#may i say. divorced man behavior

[mpregspn]

he's killed a dictator (who was his patient) and punched house in the face but this outfit might be the craziest thing he's done

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you and dr. abbot have a lot to discuss, and this is just the beginning.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), unexpected pregnancy, smut mentioned, jack is divorced, maybe angst?? MDNI

notes: i am not 100% pleased with this, but this is mostly a filler chapter(if we want to even call it that lol). things will ramp up in the next part!!! unedited. any feedback is extremely appreciated, especially reblogs/asks!

wc: 1.3k

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Jack, no, Dr. Abbot, snaps out of his gaze quickly, seemingly taken over by a routine drilled into him as he quickly puts a hand on your head and checks your pupils' response to his pen light.

“Your nose was bleeding?” His tone is not what you expected. Not that you expected him to be harsh, but there’s something else there. Tenderness.

“Um, yeah. But it stopped on the way here,” Your brow is furrowed, and he has to refrain from smoothing it out with his thumb.

You’re not the only one who’s shocked, Dr. Mohan is standing there, mouth agape, unsure what to say or think.

“If I had to guess, it’s from the fall and not related to any internal head injuries.” He turns to Dr. Mohan, “I’ll call CT and get a rush on it. Go ahead and get her down there,”

“Of course,” She may be in shock, but she still has to do what’s best for her patient.

He turns back to you, hand still on your head, “As soon as we have the results, Dr. Mohan or I will be in to give you the prognosis,”

He doesn’t linger, he doesn’t have the time. He’s gone as quickly as he came.

You wish you had time to think about his behavior just now, but you’re still stuck on the fact that you’re apparently pregnant.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jack feels like he might throw up. Or have a stroke. Maybe both.

Fucking pregnant? A pregnant twenty-three year old. Who is eight weeks pregnant. Who he slept with eight weeks ago.

What the actual fuck.

You also apparently may have a concussion, but unfortunately that is the least of his worries.

He’s starting to regret not just getting a vasectomy years ago after his divorce.

Surely, surely it’s not his, right? It can’t be. The timing just has to be off. There is no fucking way he knocked up a twenty-three year old.

He racks his brain, trying to remember if he used a condom any of the times he fucked you that night, knowing damn well he didn’t.

He also didn’t bother to ask you if you were on birth control before taking it upon himself to cum inside you, multiple times at that.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Pacing in the break room, he begrudgingly pulls his phone out to see if Robby can come in and cover him so he can try to deal with this situation.

Dr. Mohan has you back to your room fairly quickly.

“Like Dr. Abbot said, when we have the results, someone will come tell you. In the meantime, do you need anything?”

You’re still in shock, and your head is killing you, “No, I don’t think so,”

She smiles softly at you, “Let me know if you need anything,”

As she goes to walk away, she stops, “Oh! I almost forgot,” turning back to you, she reaches into her pocket, “here!”

It’s a picture of the sonogram.

You don’t listen to whatever she says as she walks out the door. All you can do is stare at your tiny baby.

You need to call your mom. She’ll know what to say.

Robby gets to the hospital right as Samira approaches Jack with your CT results.

“Everything looks good, I don’t see a reason to keep her for monitoring. I may prescribe some prenatals, until she can get to her gynecologist,”

Abbot doesn’t look up from your results, “I’ll take care of all that. Go ahead and take your next patient.”

She looks confused, “You’re finishing up with my patient?”

Again, he doesn’t look up, “Yep. I’m also heading out early. Robby will be in charge the rest of the evening,”

He closes the chart and turns to go fill Robby in on the evening before she can say anything else.

“Thanks for doin’ this, man. I really owe you one,”

Robby just gives him a skeptical look, taking all the charts he was handed, “I don’t mind, brother. You sounded a little, off, on the phone. Is everything okay?”

Jack huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, just trying to figure out if I am about to regret not getting a vasectomy after my divorce, is all.”

Robby laughs, assuming it’s a joke, so Jack laughs lightly with him, “I’m gonna wrap up with the patient in North 12, and then I’ll be out of here,”

Robby just nods and walks to the nurses station to get any additional information he might need from the charge nurse on duty.

Abbot makes a beeline for your room, coming in so quickly he startles you.

“Okay, sorry it took so long, but everything appears to be relatively normal. Like I said, the nosebleed was probably caused by the force of the fall, and while you do have a minor concussion, but I don’t see a reason to keep you any longer for monitoring,”

You bite back a scoff, now that you’re alone he won’t even look at you, “Great, thanks. Can I leave now then?”

“Yep. Go ahead and get changed. I’ll wait outside for you,”

Your head moves so quickly it makes you nauseous, “Wait outside? For me?”

Finally, he looks at you. He looks exhausted.

“Yeah? You need a ride home, don’t you?”

You scoff, “Yeah. Not from you,”

He just gives you a look, clearly not in the mood to argue.

“I think you and I have a couple things we need to talk about,”

The tenderness is back in his gaze and it makes you lower your guard, “Okay,”

He waits by the doors while you gather your things and quickly takes you to the employee parking garage.

You bite your tongue to refrain from asking if he’s embarrassed of you.

He takes you to his house, telling you that it’ll probably be best to get the talking out of the way.

We didn’t do much talking last time we were at your house, is the only thing you tell him. Your stomach warms when he lets out a laugh.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Neither of you have spoken in the 12 minutes you’ve been sitting on his couch.

All you can think about is the fact that last time you were on this couch you were straddling his face as his tongue fucked your cunt deeper than it ever had been before.

You blush at the thought.

He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly, “Don’t, uh, don’t hate me for asking this, but I have to ask.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that tells him to continue.

“Is it mine?”

You try really hard to not let your offense show, and rationally, you know you can’t blame him.

You take a deep breath, “I haven’t had a one night stand since I was nineteen. And I’ve been single for about eight months, so yes,”

He sighs, running a hand over his face and slouching into the couch.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He looks at you, exhaustion among about a million other feelings really creeping in at just how young you look.

“Do you want to keep it?”

You hesitate, biting your lip so hard he reaches over to pull it from your teeth, “I, I don’t know. Do you? Want it?”

You watch as Jack takes a deep breath before sitting back up and facing you fully.

“I got a divorce in my early thirties. She wanted kids. I didn’t. I’ve never,” He winces, trying to form the right words as he sighs again.

“I’ve never wanted kids. And I’m old now,”

He watches you watch him, understanding in your eyes.

“But if this is what you want, then I’m not going to-“ He chokes on his words as he looks at you, “I won’t abandon you,”

Jack isn’t sure what it is about you that has him thinking this, but something in your eyes when you look at him makes him wonder if your kid will ever look at him with those same eyes.

[thedivinetarot]

He said to be cool and I know he means it

How do you view men?

☆ How to chose the perfect pile for you?

1) Close your eyes.

2) Clear your mind

3) Take a deep breathe.

4) Ask the question in your head and the picture you are drawn to the most is your pile.

☆ Note:

- First thing is Thank you guys for 100 follower. I'm so happy that our family is growing fast. I'm also grateful that such a wonderful souls are following me here on tumblr, may God bless you❤.

- In this reading we are going to dig into your deep subconscious mind on your views of men.

- This reading is going to help you at where you stand in your opinions and views towards men.

- Also it will help you discover the hidden parts of your subconscious mind and your behavior towards men.

- This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest.

- Pile three can be triggering for some, so if you are not comfortable reading it then don't.

- This reading can't substitute any psychiatrist help. So if you have a problem you can ask for a professional help.

Stay safe ❤

Arya

☆ This reading well be divided into three questions:

1) Your past relationships with men.

2) Your subconscious beliefs about them.

3) How does all of that affect you currently?

Pile 1 - Walking Sylvia

Your past relationships with men:

I see that this pile held into a connection that was not meant for them. I see you getting attached to someone you thought it was your soulmate or twin flame but it wasn't really the one. I see also that you kept persistent and stubborn especially in front of others. It is like you bet with your friends or people around you that he is the one but everyone know that he is not. If this is not the case I see that you were dating or in a relationship with someone who is considered a safe option but wasn't really that good for you as a person. You might have your planets square their planets in synastry chart. I see that your first role models (Your caregivers or parents) wasn't really that good either. They might stayed together but they clearly should've been divorced too long ago. I see that you hated the dynamic between them and you always wondered if you'll get the same or not. And now you look back at the men you dated and feel cringe? I don't know pile one. Maybe you feel nostalgic to the feeling but not the person. I see that you are someone who prefers predictability over getting out of your comfort zone. So, you might dated multiple "safe options" to not get triggered by the new or unpredictable people. You might even rejected the idea of traditional role in the relationships, like the dom-sub or feminine-masculine or the men who provide financially. You also might dated people who have 50/50 mindset or feminine boys. Or boys/men who are not considered attractive but they were a safe option for you.

Your subconscious beliefs about men:

Ooh pile one, I think your subconscious belief about men is that they are a disappointment. I see that you might have a male caregiver who didn't make you feel safe enough to be in your feminine energy. This caregiver might made you feel like you are not enough; physically, mentally, or in general. This man made you feel worthless and no one would really care for you. So, you grew up trying to earn this attention by being hyper vigilant in your relationships with men. You might give and give too much even for the options that is considered "safe". And you might overthink everything you do or say around men. You might say "Damn why did I say that!" Alot Or "Do I look ugly or deformed for him" because he didn't look at you, after each interaction. And if not, some people in this group wore an iron mask in front of men. You wouldn't show emotions or any expression around them. But deep inside you are a little girl screaming and crying. People in this group might have self worth problems. You might overdo your make up, overdress yourself etc. This subconscious belief kept you stuck in the same old patterns and made you superman in the relationship with men. As I said before; you might got mad or angry at the traditional roles of the male and female relationships. And tried to be the initiative person in most interactions you had with men. Another subconscious belief is you'll be miserable alone? Pile one loneliness is something normal in this generation, everyone feels lonely but please don't let this loneliness affect your relationships. Don't go for good guys or "safe options" if you feel like they are no good for you.

How does all of that affect you currently?

So, all of this affect you currently by isolating you from romantic interactions. You might be someone who has been alone for too long. I see that you took this period of loneliness as a reflection period and reevaluated your old relationships. Like right now you are discovering what you truly value and want in romantic relationships. I see that this period of isolation and loneliness is slowly going to be over. I'm not seeing any romantic offers coming to you, but definitely I'm seeing you are slowly putting yourself out there. I also see that you are working hard and being persistent with yourself. You might just moved out from your parents house or wanting to settle down on your own or wanting to live in another place or change your location. I see you now being more in your feminine energy. You might have rejected that idea before but now you are slowly accepting the fact that you are good on your own but a good company won't hurt. You might be putting yourself out there, and getting to know people with no strings attached. I see that you are enjoying yourself truly and feeling calm and collected more than before. You might started to realize that you need to be more assertive of your current life. You might be someone who say "I'm the master of my own fate now". So, yeah you might also realized that your life needs you more than you need anyone.

Pile 2 - Sylvia laying on the towel

Your past relationships with men:

I see that this piles collective are mostly happily married women or new bride. I see that you either got married to the love of your life and feeling so happy and excited to spend the rest of your life with them or you have a happy marriage and a loving spouse in general. I see that you also might be pregnant with a baby girl and this girl will have water placements? (Pisces, cancer or scorpio). Anyways this pile’s energy towards men is so reassuring honestly. I don't really see that you have a bad relationships with men. You might be someone who is considered beautiful or pretty by social standards so any man who dated you wished that he could marry you right away. I see that you have a traditional relationship with men. You might be someone who date for marriage and if not then you might date for potential rather than money. Or you might want to start dating for marriage. I see that men always crush on you and they feel this urge to protect you and make you happy. I see that you are the type that make any man want marriage and other stuff. Like if a player met you and got the chance to know you, he might suddenly want to marry and have kids right away. You have this energy of "I'm the perfect wife". You might be a great option for men who want to settle down. They see the potential in you, the kids, the home you'll make. I guess this pile didn't really face bad things regard dating or perhaps most people in this pile are already married to their twin flame or soulmate. I see a lot of love and happiness (I'm so happy for you guys🥺).

Your subconscious belief about men:

This pile is a complete sweetheart to be honest. I see that you see men as great leaders and as someone who is going to guide you through your life. You might have a lot of taurus or libra placements or just your feminine energy is quite balanced. Also I feel that your sacral chakra is balanced or a little hyperactive? You might really care about men's pepe size? Omg pile two I feel turned on for no reason, do you perhaps fantasize about sex a lot? You might view sex as something sacred or extremely important for your well being. You might feel or like the sex between you and your partner a lot. I don't know why I got into all of these sexual stuff all of sudden. But I feel like subconsciously you might view men as sexually satisfying? You might had a great sexual companions or you just like that in general. I also see that you like assertive and wise men, men with a great vision of the future. Sex and men is something important in pile two's life. You might have the lover archetype? You can search that btw. But generally your subconscious thoughts about men are good I don't really see something bad, perhaps there's a thing but it is not considered bad. You might get attached to your partner? Perhaps, you might get a little obsessed with your partner. Not too much just a little. Or you like depending on them a lot. There's nothing wrong with being dependent but don't let that affect you whole being.

How does all of that affect you currently?

Okay, so I do see that this pile is very dedicated to their partner. I see that you might be someone who always keep in check of their partner's needs and wants. You also work simultaneously on making their partner satisfied and happy. I also see a very confident energy from you pile 2. You may be very confident in who you are, you may not be just beautiful but also with good personality. I see that you are nurturing and sweet when it comes to your family and partner. You make them feel comfortable and appreciated. I see that your spouse or partner feel on cloud 9 with you. They feel grateful for meeting you and keeping you in their life. I also see that you are someone who cares a lot for children. You take extra mile to help them and make them feel seen and heard. You might also have the mother archetype as a secondary function within your personality (search for the archetype if you don't know them). I see that unlike some people you chose you partners wisely and above all you stick for them through thick and thin. You are a marriage material pile two, may happiness always stay on your side.

Pile 3 - Sylvia on the beach

Past relationships with men:

Pile three I see that you are obsessed with manifesting your SP? Or you might try to manifest someone back into your life? I see you trying to manifest either an Ex or or someone whom your relationship with wasn't good for you but you thought it was so good. I pulled a confirmation card and and yes; you and this person might have distance between you two. Okay in this pile I am picking up on three energies, the first one talk about manifesting an Ex back. The second is manifesting someone with a specific traits and the third energy is for LGBTQ? I think some people in this pile kinda prefer women. I see that this pile have dated both gender or you were in a marriage with a man but it turned out to be so stressful for you, I also see that this pile might have realized that they prefer another gender? Like you might be someone who has been dating men for ages but then you crushed on a woman and now you are dating. I honestly see that scenario too, another scenario is that this pile didn't really get along with people from the opposite gender so you grow up liking women (the same gender as you) or even becoming a lesbian? I understand pile three (men are stressful). You might be a fire sign (Aries, Leo and sagittarius) or Air sign (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius), or you have those placements in your chart. I see also a strong Gemini energy too so you might be someone who is bisexual or gay in general. Or someone who really doesn't care about dating any kind of gender. I don't know why this came in so strongly. But feel free to take what resonates okay pile three?.

Your subconscious beliefs about men:

Woah, the cards kept jumping like crazy. This pile’s energy is so strong. Anyways I see that you have many toxic subconscious belief about men pile three. You think that men are a pure disappointment and that you need to keep your relationship with them as professional as possible. I think people in this pile might work in a field that requires them to always interact with men and if not. You might work in a teaching field or you might be a teacher yourself. I see that you have fantasized about weddings and wearing the perfect white dress but not to a man. You might like the idea of marriage but not marriage itself. I also see that some of your parents weren't really in a good marriage (financially) so you grow up in poverty or poor. I see that men aren't really interesting in your own lens pile three. I see also that you might be afraid to get in a relationship with a man because you are scared of getting used and left out. This pile seriously need to heal from abandonment wound, ooh I get it now! You might be someone who got abandoned by their male caregiver? I see that you might never met your real father or your father have left you in the dark so you grow up poor and fatherless (I'm so sorry pile three, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings). I see also that you might fear men deep down and fear being vulnerable with them? So you chose women as romantic interest (there’s nothing wrong with that). Anyways, you might have developed a close relationship with female friends and caregiver in general. So, you grew up rejecting men and not truly liking them. The moral story for this pile is to heal your abandonment wound and forgive yourself pile three, I'm getting this image of a girl doing destructive behaviors so she can never feel the pain of abandonment inside.

How does all of that affect you currently?

I see that you guys have a very unrealistic expectations from others and your own self. Even in the same gender relationship, you might be putting your standards so high that no one really can meet them. So, people might have called you picky with whom you date. This is funny idk where it came from but I think men called you a gold-digger because you have standards pile three (I respect that sm). I see that you enter a relationship with high expectations; at first both parties (you and your partner) at some point were able to meet them but then boom, you break up because you both have different views and well, expectations. I see that this pile can literally move on in a blink of an eye. You guys have a very chaotic energy, that's what I'm feeling. Also you might be a serial dater? Or you might be someone who is generous with giving or don't give at all but I see it is coming from you pile three especially in the money matter. You might be a little immature in the heart matter. I see that you might always get disappointed with how things are in your romantic relationships. I'm picking up on someone who's on a roller-coaster emotionally. I think you guys need to reflect and on your values and learn the lessons from your previous relationships, because it is literally causing you a lot of destruction in your life. Try to get in the hermit mode for a couple of months, try solo dating, reflect on your own values and what you truly want and appreciate in a partner and one day you'll be able to see the light coming in and you'll definitely find someone who will make you happy. And if not you have yourself, and as the wizard Liz said "You have you, you’ll never leave you" and I think it is beautiful. Try to watch her videos on YT she is a gem❤. God bless you pile three, take care of yourself.

