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[emacrow]

He has offically lost his mind.

Warning of murder and talk of blood and Vivisection.

The Riddler, also known as Edward Nygma, drives in the stolen family car as fast as the speed limit could take him out of Amity Park.

His green riddler outfit was coated in blood that wasn't his, lightly glancing at Jazz, his distant niece in the passenger seat.

Her eyes were baggy and red as she sniffed, holding onto the three bundles in her arms.

A 2 year old toddler that was his nephew and two newborn(neverborn, uncle eddy, they neverborns.) Jack fenton sitting in the back between Sam and Tucker looking awkward as hell.

He had read the letter two days ago and visited his distant half-sister Maddie. He wasn't expecting his distant niece to be tied up in chair, some warp verison of the fear containment bubble, weakly crying and begging for them to let danny go.

He expected worse from his half-sister, but in that basement... it was like a living nightmare brought to life before his very eyes.

That was Danny on that table. His favorite little munckin of a deaged nephew with inverted coloring muffled screaming into a fenton mouth gag while Maddie digging into his chest with Jack tremblingly behind her, his large hand shakenly so much holding a jar with two babies in it, eyes glancing at Maddie and Danny with some sort of realization peaking in his glance.

Edward cautiously tips toe down the stairs as quietly as he can, holding his question mark staff as he listened on.

"M-Maddie, ph-Danny might be telling the truth. He is bleeding red now!"

"Oh, Jack, remember ghosts tend to mimic and possessed people around us. Phantom had been living right under our noses and using our sweet Danny like living costume, look how small he gotten afterall, Who knows how long he has the time to copy all Danny's personality to sabotage our weapons. Now be a sweetheart and hand me that bone mallet." The way his half-sister sounds so cold yet sweet made Edward sick to his stomach as he was inching closer, holding his staff at the right angle for a clean shot at her head.

"No. No, this is wrong. That Dann-o, that's our baby, Maddie! He has the exact scar on his left midsection from the fishing trip. Ghosts don't heal from scars when they are dead, Maddie!" Jack shook his head, taking a step or two back from Maddie. His face was becoming paler. Jack looked as though he was going to lose his lunch at any moment with horror in his eyes.

"That Thing Is Not danny anymore when it -" Maddie turned to yell at Jack was when Eddie struck. Hitting her hard in the head was a clean knockout.

"E-eddie?" Jack, look wide-eyed at Edward Nygma, who looks ready to swing at him but stopped, glancing at table.

"Sew Danny up now, or I swear to Meemaw Gretchen, I'll beat you within every inch of your life if he doesn't make it." Eddie growled as he hit Maddie one more time for good measure with the staff.

He thought she was clear from the insanity that was their mom, but apparently not.

He pushed back the flashback and kept focusing on driving. Those GIW creep tried to ambush him one more time, then he got a bloody cane to beat them with too.

Part 1 here <-

[victoryai]

JUNO IN THE SIGNS, 👩‍❤️‍👨

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Juno represents your union and marriage with your spouse . Juno persona chart shows how both of you act and live in the union. According to me, Pls note that Juno is about the union and not your spouse . Juno focuses on you both(the union) not your spouse.

© Victoryai

♈ Juno in Aries: Your marriage/union is filled with bursts of energy and action. It's like a blockbuster movie. Life after marriage will NOT be boring 😄. You and your spouse create a union of energetic souls. You both have your own separate identities that if not handled well could damage this beautiful union. It's very possible one of you approached the other spontaneously and asked to date when you both met. Too much energy can however turn into agression if not kept in check 😭. You all can play fight 🥰 but don't let it get violent. If one is jealous they won't hide it. Cheesy couple 😤😁

♉ Juno in Taurus: This is what I love to call the chill 🌬️marriage. You guys are so steady and grounded 🥺. You're that couple that buys expensive stuff. Rich and comfortable are the words. After you say yes,you hardly go broke because this marriage has 🤑 and omg you guys look sooooo good together, people might think you guys have more than you actually have. You guys might have met in a restaurant or shopping mall, or an exotic place, or a place filled with products, goods or money. You guys eat healthy tho😁. Marriage is bringing money to upgrade you.

