learned to fight back, you didn’t care of the repercussions and the way you were ostracized because of it. You were finally untouchable, even if it was at the cost of your reputation. You were standing along the wall at yet another fancy dinner party, one your parents had dragged you to because “You need to at least try to salvage your reputation, Y/N!”

Finnick had stumbled out of a hallway, fixing his hair and straightening his clothes, when you first saw him. You knew of Finnick, knew of his lovers that he’d seemed to have an abundance of every single time he visited the Capitol. You didn’t mean to stare at him for so long, you truly hadn’t, but even you could admit that it was hard to look away from him. You understood why everyone called him the Capitol’s pretty boy. Your staring had caused him to notice you, to plaster on a grin as he approached where you stood.

Finnick thought you were beautiful, breathtaking even, but the second he saw the way your eyes lingered he knew you would be just like the rest of the twisted people inside this house. Maybe you were interested in getting your hands on him tonight and though you couldn’t offer any valuable secrets like the woman he left in the other room, at least you were prettier than most of the women he’d allowed to use him. He made his way to you, ready to put on the show everyone loved to watch.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met.” His voice is sultry, his eyes raking your body. As he looks into your eyes, he feels a split second of familiarity before your expression switches to one of disgust. He can’t quite seem to place why your eyes seem familiar, maybe he had seen you before and just doesn’t remember.

“Don’t act like you weren’t staring at me from across the room, pretty girl. Don’t be shy, what’s your name?” His next sentence causes you to physically recoil from him, stepping away as you ball your hands into fists.

“My name is Y/N and I am walking away from this conversation, do not follow me.” Your voice is harsh as you step back once again, swiftly turning to escape out of the nearest exit. Finnick is taken aback as he watches you leave the party, the smile wiped off of his face as his mouth hangs open slightly.

“Don’t take it to heart, that girl is practically off limits with how vehemently she hates men. I’ve been trying for years, believe me.” An old man chuckles and claps Finnick on the shoulder, causing him to turn and look at the man. He raises an eyebrow, encouraging the man to explain further.

“Only a few people have ever gotten their hands on her, whether she was willing or not.” The man laughs heartily, in a way that only someone purely evil at heart could after saying something like that. Finnick forces himself to laugh before excusing himself from the interaction, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

It wasn’t until months later that Finnick saw you again. You look just as breathtaking as you did the last time, though he couldn’t help but notice the way you surveyed the room and shied away from any man in your vicinity. He suddenly understood why your eyes seemed so distinctly familiar, they held the same look as his own when he was on the lookout for people who wished to get their hands on him. For a split second, he was jealous that you had the privilege to fight back and say no.

He never had that choice, the ever present threat of what Snow would do haunting his every decision. Without realizing it, Finnick had began to walk towards you. By the time he stood in front of you, all jealousy of your privilege had dissipated. He simply was angry at the Capitol for making either of you go through these things. It takes you a second to realize he’s standing in front of you, but the second you do your body goes rigid.

Finnick is quickly spitting out a sentence before you have the chance to walk away, not wanting you to be scared of him. “I’m sorry for our last interaction, I shouldn’t have acted like that. Can we have a do-over, one where I don’t make a complete ass of myself?”

You look shocked by his apology, something that causes a harsh pain to stab through Finnick’s heart. Though he can tell your guard is still up, you seem willing to listen to him.

“My name is Finnick, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out to you, hoping with everything in him that you’d take it. You stare at him for a second before sighing, reaching out to shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Your smile is timid, almost scared, as you take your hand away from his. You didn’t know what this man’s intentions were, but he seemed to be kinder than most about his evil intentions if he had any.

“I apologize again for our last interaction, I’m a little too used to everyone wanting me.” He smiles sheepishly, almost sadly, as he looks at you. Everything clicks in your head when you see that smile, suddenly understanding the boy who stands before you. Your heart aches, your stomach turning as you are forced to wonder the horrors they put him through after he won the games.

You realize suddenly that you are simply two different examples of what sexual abuse does to a person. Finnick sees it all click in your head, the way your eyes become sad with understanding and seeing the walls you built so high crumble. He’s scared for a moment that you’ll turn away again, repulsed by him.

“Would you like to go for a walk with me, Finnick?” Your voice is soft as you speak, as if you’re scared to speak too loudly and scare him away. He nods instead of answering verbally, simply holding his arm out for you to take. Other partygoers watch the exchange, whispering amongst themselves as they watch you leave with Finnick.

The walk begins with the exchange of traumas, things neither of you have ever talked about to another living soul. You both shed tears, offer words of comfort, do anything to hold each other together as you stroll along the dark streets of the Capitol. Eventually, you find yourself walking him to your home. When you’ve both settled into the couch, you suddenly take in the fact that you have never felt so safe with anyone before. Your heart leaps, your eyes welling with tears again.

Finnick notices, reaching a hand out to grab your own. You are struck with the realization that he is the only man to have touched you without the intention to hurt you, to abuse you. This only brings on more tears as you chuckle.

“These aren’t sad tears, I don’t quite understand why I’m crying.” You sniffle, giggling again as you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your dress.

“You’re the first person who’s ever treated me like a human being and it’s causing me to feel a lot of things.” You laugh again and Finnick chuckles sadly beside you, rubbing the back of your hand softly with his thumb.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re the first Capitol citizen to make me feel like I matter for more than what I can do in bed.” You both giggle, neither of you quite understanding why it is funny but laughing nonetheless. You’d learned over the years that laughing about the pain made it slightly more bearable.

“Gosh, look at us.” You guys fall into a fit of laughter again, both of you wiping away tears when you finally calm down. After a beat of silence, the conversation picks back up. You move on to lighter subjects, talking about interests and hobbies. By the time the sun is rising outside your window, you consider Finnick one of your best friends.

“I go back to District 4 today.” He says softly, watching as the sun slowly peaks over a tall building.

“I’d say I can’t wait for you to visit again but I’d feel bad saying that.” Your comment makes Finnick smile, shaking his head.

“I’ll say it then, I can’t wait to come back and visit you. Even if it means I have to play into Snow’s games, at least I’ll see you at the end of it all.” You lunge at him in that moment, holding him tightly.

“Thank you, for seeing me as a human and letting me know I’m not alone in this awful place. I wish I could help you.” You say it softly as you embrace him, trying not to cry before you finish speaking.

“You don’t have to thank me for being a decent human being, sweetheart.” His hold on you tightens, his heart fluttering in his chest.

After arranging to keep in touch through calls, he kisses your forehead and leaves to go back to his home in District 4. You spend months calling and seeing each other in person when possible, the love between you growing with every conversation and every visit. It was nearly a year now since you’d met Finnick and you could confidently say that you were in love with him. He was unlike anyone you’d ever met before, his charm and humor making it hard to not fall for him. He was so intelligent, so loving despite the horrors he’d witnessed and experienced.

Finnick had known since the first night that he was going to fall in love with you, but he had never expected it to be so deeply. You were a beautiful soul inside and out, he admired your resilience and your strength to stay true to yourself no matter the expectations the Capitol pushed on you. You never failed to amaze him with the way you carried yourself so confidently and how you fought to stay pure hearted amongst the evil that festered within the Capitol. Finnick found himself wishing even more that he could escape the clutches of Snow, to be able to be with you properly and to love you without having to continue to exploit himself for secrets.

It was a visit just like any other when you had confessed to Finnick, your hands fidgety and your face red as you told him how deeply you love every single part of him. He swore he had never felt happier in that moment, but it only lasted as long as he let himself live within the delusion that he could properly be with you.

“I love you with every single part of my being, but this just wouldn’t work. Snow would never let me be with you, he’ll never let me out of his grasp. If I’m tied down then it will be harder for me to gain secrets for him, to get some of these women to sleep with me. I want this, I want us, I really really do. It’s just not possible.” His eyes well with tears as he speaks, his voice wobbly and his hands shaking as he reaches out to hold your own.

“My dad is a high ranking official, he knows all of these people you get secrets from. What if..What if we were able to convince President Snow that you could still gather secrets without having to sleep with these women? You’d be marrying into a high ranking family, you’d have access to these people’s home and their whole lives. I would even help you. I would do anything to be with you Finnick.” You squeeze his hands, trying not to cry as you see a tear streak down his cheek.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Snow isn’t exactly the bargaining type and I don’t want him to hurt you or your family.” He looks at you sadly, his heart breaking into pieces at the thought that he may never escape and get to love you like he wants. A sob escapes your throat, the sound strangled and painful, as you accept that this will never end the way you want.

“I wish we could have met in a different time and place, as different people,” Your voice is strained, another painful noise escaping your throat as you shake with the force of it. “I think I’d fall in love with you in every lifetime, if there are others after this one.”

A sob escapes Finnick’s own throat as he pulls you into his lap, holding you tightly. “I hope there are, Y/N. I hope in at least one we get our happy ending.”

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dukeofdelirium · 3 months

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I saw this anti-Kataang post saying Katara is 14 going on 25 and Aang is 12 going on 8. And honestly this really pissed me off, the invalidation of Aang’s trauma and the adultification of Katara honestly grosses me out. It’s such a shameful mischaracterization and flanderization of both characters. Zutara stans like these are such fake fans, they don’t care about the show, they don’t care about Katara just their own fanfic version of Katara they can project onto.

https://www.tumblr.com/linnoya-writes/708121534055759872/kataang-but-its-only-a-2-year-age-difference?source=share

imma be real this is the weirdest shit I ever read 😭

“Aang plays with Momo while the other kids drink TEA like sophisticated ADULTS and play GAMES that require CRITICAL THOUGHT !!!! REEEEE”

Aang knows how to play pai sho…… we literally saw him playing it in book 1 episode 12: The Storm…. Fuckin moron @ OP 🤦🏻‍♂️

Also the weird commenting on what Aang would theoretically know about genitalia and sex is … odd…. And it’s also so strange to me that people think Aang would be some naive idiot who knows nothing about the world let alone about sex at his age.

The air nomads were very sexually open in ways that none of the other cultures are in ATLA. This is canon. They were a sexually free people, lol. So saying that Aang would have no concept of these things because he’s too “immature” to know about it is not aligning with what we know of his people and culture. We also know that Katara and Aang married and had a child together when they were pretty young, so… this whole argument is so strange lmao. Adding onto this, Aang traveled the world and frequently at that and we can assume he did so solo. He had way more life experience and knowledge by the age of 12 than Katara or Sokka combined, who had never even set foot outside their village. If any of these two characters is naive about sexuality and all it encompasses, it would in fact be Katara…. Who grew up in a village without men aside from her brother… lol. Aang traveled everywhere, he probably was friends with plenty of girls and I’m sure Katara wasn’t his first kiss, either given these facts.

Their argument is “Aang doesn’t know about female anatomy” which is implying he is unfit to date her on the grounds he couldn’t “please” her. However, as I already showed, this would very likely not be the case given Aang’s culture and people and everything we know of his life pre iceberg.