Pile 4 - Sylvia Smiling

Your past relationship with men:

Okaaayyy, so I do think this pile are my lone wolf pile. This pile’s energy is soooo detached, especially from reality. I see that you haven't really had any real or physical connection to men. You might be a virgin because I feel like you never truly got engaged sexually with men before. You might be single since birth and the only interaction you had with men was a faraway crush, you don't care about real men, you are the girl who crush on fictional characters. I see that you are in your head most of the time. You fantasize about fictional men and /or your crush. You might be someone who is too shy to date or even have a romantic connection with someone even if they are interested. This pile gives off the damsel in distress vibe. Want to be saved by her fictional man rather than real one. You have a strong personality pile 4, you might be so independent in real life but when it comes to your imagination? Holy moly, you are so in love with fictional men and you want to be saved by them. I'm hearing "A man that do not exist", And if you are not like that you might be limerent on someone, yes, you might be a virgin and never dated but you had a crush on someone and it grew into limerence. Because I see that you are detached from the situation but in your head you are living and breathing this fantasy. Perhaps if you suspect having limerence you can read about it because it is not a crush. Crushes are short termed but limerence can take years to wear off. You might be even hesitant to talk to that person and if you do I don't think much really happen between you two. You are giving me the vibe of that one movie of Audry Hepburn, the movies name was Sabrina you can watch it if you want. It literally describes you perfectly. You might be also so sophisticated and diplomatic with males in general.

Your subconscious beliefs about men:

It is not about men, more about you pile 4. As I said above, you are very independent and detached. You do your own thing and you live the way you want. I see that this pile doesn't really like the idea of committing to something, you are free spirited and genuine. You might have the wild woman archetype, so genuine and raw. I see that the beliefs you are holding into are 1) I need to be constantly working on myself. And 2) I need to be independent so no one can control me. I see a very sweet energy but bold at the same time. Maybe like pile three you might have abandonment wound, especially from your father. He were there and not there at the same time. He might be dry with you emotionally, I see that he was there physically and financially but emotionally? Alas. He might made you feel rejected or left out in the cold; so, as a coping mechanism you started maladiptive daydreaming to escape the pain. This pile need to do shadow work tbh (you can search shadow work prompt on pinterest if you want to). I see you escaping to your own little fantasy world to not feel the pain of abandonment, healing is required to be able to form strong bond with men. And above all, realistic relationships with them. This pile is not destructive at all unlike pile three; their energy was so destructive, like they are dumping out all their trauma on constant dating and other destructive methods. I see this pile is very creative, you might be INFP,ISFP, INFJ, ISFJ and very small group are ENFJ. I am seeing creative with sharp tongue. You might be honest too. I see that you are an earth sign (Virgo, Taurus or Capricorn) or have those placements, some of you may be an aquarius too.

How does all of that affect you currently?

I got you pile four, you may lie about your marital status? Like if someone approached you because they like you, I see that you'll lie to them about being taken. You might tell those men that you are in a relationship? I see you using this method so you can run away from unwanted attention. You might not like the attention of the men who approach you in general. I see that some people in this group are constantly manifesting their future spouse, and you are waiting for him to materialize in you 3D? And if not then I see you being so intuitive about who you are going to marry. This pile is witchy; You may be a witch or a tarot reader and you know who your future spouse is. I see that you are waiting for them to be in your life. This pile are so in their head, like in reality they are so detached, closed off and passive. But behind the scenes you guys are constantly manifesting your spouse or a specific person to marry you. I see some of you have already lost faith in manifesting that person and others quit that too long ago, because nothing really happen. I see that you are working on yourself (self care, workout, etc). And focusing on your own thing (studying, going to school/college, working your 9-5 shift). But mentally you are imagining many scenarios on how you'll meet them and how they are going to be like (future spouse or SP). I see that many people in this pile are young like literally under 28 years old or even under 30. Guys I see that you might get the person you want but you do really need to get out of your comfort zone. And embrace change, I see that many of you are either introverts or have passive personalities in general. You might not have many friends or a very tight social circle. You need to face reality and be more assertive of what you want in relationships pile four.

Thank you for reading, take care❤.

Post date: 28th/Aug/2024-Wed

*Feedback is appreciated

[jesuistrestriste]

Sage hear me out...

Divorced dilf art who calls his younger gf mommy

art stays cooped up in the house all day—everyday—when you’re out at your hot new job.

he thinks about all the guys your age who probably ogle you and try to make passes at you, not knowing that you’ve got a man pushing 40 waiting at home for you with dinner and a pair of warm, strong open arms.

sigh.

when you do get home, he’s there to greet you (as always). he walks over and holds you close; kissing your cheek, and then your lips and your neck. each one soft and sweet and attempting to wipe your mind of any flirtation from younger men that you may or may not have endured throughout the afternoon.

“hi,” he whispers, and you slide your fingertips down his lower back, making him tremble like a wet kitten.

“hey, baby,” you hum in return. you’re shorter than him, and so when he leans his weight into you his forehead naturally falls into your shoulder. he smells like warmth and outdated cologne and need.

he mouths at your neck in the next moment, his hands sliding to lovingly cup your waist, “i missed you so much.. can i have you now?” he breathes out, his voice shaking and pleading. you feel something thick and warm press into your hip from inside his sweatpants.

and you chuckle and shake your head. he bites his bottom lip to stifle a petulant whimper.

“i missed you too,” you nip at his ear, “but i need you to use your manners if you want something from me.”

he stiffens for a moment before he stumbles forward a bit, taking you with him and gently pushing your back up against the door. “i’m sorry.”

the apology spills from his lips with an earnest desire to make his obedience known. he’d never want to disappoint you. you’re all he has these days.

“can i… can i please have you now?”

a breath. a shake of your head. a rock of his hips against your body followed by a sorrowful, begging moan.

“no?” he shifts against you, his body aching for yours.

“you’re forgetting something, Art.”

it only takes a moment for him to process your words before he’s mumbling a slurry of “i’m so sorry”s into your neck. but apologies only go so far, don’t they? he needs to correct his behavior. he needs to show you that he knows what you want from him.

“please…” he whispers, “please, mommy..”

the honorific rolls off his tongue like honey, heavy and sweet. it hangs in the air between you two and then you let out a low chuckle, “much better.”

“mommy,” he breathes out again, his erection involuntarily pulsing against your body through his clothes, “mommy, mommy, mommy—ngh“

his tone grows more desperate with each mumbling of the word; higher in pitch and more urgent. your hands move up to stroke his short blonde hair, and then you whisper into his ear.

“what do you want?”

god, what doesn’t he want? he wants your hand down his pants, your perfect cunt wrapped around his unworthy cock, your mouth, your lips, your tits. everything.

but he knows you. he knows that this is a trick question. you’re phrasing it like you’re going to give him something, a treat—a reward, but it’s a bit of a trap.

there’s a right and a wrong answer here. pick the wrong one, and he’s in for a night of painful orgasm denial (coupled with a ruined one to end the evening).

but luckily, art is smart. he knows what you want to hear.

“i.. i wanna eat mommy out.”

you pull back gently from him; and judging by the look that spreads over your face when he says that, he picked the right response.

you smile, and then your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders. in an instant, art finds himself being pushed down to the floor in front of you. he can’t help but scoot forward and shove his boner against your ankle, rutting himself into your soft skin as he dribbles precome in his briefs.

you lean back against the door, hiking up your skirt, before you’re looking down to him expectantly.

“don’t make me do all the work, baby,” you practically purr.

art’s hands scramble up your thighs to your panties, which he peels off of your sticky core with wide eyes, letting the thin fabric garment fall to pool at your heels. you giggle.

you kick them off to the side, feeling your boyfriend’s hands clutched around your legs. you sling a leg over his left shoulder, spreading your folds for him to see, and he wastes no time in parting his lips and engulfing your heat with his mouth.

you groan, letting your head loll back, and you move your fingers—letting them wander to the back of his hair once more to push his face further against you. you grind on his eager tongue, feeling him flick it over your clit as he whimpers and suckles. what a slut.

his baby blues look up to you with weighted lids, lapping at your cunt like it’s something he’s been starved of for years. his pupils dilate intensely as he stares up at you like you’re a god; something holy and unreal. and when you shake over his mouth’s ministrations, getting close, he lets out a long, drawn-out whine into your core.

he’s murmuring something that sends vibrations up your spine from the coil deep in your gut. it’s hard to make anything out when he’s drowning in you and loving it, but you can decipher bits and pieces.

“please, mommy”

“come in my mouth, mommy”

“give it all to me, mommy”

“i can take it, mommy”

you’re everything he’s ever dreamt about. you bend his perception of time and space and reason and logic. how could a sweet, beautiful, young thing like you ever want a washed-up, older athlete like him?

he prays that you don’t only like him for his money, and then he closes his eyes and mouths at your sensitive bud. he drools all over it like a sick dog, his brows pinching up as he moans out incoherent pleas for you to finish.

and holy fuck, you come hard.

a strangled cry jolts out of you as your back arches, mixing with a helpless sob from art, and then you absolutely soak his tongue with your juices. it gushes all over his face and he swallows as fast as he can; hell, he nearly chokes on it.

“ffffuck! art! oh my god, good boy, good boy, such a good boy!”

you rock over him until your orgasm recedes, and you pull his head back from you shakily by your tender hold on his hair. strings of your slick cling to the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose; a lewd squelch echoing out as he’s forcefully disconnected from your body. a dazed smile graces your lips and you peer down to watch as art’s hips shake against the hardwood floor and a dark stain appears at the front of his sweats. it’s a pathetic sight, really.

but you watch him moan softly and keep his gaze trained on you as he wipes his chin messily with the back of his hand.

“was i good?” he whispers, like he’ll cry if you say no.

he needs to hear you say it when he’s not lost in the throes of your climax.

your chest is still heaving while you try to slow your labored breaths, but you lean down anyways and meet his lips with yours. you taste yourself on his tongue. he shudders and winces.

you pull back, your bottom lip brushing his.

“so good, baby..”

art kisses the corner of your mouth softly, just once. he’s melting into you.

he loves you. but he swallows that down for now. he opts to murmur out something that’ll sum up everything he feels in a more palatable manner. something that makes him seem less desperate to keep you all to himself for as long as you can tolerate him.

something that he’s earnestly dying to say.

something that he knows you deserve to hear.

“thank you.”

[chilschuck]

Not sure how to put this into words (again) but... Chilchuck with a very affectionate reader, one that's always wanting to hug him and hold his hand. Hopeless romantic falls in love with divorced man in his midlife???

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHH ANOTHER ADORABLE REQUEST FROM YOU ANON!!! i hope i did it justice!! i wrote this cozy in bed half asleep so it may be more sappy than usual…. Hshkshsjshksj. i hope you enjoy!! <333

— INTERTWINED: chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, fluffy + sfw!!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 988. short but sweet!

✦ decided to give you a drabble instead of hcs this time, hope that’s okay!! this was super fun and i would love to elaborate more on the idea, hehe. <333

Physical touch was your love language, that much was clear. With the other party members, you found yourself patting their shoulder or back as you passed. Maybe even offering a hug here and there when you felt it was needed. Yet, with Chilchuck, you discovered your love language really stood out.

When he offered a hand to you to help with your balance, you would take it, giving it a light squeeze in return. Even when you were fine on your feet again, you still didn’t want to let go. You craved his touch so much that even in darker parts of the dungeon, you intertwined your fingers with his. The first time you did it, you could practically hear the sound of his head turning to give you a look. If he was uncomfortable with your touch, he didn’t verbalize it. Instead, he understood what you were seeking, and helped to give you a bit of that comfort.

Hand holding was easy to hide your true intent with, but you began craving even more. Your bravery would shine through when you’d feel his hand in yours long enough, and pretty soon you were setting up your bedroll beside his.

Chilchuck blinked, looking up from situating under his blanket to raise a brow towards you. “What are you doing?”

Biting back a laugh at his oblivious question, you decided to give a light grin instead. “Wanted to sleep beside you tonight. Heard you were warm.” That caused his face to heat up, as he fussed and grumbled about Izutsumi under his breath. Not able to hold back that laugh any longer, you giggled at his behavior before getting cozy in your own covers.

“Goodnight, Chilchuck.” You spoke softly, reaching out a hand to rub his back for a moment. Your touch was soft, cautious, and full of a need to feel him under your palms. Instead of complaining about your affections, you noticed his eyes begin to grow heavy. Stifling a yawn, he ran his fingers through his hair before saying your name. “‘Night.”

You’d willingly call yourself a hopeless romantic. Enjoying the time you spent by his side and the small touches you managed to give, of course you’d begin to crave more. It was no longer enough just to give his hand an occasional squeeze or a reassuring pat on his shoulder. You noticed you’d often daydream about what it’d be like to hold him, and soon enough, you couldn’t take it anymore.

One night, the half-foot seemed to be lost in thought. He stared at his hands in his lap, tuning out any voices chatting around him. Except, of course, your own.

“Chilchuck?” You called in that sweet tune that always made an appearance when it came to him. “You okay? You seem preoccupied.”

Sitting beside him, you waited until he gave a reply in that tired tone you had grown used to. “Just thinking.”

Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him gently to you. The hug was brief, but enough to knock him out of his stupor and widen his eyes. When you let him go, you made sure that every little detail of his chest pressed against yours would remain in your memory.

“You looked like you needed a hug.”

And he did. He always did when it came to you. It was strange, but he began waiting for your touches, your hands intertwining with his, your gentle caresses when he struggled to sleep. Chilchuck cleared his throat, trying once again to ignore the slight feeling of pink rising in his cheeks. “…Thanks.”

It was strange just how much you were doing to him. It was obvious what your intentions were, yet he couldn’t seem to make himself turn you down. He wondered, with a small smile, just what you’d pull him into next.

“You seem to let them do anything, huh?” Marcille questioned him one day, the two of them walking ahead of the rest of the party. Chilchuck gave a light scoff in response, his hands resting behind his head as they usually did. At least, when they weren’t intertwined with yours.

“That’s not true and you know it.” It was Marcille’s turn to make a sound, a huff of unconvinced laughter leaving her lips. Rolling her eyes, she thought about all she could throw in his face to tell him otherwise.

The constant hand holding, the sleeping next to each other, the soft hugs you would give him anytime you could. You’d even offer to rub his back for him to help him get sleepy again, something he was growing more and more tempted to accept. Counting on her fingers as she listed all the offenses, Chilchuck grew increasingly more embarrassed. He managed to somehow hide into his neckwarmer, before barking out, “Ok, ok, enough! Alright, I get it. No need to be a smartass.”

Marcille was definitely proud of herself, wondering just how much of this would end up like one of her romance novels. Maybe what he needed was someone much more romantic then he was, a foil to his cynical character.

She felt herself grin.

Chilchuck could deny it, but many things about you made him soft. Your smile, the way it crinkled your eyes, the way it lit up a room like some sort of magic. It was almost too much to bear, yet like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t help but gravitate towards it.

Maybe your hopeless romanticism was beginning to rub off on him or something. Especially, as he finally tucked himself in for the night next to you, he still longed for your affection. You had somehow managed to captivate a man who felt he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, seek love again. You proved him wrong on countless occasions, and even as he felt his eyes begin to succumb to sleep, your voice called him home.

“Goodnight, Chilchuck.”

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <33

[absurdthirst]

The Summoning {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.8k

Warnings: Single parenthood. mentions of sexual awakenings, trick or treating, jealousy, possessiveness, disgusting behavior, horrible exes, confessions, making out, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, praise, soft dom Frankie, cream pie.

Comments: After both of your ex's left, you and Frankie become back up for each other as you navigate single parenthood. Trick or treating together with your boys leads to horrific things - the return of the monster exes. You only have each other to help you survive.

A/N: Reader's costume is Leia Organa's white dress, but no mention of race or ethnicity is mentioned.

Co-written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Alex, hurry up!” You call out to your son. “We need to get started trick or treating before it gets too dark!” You know that normally it’s the kids hassling the parents to go out and gather up pillowcases full of candy, but you are excited for this year. You don’t have to pull a wagon, or push a stroller, your son is old enough to want to go up to the doors alone to pick out his little treat and you had thought that your costume of Han Solo for him and Leia for you was particularly inspired. Glancing out the window, you see your neighbor, Frankie, setting out his bowl of candy on the porch. “Shit! The candy!” You hiss, having forgotten about your own bowl for the trick or treaters to grab while you are gone. 