♊👬 Juno in Gemini: This couple can talk for hours♥️. They literally act like siblings. Always laughing at an inside joke🤣. This is the description of high school love 😘. They might have started as friend, met at school or neighborhood and have so many similarities. They're the type to write love letters to each other and roam around town at evenings. Travel short distances together such as going to school together. They're also the type to bicker alot sometimes. Childish couple 💩

♋🦀Juno in Cancer: The homie couple 🫂. Awwn 😊. You guys are so clingy. Your marriage is so sweet and homie. You both love to build a home together in a safe space. So shy🥺. This union makes both of you so empathetic and soft. Even if you are a naturally tough person, this union will soften you. You guys might have met at one of the others house or were introduced through family members.

♌ 🦁 Juno in Leo:The fun and spotlight couple always grinning from ear to ear. You both are people to get married because you derive joy from it or because you want kids so badly not because you see it a duty. Together you both will plan your outings together,make the other more confident. The downfall of this blissful union could arise because of ego or lack of passion.

♍ Juno in Virgo: In health and in sickness, till death do us apart. This Juno reminds me of marriage vows that are kept till the end. This is the marriage that will be there through thick and thin. If poorly aspected by rash planets or houses, it could mean that you guys always fight in your marriage. I know a lady who has this and she and her Husband always be bickering then the next minute they're laughing Wtf 😒😂. It might also mean that you guys may later turn out to be enemies then probably end in conflict or court 😭. I'm sorry 😔.

♎ Juno in Libra: This is a marriage!!!!!! 😆. Y'know all those countryside love stories where they meet, fall in love, get married and grow old together 😉. If your 7th lord is also well placed, then it will show a very balanced ⚖️ married life. You and your spouse will be able to settle very comfortably in your marriage with peace of mind 🌬️. The downfall of this union could be a third party interference.

♏ Juno in Scorpio: This is indicating that after marriage you guys might have a joint account/share funds together or keep important/confidential secrets from one another. Don't do that!👀. There's a tendency to get suspicious or jealous easily not because you dont trust them but because you don't want to lose them🥲. You both are passionate about love 💕* wink* 😉

♐ Juno in Sagittarius: When foreigners meet there's always curiosity to explore and understand the world together 🥺. You liked my phrase?😉🤭. Alright, you both might be foreign to one another. I mean that you guys might be from different countries, brought up in different ways or even religion but altogether what brings you together is curiosity/knowledge/adventure. You both might also meet at a place of learning or worship e.g university /church. Somewhere far from home. The marriage itself will be characterized by 😊 fun, learning, morals/religious beliefs or a significant distance between you both (physically or culturally. Don't laugh too much, you might end up falling in love 😂.

♑ Juno in Capricorn: The couple that every one knows is together! or should I say power couple? Your marriage is going to make you high class or put you in a place of authority . You guys might be a celebrity couple or be in the same line of business. Marriage promises stability to you both. With other saturnian aspects inclusive, they might be a significant difference in age or status btw you both. You might get married late too. Make sure you don't get to caught up in the pubic eye after marriage, people are nosy 💩.

♒ Juno in Aquarius: You and your spouse are similar in many ways . Might be closer than people expect. From my observations, there's some weirdness with this union. I observed this in a chart and Her husband was about 30 years older than her(but it was also conjunct Uranus). People are just really confused about what to say concerning this union.

Another scenario could be that you were first friends then it turned into a love story 🤭 or you both truly were not expecting it to take you guys this far. Maybe it was something casual , then boom 🤯 before you knew it, you were getting married. You might meet online or through friend or big events. Marriage will help you achieve that long term goal

♓ Juno in Pisces:🌬️🍃. Juno in Pisces is the ultimate union of souls 🌬️. You both will never meet another person apart from your partner that will be able to understand you on a deeper level. Your spouse is someone that can be so far away from you, but so near at the same time. You guys might frequently dream bout each other even before meeting. Marriage will make you moreeee spiritual and in tune with other realms . Another scenario (take with a cup of coffee) is that overtime you both can grow apart 😭 due to emotionally distance. One might go to jail because of this union (physical or mental) I'm sorry 😔.