If anyone doesn’t know about sex and genitalia, it would be Katara. 100%. She literally grew up in an isolated village with no males aside from her brother. She would have virtually no concept of male puberty or male anatomy. Lol. So what’s the argument here? Is Katara now “unfit” for Aang because she grew up isolated from men? See how easy that was to flip their bullshit? 😭

And no, the point isn’t whether he knows or not, OP. The only reason anyone is considering this in the first place is because you argued the point. Yknow, because normal people don’t rlly think about this in regards to cartoon characters.

It’s honestly so bizarre to me how ppl act like Aang is the naive, stupid and sheltered child in the show when in reality, Aang was already self sufficient as a 12 year old. He traveled, cooked for himself and cared for himself during said travels, he knew of other cultures intimately, he knew a lot of history, he was already a master of his native element, etc…. That doesn’t sound like a naive child to me. Aang doesn’t act silly and goof off because he’s stupid. It’s both an aspect of his carefree personality and also a conscious choice and coping mechanism from trauma and grief and survivors guilt.

And anyway, Katara thinks of Aang’s carefree nature in a very positive light. She likes this about him.

I’m also never gonna understand the argument of “she grew up in war” as if Aang didn’t fight alongside her in that very war as a kid, too. Yeah, he had 12 years before that, but who gives a fuck? He also suffered far more loss than Katara or anyone for that matter, and that is objective fact.

#pro kataang #kataang #anti zutara #avatar the last airbender #atla #anon

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formulapookie · 2 months

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wooo

Looking for perdition rosquez, 9.1k words

smut under the cut, here to read on Ao3

Marc can feel his ears ringing on the podium, the people cheering for him, the smell of prosecco in the air, Valentino.

He’s there with him, spraying him with that bottle, drenching him like he’s a fucking grid girl.

God he wishes he was one, that way Vale would act on the obvious tension that sparkled between them, without backing up every time they got close to it.

Just the thought of Valentino taking him apart made his nights, when he was alone in his room, hard in his pants and imagining it was Vale opening him up instead of himself, that it was Vale fucking into him with a brutal pace and not that dildo he always had with him because the older didn’t gave into his flirting.

He’s hard in his leathers now, Vale is so close he can feel his breath on his neck, he wants to kiss him and make him feel so good he will never forget him.

At first he thought it was wrong, to thirst for a man 14 years older than him, it was sinful and dirty.

But he sees the eyes with which Vale looks back at him.

They’re full of the same lust and deep desire as his, burning with the need to have the other right then and there.

But as much as Marc tries, and he does try a lot, Vale always puts a stop to it before anything goes over the phantom line the italian traced already last year, when Marc went up to him after winning his championship and asked him for a gift for winning, and Vale told him “you’re too young bimbo, come back once you’ve grown” and he felt so insulted back then, he was offering himself to Vale and he refused.

He ended up sharing the night with more than a random guy at the bar he went to, they left him covered by marks and limping, the day after Vale had fire in his eyes, Marc knew jealousy when he saw it, and Vale was fucking drowning in it.

Good.

It just made him try harder and harder every time he had the chance.

And right now he can feel that stare again, it’s burning a hole in the back of his neck, he’s talking to Lorenzo now, and he knows the other man looks at him with need too, not like Vale, no one could, but it gets Vale riled up and he lives for it.

So he steps closer to Lorenzo, asking him something more about his move to overtake Vale, looking at him with great interest as his countryman explained the way he used the brakes a certain way to keep Vale out his racing line.

Vale is pissed off, to say the least.

What kind of business does Lorenzo have to be talking that close to Marc?

He doesn’t need to be standing a few centimeters only from the boy’s face, he can still talk about his totally not great move by standing further than that.

“They’re calling for us to go back, we can't stay on the podium forever” Vale grits his teeth, he doesn’t like the feeling of jealousy gnawing at his stomach, it’s consuming and it gets him unfocused.

Once they’re out the public’s eye Lorenzo goes away, he’s being called by his race engineer, leaving him and Marc alone.

Marc.

Probably the most beautiful and talented guy he’s ever seen in the sport, he looks perfect, even right now, after being drenched in Prosecco and tired from the race.

Actually, right now the boy looks better than in any other moment he’s seen him, because it was him to cover him in alcohol, it was his way of claiming him.

He knows he shouldn’t be having certain thoughts, that’s a kid he’s looking at, he’s barely 21, he can’t want him.

But his eyes betray him, they follow Marc’s movements, the way he goes to unzip his leathers very slowly and pool them to his hips, a black sleeveless undersuit leaving his arms and collarbone completely out in the open.

And Vale can’t fucking believe his eyes.

There’s marks all over his collarbone, one so high it could’ve been seen peaking also from the leathers.

If he squeezes his eyes enough he can see the faint line of a handprint on the boy’s hips through the undersuit, not to mention the hickey on his pec, standing proud right there, eye level.

Marc is clearly doing it to catch his attention, he’s smirking, his little cat smile that gets Vale every time.

They’ve been playing this little flirting game since last year, when he refused to fuck Marc after he won the championship. He would’ve lied if he said that as soon as the boy left he didn’t run to his bed to push his hand into his boxers and start touching himself at the thought of having Marc with him for a night, imagining it was his mouth around his dick, not his hand.

“We’re going partying tonight Vale, you coming with us?”

“Eh I’m a bit old Marc, i don’t know”

“Come onnnnn I am inviting you, we’re celebrating my win, it'll be fun!

“I don’t know Marc I should probably sleep and recover for next race”

“Please? I promise you’ll have fun, there’s plenty of drinks, Honda’s offering”

Vale sighs, he knows he won’t refuse, he also knows that once he’s in the club Marc is gonna glue himself to his giving him barely space to breathe and he’ll have to control his instincts all night long not to act like a fucking animal.

“Fine”

Marc smiles, cheeks tinted of a soft pink that makes Vale’s head spiral.

God he didn’t even do something remotely arousing and he was already feeling the need to kiss him until they ran out of breath.

“See you tonight then, bye Vale” he turns around to go away, then turns back towards the man “wear something cute, I like the black shirt you put on last time, it…enhances you”

Marc smirks again, this time walking away, still smiling and biting his lower lip at the idea of seeing Vale that night.

He knows he’s going overboard with the flirting but that’s Valentino Rossi he’s got charmed, it’s not everyday that man has someone get this kind of power over him.

He wants Vale to crumble, to give in to his teasing because he can’t keep faking that the men he fucks with are Valentino, he can’t keep waking up at 4am bricked up and having to take care of himself thinking of Vale whispering in his ears how good he’s being or how much of a slut he is for touching himself when he knows his teammate is asleep in the room next to his and the walls are so thin you could hear a fly in the other room.

He needs to have Vale, the real one, inside him, needs to suck him off and have him forget anyone else ever did it, wants to feel those beautiful hands around his throat, squeezing that much to get him light headed, wants to feel his mouth on his neck and his own, his own hands in the man’s curls, tugging at them as they make out.

He also needs to get to his shower quickly, because he’s hard as a rock and can’t keep walking around like that.

On the other hand Vale is not doing much better, he looked at Marc’s ass as he walked away, he noticed the twinkle of pride in his eyes when he accepted the invite.

God what kind of situation has he gotten himself into?

He needs a shower too, to calm himself down and get himself together before the party.

He’s going to have to restrain himself all night long, and it's going to be difficult, because even if he tried to divert his attention from the kid he knows he’d end up looking at him dance and flirt with other men and get jealous, because even if he never touched the boy he’s his nonetheless, it’s him Marc goes to look for in the crowd, him Marc teases to the point of no return, it’s him Marc wants.

Vale gets to the hotel as quickly as humanly possible, the only thing in his mind still the boy from Cervera, it’s an obsession at this point he thinks, every and each thought is contaminated by Marc.

As he showers he tries to keep it at bay, but the smell of Prosecco on Marc’s skin is something one doesn’t forget too easily, and he finds himself gripping at the tiles of the shower as he comes, thinking of how beautiful Marc would look if he stood on his knees beneath him, his release painting his face.

He comes out of the shower with guilt and a towel covering him, his phone dings and the reminder for his dinner comes through.

He decides he doesn’t want to eat with the others and orders some food in his room, while he looks for the shirt Marc asked him to wear.

It could be embarrassing if it wasn’t extremely arousing too.

Marc on the other hand is shifting in his seat already, he went out to eat with his crew, they were all already a bit tipsy, but he was drunk on adrenaline and the idea of seeing Vale at the club.

He wanted to break the fragile glass that stood between them tonight, he was set on doing it, whatever the cost may be.

He didn’t even care about dignity in asking Vale to rail him honestly, he just wanted wanted wanted.

Eager, someone could’ve called him, but was he to blame? He has the chance to have Vale for himself and he isn’t one to back up from a challenge.

The dinner ended later than he would have liked it to, he still has to go back to the hotel and change into something a bit more club-suited, as well as having another shower and using that cologne he bought just two weeks ago.

He’s running to his room once they’re back, his crew laughing at him because all they can see is a kid excited to go to the club to get drunk and party.

He’s quick as a lightning, showers, shaves, puts products and combs his hair, chooses a fucking new pair of boxers to put on, grabs the clean and fresh clothes from the cupboard and sprays a bit (a lot) of cologne on his neck and collarbone.

He looks at himself in the mirror, he looks good, he’s a bit tipsy from the dinner and the more than few sips of prosecco he’s had before and he’s out the door.

They’re not in the same hotel, so there’s no chance they’re gonna cross paths, but Dovi is.

He can see the other man in the hall, dressed for a night out, and comes up to him to greet him.

Dovi is pleased to see Marc, he always is, he compliments him too, and Marc blushes a bit, because after all Dovi is hot, there’s no denying it, and receiving a compliment from an older hot man does it for Marc.

They go to the club together, it's only a ten minute walk and they talk about the race, while Marc triumphed Dovi only came 7th but it wasn’t a disaster all things considered.

When they arrive at the club and enter Dovi is practically kidnapped by his crew and waves at Marc, who barely acknowledges the gesture.

His brain is in radar mode, looking for the one person he truly wants to see.

And it doesn’t get long to meet that pair of blue eyes that haunt his dreams.

They’re staring at him, a light veil of jealousy still covering them, probably he saw him come in with Dovi.

He smiles at the man, who nods in response, leaning against a wall in the other corner of the neon filled club.

Marc goes for a drink, and Vale is quick to join him, ordering something with whisky probably. Ew.

He’s still a kid, he gets a neutral VodkaRedbull and waits for it.

“You wore the shirt I suggested you” he’s smiling, a wicked sense of pride in his chest.

“It’s the only good one I have bimbo, don’t flatter yourself too much” but he’s smirking too, they both know he wore it just because Marc asked him to.

Their drinks arrive, and they’re both quick to down them.

It’s around 2 in the morning, the club is beginning to be packed, and Marc wants to dance. So he grabs Valentino’s hand and guides him through the crowd, finding a spot fairly near a wall but still a bit distant.

He begins to move and it’s hypnotic almost, the naturalness with which he moves his body, he’s flexible, Vale knows, he’s seen videos of him at the physio, guilt eating him whole as he felt envious of the man’s hand massaging the boy’s thighs.

He’s close, too close Vale thinks, it’s already dangerous, he can feel his mind telling him to ignore the age gap and take him to the nearest secluded space and fuck him until morning.