Frankie makes sure his porch light is on as he sets the plastic pumpkin full of candy on the doorstep with a sign that says ‘take one only’. He doesn't want to be a Karen, but the bars are full sized. He wanted to be a cool dad for his son by getting the big bars. His son who is practically vibrating with excitement to get out of the house. Dressed as Grogu, the five year old is excited to trick or treat. "Hurry up, Papa!" He demands by the garage door and Frankie chuckles, reaching for his helmet after he shuts the front door. "You got your bucket, little man?" He asks his son, "yeah!" He cheers and Frankie places the helmet on his head before he ushers his son onto the driveway so he can shut the garage door. He turns towards your house, his next door neighbor that has him jerking off every damn day. You moved in around the same time he did. Your boyfriend left you around the same time his wife asked for a divorce and you have helped each other out. Babysitting and school drop offs. You've been his angel, his unbelievably beautiful angel that he has sex dreams about. Tonight, you are his wet dream come true. "Fuck." He hisses, glad for the helmet on his head as you walk down the sidewalk to his driveway, dressed as Leia Organa. Most men would be turned on by the outfit Leia wore when she was captured by Jabba the Hutt but Frankie...his fantasy was the white dress with the blaster in her hand. Capable. Feisty. Sexy. And here you are, dressed in that outfit.

“Hi!” The boys rush towards each other, throwing their arms around each other like it has been five years instead of about an hour since they had seen each other. You normally pick the kids up from school, getting Frankie’s son as well since he got off work later than you did. You bite your lip and grin at the two before trying to hide how sexy you think Frankie looks in the Mando uniform. You waggle your brows as he struts up to you confidently, that blank visor almost as sexy as you had imagined it when you watched The Mandalorian. “Well, Mando.” You greet him with a grin. “They say that armor makes the man.” You whistle playfully. “I don’t know if I need to be walking around you. You’ll be beating the women off with a stick.” Frankie is your perfect version of a man. Strong, kind, a good father. He’s the type that will mow the grass and cut your yard too and yet he apologizes when he needs to ask if you can watch his son while he takes another flight. His sexiness is only increased by a thousand percent knowing he’s a pilot. It’s hard to imagine him dating one day and you hate that it won’t be you. 

He chuckles, wiping his gloved hands on his pants, and shakes his head. He is glad he's used to wearing something on his face so he doesn't fog it up. "Yeah, while you are dressed as every guy's fantasy since 1977. You look amazing." He says and tilts his helmet, "this costume...it looks okay?" He asks while the boys tell each other how cool the other looks.

“Yeah, it is.” You admit, glancing up and down the costume. He got a really good one, it definitely wasn’t one of those cheap costumes he bought at Spirit. It was more of a cosplay costume and it makes you think of riding him while he’s wearing it. “It looks great.” You promise. “And Grogu is adorable.” You shift your attention back to the boys so you don’t embarrass yourself by drooling. “Are you guys going now? Do you want to trick or treat together?”

"Together!" Alejandro says and Frankie chuckles, reaching out to tug on the costume ears. "You good going together?" Frankie asks, knowing he'd be grateful to have company while Ale gets his candy. He will need a distraction from watching you walk in that damn costume but the kids will keep you occupied.

“Of course.” You scoff playfully and bat your lashes at him. “Help me, Mando.” You plead in the same tone Carrie Fisher had used as Leia. “You’re my only hope.” You know the night will be better in the company of your handsome neighbor and once you get your son to sleep, you will touch yourself thinking about the way he walks in that suit, how it seems to be natural on him.

Frankie bites his lip to smother the hiss that threatens to escape. His cock twitches under the suit and he inhales deeply to calm down. This is going to be a long night and he knows he will be jerking off in the shower after Ale is asleep. "This is the way." He deepens his voice and the boys cheer, gripping their bags as you set down the street to the first house.

You turn to check out the Halloween decorations in the yards, not wanting to have Frankie see how badly that change of tone affected you. You haven’t noticed how much his voice sounds like Mando’s. That’s just more fuel for the lust that is already out of control. “Okay, here’s the first house.” You call out cheerful, watching as the boys race up the walkway. “Remember your manners!”

The boys rush up to the door, ringing the doorbell, and Frankie chuckles when they shout "trick or treat!" at old man Jenkins. "How pissed off do you think he's gonna be by the end of the night?" He asks you as he turns his head, wishing he could see better in the damn helmet.

“He turns his light off in about thirty minutes.” You snort, glancing over at the helmet and it’s honestly disappointing not to look into those wonderful brown eyes he has. As soon as they get their candy, they are thundering back down the steps of the front porch and racing back over to the two of you. You lift a hand and wave at the old man. “Happy Halloween!” You call out. “And May the Force be with you!”

The old man waves back, “have fun kids.” He mutters as he closes his door, “he better make a move if she’s wearing that outfit. Every man’s fantasy.” The boys are already dragging you to the next house and you giggle, “we are gonna have to ration the candy.” Frankie nods, “they will be bouncing off the walls till Christmas.” The boys rush off down the walk of the next house and Frankie adjusts the belt of his costume, “so, uh, how was work today?”

“Work was long.” You admit with a shrug. “I would have rather been home with the boys, doing Halloween things.” Since your ex left, it seems like you have less time to really spend with your son on the fun projects but you haven’t been getting any money from him and child support enforcement is slow. “I wanted to make spooky pizzas for dinner but we didn’t get time.” You glance over at him. “Any flights today?”

Frankie sighs under his helmet, knowing that you’ve been struggling since your ex left. He wants to help out as much as possible and you are too proud to take money so he helps by looking after your son when he can. Ale loves it and he is happy to help. “Yeah. A few. One couple - either they are goths or really like Halloween - came dressed in all black and the guy proposed. It was romantic in its own way.” He chuckles, “they were happy and it kinda made me miss having a partner.” He confesses, “not that I miss Maria. She can go, well, you know, but I miss having someone there for the small things.”

“Yeah.” You snort. “I don’t miss He Who Shall Not Be Named, but I miss not being a single parent. I never thought he would quit being a father too.”

“He’s a - a barstool.” Frankie edits his curse when the kids rush back towards you both. “Yeah. A real barstool.” You scoff and you continue down the sidewalk to the next house. “Momma, look! I got Kit Kat!” Your son cheers as he holds up his treat and you smile, “that’s awesome, baby.” Frankie watches you with a smile concealed by the helmet. You’re such a good mother and you work hard for what you have. “I haven’t heard from Maria in so long. She just left town and - well, both of us deserved better.”

“I could never imagine just leaving Alejandro.” You murmur. You wouldn’t imagine leaving Frankie either, but that’s different. He is innocent and her child. You look at your son and could never leave him, no matter what. “Next house?” You ask the boys, who cheer happily, eager to get more candy.

Frankie walks alongside you as the boys chatter about their candy and he wishes again that this was his family. That he was with you and the boys were brothers. It’s impossible to make it a reality. He doesn’t want to ruin this great friendship he has with you. You’ve shared many nights together while the boys played. Watching movies as a group, having dinner, going bowling. It’s easy to imagine this being real. It’s too easy to love you and that terrifies him. He doesn’t want to get hurt again.

You enjoy listening to Frankie as he talks about his work and life. It’s easy and comfortable with him, almost scary how seamlessly he fits into your day to day life. Honestly, you don’t know how you would have survived your ex leaving you without Frankie’s help and his shoulder to cry on. You didn’t want the asshole back, he was right, you deserved better. But your son deserved his father and you can only thank Frankie for being a positive male influence for him now.

Frankie chuckles when the boys come rushing down the path towards you, buckets nearly overflowing. “I think we got enough candy.” He smirks just as Tony and his daughter appear. He’s dressed as Woody from Toy Story while his little girl, Sally, is dressed like Barbie. He’s a single parent but he has shared custody with his ex wife. He gets Sally on weekends. “Hey neighbors. You all look amazing. I freaking love Star Wars.” Tony grins and the kids start to compare candy while Tony drags his eyes along your form, “Leia was like my sexual awakening as a teenager.” He confesses with a chuckle, his eyes finally meeting yours.

You chuckle and shrug. “Wasn’t she everyone’s?” You ask, although you had definitely had a thing for Harrison Ford, you just wanted to be Leia. You look at Laurie and grin. “She’s a cute Barbie.” You compliment, although you don’t comment on his costume. “You had much luck tonight?”

Tony nods, “she’s gonna be bouncing off the walls for the entire weekend but I guess I can give her some candy and I’ll get to watch the game tomorrow. You watch football, Morales?” Tony asks Frankie, who shakes his helmet, “not really my thing.” He confesses, and Tony snorts, “probably more a Call of Duty kind of guy.” Frankie shakes his head, “I don’t really like to play games. Especially ones that remind me of combat.” He says and Tony doesn’t recognize the tone of his voice as his attention turns back to you, “listen, I, uh, I don’t have Sally on Friday. She’s having dinner with the ex bitch’s new boyfriend and he only has that night off. He’s a doctor.” He shakes his hands sarcastically, “and I wondered if you wanted to get dinner. Maybe Morales can watch your kid.”

You have to give him points for having the audacity to ask you out and proposition Frankie to watch your kid all in the same sentence, but it’s for all the wrong reasons. And the way Tony talks about his ex is disgusting, especially within earshot of Sally. You might have talked about your ex with Frankie, but you and Tony don’t have that kind of friendship. “Sorry.” You wince and try to look like you are sorry. “I’ve already made plans for the weekend.”

Frankie clenches his jaw under his helmet, wanting to grab Tony and tell him to fuck off but he isn’t that kind of guy. Instead, he reaches out to wrap his arm around your waist, dragging you against him. “Yeah. She has plans.” He says coolly to the other man whose eyes widen in understanding. “Good for you, man. Finally made a move.” He compliments, revealing how flippant he is, and Sally rushes over, “daddy! All the good candy is gonna go!” She whines and Tony sighs, “okay, honey. Come on. See you round, lovebirds.” He chuckles and walks off with his daughter. Frankie drops his hand from your waist, clearing his throat. “Sorry. I just - I figured you weren’t interested in him.”

“Don’t be.” You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “I’d rather he believe I’m unavailable - forever.” You huff, wishing that you were off the market for that reason, but you don’t want to make Frankie think the only reason you’ve been helping him is so that you could get close to him. He has complained about some obvious moms at some do the school functions before. “Thank you, Francisco.”

Hearing you say his full name has his cock twitching but he pushes that aside, rubbing his gloved hands on his pants. “You ready to get the kids back? I have some snacks ready and we can watch a movie before they go to bed?” He suggests, having already agreed to watch the boys tonight so you can have some alone time.

“That would be good.” You agree, smiling at him through his helmet. “Something scary. I miss watching horror movies.” You admit. “I don’t like watching them all the time when I’m sleeping alone, but I’m going to do it tonight.” You laugh. “It’s Halloween after all.”

Frankie chuckles, “you’ll be fine. You pick the movie. I’ll handle our monsters.” He jokes as he calls out for the boys. “Time to head home. I’ll eat the unwanted candy.” He announces and Alejandro pouts, “papa. I want it all.” Frankie looks in his bag, “even the Almond Joy?” He raises his eyebrows even though no one can see. “Yeah.” Ale pouts and Frankie chuckles, “who the hell gives out Almond Joy on Halloween?” He scoffs as you make your way back to his house.

You giggle quietly. “I like Almond Joy.” You admit, grinning when he gives you a look of horror. “Not an almond fan or coconut fan?” You ask, remembering how much he had raved over your Italian crème cake you had made for spring. It definitely had coconut in it. You wonder if he had just been polite about it.

"I like the flavors but not almond joy. It's like the flax seed of candy. Doesn't taste naughty enough." He smirks but you can't see it. He reaches for his helmet, taking it off when you walk up his driveway and he punches the code in the pad to open the garage door.

You hum as the boys both race towards the interior garage door to go into the house. Gasping when the door opens before they get to it, and your entire body jolts in shock when you see Frankie’s ex standing in the doorway, smiling widely at Alejandro. “Baby boy!” She cries, crouching down and opening her arms wide for a hug.

Frankie freezes, almost dropping the helmet in his hand as he stares at Maria kneeling in the doorway, hugging the son she left behind. He swallows harshly, glancing at you, and he straightens his back. "Maria. What - what are you doing here?" He asks and she kisses Alejandro's hair while your son comes to your side. "I'm here to see my baby boy." She coos as she cuddles her son. "I, uh, I didn't know - you didn't call. You've been gone for eighteen months." He says with a bite to his tone.

“Well I’m back now.” She replies breezily, as if she had just been late getting home from the store. Your stomach twists, knowing how broken up Frankie had been when she left and now she’s back. You call your son over to your side. “Come on, buddy.” You murmur quietly, knowing the plans have changed. “We need to get home.”

Frankie turns to look at you, "can you take Ale? I need to talk to her." He asks and you nod, "of course." Alejandro steps back from his mom. She left him and he asked where she was every damn day for a month so now, Frankie is pissed at her. "Wait. I want to see my son." Maria pouts and Frankie shakes his head, "we need to talk." He tells Alejandro to go eat some candy at your house and he is eager to go, rushing off with you and your son to inspect their loot. Frankie closes the garage door and ushers a pouting Maria into the house. "What are you doing here?" He asks, setting the helmet down on the counter.

“I live here.” Maria tells Frankie, who scoffs and shakes his head. “You haven’t lived here for eighteen fucking months.” He reminds her. Sighing, she sends him a puppy dog look that used to melt any resistance he had towards her. “I missed you,” she pouts softly, stepping closer and running her hand down the armor plate on his chest. “This is shiny.” She coos, hoping to seduce him and put him in a better mood. Frankie is always pliable after cumming.

Frankie takes her hand and pushes it away, she can’t melt him with that face any more. “You left. Without a word. Ale asked about you for a fucking month and I didn’t even have an answer for him. I heard you were seen with his pediatrician. I took him for his check up and the man had the fucking audacity to smirk when he fake asked me where you were. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. It’s over, Maria. I don’t wanna hear your excuses. I don’t want to listen to you beg and plead to come back. We are doing fine without you. I packed up your things. They are in the guest room. Get your shit and get out of my house. I’ll see you in court for custody.” He says with as much calm as he can muster but his eyes are piercing.

Maria frowns and bites her lip. “But that was a mistake, baby.” She whines softly. “I- I was being foolish. I didn’t realize what I had.” The plain truth was that he had dumped her. Told her that he was bored and it was time to move on. The trade up that she had been expecting lasted a short time and then she had been sent packing. “I realize that now and we can be a family again.”

Frankie scoffs, “you cheated on me, left me and our son without even a note, and you expect me to take you back? I’ve fought in the most dangerous places on the planet and I’d sooner be dropped back there than get back together with you. We are done. Go back to wherever you crawled out from. My lawyer will be serving divorce papers and I want majority if not full custody of our son.” He says with a clenched jaw, ready for her to be out of his house. All that time he thought he had driven her away but she is the reason she left, not him. She was greedy and wanted more. “Leave now before I call the police.”

This time, Maria’s face twists into an angry scowl. “You can’t do this, Francisco.” She sneers. “This is my house too. And there’s no way a court would give you custody with your record.” She taunts, smirking viciously. “Drug charges aren’t good for custody battles.”

“You left. You left without a word and I’m clean. I go to meetings. I go to therapy. Damn sure had to do more of it after you left. I’ve been here for our son. I provide for our son. I own this house. You moved in with me, remember? Leave now. You can’t intimidate me.” He promises, crossing his arms.

Gritting her teeth, Maria fumes that he’s not falling at her feet, happy that she’s giving him another chance. “This isn’t the end of this, Francisco.” She hisses, pushing past him to the door. “You’re gonna regret this.”

Frankie watches her go, exhaling in relief when the door shuts. He leans against the wall and closes his eyes. He doesn’t want his wife back but he hates that she hurt him so much. He’s been in battles, taken bullets, taken lives, and nothing affected him more than being left by his wife. He knows he fucked up when he got into coke. A mistake he made when Alejandro got really sick. He was in hospital with an infection and they weren’t sure if he was gonna make it. Frankie went off the deep end but he crawled his way back to be the husband and father he should’ve been. Maria repaid him by leaving and cheating on him. He gathers his thoughts and decides to make his way over to your place. He needs a drink and someone to talk to.

You’ve been trying not to think about what is happening next door since you shuffled the kids into your house. You’ve had them dump their buckets and helped them go through the candy, throwing out any that had been opened and explaining why it was necessary. Hating how your stomach is churning and you want to look over there, but you don’t. Finally allowing them to pick out three pieces of candy to eat before bed, you laugh when both boys choose the full sized candy bars they had gotten from Frankie’s candy bowl. “Alright, but you will only have that one.” You warn. 

Frankie comes over, knocking on your door despite him having the code. He doesn’t want to intrude after he has spent ten minutes calming down. You answer the door and he inhales deeply, his dark eyes soft as he looks at you with worry on your face. “She’s gone.” He murmurs, “I sent her away.”

“That was a surprise.” It’s an understatement but you don’t want to insult her if he’s going to get back together with her. “Alejandro keeps asking about her.” You glance back at the boys as they sit at the table. “She coming back tomorrow?”