@victoryai

[danniswrites]

This is an excellent list! As a science fiction writer, I can add a few things.

Earth's tilt is about 23 degrees and gives us our 4 seasons, but latitude also affects that. Less of a tilt gives longer seasons that aren't as different.

Gravity will affect a lot of things, but life like ours probably has an upper limit of 4x Earth's, and life in 1/3 gravity has its effects if you look at studies on ISS astronauts.

Magnetic field or lack of it might affect colonists, too.

Calendars are fascinating. You can start with the different calendars people follow in various countries, or the Jewish calendar. China uses a lunar calendar and so do pregnant women.

NASA measures Martian missions in Sols and people working on them live on Mars time, a 25-hour clock.

There have been many proposed Martian calendars for its nearly 2 year orbit and those are fun to look at.

The concentration of oxygen, or other gases your species might breathe is important. Earth has 1/5 oxygen and 4/5 nitrogen. For us, nitrogen is inert, but if the concentration of oxygen was more than this, it's toxic. Less than this, we might have to supplement because that's what people who travel to very high altitudes have to do. Think of mountain climbers. Or, altitude sickness if you travel to a US state like Colorado.

What if the world had less ocean? The sky would reflect the color of what's mostly on it. If most vegetation is purple, it might be purple. Or minerals blown in the winds might color it. Iron might make for a red sky.

Resources found on the world might be surprisingly nice. For example, the soil on the Moon and Mars is about the right concentration of iron and trace minerals to make good-quality steel, and silicon for glass production. Structures on these bodies could be built thinner and taller than we'd see on Earth because of lower gravity.

Huge caverns exist on the Moon that might shelter colonists from the high radiation on worlds with no or thin atmospheres.

Mars' very thin atmosphere makes high winds benign, but we did send a tiny helicopter that flew there.

NASA is a good resource for all of these topics so you can make your world feasible.

Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

[enhaflixer]

psh - king of tears. TEASER

Chaebol Husband!Sunghoon | Queen of Tears AU

Teaser #2 FULL FIC OUT NOW! HEREEE

📌 summary: your marriage to park sunghoon was supposed to be a fairytale—until it wasn’t.

now it’s cold stares across the dinner table, separate bedrooms in a mansion too big for the both of you, and divorce papers waiting to be signed.

you were ready to walk away. he let you.

so why does he look at you like he’s the one who lost everything?

my fake marriage! Heeseung fic teaser

word count: maybeee around 15-20K

release date: 23rd Feb

genre: angst | slow burn | second chance romance | marriage in crisis | Queen of Tears AU | SMUT ANGST FLUFF (in that order)

⚠️ content warnings (explicit, minors dni!):  a marriage falling apart but neither of you can let go, divorce papers as a weapon but neither of you sign them first, staring at an empty side of the bed and pretending it doesn’t hurt, watching him struggle alone but being too proud to help, "we’re not together anymore." // "then why do you still wear your ring?", high society pressure, business marriages, and pretending everything is fine when it’s not, fighting in the rain because what’s a rich people angst fic without that?, angst-heavy sex (sex while crying, sex while angry, sex while pretending it doesn’t mean anything) "we’re supposed to be over, so why are you still fucking me like you love me?" breathless, desperate sunghoon (bc when he breaks, he breaks) sunghoon is sick, weak, exhausted—but still strong enough to pin you down "i don’t love you anymore." // "then stop moaning my name.", luxury penthouse sex but it’s tragic, a hand around your throat but it’s not just about control—it’s about possession, he fucks you like he’s trying to remind you who you belong to, aftercare that isn’t really aftercare bc he still won’t say he loves you,

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The first thing you see when you step into the house is Park Sunghoon, sitting on the couch in the dim light of the living room.

The divorce papers sit between you on the glass coffee table—untouched.

"You haven’t signed them." Your voice is steady. Controlled. Nothing like how you feel inside.

Sunghoon takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his expression unreadable as he sets the glass down with a soft clink.