And he wants to listen but he also doesn’t want to give in to his instincts, he wants to control himself, but he wants Marc.

Marc who is shamelessly pushing him more and more towards the wall, the club is dark enough people won’t notice, red and blue lights creating an inviting atmosphere.

“Marc. Marc calm down, come on” he’s biting at his lip, he needs to direct his blood flow anywhere but his dick, and it’s very difficult, especially when Marc is looking up at him with those eyes.

Marc’s breath becomes heavier, he’s got his lips parted and his cheeks tinted of that beautiful pink again.

He knows he looks good, his fingers dance on the buttons of Vale’s shirt, feeling the goosebumps on his skin, he wants to press himself even more on the other.

And he does, positioning himself so that one of Vale’s legs is between his, and Vale closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath from the nose and releasing it through his mouth, a hand going to cover his mouth, eyes flying open again.

It’s desperation.

“Why won’t you touch me Valeee?” it’s slurred, but somehow firm. Marc still has his hand on the man’s pec, he’s standing a bit on his tips, face leveled with his chest, hot breath on it.

“You’re a kid Marc, I’ve got tattoos older than your career, it’s not right” God it’s arousing. Vale is trying so hard not to grab him and have him suck him off in front of all these people, but it really is a hard task with the way Marc looks at him.

“But you want me Vale, I can see it. And I can feel it right now. You want me as much as I want you. I need you to fuck me Vale please” and Marc now has lost every last drop of dignity, he’s basically dry humping Valentino’s leg, small sounds leaving his lips, a hand pressed lightly against Vale’s now painfully obvious bulge.

The lust in both their eyes is undeniable, tension so thick it’s dangerous, Vale can feel the fragile glass barrier he built shake and crack before his eyes.

“Marc I am trying not to grab you and fuck you in front of everyone don’t make this more difficult” and Marc is fucking smirking now, he has Vale where he wants him, admitting to his needs, voicing them.

It would be so hot if Vale actually did what he said to be dreaming. Have him before everyone, so that they knew he was his, no one else wanted, no one else needed.

”But whyy I like you you like me we can fuck, I’m 21 not 17. Please Vale just take me” he’s desperate too now, whining, he wants Vale to finally get it’s ok, he doesn’t need to be his age to fuck him, and Marc is mature enough to handle it. He’s pressing himself even closer to Vale, it’s already intoxicating.

“Marc. You’re 21, I’m 35 it’s…it’s not…I can’t- you should look for someone your age for this kind of fun, I’m too old for you bimbo” Vale is hard in his pants but tries to ignore it, he would feel like he’s corrupting Marc by giving in, while Marc knows he still has one move he can use.

What he’s about to do is subtle, cruel and immoral, but he doesn’t care.

Whatever the cost he said, he must have Vale.

“Mh. Well if you won’t do it I’m sure Dovi or Cal or anyone else in this room will take me, they all want a piece of me and I can’t deny them that, have fun with yourself later Vale”

That’s what does it for Vale. What gets him going, fired up, as if he just got a shot of adrenaline and has to run a marathon.

Marc daring to compare him to others, stating he can have them all because they all want him, which is true, but it’s also infuriating.

Marc is HIS.

He finally lets go of the last rational thought holding him back and his hand moves faster than his words.

He grabs Marc by the wrist, doesn’t even speak, and drags him in a dark and mostly solitary corner of the club, secluded from people’s gazes, his vision blurred from excitement and need.

He pushes Marc against a wall, and he makes a soft sound at the contact, then Vale finally kisses him.

Hungry, wanting, needy, desperate.

Marc tastes like fucking Redbull and something so peculiar it can only be Marc himself.

Vale has his hand on the boy’s hips. Possessive, demanding, burning, gluing him to the wall, a leg pressed against Marc’s bulge, mouth hot and eager messing with his.

Marc is barely registering what’s happening, he can feel Vale’s hands on him, fucking finally, if that’s a dream he never wants to wake up, he can feel electricity sparkling between their bodies, the huger from Vale translating in the roughess of his kiss, Marc’s hand going for Vale’s curls, pulling him even closer.

Marc moves slightly and his dick brushes against Vale’s thigh, making him moan in the kiss, the grip on his hips strengthening.

“Vale” Marc already sounds desperate, his voice is trembling, a wet spot has appeared on the front of his jeans, where Vale’s thigh was.

He looks shining, like he did when he won the championship last year and like he looked earlier today on the top step of the podium.

Vale takes in the sight, snapping a mental picture of this moment.

“Come with me” and Marc doesn’t need to be told twice, he follows the older man through the crowd, past the bar and ignores the stare coming from Dovi, blushing at the idea that he knows.

A part of Vale’s mind, probably the sane one, still yells it’s wrong, still sees Marc as a kid, still wants him to stop. But he shuts it up, Marc is glowing, his eyes are shiny and look like he’s been crying, he’s perfect.

Vale leads him to a bathroom a bit further than the others, and almost doesn’t give him any time to think, he’s already on him again.

It’s as needy and hot as the first time, but now his hands are one in his hair and the other squeezing his ass, while slowly guiding him to a stall.

“Fuck…Marc you are beautiful” Vale closes the door of the stall they ended up in and goes to attack Marc’s neck, biting a little at the flesh and licking his Adam’s apple.

Marc is set on having the upper hand at least for one moment during this and finding some strength he pushes Vale onto the other wall of the stall, who’s got a surprised face, especially when Marc goes to unbutton his shirt to place hungry and wet kisses all over the man’s chest.

He slowly goes lower and lower, Vale’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and whole torso on display. “You’re gonna suck me off here Marc? Get on your knees for me and make me feel good?” Vale strokes the boy’s hair as he speaks, and Marc moans, he’s finally on his knees, where he so shamelessly wanted to be for the past year basically.

He goes to unbuckle his pants but Vale is quicker, a rapid movement and they’re already pooled at his ankles. Marc goes for the boxers and finally takes them off, Vale’s dick standing in front of him.

Marc wastes no time in getting his mouth on it, lips slightly stretched and red cheeks making a beautiful picture.

“Mh fuck Marc you already feel so good, can’t believe I waited so much to have you” Vale’s hand goes to tangle itself in Marc’s hair, but he doesn’t take control, just stays there, he just needs to touch him.

As soon as Marc begins to bob his head it’s heaven for Vale.

It’s even better than what he imagined, it’s as if Marc is made to do it, hollowing his cheeks at the right moment, his tongue playing with his head, his dick sliding in and out so smoothly Vale thinks he’s dreaming.

And Marc is loving it, the control he has now over Vale, he’s the one dictating the pace and the intensity, and it gets him even more aroused, one of his hands pressed against his crotch, giving him a bit of pleasure, but none close to the one he wants to feel from Vale.

Marc keeps on sucking, obscene sounds coming from him as he gags on Vale’s dick a few times, feeling it hit the back of his throat, it’s like a spell, Marc can’t desire anything else from now on.

“Marc I’m gonna come cazzo you need to-” but this time it’s Marc that doesn’t give him time to think, as he’s already coming hard down the boy’s throat.

Marc lets go of Vale’s dick, a thin string of saliva still connecting it to his lips. “Was I good Vale?” god that kid needed approval for this too, it made Vale feel dizzy, it was the best head he ever received, the need of validation Marc has is a powerful knowledge to him.

“You were amazing bimbo, now get up and turn around you deserve a lot more tonight”

Marc smiles, he’s hard in his pants, embarrassingly a lot, but obeys to Vale’s commands.

He feels Vale’s hands going to unzip his jeans, slowly dragging them down his legs, a groan coming from the older man when he notices his smooth skin.

He took the lube he kept in his pants out already, passing it to Vale with trembling fingers, as if he is afraid to break it.

When Vale finally coats his fingers with it and pushes in the first one he meets no resistance, Marc going red as a neon light out in the club, he can feel Vale smirking.

“Did you prep yourself before coming out tonight tesoro? Not really a good boy then mh? Couldn’t even wait for me to take care of you properly”

Marc whines, he can feel Vale starting to get hard again against his back.

“No no I wanted to be good, wanted to be ready to take you Vale, I ah fuck want to be good for you”

As he is speaking Vale pushes a second finger in, this time it’s met with more resistance, Vale’s fingers were slimmer and longer, even if Marc tried he couldn’t touch where Vale is reaching right now, ghosting over his prostate like a punishment.

“You teased me all night Marc, all year actually, because you just can’t keep calm can you? You need to get fucked so good you finally shut up. I could tell you not to come until I give you permission and you would obey right?” Marc nods, legs trembling as Vale’s breath becomes hotter against the base of his neck, his fingers scissoring him slowly.

“You also said you could go to other men and have them satisfy you…not good Marc not good, you really believe they could make you feel like I can?”

Marc is already crumbling under Vale’s touch and teasing, his words adding gasoline to the fire that burns in his body. “Answer pretty boy, or you’re not getting anything” he knows that’s a straight up lie, now that he got a small hint at what Marc is he can’t let go, but playing with the boy’s mind is too funny not to do, seeing how desperate he can get for him makes him feel powerful.

And it’s sick yes, but no one could have the willpower to resist Marc if he looks like that.

“No Vale no one, I want you, always wanted you, I need you now please I won’t say that again”

His voice breaks, god he knows he sounds pathetic, but it gets Vale going, small hungry kisses on the back of his neck as he scissors his hole more and more, stretching him more than he himself usually does, making him whimper more than moan, and Vale loves those little sounds coming from his throat.

“Mh you make such pretty sounds Marc, wonder if they can hear us right now, maybe they’re listening because you’re so hot they can’t resist.

Maybe your friend from before is right there, wishing it was him and not me here with you”

It makes Marc blush even more if possible, the recurring and present idea of having someone know, or hear them.

“Would you like for them to hear tesoro? To listen to you while I fuck you in here?”

It’s shameless how Marc whines at the words, Vale’s fingers still too slow inside him.

“They can’t hear anything if you don’t get on with it Vale, you want them to know you’re the one fucking me than actually do it and make me scream your name”

Vale has to take a second to process Marc’s shift in attitude.

God that’s hot. He really has no shame whatsoever, he wants it, he gets it.

“You've got a filthy mouth for someone who came after me like a desperate slut for a year” Vale adds a third finger, drawing a hot and long moan from Marc, whose hands are planted against the stall’s wall for stability.

“Don’t worry tesoro they are gonna hear you”

and he’s quick in exchanging his fingers brushing against his prostate with his cock, making Marc’s knees almost give up at holding him up at the sudden change.

“Vale God you- you stretch me so good” Marc’s gripping at the wall for dear life now, he can feel Vale getting hard inside him and oh God it’s the most fulfilling sensation he’s ever felt.

Vale bottoms out, then turns him around, pulling a leg around his waist and pushes back in, he wants to see his face, needs to feast at the desperation and need the other feels for him.

Marc looks absolutely beautiful right now: watery eyes, red cheeks, pink puffy lips on display.

Vale has to kiss him, there’s no other possibility.

So he does, hungry and hot, not interrupting his thrusts once while doing so, having Marc moan in his mouth, little whimpers escaping his throat and getting the older fueled.