Frankie shakes his head, "I told her to get her shit from the garage and leave. I am not getting back together with her. She cheated on me in my darkest moment. She was supposed to stand by my side. I cannot - we are done. I don't love her and I will fight to keep Ale from her. You can't pick and choose when you can be a parent." He curls his upper lip in disgust and looks over at the boys, "am I doing the right thing? Sending her away from him?"

“You are.” You assure him, feeling guilty for it, but you are relieved. You don’t want him to get back together with a woman who is so selfish to leave her son. “Think about how upset Ale will be when she disappears again.”

Frankie nods, "I - I can't let her hurt him again. When she left the first time, he was so upset." He murmurs as the boys look over at him and Alejandro rushes over to him. "Papa! Where's mama?" He asks and Frankie swallows, kneeling down to talk to his son. "Mama had to leave. She - she lives in another house. She will talk to you soon." He vaguely promises and sighs when Ale pouts in disappointment but it's better this way. "She left again?" He asks and Frankie nods, "yeah. It's okay though. Show me what candy you got." He distracts the little boy who grins and grabs his hand to drag him over to the table to show him his loot.

You watch the two of them, your heart aching for the little boy, although you know he will be better for this. His mother drifting in and out of his life would do him no good. “They really raked in the candy.” You walk over and ruffle your son’s hair affectionately.

Frankie chuckles, “we will have to ration them. Are you okay having them tonight? We can put them to bed and watch that scary movie but I doubt anything is gonna be as scary as Maria showing up.” He chuckles sarcastically as he watches the boys.

“No, you deserve to get drunk.” You snort, it’s a change from him having the kids, but that’s okay. “Maybe go out and have some fun.”

He shakes his head, “nah. I’d rather be here watching a movie with you unless you wanna be alone?” He asks, tilting his head towards you in case you want to be on your own.

“No.” You shake your head. “I’d rather watch a movie with you than be alone.” You bite your lip, watching him sigh softly and look back towards Alejandro again. “It will be okay.” You promise, putting your hand on his costumed arm.

He sighs and glances down at his outfit, “good thing there’s sweats under the armor.” he chuckles and ruffles his son’s hair, “come on mijo. Time for bed.” He orders and Alejandro pouts, “but I want to have another piece of candy.” Frankie shakes his head, “you can have some candy tomorrow. Come on, we can put an episode of Mandalorian on for you.”

You also usher your son to bed through the protests, although they are fewer now that he knows Alejandro will be spending the night. You keep a toothbrush for the other boy and soon their teeth are brushed and you’ve promised they can sleep in the core of their costumes, without any of the ties and toys.

The boys snuggle into the sheets as you kneel on the bed to put on an episode of The Mandalorian. “One episode. The TV is on a timer and I have the remote so sleep as soon as it’s over, okay?” You say and they nod, “yes mommy.” Your son says and Frankie comes in to say goodnight to his son after he’s gotten comfortable taking his shoes and costume off.

You kind of hate that he has taken off the costume, it was hot. You step back and wonder if you should change out of the Leia outfit, since he was dressing down. But before you can decide, you hear the doorbell and a chorus of “trick or treat!” Coming from the front porch. “Oh, I’ll get them.” You had forgotten to turn off the light and the candy bowl was empty.

Frankie watches you head to the front door, older kids standing there with buckets and you hold your finger up. “Hold on, kids. I have another bag.” You promise and rush into the kitchen. Frankie makes his way to the front door to see the kids, “you’ve got some cool costumes.” He smiles, looking at the excited teenagers. He remembers those days. So eager to grow up and now, he’d give anything to regain that kind of innocence.

“Thanks.” Happy to just not be hassled for being “too old to trick or treat”, the kids stand patiently while you rush over with a bag of candy and start handing it out. “Happy Halloween!” They thunder back down the stairs and out into the dark night, laughing and chattering happily about their candy haul.

Frankie chuckles, "I miss those days sometimes until I remember how awkward I was and I couldn't even talk to a girl." He admits after you close the door.

“You?” You scoff, sending him a dubious look. “I doubt that. I’ve seen pictures of you from boot camp, you were so cute. There’s no way you didn’t have a girlfriend or several in high school.”

Frankie blushes a little at your compliment, “I was super awkward. I could barely say hi to a woman. It wasn’t until boot camp that I lost my virginity to this girl who worked at the local bar and I was kinda a late bloomer.” He admits and watches you for a moment. “You got any popcorn, sweetheart? I can get the movie set up.”

You know that he’s a little uncomfortable, but you nod, giving him a minute. “Sure. Kettle corn alright?” You know it is, it’s his favorite. He nods and you go into the kitchen to get the popcorn started, putting together a little tray of food to go along with the snack. Knowing Frankie, he hasn’t eaten dinner and he should.

He turns on the TV and finds the app to open for the scary movie and he calls out “what do you wanna watch?” just as the doorbell rings and Frankie frowns, knowing it’s too late for trick or treaters now.

“Who the hell could that be?” You had turned off the light and frown as you come out of the kitchen. Frankie stands up but you wave him off. “I’ll get it.” You promise, opening the door and your eyes widen in shock at the sight of your ex boyfriend standing in the doorway.

Frankie frowns when he hears your gasp and he stands up, “what’s going on? Who is that?” He asks with concern lacing his voice. He walks over to the door and his frown deepens when he sees your ex standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You demand and he holds up his key ring. “Why the fuck doesn’t my key work?” He answers, making you scoff. “I changed the locks when you decided you were leaving.” You tell him. “You don’t get to just walk back into my house whenever you want.”

Frankie clenches his jaw, pissed that your asshole ex is back on the scene. Tonight really is a demonic event. He steps back, heart aching because he knows you might want to get back together with him. You’d mentioned how lonely you are and how you miss having a partner.

His eyes shift to Frankie behind you. Narrowing slightly in recognition. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Your ex puffs up, like he’s trying to be intimidating, but he just manages to look like a fool. “Frankie is here because I want him to be.” You snap. “Unlike you. So I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Frankie doesn’t like his tone and he hovers. “I am here to see my son. I want to come home.” Your ex demands, “this is my house. I want to come back.” He says with his jaw clenched, “and you should let me come home now. It’s been long enough.”

“Not a fucking chance.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “It’s too late to wake him up and you haven’t seen him in a year and a half. A YEAR AND A HALF!” You hiss angrily. “You aren’t coming back home. Your home is with whatever slut you were sleeping with.”

Frankie puffs his chest, angry for you, and he shakes his head at the audacity. “You can’t keep him from me.” Your ex growls and you shake your head, “you left. You left him. And me. For some slut that works at the shop.” Your ex scoffs, “she was good for sucking cock, that’s all.”

“And yet you threw away our relationship and didn’t see your son this entire time.” He must have gotten dumped. “He’s asleep and I’m watching a movie, so you need to leave.”

Your ex exhales through his nose, “this ain’t over. I’ll be back. He’s my son. You are mine. I won’t just give that up.” He growls and spins on his heel, stalking down the path to his truck.

“When you come back, why don’t you bring me a check for the last year and a half of child support!” You call after him, slamming the door and throwing the lock for good measure, unable to believe the audacity of that asshole. “Fucking prick!” You hiss to yourself.

Frankie clenches his jaw and flexes his fingers, tempted to head outside to find that prick. “I’m so sorry. I guess tonight if truly the fucking night of demonic appearances.” He scoffs and reaches for your hand, “do you wanna talk about?”

“We need a fucking drink.” You decide, turning back towards the kitchen to change the hot chocolate you were going to make for something stronger. “You think they planned this shit together?” You ask him, yanking a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

Frankie sighs, following you, “I don’t know. I think - I think they both had a feeling that we were finally happy without them and they decided to show up and fuck with us.” He snorts, walking over to you as you pour out the wine. “You sure you’re okay? I know he hurt you.”

“I’m mad for Alex.” It had always amused you that the boys had such similar names, especially since you and Frankie were the ones to pick them out. They always claimed there were twins and a few times, you wished that was true. So you could be with Frankie. “He just decides when he gets to be a father? He was a shit boyfriend, but I thought he loved his son.”

Frankie can’t help it. He reaches for you to pull you into his arms. “Come here, sweetheart. He’s an asshole. Don’t let him get under your skin. You have custody of Alex and there’s nothing he can do about it. Except pay his fucking child support.”

You lean into his hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and sighing. Breathing in the warm and safe scent of your neighbor. Hating how it instantly relaxes you and turns you on at the same time. “I fucking hate it.” You huff. “You don’t even know how many times I’ve wished you were Alex’s dad.”

Frankie kisses your hair, “me too. I wish - so many times I’ve imagined us as a family. You’re such a good mother. Exactly what Ale deserves and he loves you so much. I- I love you so much.” He reveals against your hair, closing his eyes as he prepares for your rejection.

“Oh Francisco….” You murmur softly, hugging him tighter before you pull away to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.” You confess, smiling at the way his eyes widen slightly in surprise. “I have been crushing on you since you moved in, but I really started falling for you once we were single parents together, helping each other out.”

Your loving gaze makes his heart pound in his chest and he knows this is real. You’ve both turned down your exes tonight and he can’t help himself. He cups your cheek and surges forward to press his lips to yours. Every emotion he’s felt for you comes out in full force as he pours himself into the kiss.

It’s passionate, hot, and even sweet all mingled together. You moan in relief, feeling the emotion course through you as you wind your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Waiting for this moment for so long has made you ravenous for him.

He groans into your mouth as you cling to him, making him realize that this is real. He’s kissing you. You love him. His fantasy is coming true and that makes him growl into your mouth, tongue sliding between your lips while his hands slide down to squeeze your ass.

You shiver, always suspecting that Frankie is a very physical man and it’s thrilling to find out how right you are. He might claim to have been shy as a boy, but the man he is now has no problem touching you. Your hands slide down his back and you roll your hips against a hardness that is rapidly growing and making you drip in anticipation.

Frankie groans into your mouth as he walks you backwards towards your sofa. Netflix is still on the TV and he sits down, dragging you into his lap. When you straddle him and press down onto his bulge, he groans your name and grabs your ass again. “Fucking love this costume.” He admits, “was gonna jerk off thinking about you wearing it.”

You giggle, pressing your lips to his jaw and scraping your teeth over his skin. He’s got a lovely little five o’clock shadow of hair and you know it will feel so good against your skin. “Me too.” You hum. “Disappointed you took your costume off. Mando could have fucked Leia.”

“Shit. I could go back to the house but I don’t think I can. I - I want you, baby. If you wanna eat popcorn and watch a movie and make out I’m happy for that but if you want, I wanna spread you out and lick at your pussy like I’ve dreamed of doing so many goddamn times before I make you cum on my cock.”

You groan, nodding breathlessly. “Take me to bed, Francisco.” You order, leaning in and kissing him hard on the mouth before pulling away. “I’ve been tested, had to after finding out he was cheating. I’m clean.”

Frankie groans when you shuffle off his lap. "I'm clean too. Got tested after she left and I haven't -" He cuts himself off as he stands and he watches you, growling as the need overwhelms him again and he bends over, wrapping his arms around your thighs to lift you over his shoulder.

Squealing in surprise turns to laughter, echoing down the hall and you can only hope you don’t wake the boys. “Caveman!” You giggle, smacking his ass as he strides down the hallway to your bedroom. He knows which one is yours, he’s been in it to fix the sink in your bathroom. “Fuck that’s so hot.” You moan, cunt clenching around nothing. “Dragging me off to fuck me.”

Frankie pushes your bedroom door open with his foot and throws you onto your bed after he kicks the door shut. He watches you bounce on your bed and he reaches for your ankle, "so fucking beautiful." He murmurs, sliding his hand along your calf.

There’s an appeal to his roughness. You don’t mind a little bit of manhandling at all, especially when it’s tempered with praise. “Goddamn you are sexy.” You groan, licking your lips as your eyes slide down to where his sweats are tented by his hard cock. “I swear to God I wouldn’t have survived you in a fucking uniform.”

He chuckles, “I still have my uniforms.” He smirks, “maybe we can have another costume night.” He teases and slides his hand higher until he’s pressing his fingers against your covered cunt. “Fuck. Can feel how wet you are.” He murmurs, his eyes focused on where his fingers are until they flick up to look at you. His hand slides up to squeeze your breast through your costume and he groans your name.

“Frankie, fuuuuuuuck.” You whine, pressing your hips down and wishing that there was nothing between the two of you. “I need you baby.” You beg softly. “Been turned on since I saw you in your costume and it’s only gotten worse. My clit is throbbing.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll suck on it.” He smirks as he reaches for the waistband, dragging the leggings you wore underneath the dress down to expose your panties beneath. “Take the top off.” He orders as he tosses the white bottoms over his shoulder.

You moan, sitting up and dragging your costume over your head and unclipping your bra after reaching behind you. “Fuck, I need you baby.”

He nods, “you’ve got me.” He promises as he leans back to admire your body. “Shit. You’re better than I imagined.” He confesses and groans as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He murmurs as he kisses your stomach up to your breast. He slides his tongue along the underside of your tit until he takes your nipple into his mouth.

You moan, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his mouth on you. “Frankie.” You gasp his name when he toys with your nipple with his teeth. “So good.”

He loves how you writhe under him and he’s barely gotten started. He groans against your skin, cock aching in his sweats but thankfully not as confined as jeans. He squeezes himself while his other hand trails along your thigh until he’s sliding his fingers through your folds.

“More.” You beg, already needing more from him and he’s barely touched you. “You don’t- you can just fuck me.” You bargain. You don’t want him to do it just because he feels like he has to. You’d rather you both enjoy sex, even if you probably won’t cum.

Frankie offers you a scoff and a shake of his head. “You have any idea how many goddamn times I’ve imagined you spread out like this? I’m gonna enjoy it.” He promises as he kisses down your stomach, “I want to taste you. Make you cum on my tongue. And my fingers. And my cock.” He murmurs between kisses until he’s between your thighs. He pushes them further apart to see your cunt properly. “Fuck. So pretty.” He murmurs before he leans in to slide his tongue through your folds.”

The way you keen should be a crime. He pulls it out of you with the flick of his tongue and the skill of his mouth. This is a man who enjoys eating pussy, not just viewing it as a chore. You moan his name, reaching down and twisting your fingers in the bedspread as he takes you apart lick by lick.

He loves how you taste. Tangy and sweet like a candy and he sucks your clit between his lips. His dark eyes watch you as he makes you moan, his hands sliding up so he can palm your tits, squeezing them until he pinches your nipples.

You bite your lip when you look down at him, his dark eyes focused on you like you are the only thing in the world. You love it, moaning his name again, you reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair.

Frankie groans, loving the way you tug on his hair as he laps at your clit. He desperately wants you to fall apart for him. He needs to taste your cum before he slides into you. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs before he sucks on your clit, his hand finding yours to squeeze it.

He is the beautiful one. Gorgeous between your thighs and looking up at you. You moan his name again and roll your hips down to meet his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie!”

He grabs your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders so he feels smothered by you. He wants to drink you down, make you scream his name. He groans into your flesh when you tug on his hair again when he pushes his tongue into your pussy.

He grabs your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders so he feels smothered by you. He wants to drink you down, make you scream his name. He groans into your flesh when you tug on his hair again when he pushes his tongue into your pussy.

You whine, feeling your entire body lurching and bucking in pleasure as he pushes his tongue deep. “Frankie!” You squeal, eyes closed tight and you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

Your squeal makes his cock twitch, pre-cum soaking his sweats as he slides his tongue through your folds, pushing it deep again until he decides to flick the tip of his tongue over your clit. Eyes closed as he enjoys this moment that he’s imagined so many damn times.

He’s relentless, pushing his tongue deeper and curling it up. He wants you to fall apart, that is obvious from the determined set of his jaw. “Oh god, oh fuck, I’ve never - ever had someone be this eager.” You pant, unable to breathe he is flicking his tongue so deep inside you.

He pulls back to a second to look up at you, “then you’ve been sleeping with fucking idiots.” He growls before he dives back in, wanting to watch you fall apart for him before he slides inside you. His hands squeeze your flesh, his tongue pushing deep until his nose presses against your clit.

It’s hard to imagine sleeping with anyone better. Gasping when his prominent nose nudges you. His tongue quickly works you back up towards the edge and with one more flick of his tongue, you are sent spiraling, crying out loudly as you fall apart.

He holds you down as you spasm beneath his tongue. He’s aching, pressing into the mattress as he laps up every drop of your pleasure. He loves it. He loves you. “That’s it, baby.” He says between laps of his tongue until you’re pushing him away.

Your chest is heaving, breath heavy as your thighs shake and your cunt quivers in pleasure. “Oh fuck.” You moan. “Oh fuck, you’re so good. You’re so good, baby.” You praise, reaching down and needing to kiss him.

He shuffles up your body to press his lips to yours, his cock pressing against your thigh through his sweats and he’s so hungry for you. His tongue slides into your mouth, loving how you moan and taste yourself on his tongue while his hand cups your breast.

You want him. Reaching down, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and try to push them down, eager to touch him, to have him inside you. Gone is any worry about messing this up, you just need him.