"No," he says simply.

You exhale sharply. "Sunghoon—"

"Say it." His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the room like a blade.

You blink. "Say what?"

His gaze lifts to yours—steady, unreadable, but not cold. Not now.

"Say you don’t love me anymore."

Your breath catches.

It’s supposed to be easy. The marriage is over. You’re walking away.

But the way he’s looking at you now? The way his fingers ghost over the edge of the divorce papers but never actually touch them?

You realize, with a sinking weight in your chest, that if you say it—if you lie—

He might actually let you go.

The air between you is thick, suffocating. You should leave. You should turn around, walk up the marble staircase, and lock the door to your separate bedroom like you always do.

But you don’t.

Instead, you step forward.

Sunghoon’s eyes flicker with something dark, something unreadable, as you stop in front of him. His cologne lingers in the air—subtle but intoxicating, a scent that’s too familiar, too much like home.

"You don’t get to do this," you murmur.

His gaze flickers. "Do what?"

You glare at him, your pulse hammering. "Pretend to care when you never did."

Something snaps. Fast. Brutal.

The next thing you know, you’re on the couch, pinned beneath him, Sunghoon’s hand wrapped around your throat.

Your pulse stutters beneath his fingers—not tight enough to hurt, but just enough to hold you there, just enough to remind you who he is.

"You think I never cared?" His voice is low, rough. Dangerous.

Your heart stumbles.

His other hand slides up your thigh, barely touching, but enough to make you burn.

"You think I don’t want you?" Sunghoon exhales sharply, his jaw clenched. His fingers flex around your throat, like he’s testing you, waiting for you to push him away.

But you don’t.

Instead, you lift your chin, your own fingers wrapping around his wrist.

"I think you don’t know how to want me without ruining me," you whisper.

A muscle in his jaw ticks.

For a second, just a second, he looks wrecked.

Then his grip tightens—just enough.

Your breath catches.

His lips brush against your ear, voice a low warning.

"Tell me to stop."

You should.

"You won't, will you?"

You don’t.

His lips crash into yours.

It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s everything he’s held back for months—all the anger, the heartbreak, the longing.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, as he kisses you like he’s drowning, like you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

You hate him. You hate him.

But the way you arch into him, the way you tug at his shirt, the way you let his hands roam your body—

You don’t stop him.

Not when he drags you into his lap. Not when he whispers your name like it’s the only thing he knows. Not when his fingers slip under your dress, ghosting over your bare skin—teasing, testing, waiting for you to push him away.

But you don’t.

Instead, you breathe against his lips, a whisper, a confession—"I hate you."

Sunghoon lets out a breathless, bitter laugh.

"Liar."

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[lilianne-tarot]

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⋆✴︎˚⋆ Pile I

OH- OHHHHHHHHH (I HAD to do this🤓) The moment I flipped these cards, I had to take a deep breath because WOW this spread is screaming romance, romance, ROMANCEThe energy here? Soft, dreamy, emotionally available, and actually willing to communicate their feelings like a functioning adult. (Shocking, I know.) This is the kind of person who has main character energy, but not in an obnoxious "look at me" way—more like a "low-key mysterious but actually an absolute sweetheart who accidentally makes people fall in love with them" type. They are also giving ‘hopeless romantic with a heart of gold’ vibes, but also kinda shy and dorky at times.