Marc's knees are wobbly and they both know he isn’t gonna be able to stand in a matter of minutes, so Vale just goes to grab his ass and picks him up, Marc whines, arms thrown around Vale’s neck and his legs holding onto his hips.

He’s somewhat gently pushed against the stall wall, Vale starting to move again, Marc feeling the harsh contact of skin on skin and the pants coming from Vale’s mouth in his ear.

He starts feeling drunk with it, Vale’s cock fully hard inside him, still stretching him a bit, pain and pleasure meeting to get him absolutely fucked.

And now Marc is loud, moaning, whimpering, chanting Vale’s name and asking him for more, more, more.

Vale’s eyes are fixated on the marks the boy has been left with by someone else, and the rush of possessiveness makes him almost light headed.

He starts to kiss Marc’s jaw, then his neck and collarbone, still never stopping fucking him

“I don’t like these marks on you bimbo, these are not mine.” He speaks as he mouths at the sensitive skin on Marc’s nipples, ghosting a breath over them. “And I need you to be marked by me only, you get it right? I am not gonna share you, I am very possessive of what’s mine”

Marc whimpers, he can feel he’s getting close, and Vale saying those things just makes him weaker, he wants, needs Vale to mark him, wants to feel his teeth on his flesh like a signature.

And Vale does it, biting down on his collarbone, still holding him against the wall while fucking into him, Marc’s hand tugging at his curls.

He moves up his neck, sucking deep purple marks on it, then getting to his jaw, kissing it with hunger.

His thrusts begin to be more erratic, Marc immediately gets it, so he slowly untangles his legs from Vale’s hips, who flips him once again, facing his back, Marc’s asscheeks red from the grip he held until now, a fucking hell of a sight.

Vale wastes no time in fucking into him again, moaning at the tightening sensation of Marc around his dick.

His hands move to the boy’s nipples, twisting them lightly, but to Marc is more than enough, he knows he’s sensitive there, he has tears in his eyes from pleasure.

“Vale Vale Vale I’m- if you keep like this I’m gonna cum” it’s forced out, he can’t really think anymore, he can just feel Vale’s hands roaming his body, a smirk forming on his face.

“You’re so sensitive here amore, you’re blushing all over” but it’s not enough for Vale, he wants to have Marc’s full devotion, he wants to be the only one in his mind.

His left hand travels to Marc’s dick, stroking it a few times, his right one goes up, up, up until it meets his throat, closing on it tentatively, lightly, barely doing anything.

But the block of the oxygen gets Marc over the edge, he comes rapidly, a loud moan echoing in Vale’s ears and the whole bathroom, fuck if someone is truly there they have for sure heard.

And it leaves Vale mesmerized by how Marc can melt under him, how a hand around his throat can be enough to satisfy him.

It’s arousing, so much he doesn’t last long either, with his hand still around Marc’s throat and his dick Vale tries to pull out, to at least have the decency to not cum inside, but Marc realizes, and turns his head so quick it could break, Vale’s fingers brushing at his throat.

“No Vale please come inside I-I need you to I want to feel you inside me” and Vale is a weak man for this, for him, and complies, coming with a deep moan inside Marc, feeling him clench against his dick, soft whimpers coming from the younger.

Vale slips out, his cum slowly dripping from Marc’s hole down his legs, making him feel dirty, but so so aroused.

He turns Marc around again for the like fifth time this night, and kisses him hungrily, his fingers playing a bit with the boy’s oversensitive nipples.

They keep on making out sloppy, until none of them has oxygen left, then they just keep still, their foreheads pressed against each other, panting like they just ran a marathon, eyes glued together, in a moment where only the two of them exist, the post-fuck haze where both can feel the presence of the other.

“I need you now Vale, need you so badly please” it comes out as a whimper almost, Marc’s voice cracking under the continued overstimulation Vale is keeping him under, and Vale smirks, goes to place a light kiss on his neck, so gentle it’s barely there.

“Was me fucking you in this stall not enough baby? You need more? So eager let me take care of you” he whispers all this so close to Marc’s ear he thinks he could catch on fire, Marc blushes even more than before, a little whine escaping his mouth as he tries to answer while Vale still has his fingers playing with his nipples.

“please let’s get to my room Vale I need to - please”

and he’s just too cute like that, desperate eyes, wet puffy lips and those cheeks tinted of a red so deep they look artificial.

“Sure baby let’s go”

They make quick work of dressing themselves, trying to look at least presentable in other people’s eyes.

Marc’s jeans still have a stain on the front, and for how much he can try to find excuses it’s too obvious what that is.

Luckly the club is dark enough people shouldn’t notice the state they both are in, but before they can even make it out the bathroom completely they cross paths with a certain italian man.

Vale and Dovi have a five-second long staring contest, where Dovi loses quickly, mostly after seeing Vale’s pride shining in his eyes, the way his fingers are tangled with Marc’s.

But most of all the blissful look on the boy’s face, not to mention the unholy amount of hickeys littering his neck.

Marc snuggles himself more into Vale’s arms as the older pulls him closer.

Dovi has no business even staring at Marc now, Vale arrived first, and Vale’s known to be pretty possessive of what he gains.

Dovi looks away with a light blush on his cheeks, but Marc is quicker and waves at him smiling with his cat-like grin “Bye Dovii”.

Stronzetto.

Luckily Vale doesn’t hear Marc, he’s too busy dragging him out the club to care anyway, he needs to have him again like right now.

“How are we going back Vale?” and the man smirks, grabbing two helmets hung on his bike.

He brought two Marc thinks. He brought two helmets he knew I’d go with him. And it makes him blush as he secures it under his chin.

Vale hops on front, Marc behind him, arms tight around his body, fingers lightly teasing his abs.

“Behave” is the only word coming from Vale before he speeds off to the hotel Marc gives the address of.

They get there in a matter of minutes, Marc is sure they broke at least three speed limits on their way, but he doesn’t care, he can still feel Vale’s cum sticking shamelessly on his legs, the burn of a hickey on his neck, and he can’t wait to have more of it.

They climb down the bike and as soon as their helmets are put away Marc grabs Vale’s hand and starts to walk through the Hall towards the elevator.

Vale smirks at the boy’s eagerness, but as they enter the elevator and Marc is ready to throw himself at Vale they notice there’s already another person inside.

Vale pushes him in nonetheless, he wants to see how Marc acts when he’s this needy in front of other people.

The man barely acknowledges the two coming in, and Marc pushes the button for the 6th floor.

The ride until the fourth is already torture, he can’t get close to Vale, that guy is standing right in the middle of the elevator, waiting for his stupid floor.

Marc’s biting his lip, bouncing a bit on his tiptoes, picking at his nails.

He looks like he could throw the guy out if he doesn’t leave in the next two seconds.

The elevator dings, the guy is quick to go out, probably has some kind of business to attend.

The doors are not even closed all the way but Marc is already on Vale, hands pushing him against the elevator’s side and keeping him there, fingers tugging at his shirt as the two make out.

It’s a mess of teeth and saliva, and they barely feel the elevator stopping at their floor by how taken by each other they are right now.

“Your room Marc. Now” and Marc giggles, Vale wants it as bad as he does, and that makes him feel a little less pathetic.

Vale follows the boy blindly, not really taking in any of the surroundings, his eyes focused on Marc.

“Here here” Marc stops, taking his key out the back pocket, sliding it through the reader and waiting for the little dot to turn green.

It can’t do it faster, because as soon as it does Marc is pushed past the door, hears it getting shut and locked and then has Vale’s lips on his again. The same want from the club coming back, but this time they have a bed, and Marc desperately needs it if he wants to do what he’s been dreaming of since last year.

“Vale, take me to bed now please” and who is Vale to deny this perfect boy his wish?

He takes him by the hand, gently yes but still possessive, as if he thinks after tonight Marc could ever want someone else again.

Vale sits on the edge of the bed and Marc goes to settle on his lap, lips crashing again.

“Off everything off Marc I need to see you” it’s night but the moon is full tonight, shining through the window the boy left open for the breeze to come in and cool down the room a bit.

Marc obliges, taking off his shoes together with Vale and making half a show while taking off his shirt.

As soon as it hits the bed Vale’s lips and hands are on his nipples, biting and twisting them making Marc feel electricity all over his body “Vale if you ah if you keep like this I’ll cum God it’s so good”

It lights something up in Vale, the idea of having Marc come untouched by him just playing with his nipples.

He lets go briefly of them. moving Marc off his lap and onto the bed, not uttering a single word but making a deep sound when looking at how disheveled Marc already looks.

He goes to unzip Marc’s jeans, yanking them off a bit more harshly than he should, but at this point none of them cares about it.

He sits straight up, removing his shirt and jeans in like three seconds, then going to sit on the bed again, tapping his lap.

“Come sit here amore” and Marc is embarrassingly fast at following his orders.

Without the jeans forming a barrier but only briefs he can feel Vale’s hard cock against his much more than before, making him whine.

“You said you could cum from me playing with these alone? You really think you can do it?”

And this is how Marc finally dies. Sat on his God’s lap, almost naked, hard and with his cum still inside him.

“I- I yes I can” he stops, then goes all in “if you want me to”

Vale groans, throwing his head back against the headboard, a wicked smile painted on his face.

He starts to rub small circles on Marc’s hips, just above the waistband of his boxers, this id is going to be the death of him.

“I want you to Marc, I’m going to make sure you’ll never forget this” and he doesn’t give Marc the time to process the answer that he’s already mouthing at his right nipple, twisting the other between his fingers.

Vale’s tongue gets him light headed, it’s so good Marc could cry.

He whimpers and moans instead, his hands tangling themselves in Vale’s unruly curls, making him moan against his already overstimulated nipple.

“Vale Vale Vale” it’s the only thing he manages to half-moan half-say as he’s basically tortured by the man sitting beneath him.

Vale lets go of his right nipple, all red and swollen, and immediately gets to work on the other, while Marc whispers soft pleas above him.

He takes it between his teeth, torturing it a little, just to listen to the sounds it makes Marc do, and oh god would he record them and have them always ready for when he needs a quick release in his shower.

A louder moan comes from Marc, his hands tug at Vale’s hair a bit hared, and he’s so close it must hurt.

“Fuck you’re sensitive like a girl here Marc it’s crazy” and this is what has Marc definitely loose all the little dignity he has.

He lets out a high pitched moan as he cums in his briefs, staining them even more than before.

Vale smirks, working his way up Marc’s chest until he reaches his neck, sucking on it once more, just to be sure it stays there, then it’s Marc that kisses him and Vale can taste the lust on his tongue.

“Let me ride you Vale. I need to do it since last year I’ve been- been trying to get you here all night. Please just let me” it’s a mix of beg and resolution that gets Vale so aroused his head spins.

“Please be my guest Marc” and he’s so casual about it Marc wants to cry from happiness.

But his look transfixes to horror when Vale goes to open the drawer next to the bed.

He doesn’t need lube they just went before, he can’t can’t find it, not like that.

But he’s too weak and slow to stop Vale, who by opening the bedside drawer sees the only thing Marc could pretend was him all year long.

“Marc…you are a dirty dirty boy eh? You travel with a dildo to every race you go? Is it because I never fucked you before?”