When your fingers wrap around his cock, he groans and presses his forehead to your chin, watching your fingers squeeze him and he pants, “hold on, babe. Let me - let me take them off.” He pleads and you release him, letting him shift off the bed to kick off his sweats while he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Fuck, you are so gorgeous.” You moan, pressing your thighs together before spreading them wide in invitation. You want him to hurry up and fuck you. Needing that thick cock inside you. “That cock- fuck Francisco.” You whine. “I need it inside me.”

Frankie groans, wrapping his fingers around his cock as he kneels on the bed and shuffles closer. “You need it? Tell me how much you need it.” He demands, his free hand sliding through your slicked up folds.

“So bad, it hurts.” You promise him. “My pussy hurts, it’s so empty.” You probably aren’t making any sense, but you ache for him. Needing him to fill you up. “Fuck me, baby, I need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles at your whiny tone, loving it after imagining so many times how good you’d feel around him. He shifts closer, his slick fingers squeezing your thigh as he slides the head of his cock through your folds. Your whine is louder until it transforms into a moan as he starts to push into you, slowly stretching you out.

“Ohhhhhh godddddddd.” Your head tilts back and your eyes close as he fills you. Managing to scrub against every nerve inside your sensitive pussy and sink impossible deep. “So good.” You gasp, hands on his shoulders and fingernails digging into his skin slightly.

He shifts closer, resting his weight on his elbows, and he leans in to kiss along your neck. "So goddamn good around me. Always imagined you would be. So fucking perfect." He murmurs between kisses as he shifts his weight so he can caress your thigh.

He’s so fucking big inside you. Your walls are pulsing around him and every time he twitches, it feels like he’s poking against your cervix. “Fuck, move baby.” You beg, wanting him to wreck you. “Show me how you’ve imagined me.”

He nods, biting down on your chin as he squeezes your thigh, lifting it up higher, and he rocks into you. He’s slow and methodical. Loving the way you whimper when he pushes deep. “I love you.” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses your jaw.

Your fingers caress his shoulders and you sigh softly. “I love you too.” You breathe out quietly, feeling your heart swell happily. Your legs slide up high on his hips and then hook behind his ass. “So much.”

Frankie loves how you push on his ass to make him sink even deeper inside you. He groans, rocking into you a little faster, and he presses his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

It’s not as fast or as hard as you have imagined before, but it’s perfect. You feel everything and the emotions have you nearly tearing up as he kisses you like it’s the last thing he will do. Pulling him closer and kissing him back just as eagerly.

He loves how you feel around him, beneath him, and he rocks into you like he has all the time in the world. Slow and deep. "Feel good?" He asks against your jaw, voice raspy from emotion.

“Sooooo good.” He has no idea what he does to you, what he is doing to you. “You’re perfect, Frankie.” You turn your head and kiss up his jaw and then back down again, nipping his skin slightly.

"You're perfect." He murmurs, closing his eyes as you nip at his skin. His pace increases, his hand sliding under you to get you even closer to him.

You moan, feeling so connected to him right now. It’s like the two of you are one whole together. “You -You’re perfect.” You pant, gasping for breath as he steals it from you.

Frankie doesn’t respond, he wants to show you how perfect he thinks you are. You’ve been his rock since his ex left and he knows you’ll be there no matter what happens next. He rocks into you a little faster, adjusting the angle with each thrust as he tries to find the spot that makes you cry out. When he finds it, he groans at the way you clench around him, and he focuses on it. He wants you to fall apart for him.

He has to be the perfect lover. You cling to him, moaning and whining every time he pushes against that perfect spot deep inside you. He seems to love hearing your sounds so you don’t hold back. “Fuck, fuck baby, I love you.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna feel it. Squeeze me. Fuck - wanna feel you cum for me.” He demands, focusing on that spot with a determination that matches when he’s flying.

It doesn’t take long to do exactly as he says. The insistent push of his hips and the strategic angle that he’s shredding up into you sends you over the edge with a sharp howl of his name as your vision goes white and stars bursts behind your eyes.

Frankie watches you as you fall apart beneath him and shit, it's gorgeous. Your eyes roll back and your body shakes beneath him as you enjoy the pleasure that rushes through your body. "So fucking beautiful." He murmurs and slows his pace, helping you ride through it while he kisses along your jaw.

You moan his name, almost upset that he’s slowed down. “Baby, I want to feel you cum.” You whimper, turning and pressing your lips to his and enjoying the way he groans into your mouth. “Want you to fill me up.”

“Not yet.” He groans, pulling out of you and you whine. He slaps your thigh, “hands and knees. Wanna make you cum again.” He demands, “wanna feel it one more time before I fill you up.” He squeezes his cock, slick with your juices.

“Oh god.” You huff, rolling over to your stomach and coming up on your hands and knees. You hadn’t expected multiple positions the first time around, but he’s full of surprises. “Fuck me baby.” You beg, looking back over your shoulder at him as you shake your ass enticingly.

He can’t resist smacking your ass with his free hand, squeezing the flesh as he shuffles closer to you. He groans your name as he slides his cock through your dripping folds. “Gonna make you cum again.” He promises as he pushes into you.

You groan in pleasure, your already fluttering cunt greedy for another orgasm. You can’t even remember the last time you’ve cum from anything except your toy and now you are being spoiled. “Gonna get me addicted.” You pant.

He chuckles, caressing your lower back, “that’s the point, babe.” He grabs your hips so he can start pulling out of you until he slams his hips against your ass, loving the way it jiggles and he can’t help pressing his thumb against your puckered hole.

You choke out his name, surprised by the action but you don’t pull away. You can’t, not when it feels so good. He’s downright filthy and you love it

He rocks into you, his other hand sliding down to rub your clit as he bends over you. He wants you to cum again for him and he wants to fill you up.

His chest is pressing into your back, pushing you down and you love how he feels. Surrounding you, overwhelming you. He’s completely in control and his fingers are pushing you towards another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Pussy feels so good around me. Knew it would. Jesus, you’re so perfect. Wanted you for so long. Jerked off so many times imagining you.” He murmurs, groaning your name when your walls flutter around him. “That’s it. Cum for me. Wanna feel it again.”

You collapse down onto the bed, pressing your cheek to the cool sheets as he hammers into you. Squealing and moaning every time his hips slap sharply into your ass. He pinched your clit and you lurch forward, crying out in pleasure again.

“Fuck. That’s it. That’s it.” He grunts, rubbing your clit for a few more seconds before he slides his hand from beneath you. He grabs your ass, squeezing the flesh as he pushes into you over and over again. “Fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gonna. Gonna cum.” He warns you through gritted teeth as he closes his eyes when he can’t hold on any longer.

You feel his hips stutter, slamming into you one last time and grinding deep, the heat of his cum flooding your pussy walls and filling you up. It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt and you moan his name while he rides out his high, clenching down around him again.

Frankie leans over you, pressing his forehead against your back and he presses a soft kiss to your skin as he tries to catch his breath. His cock twitches inside you and he can't believe that just happened.

You melt into the bed, bringing him with you as he collapses on top of you. “Could sleep just like this.” You groan happily, closing your eyes and sighing softly.

He chuckles, kissing your shoulder, and he pulls out of you. He groans as he watches his cum well up between your folds. “So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, “everywhere.” He sighs as he flops to lay down beside you.

“You are pretty.” You hum, eyes still closed but there is a smile on your face. “We should have done that months ago. Maybe even a year.” You crack one eye open to look over at him in his gloriously disheveled state. “Fuck, you look even better post sex.”

He looks at you and chuckles, rubbing his chest that’s slick with sweat. “You do too. Yeah, we definitely should’ve done that earlier. But we have tons of time to make up for it.” He smirks, knowing the boys will be having lots of sleepovers now.

“Yeah?” You lean over and press your lips to his shoulder before rolling over to curl into him. “Plan on spending a lot of time in bed, Morales?” You tease.

He wraps his arm around you and he kisses your forehead. “Hell yeah. We got a lot of time to make up for.” He chuckles and enjoys the way you caress his chest. “And I want to go on a proper date. Like get Kelly down the street to babysit and we can dress up to go for dinner.”

“Fancy.” You tease, although it’s a very sweet sentiment. “I would go on a date with you. Of course.” Frankie dressed up would be so sexy and you haven’t been out in so long.

Frankie smiles, “good. I want to spoil you. You deserve so much better than that asshole.” He scoffs, “you deserve the damn world and I’m gonna give it to you.” He promises, turning his head to nudge your nose with his.

“Yeah?” You nudge him back and grin. “Why don’t we start with getting some of that leftover Halloween candy to share and we can go from there.”

“Fuck yes.” Frankie grins, “I’ll get the candy. You want a beer?” He asks and you nod. He shuffles off the bed and grabs his sweats, pulling them on before he disappears to your kitchen to grab some snacks. He pauses by the boys, slowly opening the door to see them both asleep and he shuts it softly. He can’t help but smile, his cheeks aching from how happy he is. He finally feels like things are happening for a reason. He has you, you love him, you have the boys and they are like brothers already. Despite your exes showing up like a goddamn demonic summoning, you and Frankie are together and that is definitely not a trick. It’s the best treat he’s ever gotten.

[detectivestucks2]

Toji as Your Ex Husband

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you at the park with your kid while he was on a job and becomes obsessed with seducing you into weekly quickies in the back of his car

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, toy usage, unprotected sex, anal play, cum feeding

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!!

Ex Husband Toji who you only thought of twice as you got ready for your Valentine’s Day date. Your shimmering baby pink dress looks adorable against your skin complexion. Paired with black leather high heel boots and a leather choker, you skate the line between edgy and classy in a most seductive way.

Ex Husband Toji who you continue to push out of your mind as you finish fluffing your brows and running one last coat of mascara over your lashes. Proud of the way you look, once you stand up straight and really observe the end result, you can’t help but post a selfie of how cute your blind date look came together.

Ex Husband Toji who blows up your phone with four missed calls and eight text messages as you enter your uber, heading off to your date

You’re going on a date? Since when are you seeing someone?

What’s his name?

Don’t ignore me. Name. Now.

We’re really playing this game, huh? 

I forbid you to go out tonight. My wife isn’t slutting herself out on Valentine’s Day.

If you don’t respond to me, I’m coming to get you.

Woman, respond to me or else.

You think this is funny? Let’s see who’s laughing once I come over. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s threats you ignore, knowing he no longer has any control over your life. The Zenin lad may still call himself by your last name but he has no right to continue to soil your family’s legacy with his dirty work. 

Ex Husband Toji who secretly enabled a tracking app on your phone so he doesn’t need you to respond to his text messages. He can confront your bratty behavior at the restaurant where he plans to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. He hops on his motorcycle and rides to your location, stalking through the crowds outside several restaurants till he’s on top of you. Eyes anxiously scouring the hordes of people, he uses his height as a vantage point till he sees you, his gorgeous ex wife who had no business being here unless it’s with him. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s heart stops when he sees you with another man. Sure he’s a pretty boy, but his muscles are just for show. He obviously can fight and doesn’t know anything about protecting you. This boy can’t provide for you the way he can. You don’t need this guy, you need someone like him. Anger and desperation brew in his gut and he marches over to where you sit, ready to make a scene. 

Ex Husband Toji who scares you when he pops up next to you, “Toji! What are you doing here?!” 

“Why are you mad at me? I’m the one who’s wife is on a date with a stranger on Valentine’s Day! How could you do this to me, baby?” 

“Baby?”

“Woah, wait” your date interjects, “You’re married?!”

“No!” 

“Yes!”

“We’re not married, Toji! You know as well as I that we got divorced last year. Let it go. Move on.”

“I’m not moving on. You’re my wife. Till death do we part.” Your pulse thunders in your neck as your anger rises.

“Look, I’m not trying to get in the middle of anything.” Your date says, with his hands raised. “I just wanted to meet a nice girl, I don’t have time for whatever this is.”

“No, wait!”

But your date didn’t listen, he took out his wallet and dropped a $50 on the table before staring at Toji’s mountainous figure in horror, and scurrying off to his sports car.

“Good, now that the trash has taken itself out, we need to talk”

“No we don't, Toji. Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough this evening?” You stand up in fury, making to leave when he snatches your wrist.

Ex Husband Toji who grips you so tightly you feel your skin bruise. His desperation makes him forget his strength as he stares at you, trying to understand what he just witnessed. You were with another man. You dressed like this for someone else. His soul felt like it had been crushed, and just like that the anger returned.  “What you did tonight is unacceptable” he fumes, “apologize.”

“Are you insane?!”

“Apologize or I will bend you over right here and give you a spanking.”

You tug at your arm, trying to free your wrist from his clutches, but his grip is too strong. You begin to whine as you realize how useless your efforts are. With a sickening smirk Toji yanks you to him and lays you over his knees. “No Toji!” you shout but the hand gripping the back of your neck is unmoving. His muscles are so massive that even his forearm is difficult to grip as you struggle. The combined efforts of both of your hands are no match and before you can do anything to stop him, Toji is striking your backside for insubordination. 

Ex Husband Toji who has you yelping and shouting in the middle of a fancy restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year, publicly shaming you for trying to move on, and for acting like a little slut. When he feels you still haven’t learned your lesson he lifts your skirt so your bottom is barren except for the thin fabric of your lace thong. The sight begins to make him drool but his fury rages on and his palm turns the flesh fuschia before the eyes of every patron dinning nearby. 

Ex Husband Toji who is tapped on the shoulder by the restaurant’s manager, demanding Toji leave or they’re calling the cops. Rounding his shoulders and cracking his neck, Toji stands up, holding you around the waist. When you try to walk away he grips you tightly and throws you over his shoulder. “Like hell, woman. You’re coming with me.”

Ex Husband Toji who carries you to his motorcycle with you protesting the entire way. It didn’t matter how much you kicked or how hard you punched his back, he set you down on the seat of his bike like you were a toy doll and sat behind you, caging you in to make sure you wouldn’t jump off. When he starts his bike he spins out towards your home and your gut fills with rocks, knowing nothing good is going to come from this. 

Ex Husband Toji who kicks open the side door of your home as he drags you inside still protesting. He doesn’t understand why you continue to resist him when there’s no point. “Stop Toji. I’m home, okay? I’m home, there’s no guy coming. You can leave now.”

“NO! I’m not leaving. I left you too many times. I can’t do it anymore.”

Something twitches in your abdomen, something like a tiny butterfly as you see one of the most gorgeous men on this planet’s face crack with sadness at the thought of leaving you. “No, Toji.” you say softer than before. “We don’t work. We tried and this doesn’t work.”

“I’ll make it work” he says as he comes closer, hands tracing up your forearms and biceps. “Please baby. I need you.”

“You don’t need me.” you whisper as you look down. “You could have any woman you wanted.”

“Not when that woman’s you.” he whispers back.

Ex Husband Toji who brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you into a kiss. That twitch in your stomach erupts into full on butterflies and at the same time you’re kicking yourself for caving because this only ever leads to one thing…

Ex Husband Toji who tears off your dress before carrying you into the room and tossing you on the bed. You grapple at his shirt as he removes his belt, laying it on the bed before he lowers his pants, tossing them aside. Once naked, he pulls off your boots, one by one, kissing each leg as he does so. 

Ex Husband Toji who spreads your legs, cause he is the only man allowed to do so, licking and nipping your inner thighs while enjoying how you flinch from sensitivity. When his mouth finds your center he bites down on your bud, making you scream from both pain and pleasure. Your hands fly into his messy black locks, pulling him off and pushing him back into you, unable to decide what you want. His tongue flicks out of his mouth paying special attention to your nub before pointing and slotting into your center. Your head lolls back and you moan, the sound ringing in Toji’s ear like a an anthem. You grind your hips up into his mouth, fisting his hair and pushing his face into you. He won. He knew he would, but the victory is just as sweet, nonetheless. 

Ex Husband Toji who turns you into a needy puddle with his mouth before denying you your orgasm. Your upset whine brings a mischievous grin to his lips. “Not so fast, hun. We have some behavior to address.” Just as you register what he means, Toji reaches for his nearby belt and slips it around your neck, the end already threaded through the buckle. He yanks on the leather as he flips you onto your knees, letting it bite into your column. Your fingers try to slip into the loop, to release the pressure but it’s too tight. 

Ex Husband Toji who sinks his weighty girth into your dripping hole as he chokes you. “I knew a filthy slut like you would get wet from being treated like a bitch. You like your new leash? I hope so, cause you’ll be wearing it awhile.” He continues to berate you, his hips beginning to grind into you. 

His member throbs in your walls as he drags in and out of you, pushing in and retreating slowly. But it was too slow. Even though he had you drooling, you wanted more. You begin to throw your hips back and a dangerous chuckle fans your ear. “Oh, is that what you want? Okay baby. I can give you that.”

Ex Husband Toji who wraps the leather around his knuckles, tightening your leash before he pistons into you. His breathing labors and his lungs grunt. Your eyes flutter from the familiar sounds, it is all so dirty and erotic, you clench around him tighter, unable to hide your arousal. “That’s it baby. Just like that. Take this dick like the good little slut you are.” You cry out, feeling him tighten the belt again. You can barely breathe and it makes you so wet your fluids are dripping onto the bed. 