They’re deeply in touch with their emotions, thanks to all this Cups energy, which means they feel things deeply. We’re talking someone who sends you “thinking of you” texts just because, who remembers tiny details about you that even you forgot, and who probably makes killer playlists based on your mood. (OML😭) They might even be the type to write poetry or play an instrument. (If this person owns a guitar and has ever strummed it while looking out of a window dramatically, I will scream.) They’re also super romantic. They believe in love. Like, BELIEVE believe. They’re not out here for some casual nonsense; they’re here for the feels. If they’ve been hurt before, they’re still hopeful and open to love instead of being bitter. (We love emotional maturity.) Physically i am seeing doe-eyed, soft-smiling, artistic cutie vibes. BABE. BABE. This relationship is so soft, so wholesome, so emotionally fulfilling. You know how in movies there’s always that one couple who makes everyone else sick with how adorable they are? Yeah, that’s y’all (i’m really NOT jealous) . They’re also a partner in every sense of the word meaning they work with you, not against you. This is the type of relationship where you two build something real—where there’s growth, teamwork, and a deep friendship underneath all the romance. If you’re struggling, they’re there to support you. If they’re struggling, you’ll actually know about it because they communicate. (A rare species, truly.) They’re most prolly a Water sign/ has strong water placements or just very emotionally intuitive. If you have someone with these placements around you, then this is your sign.  3 out of 4 cards are cups so i believe Y’all might bond over something artistic—music, painting, poetry, photography, film, something that requires emotions to create.They fall fast and hard—so if you’re used to people who are distant or confusing, this is gonna feel like a whole new world. This is the kind of love that feels like a warm hug after a long day—safe, sweet, and real. 

this person is a walking green flag. Soft but passionate. Romantic but stable. Playful but serious about love. This is the kind of relationship that feels safe and exhilarating at the same time—like home, but with butterflies. If you’ve been manifesting someone emotionally available, thoughtful, and ready to go all in for you…well, here they come. Oh, and one last thing—the fact that three out of four cards are Cups? That’s no accident. This person is MEANT to stir up your emotions and bring you into a deeper love experience. It’s not just about dating; it’s about feeling something real again.

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First off, this person? Chaotic. But like, in the best way possible. The Fool and Page of Cups together are giving ✨ golden retriever energy ✨ with just a sprinkle of emotionally confused poet vibes. They’re the type to send you ten unhinged TikToks at 2 AM with no explanation and then disappear for three hours because they had an existential crisis. They’re playful, optimistic, and have this lowkey naive, wide-eyed way of looking at life, but don’t be fooled—Strength is here, meaning they know how to handle their emotions. They just choose to exist in this dreamy, slightly reckless way.  I’m getting someone with a youthful look, no matter their actual age. Soft features, expressive eyes that basically scream “I have deep thoughts but I get distracted by cute dogs”, 

Okay, so, Page of Cups and 7 of Swords? Babe… this is giving situationship that could turn into a masterpiece or a disaster, depending on how you play it. There’s gonna be a lot of dreamy, flirty, almost cinematic moments where you’re both caught up in the fantasy of each other. But here’s the thing— with 7 of Swords meaning there’s a hidden element to this person. Not necessarily in a bad way, but you might feel like they’re holding something back. Strength is telling me you might end up being the one keeping this relationship stable—because this person? Yeah, they’re fun, romantic, and spontaneous, but they need someone who grounds them. Otherwise, they’ll float off into whatever alternate reality they live in. You might find yourself teaching them how to actually deal with their feelings instead of turning everything into an inside joke or a quirky monologue.

This connection? It’s got potential. I am getting ‘JUST KISS ALREADY’ vibes from this spread so many times. But also, This person might have commitment issues at first, or they just don’t realize when they’ve caught feelings. This relationship will be fun, unexpected, and maybe a little messy at times. You’ll never be bored, but you might have to decide if you’re willing to wait for them to fully step up and be emotionally present. If you do? This could turn into one of those soulmate-tier love stories that start off as chaotic best friends and then evolve into something real. This person is gonna make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and you’re gonna make them feel like home. Just make sure they don’t get lost in the clouds before they realize what they have with you. 

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Picture someone who walks into a room and the air literally shifts—not in a dramatic, "I’m better than you" way, but in that "damn, why does this person feel like a wish come true?" kind of way. The Star as the headliner of this spread? BABY, this person is ethereal. 

They’ve been through their fair share of life lessons—some of them painful as hell—but instead of becoming bitter, they’ve transmuted all that pain into wisdom and grace. (Honestly, teach me your ways, mysterious heartthrob.) They’re a dreamer, but not the delusional kind. I have a strong feeling that pile 3 already know their person at the very least, they’re connected to your past in a really poetic way. The 6 of Cups is screaming, "This ain't no random fling—this is destiny, baby!" There’s a familiarity about them, like the feeling of revisiting your childhood home after years of being away. There’s also a chance that this person is deeply sentimental—they might keep old love letters, hoard little trinkets from meaningful moments, or be the type to remember the exact date you first texted them "lol" and took it as a sign from the universe. They’re a romantic, but in a quiet, "let me show you, not just tell you" kinda way.