And Marc wants to combust, disappear like a ghost, cause he’s too embarrassed of Vale finding out.

“Did you use it before tonight’s party amore? Is that why you were already stretched mh?”

God he has to stop, he's going to have him cum again by talking alone.

“Do you pretend it’s me when you’re alone in your room Marc? Do you say my name when you fuck yourself with it and wish it was me?”

Marc blushes again, even more this time, his cheeks matching the stark red of his red bull cap sat on a chair next to the bed.

“Answer me Marc come on I know you can do it”

no he can’t cause if he does he’s just going to sound pathetic, he doesn’t even know if he can speak right now.

But for Vale he tries, for Vale he would catch the moon so he tries “Yes yes I pretend it’s you because you always said I was too young but I needed you I wanted you I say your name every time I use it now please Vale let me ride you I- just please”

Vale seems happy with his answer, closes the drawer and looks at Marc with a smile, something burning in his eyes.

“If you weren’t this pretty and needy I’d have you fuck yourself with it in front of me, but you look too good and I want to feel you right now” Vale’s fingers go to hook on his waistband, and the motherfucker licks his lips like he wants to taste him.

“But don’t worry tesoro, next time you’re gonna do it, for me you would si?”

Marc feels his blood run all the way to his dick, leaving his brain empty, just the words next time resonating in his head.

There will be a next time.

Vale doesn’t even want an answer, he just tugs at his briefs and Marc is quick to remove them, Vale doing the same, looking at Marc with a fondness he shouldn’t feel.

Marc is even quicker to climb back on Vale’s lap and smash his lips against the man’s, muffling his moans as he lifts himself up and takes Vale’s dick in hand, slowly but steadily lowering himself on it.

“You’re so hot Marc so so hot you look divine like this” Vale groans as Marc finally sinks down completely, he never wants to feel anything else, he’s just too perfect to be true.

Marc starts to ride Vale, slowly still because his legs are tired from their first round in the club. But after a few moans from Vale and the man’s hand squeezing his ass like he owns it he forgets everything about the soreness in his thighs and picks up the pace, steading himself with his hands on Vale’s shoulders, his eyes unable to leave Vale’s as he keeps on squeezing his ass, for sure leaving a red mark on it too.

It’s the possessiveness he does it with that gets Marc more aroused, the feeling that in that moment he belongs to Vale.

Vale straightens up a bit, the new angle catches Marc by surprise and has him yelp like he was just caught doing something illegal.

One of his hands shifts from his ass to his hair, tugging at them just enough to make him whine.

The boy doesn’t stop his movements, chanting his name like a mantra.

He's basically bouncing on Vale’s cock, and it becomes the only thing he can think about, feeling Vale filling him up so nicely and never wanting to forget this sensation.

Vale’s hand moves once again, slowly letting go of Marc’s hair to close around the boy’s throat.

He had seen what it did to him back at the club, but now that the boy is even more sensitive and fucked out, he needs to see what happens now.

Marc is riding him with passion as if it’s a competition and he’s the fucking Olympics contender for the first place.

But when one of Vale’s hands closes around his throat and the other goes to his chest, his fingers teasing his nipples again, he loses his rhythm, letting out a moan so pornographic Vale is sure he’s about to ascend to Heaven.

Marc is melting under his touch, he feels so hot Vale thinks he could get burned, especially when Marc picks his pace up again, just whispering in a loop “yes yes yes yes” as he rides him, head thrown back, eyes closed and a strong grip on his shoulders.

“Fuck Marc you-God you really are perfect” Marc smiles as much as he can at the compliment, his brain now putty and so filled with Valentino’s name he fears he may just black out from pleasure.

“Ah you should see yourself right now tesoro, you look so pretty on my lap like this, a fuck a pretty princess on his throne”.

Marc goes completely red, moaning audibly at the comment, making Vale’s eyes sparkle with interest.

But even Marc has his limits and for how much he can try and not feel his thighs burning from exhaustion they ultimately give up, not holding him up anymore as he tries to still ride Vale.

And he’s half crying, he wants Vale to come inside him as he was riding him, but all his thoughts are shut down by Vale’s lips on his own, brushing them a bit too lightly for the kind of sex they’re having.

“You felt so so good riding me Marc, but after all you’re the winner no? Shouldn’t be doing all the work, you should let me do some of it too, don't you think?”

“Please” it’s almost indecipherable, a whine coming softly out the boy’s mouth.

Vale breaks away from the headboard, the hand previously placed on Marc’s chest sliding on his back, accompanying him gently on the bed, to then go rest on his hip, a permanent feeling carved in Marc’s memory and -at least he hopes- on his body too.

The hand on his throat stays there though, it gets Marc too fucked out and it would be a crime to move it away.

Vale picks up a fast pace immediately, Marc’s legs around his waist making him go feral with want, Marc’s whimpers not helping, especially with the way he is very clearly enjoying having a hand choking him.

Vale moves to kiss him but Marc’s hands are faster, pulling him closer, lips messily meeting in a rush that makes Vale moan in the kiss.

Marc’s hands travel to his biceps, he’s digging his nails in, which for sure will leave marks, but Vale just doesn’t care in this moment, too taken by how perfect Marc feels around his cock, hot and wet like in his best dreams.

When Vale hits his prostate Marc dies, he moans his name so loud Vale is sure the whole damn floor heard him, which is good, this way they know who he belongs to.

He starts babbling nonsense, his legs losing every last bit of strength to hold around Vale’s waist, the oxygen flow so light he can’t even think.

“Papi please” it’s said with tears in his eyes, begging for something he doesn’t even know.

Vale stops mid thrust and asks Marc to repeat, lightening the pressure on the boy’s throat.

Marc panics for a moment, maybe it was too much, too soon but when he sees Vale’s stare burning with lust he knows it’s the opposite, so he says it again, the oxygen to his brain a bit more making him able to form a decent sentence.

“Please papi I need to cum please”

Vale’s grip on his hip tightens, both his hands there now, as he resets the pace from before, aiming and hitting his prostate at every thrust.

“Fuck Marc you’re going to kill me if you say that” Vale’s brain is melting too, Marc calling him papi being the only thing he can hear.

“Papi please”

After a few more thrusts hitting his prostate Marc is back again to not being able to talk anymore, Vale lowering himself to kiss him sloppy, moans dying in their mouths, Marc’s hands gripping Vale’s back and nails digging and scratching, leaving marks Vale is gonna remember for a while.

a series of ah ah ah leaving Marc’s mouth as a beg, he can hear the slap of skin against skin and Vale’s grunts and he fucks into him more and more rapidly, his own moans filling the room.

“Papi you fill me up so good fuck” and Vale’s pace becomes irregular, he’s so damn close, they both know he is, Marc thightens the grip of his legs around Vale’s waist, he’s completely gone, he can just feel Vale inside and around him, and he would die right now a happy man if this was the last thing he got to experience.

“Marc I’m close you feel so good you’re so hot” they both are on edge, Vale is trying to keep composure, Marc doesn’t care anymore, he just needs Vale to claim him again, wants to feel the hot liquid spilling inside him and Vale calling him his.

“Please inside, please” Vale mutters something underneath his breath, then pumps Marc’s dick a few times, Marc can feel the roughness of his hands, and it’s so good, he sees white, cums arching his back and holding onto Vale’s for dear life, his release panting both his and Vale’s abs.

And when Vale finally feels Marc clenching around him it’s too good to try and resist, he cums too, shooting his load inside a completely blissed Marc who can just whine at the sensation.

Vale starts kissing all over Marc’s face, still inside him, the boy letting his legs fall from Vale’s hips, not an ounce of strength left in his body.

“Mine mine mine mine mine, all mine” his hands are still on Marc’s hips, keeping him glued to the bed, as he lets out soft, almost inaudible moans.

“Say it again Vale please, say I’m yours again” Vale grins, as he does after winning a though race, satisfied, conquering, powerful, because he just managed to win him, win him over every other person who wants a piece of that perfect boy lying beneath him, smiling at him with an unprecedented softness.

“You’re mine Marc” and Vale kisses him deeply while slipping out, both responding to the action with a moan of displeasure.

Vale really wants to just bring Marc to have a bath and clean him up, he really does, but no one could’ve prepared him for the sight he would’ve come across once breaking away from Marc.

His hole is pink and still swollen from the brutal pace he set before, overflowing with his cum, and Vale practically stops breathing, while Marc is blushing profusely, because he knows what Vale’s thinking, and he desperately needs him to act on it.

And Vale does, he starts eating him out, pushing his release back inside Marc, obscene and squelching sounds filling up the room, together with what little whimpers Marc can still form.

He goes on for a good minute, before Marc grips his hair, a string of “too much too much” making its way to Vale’s ear, who promptly gets up, cleaning the drops around his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry sorry you were too beautiful to let you like that tesoro, I needed to do it”

God. Vale needed that, him. It’s more than enough for Marc to smile, completely fucked dumb, and rapidly drifting to sleep.

“Woah no no no tesoro need to take a bath si? I have to clean you up I promise after the bath you can sleep for two whole days”

“might need two days just to recover from this” Marc smiles, his usual cat-like smile, as Vale helps him up from the bed, his legs still shaking and wobbly, so much Vale has to pick him up and bring him to the bathroom, sitting him on the edge of the bath.

Marc plays with the water filling the bathtub for some minutes, until he decides the temperature and level are ok.

He slips in, a warm sensation making his muscles relax, immediately followed by the sound of Vale getting in as well, wrapping his arms around Marc, pulling him against his chest.

“You were amazing bimbo, really, haven’t felt so good in forever” he nuzzles the boy’s neck, making him laugh slightly, he’s ticklish there, better make a mental reminder of it, Vale never knows when it could be useful.

“So beautiful”

Marc eventually falls asleep at the sound of Vale praising him and calling him beautiful, his arms keeping him close.

And it feels like a dream.

#alice writes #my fic <3 #rosquez #motogp rpf #motogp fanfic #motogp smut #valentino rossi #marc marquez #jorge lorenzo #cal crutchlow #andrea dovizioso

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paper-mario-wiki · 1 year

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I don't know if you've talked about this elsewhere already but was the break from streaming intentional and/or are you planning on returning to streaming some time in the foreseeable future? no pressure, I just miss your silly antics :o)

felt very burnt out from being someone who people are always lookin at all the time mostly! (and also a lot more reasons)

got a new job that pays just as well as streaming (which is enough to pay for rent in seattle with roommates, buy food for myself, and sometimes buy yet another japanese gamecube via online auction), and have been enjoying the feeling of not relying on anonymous teenagers and young adults who are just as poor as me on the internet for my income. It's something i was extremely grateful for, but it's not only a very infirm way to generate revenue on a reliable basis, but also i always felt an ever-present sense of guilt for it. like, instilling within other people who i know are in my tax bracket (one that is below the poverty line) the idea of "hey if you dont tip me for doing this free service, the quality of which is damningly subjective, I will be homeless. but no pressure haha" is something that i was never able to shake.

also like. performing is quite draining for me! the way i portray myself in my streams is EXTREMELY extroverted while, in my personal life, i prefer to spend 8 to 14 of my waking hours every day by myself in my room with my dog. i like the quiet, and i feel at peace most when i am not being perceived by other people.

lastly, i really dislike having inordinate levels of social power. for a several reasons. like, SEVERAL reasons. this is the longest section of this post.