Ex Husband Toji who pounds into you, bouncing you off his pelvis as he spears your cute little cunt. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from oxygen deprivation while the most whorish sounds fill the room. He turned you into exactly what he wanted. His slut, serving him and only him. You feel like a slave to his passions. This is how he gets you every time. This is how you ended up marrying him. He fucked you till you said yes. 

Ex Husband Toji who spanks your already red rear as he hammers into you, reminding you of the naughty girl you’ve been, trying to give this pussy to another man. This is his pussy, and no one else is allowed to touch it. He’ll make sure you remember this lesson. Manipulating you with his belt, Toji whips you over to your back and folds you in half. He pushes your feet to your ears and raises his body so he can pummel down into your folds, making you scream from the intensity. You sound so beautiful when you’re like this, all mouth and no words. You try to form them, it’s not as if there’s a lack of effort, he just gets you so good you grow dumb on his length. 

Ex Husband Toji who pulls your face up to his by fisting your hair. Your eyes scrunch in pain but at the end of the day, you like it rough. If he were more prepared he would’ve brought the whip you like, but for now he’ll settle for his hands. He tugs your face to his lips so he can kiss you feverishly. You open your mouth obediently, waiting for him to spit in it before he dives his tongue in to dance with yours. 

Ex Husband Toji who loses his composure after the kiss, becoming more beast than man as he quickens his pace and pumps into you so hard that your entire bed is rockings, scooting inch by inch across the floor from how he chases his orgasm. He doesn’t even care if you cum because 1) you didn’t earn it and 2) he knows you're going to anyway. You have a habit of finishing at the same time he does so when your velvet interior flutters around him just as a prolonged scream released from your throat, it does the trick and his seed explodes inside of you, painting your cavern white and swimming into your cervix, looking to get you pregnant before you can come to your senses. 

Ex Husband Toji who pins you down, exerting his power over you for a few more minutes, while he can. He looks down on your glazed over eyes, savoring how he can wreck your body and praying his spend finds its way to your fallopian tubes to make a baby. He needs you to get pregnant so he never has to let you go.  

Ex Husband Toji who gets to spend the night because you passed out shortly after he finished. He gets up to go to the bathroom and grabs you a washcloth, cleaning up your legs before tucking you under the bed covers. When he’s done he slips between the sheets with you, and presses his body against yours, falling asleep immediately because for the first time in months he is home and he isn’t going anywhere. 

Masterlist

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 19

Story Masterlist

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: Started to upload the chapters to Ao3. You can find the link on Dion’s Masterlist. I also edited some of the chapters on there and here on tumblr as well. 

Warnings: implied past/recent attempted sexual assault, attempted murder, choking, mentioned past violence for self-defense, implied possible past stalking, themes of obsessive and possessive behavior/thoughts/actions, implied physical (NOT sexual) abuse towards a toy, slight themes of imprisonment, implied past child neglect, mention (staged) suicide, mention of hypothetical murder and injury, implied attempted non-consensual sexual intercourse/activity (Fontaine), mention of drugging, TOXIC marriage/relationship, Ash needs a break. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIOR THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND TOXIC.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS (BLOGS THAT DO NOT HAVE ANY CONTENT), BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.), DNI.

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“Doctor, oh doctor… please take her with you!”

“Young Master, I want to live.” 

Throwing his status as a noble to the side, Zachary (Last Name) is on his knees, asking - begging - Ash Katopodis to take you, his very sweet - hopeless - sister along with him. Meaning, kidnapping you.

 Of course, that label would only be true if he takes you against your will; however, knowing your situation, the doctor knows that you would consider it, at the very least. Although, he also knows that you would most likely reject the idea, knowing you’ll be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

But that’s only your side and not his; he would never dream of it. There are a number of reasons he refuses to entertain your brother’s silly request. 

“Ugh… but she can’t just stay there! She’ll die in like what, a month?”

“It’s already been a month, or at least almost one,” Ash sighs out, siff on the lounge couch. While he understands the boy, he refuses to play into his delusions - taking you? From Black Agriche? 

No, forget that - taking you away from Dion Agriche?

He shudders at the mere thought of it. Just mentioning divorce had the crazed man daring him to finish his sentence that night. Had he not deescalated the dire situation, he would either be in a coma, limbless, or six feet under. A funeral holding a few people in attendance, and he knows that his horrible employer would be among them.

Not out of guilt, of course.

“If she was going to die, it would have been by now. Besides, I’m sure that you’re fully aware of… the Young Master’s affection towards the Lady.” Ash says awkwardly, not expecting a mere twelve- year-old boy to continuously beg him to help you escape. As a matter of fact, he’s surprised that Zac knew anything of Dion at all, aside from his… unfavorable reputation.

 “And that’s why you should take her. Fake her death, or something. Stage a suicide.” The boy suggests with a shrug of his shoulder. “If you do the second, maybe that guy will feel guilty and repent for everything.”

Taken aback, the young doctor stares at your brother - how could he suggest such a thing? So casually like it would be nothing. Did he not consider that Lant would investigate your suicide? Hell, did he not consider that your husband would do so first, and raise hell on earth just to find you?

Does he not think that your husband would find you? It doesn’t matter if you changed your hair and eyes, or even cut off a limb or two; he would immediately know it’s you. 

That’s just the type of person he is. 

The room falls silent as the redhead thinks of a response. “...Young Master, I don’t think you realize just how… dedicated Master Dion is to his wife.”

“She has a name. Use it.” Zac demands, staring the older man in the eyes. 

Ash sighs, shaking his head. “Yes, of course… Lady (Name) will simply be hunted down until she’s found. And my head would be cut off.” He explains, or at least tries to. It’s like arguing with a brick wall.

He ponders what gives him this much energy, what inspires these very dangerous ideas. Does he think he’ll be immune from his part in the would-be ploy? Maybe Dion wouldn’t hurt him, but he’ll find a way to get back at him. 

Dangling you in front of him, maybe. A hand on your waist in public appearances. News regarding your pregnancy. 

It would be obvious that his younger brother-in-law was the one who orchestrated the hypothetical plan. Going up to Dion, saying you weren’t into tall men only to run with his tail between his legs. He admits the sight of him clinging onto you was a bit funny, and that his gesture was sweet - but foolish - but unfortunately it just made his future goals obvious.

But forget that - what could a twelve-year-old do?

“But would he think it was you?”

“Well, considering that the Lady would be gone soon after my leave from their estate, I would assume so.” 

Zac huffs. 

The wait for the head of the (Last Name) family continues.

- - -

 “Lady Grizelda…” you meekly call out, holding a flower bouquet that was given to her but handed over to you. “Why are you giving this to me…? It was a sweet gift given to you.”

The sun shines down on you, your original goal of returning to Dion’s room almost forgotten. But your sister-in-law suggested some fresh air - to ease your nerves. 

Fontaine wouldn’t be out in the garden, he’d be in the training grounds or right outside the estate to blow off some steam. And Maria is most likely busy around this time, ‘playing’ with Sierra in the Glass Chamber as usual. As for Dion… well, you’ll find out eventually. 

Truthfully, however, she’s trying to keep your mind sane. 

Sending you on your way while being a crying and stumbling mess… lord knows who would take advantage of that - no, scratch that. Lord knows what Dion would do.

It’s an itch, a safety measure. She’s not sure why she keeps thinking this, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Hm? Ah, but I have no use for them - besides, I think they’ll lighten your room up. If my brother asks, just tell him they were a gift from me. To make up for our short introduction and conversation during the engagement party and wedding.” 

You wearily look at her and then at the flowers. They smell nice, and thankfully they don’t look like the slightly poisonous ones in the manhwa that was given to Roxana. Regardless, you don’t want them, and even if you did, you’re sure that Dion would glare at the poor things. Because they were from someone who isn’t him.

What a jealous man.

“That’s rather… depressing. For the servant, I mean.” The vivid red reminds you of blood while the pretty pink reminds you of home. So soft compared to the red. So different, and the longer you look at them, the more you realize the crimson overtakes the pink - it’s intimidating.

“Well, you should see the amount of admirers Roxana has - the flowers always end up in the trash. That or given to her mother if they were from outside our borders.” She casually informs, and you believe her. 

“I see…”

She glances at you from the corner of her eye, spotting the dribble of blood that stained your dress. It was barely noticeable, but your thumb was very much out in the open. So, like the kind sister-in-law she is, she lent you a loose pair of hers - not too loose, just enough to fit the fabric tied around the injured digit.

It still shows the outline of it, making it look awkward. But there’s barely a person who would stare at you. After all, you’re Dion’s wife. 

But she wonders why you didn’t have your own pair; the previous marks were still very recent.

Your behavior has also become more natural, relaxed. You’re still jittery, but at least you aren’t about to have a panic attack. Or a crying mess. 

The rabbit has calmed down. Like handing a carrot to the adorable thing. Of course, this view won’t last long. It’s only a matter of time until this moraless madness takes over you.

“So,” the brunette starts, “does the food suit your taste?” She smiles when you look at her, puzzled. “I’m just curious, that’s all,” she explains with a small shrug.

You raise your guard up more. 

“Ah… it does,” you tell the truth. But you hate that it does - especially the sweets. The teas. The main courses and side dishes that you ate with vigor at your parent’s estate before you were married off. It makes you sick and scared.

Just how much does your beloved husband know about you? How does he know?

Did he threaten your parents? The servants? You shake the thought off when she hums in approval. 

“That’s good. This is more fun than what I thought it would be - we should invite Roxana sometime. If you’re up for it, that is.” She suggested, laidback. Was she supposed to be like this? Was this how the author wrote her? 

Actually, does any of this even matter?

Everything is fucked up already. You’re married to Dion, Dion is ‘sweet’ to you, he’s obsessed with you instead of Roxana, and he’s not a virgin (it’s obvious he couldn’t get bitches in the manhwa. The novel is a different story, but spoilers said he’s dense when it comes to romance).

Jeremy has a fondness for you, a stranger he didn’t even talk to until after you moved in. Roxana… you don’t even know anymore. You’re not sure if you want to.

“Ah… thank you for the offer. I might take you up  on it… let’s turn around,” you turn on your feet, seeing a figure in the distance that’s an unpleasant sight. While it’s true you momentarily wanted to seek him out to rat out Fontaine, your overall mood has improved and frankly, if you do decide to tell him, you want it to be outside of any enjoyable company.

Of course, you should probably ask Grizelda to be with you if you go that route. But for now, you just want to soak in the sun. You want to walk without a chain on your ankle.

Your hands start to shake around the stems of the flowers. The thorns were ripped off, but something still sinks into the gloves. Your thumb throbs, an itch inside you can only reach with your teeth. You bite the inside of your cheek softly.

You hope he doesn’t notice you. His back was turned and you pray he doesn’t turn around. 

Grizelda follows suit after looking at her older brother for a bit. Neither of you say a word, simply walking down the trail, retracing your steps. What a shame - you wanted to enjoy the sun for a bit longer. But now it feels cold, and the flowers suddenly smell sour. 

Your (e/c) eyes trail down to the red flowers in your grasp; they remind you of your husband’s eyes. Vivid. Pretty yet morbid. They almost glow.

They remind you of fresh blood.

“... I’m sorry but,” you separate the pink ones from the red, “I don’t think I can accept the red ones.” You whisper, hoping Dion wouldn’t hear the breeze carry your voice. Once you’re done, you hand the red ones to Grizelda - a pause before she accepts them. 

“Oh? That’s a pity… not that I blame you.” She doesn’t sound judgemental. Her voice is clear, void of any mockery or concern. 

Strangely, that comforts you. 

- - -

The sound of approaching footsteps becomes distant, their owners turning around. Curious, the Agriche turns his head to look over his shoulder. The sight of you with his sister eases some of his worries, but it doesn’t stop the newfound jealousy.

Perhaps it is pathetic, and maybe he really is a lost cost. Then again, he’s always been one the moment he started to grow in his mother’s womb - a child who would be raised without love. Shallow affection was there but it dwindled as he got older. And besides, he never did care much for his mother’s whims and expectations. 

But you? You were different - a different breed from him. You know how to love properly. But it’s also because of that, that you refuse to show him any. His hands itch to turn you around, his feet want to walk, he wants to see his reflection in your eyes - for you to look at him.

He stares for quite a bit, seeing your figures getting smaller and smaller, voices low and soft. He wonders what you’re talking about. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t want to trail behind you - he could very much do so. The red-eyed noble knows to quiet his footsteps, and he’s good at sneaking up on people.

Unlike him, you weren’t trained to strain your ears to hear the crunch of a twig amongst a busy forest. Grizelda, while more physically trained than you, probably wouldn’t be able to hear him coming. But considering that your once approaching footsteps have become distant, you saw him, and thus decided to leave so you don’t have to interact with him.

It stings. Very much so, and he craves to carve himself into your very being. Devour you whole, imprint himself on you as you had done to him. 

You're getting tinier. He’s losing his chance to see you up close. But maybe he should just leave you be, give you some space. Calm your mind and clear your head. He’ll try again tonight, but with a more subtle approach. Less staring and touching, reducing them to a minimum. 

Or would that also backfire on him?

A minute passes before he makes up his mind to go a different route - he’ll find you again in a bit. He doubts that Grizelda would leave you alone; the girl has always been curious about the outside world. And you are practically from a different world, thus her bombarded questions will go on for the entire day.

Even so, there’s something dark lurking in his head. It whispers to take you by the hand and return to your room - sit you on his lap. Restrain you with his hands, keep you near, whisper twisted sweet-nothings into your ear, promising he’ll give you anything if you just give him even a crumb of affection.

Make it to where the only person you could see was him.

Besides he’s your husband - it’s only natural that you should spend time together. It’s not like he hasn’t shown interest, the very opposite actually.

But it’s that same interest that drives you away with a frightened look in your eyes. So scared to be approached by him, always looking for an exit.

Ah. 

He looks at your retreating figures just before you disappear from sight, taking note of how relaxed you seem. How cruel of you - you’re not looking for one with her.

Just with him.

- - -

“Okay, how about -”

“The answer is no and will always be no.” 

The conversation has not yet ended. Both parties glance at the doors here and there to see if anyone is there. They remained closed and the room only held their voices. It witnesses their interactions, the secret of this conversation bleeding into the walls, unknown and unheard by anyone else. 

Ash looks at the grandfather clock - an hour and a half has gone by since Zac joined him. Yet there is no sign of your father. How odd.

Almost like he’s avoiding him.

The complete opposite of his Heir, he laments. The boy refuses to leave, seeing that there is no need to. Still, the conversation is going nowhere and he really, really wants to go home. 

He doesn’t get paid enough for this.

- - -

“That fucking bitch,” Fontaine mumbles to himself, striking his sword down on the dummy. It’s sliced in two, two of his men watching on the sidelines. Both look at each other, worried they’ll be next. 

Wondering what soured their Master’s mood.

His large and muscular body contorts into something tighter, a snarl on his face as he recalls the events of earlier today.

You… you weren’t supposed to be rowdy. He’s heard the rumors, that you’re meek and docile, a scared little rabbit that bows its head. You’ve never crossed Lant, you never rejected Maria’s invitations. You listen to them, listen to Dion, presumably. 

He grits his teeth.

You weren’t even supposed to marry him. 

You - you were supposed to be his; that was the original plan. Of course, he didn’t pick you, his father did. He doesn’t know the reason, and he doubts he ever will. 

Truthfully, he didn’t care for it, at first. Until he realized he was ahead of Dion, for once. He was given something important, a gift for all of his hard work that was finally recognized. A pretty thing to show off and keep his bed warm, bowing your head and obeying him like the good girl you are.

The good girl you were supposed to be.

However, somehow, someway, Dion slithered in, and convinced their father to hand  you over to him instead. Lant’s favoritism was always severe, irritatingly so. He overlooks everyone else that isn’t Roxana or Dion, and even then, his half-sister never shined as bright in their father’s eyes.

 He lied to Grizelda about Lant arranging the marriage between Dion and you - he didn’t want to admit that he once again lost to his accursed younger brother.

The brother that always comes in first place. The brother who gets all the praise. The glory, the attention, the rewards - always him, him, him.

You, the little rabbit, was supposed to marry Fontaine, the lion who finally was chosen for something. But Dion -

He ruined that.

His jaw clenches and knuckles turning white as the hilt of his sword threatens to crack. “Damn it! That fucking wrench.” He swings his sword at a different dummy. The head rolls off, and yet, his rage isn’t quelled. Again and again he targets different ones, imaging them to be Dion - at the very least, he would like to get one hit in. 

He saw the opportunity when he came across you, alone in the toy area. Defenseless. Meek and docile, a rabbit ready for the taking. He could have done it, taken what was supposed to be his. He was even nice about it -

“Y-Young Master Fontaine…. The dummies… they’re -”

“Shut it! I know I got rid of them all. Go get new ones unless you want to become one.” Look, he’s being generous. Better than that Dion. 

His men share a look with a gulp before scattering off, obeying him. The oldest Agriche child scoffs through his teeth. He’ll get you next time. He’ll make sure of it.

“... fuck, I shouldn’t have let my guard down.” He walks over to the wall, leaning against it. Next to him was a staircase, leading to the area where Lant spectates his children’s training. No-one is here today.

The lessons for the day were to be taken in the outside training grounds. Of course, he wasn’t assigned any. After all, he just returned from a mission. A boring one, a useless one. 