8 years ago, i got way more famous than any 16 year old should ever be when i got tens of thousands of followers overnight for doing undertale shit. and i think it really fucked up my ability to make friends at a time where my only experience meeting new people was at school or at church, and i lived far enough out in the woods that i couldnt just go outside and hang out with the neighbors cuz the neighbors lived a mile away. my socializing skills in general are way more stilted than i'd prefer for someone my age. in private settings ive got my foot in my mouth a lot. and sometimes in public settings too! im sure if youve seen streams ive been on, youve seen plenty of "chase you really shouldnt have said that" moments. and youre probably right, i probably shouldnt have! my moment-to-moment gauge for what i should and shouldnt say is very slow to catch up cuz ive got like. advanced mental illnesses. like, im not joking when i say ive been formally diagnosed several times over by different doctors with shit ive never heard anybody ever talk about, online or otherwise.

i dont think that's an excuse to say heinous or cruel things by any means of course, but i also think that i should not rely on a job where there's constantly a microphone in my hand and an audience listening intently to what i say. im not at all pulling the "its okay that i say mean things because im mentawy iww" card. as a matter of fact i think it's not okay that i say them! and i feel very embarrassed when i do! the filter that separates "normal healthy thoughts" and "intrusive unhealthy thoughts" is thinner and more flimsy in my brain than in others.

ive only gotten this far because i surround myself with very smart, patient, and kind people, and by trying to be understanding and patient with others too. and ive begun apologizing to people a lot more. i dont like it when people are mad at me, and i dont like that for a long time i had professionally painted myself into a corner where im typically always the "heel" in comedy settings, because the "heel" is the guy everyone shits on all the time. i got this reputation not because i actively enjoy being mean, but because i learned to adapt to the aforementioned "clinically unreliable intrusive thoughts filter" by realizing i would say things that came across as mean, and in real time exaggerating that it into a character that people could shoot back at without feeling guilty while still having fun. theres nothing that ruins a good time quite like someone who is constantly apologizing for doing something wrong, and then continuing to do that wrong thing anyway. dont misunderstand, i absolutely adore dunking on weenies when everyone can get a good laugh out of it (like tumblr anons, who i think should be classified as prokariyotic invertebrates and not people (no offense)) but even though it's a joke it still feels very bad when that's expected of me when i walk into a room. because if i walk into a room, and everyone expects me to be an asshole, everyone is on the defensive before i say anything, and sometimes they take shots at me when im not trying to "play". even worse, if im a heel in a setting where it's expected of me and someone cant really keep up with "the bit" then that just means im being an asshole to someone who cant or doesnt have the energy to fight back. and not just any asshole, an asshole who has had nearly a decade of professional experience being a paid asshole.

if im being frank, i dont know if i'll come back in a full capacity. i might! im not ruling that out! and you'll probably still see me pop up in my friends streams, because i did LOVE what i did for a very long time! but after i took my "break" in december after being more stressed than ive ever been, and i knew it was no longer financially necessary for me to livestream, i had the thought "i will go back to streaming when i find within myself a desire to do so" and ya know what? i havent yet.

and DO NOT FUCKING BOTHER MY FRIENDS ABOUT THIS. if you post a fucking "hey have u heard what chase said" message in their chat or in their DMs or anything, im not joking when i say you are actively being the kind of person i changed my career to avoid! fuck you, for real! stop trying to interface with them to get some new piece of information or opinion about me you fucking weirdo! they'll talk about me if they want to, but going to someone who is doing their own thing and asking them to instead comment on someone else it is ALWAYS fucking annoying. if you want to think about me, do it by yourself! or ask me directly! or do it in the comment section of a video im in! or write a fanfiction about me and then throw it away!

but if ur not that kind of person then ur cool dont worry.

anywho! im sorry if this is a bummer to read. but that's the full skinny.

im still posting regularly on twitter (clown_depot)! and if i DO go live, either on my twitch channel or on a friend's stream, it will be posted there!

thanks for watching :^]

im not goin radio silent, im just gonna turn off the electric window that lets people see me for a while.

#the man with no face

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here’s my ultimate caldre headcanon list… to be updated

CAL

1. junkorexic, likely ARFID

2. cannot cook at all

3. extreme interest in buddhism

4. realised his bisexuality pretty early but never told anyone, died in the closet.

5. avid gore site browser

6. parentified by his family, often blamed for things out of his control/unreasonable expectations to place on a child. but also total helicopter parents.

7. insomniac, has awful episodes. crashes in andre’s room or car a lot.

8. dyscalculia, maybe dyspraxia

9. loves niche sci fi

10. mild cat allergy

11. perceived as ditsy/an airhead, never taken very seriously by any of his friends (aside from andre)

12. killed animals as a kid or dissected roadkill

13. messiest room in history

14. always chewing gum

15. most chaotic driver ever, failed his test

16. boat and plane autism

17. bad reality TV addict

18. multiple suicide attempts, probably from a young age

19. likes swords more than guns. samurai fuckass

ANDRE

1. on accutane, skin is always dry as hell

2. smashing pumpkins listener

3. season allergies

4. easily possessive/jealous

5. had a few crushes/casual relationships but never anything serious before he died. first kiss at most.

6. bacne

7. takes gym class way too seriously. why are we yelling it’s dodgeball

8. cat person but will never admit it. LOVES mel totally dotes on her in private. she’s always sleeping on his chest or on his lap. after zero day she sleeps on his bed constantly, or paws at his locked bedroom door waiting to be let in.

9. got lice one time in junior year and got his head shaved and it was the most embarrassing thing ever

10. inferior younger brother syndrome

11. bulimic tendencies, especially overexcercise.

12. compulsively cleans his room

13. depression manifests as anger. punches walls and stuff. rarely cries, only ever in private

14. obsessed with military regalia

15. star wars nerd!!!!!!

16. read catcher in the rye and kinned holden caulfield way too hard

17. chubby kid, lost weight in his teen years but definitely has intense body dysmorphia about it.

18. dad makes attempts to reach out in last few months — but zero day is already in motion. it’s futile

19. the gun knockback broke andre’s nose during the shooting

20. dyslexia

21. is like genuinely actually gay but refuses to acknowledge it. he’s convinced every guy just feels like that

22. snores so loudly

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And what if I tell you my Fight, Flight, Fawn theory for the Appleboys reuniting with Kristen. What then? Going by your age gaps of 2, 4, 8 because they're canon adjacent and the idea of the Applebees having a playpen when three out of four kids were 14, 12 and 10 is too funny. Assuming a reunion between Kris and the younger two happens post her birthday so it's 17, 13 and 9 respectively. Buckys is analysing his actual response we saw from 14 year old him. When I say leave in reference to Kristen, know that I know it wasn't her choice (Mac and Donna when I fucking get you)

Bucky got the Fawn response. I'll be real, when I began theorising that an Applebees brother would feature I thought "Oh god here comes the angst. There will be resentment, Mac and Donna have undoubtedly been talking shit for two years. But we see him and he's happy. He missed her. He hugs her. He wants to hang out. And yeah that probably stems from the fact you'll naturally miss your sibling and the fact he probably had to take the oldest sibling mantle. But he barely even commented on her life and friends (aside from the half baked comment about her living in sin and side eyeing Fig). I was expecting more problematic behaviours to be honest. The theory is he entered full people pleasing mode, desperately tampering down any complicated feelings because he NEEDS to make himself a good brother that Kristen will want to stay for this time (of course not realising Kristen will stay the best she can no matter if he kicks and screams)

Bricker got Fight. Was like 10 when Kris left, and I say this with love, in the absolute throes of puberty. I don't know what it is but this kid just gives me angry vibes, maybe it's the middle child. Very Nico DiAngelo "He looked too young to be so angry". When you're a kid, especially in that horrific period of 10-13 you go to the easy solution which is being mad, and you go to the easy target which is the one who "started" this huge upheaval (read Kristen). To a lesser extent, Bucky, for trying to play big brother (Bricker doesn't even realise this but the anger mostly came from a subconscious desire to preserve Kristen's place in the family for if she comes back).

(Bonus: Once they have a very good conversation and Bricker is reassured Kristen never did stop thinking about and loving him he will cry three years worth of pent up tears and beg her not to leave again)

Cork got Flight. He was only 6 when she left, its been 3 years of experiences (little man went from first grade to third in that time its a Lot). Kristen has physically changed a lot since they last saw each other. All this to say, he takes a minute to recognise this older person who's eyes are all wet at the sight of him. Some part of his brain blocked out memories of her because the way she was just gone one day was so scary to his little brain. When it does register who she is, Cork becomes completely unlike himself and gets shy. He makes Bucky stand close by because all he knows is that 1. This is a heathen who rebuked Helio's light 2. This is Krissy, back after what felt like forever and 3. She's so cool looking and why would someone this cool ever want to talk to him.

(Bonus: She played it off but Kristen's heart did break seeing Cork, the little boy she raised, take a minute to work out who she is, when she never forgot him. Not to quote Taylor but very "And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe")

god yeah kristen having partially raised cork only for him not to know who she is anymore/barely recognize her haunts me so much. bucky as a people pleaser is such a good read especially as he is forced into kristen's role as head of the siblings I just. yeah. also angry bricker is so important to me. he got left behind! he's not ok with that and he's gonna be angry. god I just. applebees kids make me crazy this is such a good read.

#d20 #fhjy #bird answers #fantasy high #dimension 20 #cork applebees #kristen applebees #bucky applebees #Bricker applebees

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Brothers and Sisters (Platonic!Ryan!Ken x Human!F!Reader) @that-kid-fromtheplayground

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could write something fluffy for platonic!Ryan!Ken & fem!Non-Barbie!reader? (context: reader is made to be similar to Chelsea, but not Barbie's sister, and by that I mean being a young aged doll to be probably 12-13-14.) Maybe reader sees Ken as a brother/dad figure and is a total sunshine about it? +bonus points if you add a little something about Ken wanting to take care of the reader when he was in his 'Kendom' phase <3 Hope I am not asking for too much! <333

Genre: Fluff

Description: Though you may not be a Barbie, that never stopped you from getting easily attached to a certain Ken

warnings: talks of patriarchy (down with it imo)

a/n: I am not very well-versed in Chelsea's character, but I tried my best TT

Ever since you were consciously aware that you were the only girl in your respective family, one thing was clear: you wanted a brother.

However, you never wanted a younger brother, you know, the ones with sticky fingers, obnoxiously loud or just completely insufferable. You wanted an older brother - the kind that is unconditionally protective, teasing and a little bit dim-witted, what could you say? You wanted to keep the wits, that's for sure. However, an older brother was certainly a stretch and it's not like the real world could exactly hold up its end of the bargain.

That was, until you were on the boardwalk of Venice Beach and you saw two brightly-coloured blondes in leotards and roller-skates, almost straight out of the 80s. Naturally, your curiosity got the better of you and you followed them around like a lovestruck puppy. You followed them on your skates and a rocket ship, boat and car drive later, you were in Barbieland.