He needed to let off steam so he visited one of his toys before coming across you. It was fun, sure, but it didn’t satisfy him. But you - you could have.

Smaller than him and pretty. A nice waist to hold, he’s sure Dion didn’t enjoy the pleasure that’s sleeping with a woman. He must have hurt you, surely, but Fontaine can always overwrite your terrible experience. He could have shown you, engraved himself into you, claiming what was supposed to be his.

Instead you kicked him. Kicked him and ran, barely escaping by a hair. And to think, he was going to be gentle.

“Fuck, I should have choked her instead of being nice.” He mumbles to himself, finally relaxing his muscles. “She wouldn’t have run away otherwise… had her right in my hands too…” Unable to stop talking, he closes his eyes as he recalls the event. Ideas of what he should have done pop up in his head, annoying him. 

“Tch… why did father give her to him…” he runs a hand through his hair. He sighs to himself. “Dion wasn’t there… let’s see… maybe I’ll bribe her maid to drug her - Kegh!” 

“Drug who?” 

A hand roughly grabs the grey-eyed man’s neck, slamming his head against the wall. The aggressor's grip threatens to snap his thick neck, his airway blocked. The blood rushes to his head and he can’t think let alone talk.

He gasps for air, kicking his legs and clawing at a pale hand. It’s suffocating, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’s about to lose consciousness until -

“M-Master D-D-Dion! Stop, please!”

“Master Fontaine!” 

Fontaine’s men call out, rushing to the two brothers. They hesitate to touch your husband, but they can’t exactly let Fontaine die, either. They stop in their tracks when scarlet eyes glare at them, murderous intentions clear. He doesn’t address them, but he does loosen his grip on Fontaine’s neck - it’s not an act of mercy. 

“Ha-Haaa,” Fontaine pants, rapidly blinking as he regains his senses. His eyes widen once he sees that it’s his own brother choking him with the intent to kill. His heart painfully hammers against his chest, threatening to break his rib cage. He hears his own pulse. 

“D-Dion! W-what are y-you -”

“Drug who?” The red-eyed man repeats himself. His heart is erratic, blood hot - his blunt nails dig into Fontaine’s skin, drawing blood. He wants to snap it. He wants to see his eyes pop out, wants to see him dead.

He wants to kill him.

“Young Master! Please, what will your father -” One man starts, but his pleas land on deaf ears.

Dion’s eyes are solely on Fontaine, seeing red. “Well?” He waits, only for his eyes to twitch when his older brother gasps for air instead of responding. 

Maybe it was a good thing to go his own way - he just happened to hear some senseless grumbling and he was curious. Today’s lessons for the children weren’t being held indoors. Actually, the indoor training room was off limits for the day. 

Once seeing it was Fontaine, Dion had planned on leaving. Until he heard him mutter something about their father giving someone else something… and then mention a maid. It was obvious after that - after all, who else but you could Fontaine not directly touch?

He tightens his grip again. “You were rather talkative before,” he comments as Fontaine’s face becomes red. It’s a nice look on him - especially as his eyes lose the light in them, a panicked expression replacing the irritated one from before. 

He hears smaller footsteps rush towards him. He ignores it - must be another guard.

“Wha? My Lady, don’t-” flabbergasted, one of the guards reaches out to grab someone, but he’s shaken off roughly.

Smaller hands grab his free arm. He stiffens, blood freezing as someone tugs at his arm harshly. However, they don’t attempt to take the one choking Fontaine away. Almost like they don’t want to, but they have to - for what reason, he doesn’t know.

He looks at the person, eyes widening once he sees it’s you - confusion, fear, mouth ajar. You look panicked, shaking your head, trying your best to pull him away from the scum of the earth. 

He’s about to ask if you’ve gone mad, until you mouth -

Not yet.

His mind blanks. Slowly, he starts to release Fontaine, almost by reflex. He glances behind you to see Grizelda looking on in horror, but not at the scene of Dion and Fontaine - rather the scene between him and you. His fingers twitch.

He doesn’t want to stop. He shouldn’t. But you keep tugging and tugging, trying your best to pull him away, your heels digging into the floor as you struggle to even make your husband move an inch. 

His eyes travel lower and he sees some blood on the bodice. His grip tightens on Fontaine’s neck. But you don’t stop, voice shaky as you beg - 

“Dion… please.” 

He does as you say. 

THUD

Fontaine falls to the ground as Dion backs off. You repeat the words silently, seeing your reflection in his eyes. 

Not yet.

He glances at the heaving man on the ground. And then back at you, but you’re not looking at him - your eyes are empty as you stare down at your brother-in-law. You blink, still expressionless. He frowns.

He doesn’t like that look on you.

Your fingers dig into his arm before you look back up at him. You smile sweetly, but it’s forced. Your hands slightly tremble as your smile strains to stay. “Let’s go back. Please?” 

“G-go back!? He tried to kill me -” Fontaine starts, enraged that he was just choked, that you’re the one to calm the beast; he wouldn’t be in this predicament if it wasn’t for you. If you had just -

“Fontaine.” 

Dion calls his name, a threat and a promise. The mentioned man zips his mouth, shaking. He cowers into himself, and your husband finds the sight funny. He was talking so much shit and yet now he’s fearing for his life. A moment of silence passes before Grizelda steps in.

“Let’s… keep quiet about this.” Her hands rest on your shoulders as she looks at her older brother. She gives him a look - silently warning he shouldn’t act this way in front of you. She squeezes them and he finds himself wanting to shove her off.

He doesn’t, exhaling to calm down. Slowly, gently, like you were giving a reward to a dog, your hands enclose, or at least try to, around his hand. Your thumbs rub against his knuckles. A spark goes up his spine, but the thrill disappears once he realizes you’re only doing this to calm him down - to spare Fontaine’s life. 

He’s confused, angry, but you’re his everything. A pause before he grabs your hand and walks away, almost pulling you but not quite. You let him, Grizelda hesitating to let go. You don’t struggle, don’t tell him to stop - you just follow.

Your mouthed words repay in his head -

Not yet.

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[httpisaoki]

I'll be imperfect for you ft. yu jimin

-> previous.

warnings. mentions of affairs and divorce, reader is referred as 'han junhi', crying, confessions, etc. etc.

you gave her a small nod, finally agreeing to go somewhere a little more private. with a small smile, she motioned for you to follow her and you did, albeit reluctantly, your expression still one of disinterest.

the walk towards the room that she was leading you would be the most painfully long walk ever. she didn't say anything and neither did you, it was an awkward silence, a nerve wrecking one at the least.

a few quiet minutes later, the two of you were inside a room. despite it still being in the office building, it looked as if no one was inside it and the doors weren't being monitored. 

she shut the doors, the two of you finally alone. she sighed, she was about to tell you what she wanted to talk about. but as she was about to speak, you saw her eyes trail down, her gaze on her own hands as her voice softened. "junhi, can I ask you a question?"

when she spoke, her voice filled with softness, a side that you hadn't seen from her in two years. it was something that caught you off guard, something that made you almost regret your decision to divorce her. 

you gave her a small nod, keeping your gaze neutral, your ears only focusing on her voice. you were still trying to stay professional despite her sudden change in attitude.

she took a deep breath as if she were trying to gather her thoughts. but once she opened her mouth to speak, words wouldn't come out. she let out a small sigh, as if preparing her next words. 

"do you..." she paused for a moment, she gulped, "do you recall my affair?" You tilt your head, visible irritation in your face. "why would you ask that?" she gulped at your tone.

she paused at your tone, the irritation in your face made her flinch even though she was trying her hardest to maintain her composure. 

she swallowed, looking down at her hands to avoid looking at you again, the shame and guilt she was feeling was something she'd been dealing with since that whole affair. 

"just...just answer the question," she spoke softly, the change in her tone was a little jarring.

you raised an eyebrow, albeit forcefully, "yes." you answered. "then I'd ask you if you recall that name, the name of the man I was in a fling with?" she gulped, her fists clenching together. she didn't need to tell you the name, it had been plastered all over the media, there were pictures of them kissing, holding hands...all over everywhere. 

but no one had ever mentioned you during that affair. your name had never been uttered, not in public, not by anyone.

"lee jaewook." your eyes pierced through hers. fury building up inside you. she froze, the name you'd mentioned was something she never thought you'd know. she gulped, her palms already sweaty, nervous. was that why you'd gone cold on her? because you'd found out? it had been all over the media, that'd been true.....but she didn't think you knew...she wished she'd kept quiet.

"and I assume you know he's one of your employees?" you could hear the nervousness in her tone, the fear of your reaction filled her. You let out a small chuckle, amused at the obvious question. "of course." 

she gulped, your tone alone made her shudder, the fear of your reaction was rising inside of her. 

her voice was shaky, she hadn't expected your reaction to be this harsh. she tried to steady her breathing, she was trembling as she spoke, "and...do you know that he's been fired for his behavior?"

"may I ask why is this relevant? it's been 3 years, karina." impatiently, you glares went right through her. "because I have a request for you," she gulped, her voice still trembling. before you could cut her off, she rushed out words, not wanting you to interrupt her, "a request so I want you to listen to me first..."

she flinched at your gaze, your words hurt like a dagger. she looked away, your words digging into her, hurting her. she tried her hardest to keep everything bottled in, she didn't want to show you how much your blunt words hurt her. 

"it's...just something I wanted to...tell you." her voice was still shaky, she still seemed afraid. she didn't know why all of a sudden she was this nervous, there were a million different reasons behind it but she didn't have the energy to explain them.

she took a deep breath when you remained silent, her eyes trailing up to look at yours. were you not going to ask her why? was she telling you this for nothing? did you really not care?

you had been through a divorce so did you feel nothing? her heart was in her throat, it was all she could think about. 

"then let me ask you another question." she began, her tone slightly calmer.

"yes?" you still remained silent, your gaze on hers. this was a business meeting, this was supposed to only be about business.

your eyes gave away nothing, it was as if it was a poker face challenge. but despite how cool you were trying to keep things, one can't help but wonder if there were other things behind your behavior.

"can I ask you..." she continued, the way she paused was as if she was trying to recall her thoughts.

"did it ever cross your mind that I might've ended things with you because of him?" she asked, her voice trembling once more. this was the part where she broke and she didn't know what was coming. 

it hurt just thinking about it now, how could she have thrown away everything for a man she didn't even know? 

just that thought alone made her tremble, she didn't even bother trying to hide it, the thought of you divorcing her...it was something she regretted deeply.

"it was the reason I divorced you," you paused, and hesitantly you continued, "I didn't want you to choose him so I went first," you gulped, your emotions slipping through your cold gaze. 

her eyes soften, "I didn't want you to end things because of a man who is worthless." you let out a shaky breath, "It may be selfish but I broke things off in the worry of you breaking my heart." 

her breath hitched as you spoke, the way you spoke with your whole heart made her shiver. she didn't expect this side of you to come out to her, she thought you were just going to be cold towards her as if you were strangers.

"you..." she paused, her eyes widening for a moment before she looked away again, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "did you really..." she couldn't think of the correct words, and the realization that you'd left her out of fear of being hurt, it made tears pricked at her eyes.

you had divorced her to avoid the inevitable, her decision.

Though she was aware that the decision she made that day was one she still regretted, the thought of breaking your heart had been a fear of hers. even back then, she never wanted to be the one to hurt you in any way...despite her wrongdoing, she could never bear to see you hurt.

"you don't know me, karina." you whispered, my face remained stoic but there was a hurt in your eyes that she couldn't face. "even after 10 years, we were never really together. you didn't know me, I didn't know you. we were strangers." 

her breaths became shaky, the bitterness on her face was gone. you were right, the two of you never really knew one another even after all those years together. all of it was surface level love, it was never fully unconditional, it was conditional.

her silence was her agreeing with you. she couldn't say anything to your words because she knew they were true. it hurt to realize that the two of you were actually strangers despite having been together for 10 years.

you sighed before muttering, "we are strangers."

her face froze. you had said it, something that everyone knew but no one dared to say out loud. it was the cold truth that you had acknowledged, just like that. 

she couldn't find anything to say afterwards, she didn't know how to counter your words, you were right. all those moments that the two of you were together, all those years, they were wasted, they were meaningless. you didn't know each other, she didn't know you, you didn't know her.

but there was a silent feeling she felt, the desire to be more, for the both of you to be more. as she gathered up the courage, you let out a breath, "and if I want to get to know you?" as she said that, you let a tear fall from your eyes, 

her voice breaking. “junhi.. I—” there was a lump in her throat that she struggled to swallow down. this was not something that she was expecting in any way. her words caught the both of you by surprise and they filled you with a bittersweetness. 

something inside of you was still holding onto the love she felt for you, and to have her say this after everything. you gulped, the sudden crack in her voice made your eyes widen. she couldn't hold back anymore. it was ridiculous but maybe there there was something unspoken between the two of you after all those years.

fighting back tears, you let out a whisper,

“Then I’d love to.”

-> third part already I LOVE NOT HAVING WRITER'S BLOCKK

[fushigogo]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 — 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

cw: just pure angst, canon divergence, post-jjk, mentions of death, gojo and you have children, plot-twist.

a/n: this is just a little writing exercise.

the table was just set at this moment. in this icy morning, water, breakfast and honey, decorate the table and coffee brewed fills the house with its well-known smell. your children enjoy playing outside with yuji, megumi and nobara. in this cold morning, you thank having bought those cozy jackets in the mid-summer. now you don’t have to worry about visiting full department stores in this time of year.

poor nobara. by the way little ike is inspecting her eye, grabbing with her tiny hands the jovial cheeks of the girl, she right now might be asking her how she got to lost her eye, how it felt like, how it is to just look with one eyeball, and other sorts of questions, that for you, are merely childish imprudences — perhaps a behavior inherited from your husband, who was about to arrive.

takeshi, by the way he seems to grab both megumi and yuji marks, may have the same curiosity as his sister.

water, for when they have finished eating the western breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon, to refresh your mouths after the meal and children can drink milk and the adults enjoy the hot coffee.

honey, to spread it in the recently baked biscuits nanami will bring from his trusted bakery shop.

now you just wait for satoru. the kids will be happy to see their dad again and then, in the afternoon enjoy the sweets you are sure he will bring for them. though you don’t have a sweet tooth, you recognize how vile it would be to deny them a sweet treat from time to time.

“hey, there.” a cocky voice can be heard from afar.

“satoru?” you turn and that albino hair, those blue pupils, and...

why he’s not wearing any jacket, with the awful cold is making outside?

after the divorce, when nanami didn’t serve as a therapist for both of you, you managed to keep your worry for him as a formality when you were in front of the children. “have you checked your teeth?” “it’s cold outside, i think you should wear a jacket.”

“i’m glad to see you too.” he gets near and, grabs your knuckles with such delicacy, inviting you to get up from your chair.

“i can tell the same.” you look away, not wanting him to wonder what goes through your mind, not wanting your eyes to betray you. you both had to admit that there was still a spark. it’s just that satoru’s busy lifestyle didn’t allow you to consummate your love, enjoy the children. just curse there and there.

it was unbearable.

“you’ve been missing me?” he teases as always. nanami would always say things like: “i think there are things you need to solve by yourselves.” “i’m not any kind of messenger that you can use as you please.” the blonde man, in some way or another, implied how much he made you suffer, even though you asked him not to tell him that you waited for him every day, just to see if he would change his mind.

then, he notices it’s just not the way he wanted to let you know he also missed you, but also despite how you tried to hide it, you, trying not to cry and hold tears back, is present.

“i think i sounded cruel, didn’t i?” he murmured.

you gasped, as now an enormous and overwhelming sadness consumes you and can’t understand why. he’s here with you and all you want to do is to tell him how much you’ve been longing for him to come and stay with you. that doesn’t matter how much you’ll be waiting for him, the three of you will be blissfully anticipating his arrival.

“hey, it’s okay, i’m here.” he hugs you and instead of feeling any sort of comfort, it’s like a mass of ice is hugging you and that sheds more tears, accompanied by uncontrollable sobbing. “you know? could you please tell the children that they’ll live forever in my heart?” he mumbles in your ear.

“i don’t want you to leave, satoru.” you protest. your whimpers and sob crack your voice.

“hey, hey.” his frozen thumbs try to clean your tears. “i’ll be here, with you. looking after ike and takeshi, you were the most precious thing that could ever happen to me. you have no idea how much i would have liked to enjoy you more. i wish i could go back in time.”

“don’t bullshit me. you still can do it. we can...”

your hands intertwine. “tell them i would’ve loved to take them to eat all the candies in the world.”

you look at his hands. the hands of the strongest man. a vague: “yes” comes from your mouth.

and then, nanami enters with the bread and the trio of young students enters with your children. who quickly noticed your face full of tears and tried to distract the children for them.

nanami, of course knows what happened.

yeah, you have forgotten. now nanami just can’t go and tell him about how your feelings. even if you were at verge of tears, you tried to hide it from nanami, who of course, tired of other things that were happening in his life, tried not to be attached or pay attention to them.

now you just wished you could have been brave enough to speak directly to satoru and no after disgrace just happened.

[misteria247]

2012 Shermie Pines residence:

Shermie Pines never claimed to be a smart man. But he wasn't no fool either. Especially when it came to his sneaky grandchildren. For the past few weeks now, he'd noticed Dipper and Mabel acting a bit suspicious to put it bluntly. Shared looks and whispered conversations between them, and the too wide smiles they'd put on when he confronted them. It was obvious that they were hiding something. He just didn't expect it to be this.

Shermie stood in front of the kitchen sink, washing a few dishes while he listened to his son talk. The younger man was talking about sending the twins somewhere for the upcoming summer holidays while he and his wife started the proceedings of their divorce. The older gentleman let out a hum before asking.

"Any ideas as to where you're gonna send the little rascals? And who you're sending them with?"

Shermie's son let out a noise passing a few mugs towards him.

"Well, funnily enough Dipper and Mabel already have a place they're wanting to go. That one place you talk about in those silly spooky stories. Uh Gravity Falls I think-"

The younger man didn't even finish before the sound of a mug shattering in the sink startled him. Shermie blinked in surprise, staring at the mug he'd just dropped. Trying to process what he'd just heard. A sense of unease filled him. Gravity Falls, Oregon. Of all the places to want to spend the summer, that's where his grandchildren wanted to go. Suddenly, their sneaky behavior made sense. Shermie took a shaky breath, focusing instead on cleaning up ceramic glass. If he was honest with himself, he should have seen this coming. After all, Shermie was the one who told them stories about the place. And of the broadcasting station that was once a big hit in the 80s. It was natural that they'd want to check it out. After all, his little rascals were always going on adventures and solving mysteries.

'Just like Stanford and Stanley. Always curious, even when it wouldn't do them any good....'

He thought his heart aching at the thought of his younger brothers. He felt himself drift as he recalled them, their memories still crystal clear to him even after thirty years. Thirty years since he and his ma had lost them. Since Gravity Falls had taken them from them, leaving no trace behind.

'And now Mabel and Dipper wanted to go there.'

The reality of it made his stomach drop. Meanwhile his son, oblivious to his father's turmoil continued on.

"Honestly dad, we've both done research on the place and it seems perfect. It's small, not a lot of crime or anything and it's out in the grand wide open. Giving them plenty of space to run around. Me and their mom are considering it, and we were wondering if maybe you'd like to accompany them....?"

His son trailed off looking at him. Shermie stayed silent, debating on his next course of action. He could say no, could cut this all in the bud. It would be the smart thing to do. But......

Flashes of Stanley's smiling face and of Stanford's starry eyed gaze appeared then disappeared. Again leaving him aching something fierce. Shermie Pines never claimed to be a smart man, and he was no fool. But when it came to his family......well he may as well be incredibly stupid.

".....Alrighty. I'll accompany the kids, got nothing better to do anyway."

The oldest Pines said earning a relieved look from his son.

"Ah thank you dad! I really appreciate it, me and the missus will cover the expenses and-"

And as his son rambled on, Shermie felt a sense of dread and anticipation consume him. He knows it was a long shot possibly seeing his brothers after all these years. Especially when he and his ma and Mrs. Mcgucket had failed in locating them all those years ago. But perhaps going there would help him move on. Maybe after all these years Sherman Pines could finally have some closure.

If only the world made it that easy......

[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon, you’ve said in the past that you don’t mind being challenged so I guess I’m going to test that theory.

I totally agree with what you have said re trans men and cis men being Men but just arriving at that place from different routes.

You talk in your latest Insta post about women not seeing trans men as men as the problems with that.

However you in the past have talked openly about not feeling safe with cis women, and in fact have written a whole article on it. Outlining your past bad experiences with cis women. In that you clearly outlined a view that cis women specifically were more dangerous feeling to you, implying more so than trans women.

By your own account then are you not saying that you see trans women and cis woman as different and not as equal “women” because of your own experiences.

If that’s the case why can’t women differentiate between cis men and trans men and also say that they don’t feel safe with cis men because of past bad experiences but are ok with trans men because they haven’t had those same experiences.

For the record I’m a gay man so not coming at this from a defensive point of view but seeking to genuinely understand as there seems to be some possible cognitive dissonance or hypocrisy going on.

I say that with respect. I’m just wondering how you reconcile those two seemingly opposing views.

I think what you may be missing here is a differentiation between the descriptive and the prescriptive. The piece "I Don't Feel Safe Around Cis Women" is descriptive of my experience -- if you read through to the end, you'll see that I affirm that one day I hope that I will feel safe around cis women, and a lengthy exploration of the many many ways in which equating a person's identity to their safeness (or dangerousness) is unhelpful. That piece is far from an argument that cis women are categorically less safe than any other group, or a prescription that anyone's politics should be centered around the idea that cis women are uniquely dangerous. There is a very big difference between describing one's emotional feelings and making political pronouncements about how the world is or how people should be treated.

This same distinction applies in the opposite direction, too -- I think people have reasons for feeling uncomfortable or unsafe around cis men that obviously make a huge amount of sense. Frankly I don't care one way or another what somebody's feelings are. I have no intention of changing those. What I care about is a person's behavior, and the politics they advance -- and a politics that deems cis men as inherently more dangerous as individuals goes down a pretty troubling road when it's divorced from an understanding of structural power dynamics. The same thing is true of the cis woman discussion -- cis women aren't dangerous to me because they're women, or because of any innate quality to who they are; they're only more dangerous within a specific power differential. Similarly, cis men aren't all more dangerous to everyone who isn't a cis man -- we must take into account class, race, immigration status, ability level, and a number of other factors.

tldr; there's a big difference between someone feeling unsafe and someone having a politics that declares members of a group are actually inherently suspect, no matter the situation or their other positionalities.

[yourresidentstanlover]

ughghgh why does creativity always hit right when i'm doin something important >:(

anyways, have some emmafiddlestan headcanon stuff:

fidds is ftm and emma-may is mtf (t4t fiddemma let's go babyyyyyyy)

stan shows up and stuff happens like in canon, but fidds comes to the shack to check on ford after getting a bad feeling, and finds stan instead

uhh something something, sexual tension, fidds mentions he has a wife and kid, and stan feels so guilty for having feelings for a married man

(I want to make a note here: fidds and emma aren't divorced yet, but they are going through a rough patch bc fidds' behavior has changed because of the memory gun. emma thinks he's addicted to drugs or alcohol, and fidds refuses to tell the truth (he is genuinely addicted, just not in the conventional way ig))

BUT stan helps fidds talk to emma, and she brings tate with her to gravity falls in an attempt to fix things (no one else knows about the memory gun yet)

then oh no! fidds' wife is insanely hot! stan's in love with both of them! (cue the bisexual panic)

also stan is like the cool uncle to tate, and he teaches him how to pick locks and hotwire cars (much to fidds' and emma-may's dismay lol)

then fidds starts flirting with stan, and oh man he wants to flirt back so bad, but how the hell can he flirt with someone whose wife is in the next room over???

oh no emma's flirting with him too??? what the fuck man this is confusing stan

eventually he brings them both in the same room and is like "idk guys you're married and i've dealt with enough married couples to know this won't end well" (i'll elaborate on that in a sec)

then fidds and emma-may start laughing because they both know about each other's crush on stan, and they forgot to tell him

then they fuck about it or somethin idk i'll figure that out later lol

(about the married couple thing) ok soooo i'm thinkin stan slept with married men while in drag (gotta charge extra, y'know?) and has been yelled at and chased by several different wives. nothin' personal he just wanted the money lol

ALSO drag queen stan getting makeup tips from emma-may :3

i've kinda got somethin for that boppin around in my head:

Stan tries not to squirm as Emma-May holds his head still. She's been helping him with his makeup for a bit, trying different styles of eyeliner.

"Hold on sugar, I'm almost done," she says, voice dripping with honey.

The eyeliner pencil goes over his eye in one more pass before she decides it's good enough.

"How's that?" she asks, holding a mirror up to his face.

Damn. He looks good. Really good. Stan's honestly surprised that Emma was so good at eye makeup, since hers were always covered by her curly hair.

Stan was perfectly capable of doing his own makeup, but there was something so intimate about trusting someone else to be so close to your face, such a delicate and vulnerable part of the body. Plus, the feeling of Emma's hands on his face felt pretty nice.

Speaking of which-- Emma's hands trail down the sides of Stan's face to cup his jaw. She gives him a smile before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

He looks her in the eye (or tries to, anyways. It's hard to see them through her hair. How she saw through it was unknown), and can't help but have a goofy grin on his face.

Behind him, he hears a whistle. "Well damn, darlin', you look swell," Fidds says, putting down the contraption he was tinkering with.

Stan blushes at the compliment, leaning over to FIddleford to give him a quick kiss, too.

Stanley wasn't sure how he got so lucky, but he finds that he doesn't care. All that matters is having his new family.

aaaaaand now for your regularly-scheduled angst:

fidds is still running the society of the blind eye, and he's doing it behind stan and emma's backs

when they find out about the memory gun, they all get into a huge argument over it

stan tries to keep them together for a bit, but when the whole cult business is revealed, it's the last straw for emma-may

she takes tate and leaves, and apologizes to stan. she really does want to stay with him, but stan has to stay and work on the portal, and emma doesn't want tate to be around a literal cult leader

they part ways and stan is heartbroken that he lost two of the people that he loved so much

fidds disappeared after emma left, started to spiral with his use of the memory gun

stan tried to help him a few times, but ultimately decided that fiddleford couldn't be helped if he didn't want help

imagine after the show ends, and stan and ford come back from their first sailing trip. stan finds emma-may in gravity falls, visiting tate. he hasn't talked to her in over 30 years, let alone seen her.

and dammit, she's aged like a fine wine. ford essentially shoves stan into a conversation with her, and they reconcile.

fiddleford has regained a lot of his memories, and is doing a lot better, now. he sees emma and apologizes for the way things happened 30 years ago

she's not quite ready to take fidds back yet, but they keep in contact and are on friendly terms

then eventually, they become a polycule once again, and stan has all of the people that he lost so long ago.

the end, or whatever lol

i think i might write a fic about this cause i reeeeeaaally like it (especially emma and stan hehe)

imagine being dipper and mabel coming back the next summer: grunkle stan is dating old man mcgucket and there's a woman they've never seen before that's living there as well. wait what do you mean that's mcgucket's ex-wife? stan is dating mcgucket's ex-wife?! and mcgucket!? and his ex-wife is also dating him again!??

the kids don't really care tho, cause now mabel has a cool aunt and dipper can ask fiddleford about his inventions

[ms-cartoon]

Difference between a good father and a bad father

(This is mainly for folks who have at least watched Soul Eater. In case you didn't and you don't know who the red-haired man is below, his name is Spirit Albarn, a character in the series. He, like Stolas, is a divorced father. He cheated on his wife not once, but multiple times and they separated cuz of it. It's because of this that the mother is not in her (ex)husband or daughter's life and the said daughter did not have a good relationship with her father. I guess you can say his situation is a little similar to Stolas. Only difference is Spirit is a good father)

This is Spirit Albarn from the anime Soul Eater

This is Stolas from the webshow, Helluva Boss

What do these two men have in common?

Similarities

They're both fathers

They each have one daughter

Don't have the best relationship with their daughters

They're divorced

Reason(s) for said divorce: Cheating/Affair

Both are horny perverts that like to sleep around (though in Stola's case, he has eyes set for one person)

Both around 30 years old (not really the point of this post, but it's so much of a coincidence I wanted to point that out)

And now here are the differences (the best part of this post)!

Differences

Spirit:

Is actually trying to be a good dad.

Is in his daughter's life and makes it his goal to have a good relationship with her.

Is much happier spending time with his daughter than anyone or even any woman.

Pays attention to his daughter and will be quick to be there for her when he feels she needs help, which is nearly in any case.

Won't hesitate to protect when she's in danger. Only reason why he can't is because . . . plot?

Doesn't make excuses for his actions.

Wouldn't gaslight anyone just to avoid being at fault.

Is regretful of his actions and probably wishes he could fix things, however, there's nothing he can do about it.

Still loves his ex (or so he claims) despite everything and like I said, probably wants to fix things with her, but as far as I'm concerned, she's simply DONE with him (she doesn't even make an appearance in the anime). The best that he can do is move on and focus on his daughter. He still would make passes at women, which was what got him divorced in the first place, but the way I see it, this is his way of trying to move on if they can't work anything out (not to condone that, ust saying). But we're not talking about him being a terrible husband here.

Stolas:

Despite caring about his daughter, he DOES NOT pay attention to her as often as he would think or we would hope. Neglecting her if you will.

Flirts with his sex target in front of his daughter which is very inappropriate. Spirit kinda did that a couple of times too, tho it was unintentional on his part, at least most of the time. In Stolas's case, he did it while fully aware of Octavia's presence and didn't even consider the fact that she didn't want to see it.

Makes excuses for his actions. Regardless if his reasons for it were true, it doesn't justify his them and with the way the show comes off, it makes it seem like they want us to justify the affair.

Not ONCE do we hear him apologize to Octavia for his actions or behavior. If he did apologize, it wasn't a full apology. In fact, Octavia was the one to apologize to him even though she didn't need too.

Between searching for his daughter when she is lost and hanging out with Blitzo, worried about what he's got going on, he goes for the latter, once again, being neglectful.

Not to say Spirit doesn't have his own flaws in being a father, but if Maka (Spirit's daughter) were to look at the dynamic between Octavia and Stolas, I'm sure she'd appreciate Spirit a little more. He may be a horndog, but at least in his case, his daughter ALWAYS comes first. Seriously, no way he would ever choose some woman he barely knows over his daughter.

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[ohsonewtome]

idk why my hyperfixation spiked today but i’m so intrigued with the logistics behind the reunion 😭 i can’t even concentrate on work lol i know in the end it all worked out BUT STILL

jan 2023:

noel’s divorce, liam makes his “my-brother-is-getting-divorced” playlist, “how are you and your kid getting along these days?” “oh, brilliantly! genuinely, yeah, apparently he’s taking the rest of the year to figure himself out” - noel interview (i’m paraphrasing and i’m sure he was talking about liam’s double hip replacement)

end of jan 2023:

peggy’s birthday, paul uploads a picture of a cake with three hearts on it, liam’s double hip replacement surgery

feb 2023:

“he’s coming over later to wipe my arse and change the bedding he’s a good lad really” - liam about noel visiting after his surgery (this might be true or might be liam’s wishful thinking idk)

march 2023:

after a tweet where liam says a reunion is happening noel said on a radio show “liam should get his people to call my people; they know who they are, they know where we are. stop talking on the fucking internet, and let’s see what you’ve got to say.” the first time of many he’d said the same thing (sometimes he’ll refer to liam as a coward “he knows what would happen if we were in the same room”)

HERE is where i’m guessing things got a bit… gallagheresque

may 2023:

noel goes to talkSPORT and says the same thing liam should call him blablabla someone tweets liam this and he responds “fuck him he don’t call the shots no more bumbaclart”

another person tweets at him telling him that noel called him a coward and liam responds “he’s the coward who wishes aids on people and doesn’t show up to play music for his hometown after a tragedy you want more cunty boll” which OKAY liam used to make the same argument when trashing noel in 2018/2019 but we’re talking post pandemic post “oh brilliantly, genuinely, yeah”

after those twitter exchanges he goes and tweets “i don’t wish AIDS on people I turn up and play the MUSIC for the people of MANCHESTER who have just had a terror attack while you sit on your dingy sipping champagne and you got the audacity to call me a COWARD sit down you 🛎 end” somebody replies “reunion dead in the water” to which liam responded “reunion he hates oasis fans he’s full of shit” after that he replies to another tweet of someone telling him that is NOEL who needs liam and not the other way around “exactly soon as the witch 🧙‍♀️ has took HALF hell be the 1 doing the calling”

after that noel continued answering the same thing anytime oasis/liam was brought up in any interview and liam continued his standard liam behavior on twitter ALSO noel was still going through with his divorce (custody, alimony, etc)

which brings us to 2024:

jan 2024:

liam and john squire give a bunch of interviews to different outlets regarding their collaboration speaking to the guardian in 2024 liam still talked bitterly about the end of oasis “after Oasis, I could barely tie my shoelace let alone run my business. All that was taken away, but little Noely G had it all.” and gives this quote that i found interesting “I know I’ve been humbled. And thank fuck for it because it’s made me a better person. But he’s not. He’s still going round thinking he’s the man, but we’ll see.”

and things remain kind of the same until march 2024 when liam and john went to the jonathan ross show and his behavior was very VERY interesting when he got asked about speaking to noel (good interesting, lots of smiling while denying talking to him “haven’t talked to him for … 15 years ? 😀)

and then blablabla “no one sounds like rkid” , “this one’s for my little brother who is still playing hard to get”, “liam’s like a shot of tequila”, “i never did like that word former” and then BANG reunion

everything worked out okay in the end and we got the reunion but WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED FROM MAY 2023 to JAN 2024 ahshsksjndnddbdbs i guess we’ll never truly know

EDIT: we probably do know, noel didn’t let liam use oasis songs in his Knebworth 22 documentary that was released in 2023 lol sorry i just scrapped that whole period from my memory