Ken, once he was back on the beach and doing his thing, he saw you, looking a little clueless and, in a way, overwhelmed - he may be just Ken, but he had a heart of gold.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asks, putting his surfboard down.

"Um, I uh, how did I get here?" You ask.

"Well, a bespoke number, roller-skates and a rocket ship later - here you are!" He said, his arms gesturing the grandiose affair. "You seem lost, what's your name?"

"...Y/N." You say. "And you're Ken?"

Ken nods, "Yep."

"Huh, my mom never let me play with Ken dolls, she thought I'd...get ideas..."

Ken tilts his head in slight confusion, but he just rolls with it - from then on, he knew to look after you and, even though an older brother was what you asked for, you didn't expect him.

~~~TIME SKIP TO THE KENDOM~~~ Let's just say you were not too keen on all of the Kens having house parties until midnight, but you endured it and stayed in Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House for the time being - this patriarchy has spread like wildefire, even Ken, who's been looking after you has done it.

One night, he saunters into your room to check on you.

"Hey," He asks in his most manly voice possible. "You okay, little girl?"

You just nod, a little nervous. "Ken...are you okay?"

He holds his exterior and closes the door, then he gives in. "No...you wanna watch TV?"

"Yeah, ok." You pat an area on your bed for him to sit and put on a calm movie - it was a chick flick - something, at this point he wasn't too proud of.

"Hey, if any of the other Kens find out, you're dead." He jokes.

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a/n: Yeah, not my best fic, but hey, first time for everything right

Please like and reblog! Do not pass as your own.

#ryan gosling #barbie #ken x reader #barbie x reader #female reader

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A Random Thought 🤔💭

THIS IS JUST AN OPINION. I JUST SAY WHAT'S ON MY MIND ABOUT THE BOOK AND SHOWCASE SOME IDEAS THAT I HAVE.

P.S.: You can ask me anything 😊

Let me start of by saying...

I don't like how Zeus is the only one who is blamed for why the marriage is basically over, when Hera is (dare I say) equally at fault. This book continues to gaslight the audience about who should be held accountable and who deserves all the hate. Let's be clear on one thing, Zeus has abused his power, is a cheater, does lie, etc. but where is all the smoke for the other characters that has done the same or similar. But let's refresh everybody's memory why he started treating women disrespectfully...

⚠️WARNING: WHAT YOUR ABOUT TO READ OR SEE CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME AUDIENCES!!!⚠️

•Metis: The Start Of His Addiction

So let's hypothetically say that the brothers are 3 years apart from age

Hades was 19

Poseidon was 15/16

Zeus WAS PROBABLY 13 OR 14 WHEN THIS HAPPENED TOO

I think he was not just mentally scarred from the war and seeing his mother (who he didn't know about until later)going into hibernation, but also scarred that he learned about "hit and quit it" at a very young vulnerable age. Not only that he probably learned "until everything cools down" from her too. Atp, I'm going to need this book banned or something because it just doesn't make sense to me how this book is supposed to support all victims, until it's Zeus. Zeus is a victim. No matter how many times people and RS tries to make him this evil guy. But like I said before, he has done so many wrongs, which he is trying to right. But I find it interesting that Metis is not called out for having sex with a minor. Zeus and Hera are around the same age which means back then they weren't able to consent. And yet Hera is the only victim smh. Zeus is now a sex addict and doesn't know where to start. WHEN YOU SAY YOU FEEL SORRY FOR ALL VICTIMS, MAKE SURE YOU INCLUDE THE MEN THAT ARE TOO. DON'T PICK AND CHOOSE WHO TO FEEL SORRY FOR. I hate that this book gaslights people into thinking that everything is okay when it's being pro patriarchy.

• The Marriage: Both Sides Are At Fault

We all know Zeus is very unfaithful, but he shows so much of his guilt his own way. But (I ask again) where's all this smoke for Hera and Hades. Hera is married and has been seeing her Blu brother-in-law behind his back for centuries. Yet, I don't see any ounce of guilt from her or Hades. Hera is a victim don't get me wrong, but so is Zeus. TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE A RIGHT. And for blue gru to judge Zeus for everything while you were sleeping with his wife is vile. The fact Hera or Hades never asked him why he continues cheating or be honest with him about their affair is right down dirty. Oh but it doesn't stop there...

Look at these pictures...

See how Zeus tries his best to care for Hera and even admits that he thinks he was the worst thing that ever happened to her. While Hera just says "You made it hard for me, but I love you. Bye". She says she loves him, but I don't think she does. I think there was a time that she did love him, but I think they got bored of each other (from Zeus's perspective). I feel like Hera wanted the crown (power) more than the King. She treats being a queen like it's a trophy. So she basically blocked Demeter from being queen all just to not be satisfied later (which I'm glad Demeter dodged a bullet). Not only is Hera cruel, but she is just insufferable. She treats everyone like crap and expects everyone to be nice to her including Zeus. He fights tooth and nail to do right by her or win her back, but she doesn't see him trying to be a better husband nor do the same. She doesn't even try to make it a safe place for him to talk to her and be honest. When he wakes up, that divorce paper needs to be signed with the quickness because they're both miserable, they're both want there freedom, and they're not happy.

• My Final Thoughts

Zeus's life is basically 16 CARRIAGES by Beyoncé. He was minding his business at Lake Dikte just a village boy helping nymphs, until Rhea came. Rhea told a early teen Zeus that he has to help his brothers and stop his tyrant father from destroying the world. After everything, he was mentally scarred at the age of 14. I know this is wishful thinking, but I think if he went to lake Dikte (after he wakes up), I think he would be more at peace again. He deserved better. And for this book to have so many contradictions throughout makes this book hypocritical and morally corrupt. You can see the stark difference between teen Zeus and the Zeus we see now. When looking at the picture on right, you see his bags showing more verses the left one when he was younger. This shows you how tired, hardworking, and mentally drained he is.

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lore olympus critical #lore olympus criticism #Zeus deserved better #ask me anything

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Do you have any new headcanons? I found the ones in your pin very interesting!

Firstly: forgive me for the delay in responding, I started collecting my new headcanons and ended up forgetting to come back here to show them.

Anyway, my new headcanons:

1. Olive's tiara/crown is also made from a heavy material to help her stay on the ground and not fly away. It's extra weight to give her more comfort on the ground.

2. The council of ymbrynes never learned that Bentham accidentally created the hollowgasts. If they had known, Bentham would probably have been arrested. Even if he didn't create the hollows on purpose, he definitely planned a small genocide. This is probably considered a crime by the council.

3. Peculiar souls are not acidic, ambrosia was only acidic because the Wights wanted it, they made it that way. An addictive and corrosive liquid. It was their way of harming their peculiar "allies".

4. Caul always knew that Miss Peregrine was the successor of one of the 12 great ymbrynes who sealed Abaton and this probably made him hate her even more.

5. Nothing bad happened with the old Enoch loop, he probably just didn't suit the place and asked to change loops and ended up in Cairnholm,As grumpy as Enoch is, he likes living there, if he didn't like it he would have asked to change loops at the first opportunity.

6. Every time Abe visited Emma after the war he always went with the intention of ending everything with her, but personally he couldn't, he never had the courage to break her heart personally. Ending everything by letter was easier for him and more painful for her.

7. Claire is very young, she was probably found by Miss Peregrine when she was still very little and Ymbryne adopted her, that's why Claire is so attached to Miss P, she's the closest thing Claire has ever known to a mother.

8.Just like Olive and Noor, Claire is also a peculiar "Infant" she was born with a second mouth on the back of her head and her story must be quite sad.

9. When Victor's body was brought to the island, Enoch was the one who sewed up the entire body, he was the only one who had the courage to do this for his friend.

10. Millard has never feared being forgotten by Miss Peregrine, and probably enjoys being in her presence because she never fails to notice him. She feels his peculiarity, it's as if she sees him. Even though she doesn't really see him, she feels him, she always knows where he is, he will never be forgotten by her, she is the only one who notices his presence all the time.

11. Horace's dreams are completely meaningless, sometimes he manages to interpret and avoid the bad future, and sometimes he cannot understand what he dreamed but tries to explain and everything comes out confused and meaningless.

12. During the entire time that Fiona was missing, she was recovering from the injuries caused by her fall and the violence of the wights.

13. When Miss Peregrine saved Abe she probably didn't know what his peculiarity was, he was too young to be able to kill a hollow, he probably only discovered his gift when he was older and managed to survive an attack by hollowgasts. After all, there is no way for him to discover his power without having met Hollow in person.

14. Hugh has a whole routine organized for his bees so that their life in his stomach is as comfortable as if they lived in a normal hive.

15. There was probably a burial for Caul, and for all the current wights, after all, before they discovered what they had become, they were all presumed dead.

16. The constant transformations of ymbrynes into their respective birds harm their bone health. Their bones keep changing size and becoming hollow, their joints are also damaged, which is why they develop bone and joint problems early. Like Miss Peregrine's arthritis and how Miss Avocet became a wheelchair user.

17. Mr White and his men always knew that the children were with Caul and not Miss P. He was only so worried about knowing where the Falcon was because he knew that it was his master, and he was worried that he wasn't with the children. The wights were only chasing the children to force them to look for Miss Wren faster.

18. Wights do not have complete control or trust in hollows, and they can see the creatures, but they do not trust them enough to ride hollows like Jacob does.

19. Miss Peregrine's greatest fear is losing one of her children. She's already lost many children to tragic deaths, and she definitely doesn't want to go through that again.

20. The ymbrynes of the primordial era of the peculiars were also giants. Gigantic and very wise bird-women.

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #peculiar #ransom riggs #alma peregrine #caul bentham #jacob portman #myron bentham #theories and headcanons #headcanon #claire densmore #emma bloom #enoch #horace somnusson #millard nullings #olive elephanta #abraham portman #hugh apiston #fiona frauenfeld

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nanaminsmoon · 1 year

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❛❜𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔❛❜

universitystudent!Megumi x rich!blackfem reader

A/N: this was the first au i ever wrote, and i wrote it on this day last month so it seemed fitting to post it today:)) thanks for the support on the last post too i literally want to finish writing all the shit i’ve been procrastinating so i can upload more 😭

cw: fluff, reader makes universitystudent!Megumi feel a little flustered, mentions of kissing.

wc: 2814

universitystudent! Megumi who made the decision to become a tutor after coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t survive on ramen and toast for the rest of the semester, so he had to make some money. Hours of contemplating drew the conclusion that he refused to deal with working in retail or in hospitality, so Megumi collapsed on his bed, opting to have sleep for dinner. However, the next day, a classmate of his happened to mention that he had made bank over the summer from tutoring dumb, trust fund babies, and told universitystudent! Megumi that if he wanted to make fairly easy money, that was the way to do it. So universitystudent! Megumi shrugged and said he would think about it. Initially, he was hesitant as he figured teaching wouldn’t be his forte because he genuinely didn’t believe he had the patience for it, especially if his students would be spoilt idiots who probably have no discipline because they’ve never been told ‘no’. But his mind was quickly made up when he got back to his shared dorms, and took a look in his fridge.

universitystudent!Megumi who had to download Facebook for the first time since he was 14 because nobody uses that app anymore. But his classmate told him that he probably wouldn’t find ads for tutors on TikTok.

universitystudent!Megumi who spent 15 whole minutes trying to login to his old but kept failing, despite the fact that he swore that ‘fuck-u-toji’ was his password on everything ages 11 through 18. It was only on the thousandth attempt, that he remembered that he had deleted that account years ago. At this point, he was so irritated, he didn’t even know if the money was worth it anymore but his stomach rumbling spurred perseverance within him, and after, what felt like years, he had made a new account.

universitystudent!Megumi who saw an ad your guardian had posted, and settled on it pretty quickly, because: 1) you were local, 2) it was the first one that showed up when he searched ‘tutor’ on Facebook, and he was too lazy to look for any other ones, and 3) it paid $200 an hour so, as much as he didn’t want to be locked up in your house for hours, he wouldn’t mind making $1000 in one sitting. So he messaged your guardian and, after some intense interrogation (aka asking him about his degree and how he was finding the weather), they agreed for him to tutor you.

universitystudent!Megumi who showed up to tutor you at 4pm, right after his last lecture, and was rolling his eyes in the Uber to your house because, up until this point, his main thoughts about the whole situation were concerning the compensation. But then he realised that he would actually have to tutor a rich idiot in maths, a subject that is hard to teach anyways. But that fact is exacerbated by the fact that his student would be someone spoilt. But the sorrowful clouds above his head were soon lifted by your chirpy guardian, who greeted him warmly upon opening the door and soon began bragging about you the same way they did in their messages, talking about how smart you were. Which made them both chuckle because they were telling that to your…tutor.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes widened, and breath hitched, when he saw a beautiful young woman come down the stairs, instead of the broody teenager he expected to see after hearing, and reading, all the comments about your guardian’s ‘little girl’. But he wasn’t complaining. You wore comfy clothes; loose black joggers, a white baby tee, and an oversized green and blue plaid shirt—white socks and beige Yeezy slides on your feet. Your jet-black, middle part, wig was in a claw clip, and you finished the look with a pair of thick rimmed glasses. A sigh, subconsciously, left his lips at how flawless you looked in such plain clothing, and he figured it was mainly due to your beautiful face and magnetic aura. And when he said ‘beautiful’, he meant beautiful; even simple things, like your gait as you seemingly floated down the long staircase, mesmerised him. Your presence had pulled him away from reality and he didn’t tune back into the present until you started introducing yourself, and he realised that he had seen your lips moving (because he was staring at them), but had heard nothing you had said. His cheeks and the tips of his ears rouged at the fact that he had to ask you again, because he hadn’t caught your name the first time. But the kind manner in which you smiled at him and repeated it without questioning his request made his heart melt.

universitystudent!Megumi whose lips curved slightly at the discovery that you were around his age, which he found through deep investigation (aka ‘staring really hard’)…and asking you your age.

universitystudent!Megumi’s heart nearly stopped when you told him that you would be studying in your bedroom instead of just the living room, or at the dining room table. You know, in a public place. With other people around. Because the thought of being in such a personal space of yours, so quickly, made his knees wobble. Especially since he basically had a crush on you after having known you for the best part of five minutes. But he followed you up the staircase, through the hallways, to a vast room that was probably ten times the size of his dorm room. It was decorated very well and, although he didn’t know you very well yet, he thought it matched you very well.

universitystudent!Megumi who sees a student lanyard with an ID card on your desk that told him that you go to the same uni. When he asked you about it, he found out that your department buildings are directly opposite each other.

”But wait, why do you need maths for photography?”, he asked with a confused scowl on his face once he figured out what your degree was, based on your department building.

”That’s what I’m saying!”, you shouted in enthusiastic agreement, and the way your face lit up made his heart palpitate, and his eyes greedy to see it happen again.

”The lecturer said something about calculating settings and shit, but I picked this subject so I wouldn’t need to do this shit. If I wanted to do maths, I would’ve picked it as a degree!”, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, and he chuckled lightly and nodded at you.

universitystudent!Megumi who stood by the edge of your bed, right hand on the strap of his backpack, as he awaited instruction on where he should sit. At first you questioned why he was just awkwardly stood there, looking around like a lost puppy. But when you realised you were sat on the only desk chair in your room, shock was painted on your face and you shot up from your chair and quickly scurried to your guardian’s home office to grab another chair. When you returned, pushing it in front of you, universitystudent!Megumi gave a tight-lipped smile, and placed his bag on the floor and sat down beside you.

Although it excited universitystudent!Megumi that, because you went to the same uni, you two would probably see each other again, it also confused him how you had been in such close proximity on a day to day basis, and he had never seen you before. He was sure he had never seen you because he would’ve remembered a face as pretty, and a laugh as infectious, as yours—he hadn’t said anything particularly funny, just a passing comment about a professor you both shared. But the way you had erupted into laughter had made him blush, and he just knew that your voice would be ringing through his head for the rest of the day.

The way universitystudent!Megumi would just stare at you, as you wrote down equations and completed practice questions, did not go by unnoticed by you.

”Is this correct?”, you had asked after scrawling an answer onto the paper, after writing and rewriting several different equations. universitystudent!Megumi hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, which obviously wasn’t a good sign, so you turned to him to find that he was staring right back at you, features more gentle than they had been when you first met him.

”Hm?”, he blinked himself out of a daze. He hadn’t even realised that he had been staring at you, so he couldn’t tell you how long he was even doing it for. He had just happened to notice how long your eyelashes were without any makeup, and that led him to your eyes. He noticed how pretty they looked earlier, but how did they look gorgeous from the side as well?? Then his gaze travelled down the slope of your nose, before sliding down to your lips; glossed, and plump. He was meant to be teaching you the geometric sequence, but he couldn’t focus on anything but those lips of yours, and how they would feel on his. He had to shake himself when your voice finally broke him out of his reverie.

”The equation? Did I do this right?”, you laughed nervously, not sure how to receive the blank stare he was throwing in your direction, and he just hummed while nodding. Before he actually saw what was written on the paper, and his nodding stuttered and he frowned deeply before grabbing your pencil.

”Oh…no, that-that’s not right”, he laughed out, and he basically scribbled out everything you had written and re-wrote everything again, and you just stared at him as he did it. His left arm was damn near bumping into your face with how close he was leaning over the table. His dark, aftershave wafted into your nostrils and you couldn’t help but notice how much cuter he looked now than earlier. He looked pretty good when he first arrived, but now you were looking at him closer, he looked…different; his raven coloured hair falling over his face, random parts of it just stood up as if they were being held afloat by a little hair fairy. You found it adorable how the ends of his bangs were kissing the ends of his eyelashes as he hurriedly wrote down whatever the fuck the geometric sequence was. He was just so…pretty. So was the bottom lip tucked between his teeth, as he frowned in concentration before he placed the pencil down, and met your eyes. The emeralds just bore back into yours, as silence ensued and, for a split second, it seemed like his breath got deeper. Mainly because it had.

”Done.”, he squeaked out. He didn’t mean to, but the nerves made his voice crack, and then his face got red because his voice cracked.

”Hot?”, you quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on his knee. If he was on fire before, the flames had engulfed him completely now and he was about to turn into a puddle.

”Sorry?”, he whispered, moving back slightly. He didn’t realise how close you guys were until his knee knocked into yours.

”You’re red”, you pointed at his face, “Are you hot? Because I can turn the air conditioning on if you’d like.”, your own voice quietened subconsciously.

“Nah”, he shook his head, “I’m good. Just…thirsty”, he turned away from you, and you laughed before leaning down to your mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing to him, and he accepted it with a smile.

universitystudent!Megumi whose heart sank into his bowels when your guardian opened the door to offer you snacks, breaking the conversation you were having about God knows what, instead of studying (which had been long abandoned). He started feeling bad because he would still get paid at the end of the 5 hours, which had been broken into two segments; three and a half hours of studying and the remaining ninety minutes just being spent talking. Even when you were studying, you were still mainly speaking about your classes, and other random shit. This is when universitystudent!Megumi found out that you were at a party Yuji had urged him to go to last Friday. It was an invite he had declined, instead opting to stay at home and play Valorant (a decision he, now, regretted infinitely).

After devouring all the snacks, and making stupid jokes for hours, you looked at the time and realised it was getting late, so you offered to drop universitystudent!Megumi off to his dorms. He hesitantly accepted because, as much as he hated the idea of the rich girl he liked seeing his dorms, he wanted to speak to you more. So you went downstairs, and he greeted your guardian then you went to the garage, and got into your Porsche 718 and told him he could connect his phone on Bluetooth and play whatever he wanted. He chose ’ROLE MODEL’ by Brent Faiyaz.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes became well acquainted with the dashboard as you pulled up in front of his dormitory building.

”Hey, can I…uh…”, he had been practicing this since you got in the car, which was part of the reason why he was more quiet than he was back in your room. But now that he was staring into your eyes, doe-like and gleaming with the way their sparkle ricocheted off the beige car interior and almost blinded him, he really couldn’t speak. It was as if they were so blinding that all he could see was bright white, and he just blanked.

”Never mind”, he smiled, and started grabbing his bag and getting ready to leave. Fuck, he thought. He choked it. And now, he just needed to get out of the car before he embarrassed himself even further. But his escape plan was halted when you placed a hand on his shoulder, and held him back slightly. Every muscle in his body hardened but, after taking a deep breath, he turned to you. He just assumed you were about to tell him he forgot something,

”I don’t know if this is inappropriate, but…”, you laughed breathily, and his brain basically shut down, because what were you about to say? It couldn’t be what he thought it would it be, because that wouldn’t make sense.

”Can I…get your number?”, you winced slightly, hoping you hadn’t crossed the line, and when he just looked at you, blankly, you feared you had and you took your hand off his shoulder. universitystudent!Megumi simply watched as it retreated back to your lap.

”Are you serious?”, he spoke quietly and you, hesitantly, nodded.

”Sorry if I crossed the line, it’s just that we were getting on pretty well, and I—”,

”What? No, y/n, I was just surprised.”, he chuckled, nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was, uh…trying to ask you that just now, but I fucked it up”, he laughed, and you chuckled shyly, just looking back at him, and he looked back at you. So, now you were just staring right at each other, and his mind only went to one place, but you weren’t going to kiss him…were you?

”Your phone?”, you looked at him, then the light bulb went off and he realised you were waiting for him to take his phone out.

”Shit, yeah. Here”, he handed you his phone, and you put your number in it. Even saving your contact name as ‘y/n<33’, making him chuckle when he got his phone back.

”You can delete the last part if you want”, you giggled, and he shook his head.

”I like it. It’s cute.”, universitystudent!Megumi wanted to comment on you being cute too, but you cut his thought processes short when you began waving at him. So he just smiled at you, before making his way out, and running to his door because it randomly began raining.

The whole thing was very funny because you had never wanted a tutor, but your guardian had suggested it and you had, begrudgingly, agreed. But now, you wouldn’t mind doing extra maths work if it meant inviting a cute boy into your room a few times a week. universitystudent!Megumi, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that he was getting paid bags a week just a talk to a pretty girl. But, again, he wasn’t complaining.

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