Physically? ELEGANT. LUXURIOUS. GOURGEOUS. 10/10. I also have the feeling that for some of you, this person might be quite rich as well. They could be successful or at least super stable and independent, but there’s something soft and sentimental about them, like they love deeply but don’t fall easily. One thing i would say that they don't fall easily. 4 of Pentacles is telling me that they guard their heart like a bank vault. Not in a "toxic, emotionally unavailable" way, but in a "I don’t just give my energy to anyone—I need to be sure" kinda way. They might be financially stable or working towards major success, so they protect what they’ve built. At first, they might be reserved, taking their sweet time to open up, but once they do? BABY, THEY’RE ALL IN. Slow-burning but SO rewarding. This is the kind of love that feels like déjà vu, like you were meant to find each other.  And the thing is, you’re worth the risk to them. Your connection makes them feel safe enough to let go of their tight grip on control. This isn’t a surface-level situationship—this is intentional, slow-burning, "I want to build something real with you" love.

(Also, be ready for someone who spoils you subtly—not in a flashy, Gucci gifts every day kinda way, but in "I remembered you liked that obscure indie artist, so I got us front-row tickets" kinda way. 🥹) BUT one more thing, also think They’re going to be verrryyy slow to say ‘I love you’—but when they do? Oh, it means something. This is the kind of person who will show you they love you 100 different ways before they ever say it out loud.

So to summarize, This person? They’re rare. And once they choose you, they’re choosing forever. So, uh, when’s the wedding?

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[beatlblog]

#isn’t after this that john had art Garfunkel back to the Dakota and asked the my Paul your Paul questions? (via @underthecitysky)

#six layers of meaning while high as a kite#brutal where is linda to art#john wilding#another day another slay (via @skylikeaflame)

#he’s so serious! it is serious!#you can’t make this stuff up (via bridgeoverstrawberryfields)

#i would watch award shows if the drama was still like this. i'm sick thinking how hilarious it would be to watch this live#garfunkel accepts an award from simon in a tuxedo print shirt. john lennon cracks abt about the beatles despite no mention of them.#priceless! (via @glennmillerorchestra)

#this is why we need more insane songwriting duos with insaner public breakups 💔#also cannot stress how fucking insane this is. insane#if Garfunkel had said it’s not often that people like me wins awards like this he would’ve been right#first muse/math professor to win a Grammy (via @iwrotemrtambourineman)

#omg when you see your ex at party of a mutual friend#beautifully edited#i love that no artist from the 60s can be heterosexual about their band breaking up (via @tremble-in-the-hips)

#there are LAYERS to those jokes god damn it (via @paulic)

#this is so chaoticccc#john just trying to let out his multiple frustrations all at once (via @wavesofjohn)

#when two divorcees meet to maximize their joint slay (via @autechres)

#how drunk is art garfunkel#and why is he wearing a tuxedo shirt (via @unliikelylovers)

#they way paul and art approach each other like exes that havent seen each other in 2 years (via @cultreslut)

#holy shit#that 'still writing paul?' bro it would be kinder to stab him in the chest for real#was lennon being a little shit and egging them on or genuinely trying to relieve the tension because uh (via @all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual)

#i love this so much#paul [simon] and john’s senses of humor and personalities are so different and it’s so funny to see them interacting#like they’re two of the most influential people in my development as a person/musician yet in my brain they exist in different universes#so it’s surreal and rlly funny to see them together#and then art comes out in the goddamn tuxedo t-shirt#that’s what you chose to wear to the fucking GRAMMYS? ok#then the whole i thought i told you to wait in the car bit#and which one of you is ringo 😭#just so good all around (via @beatleinthecanyon)

#the toxic petty elementary school cat fight air this clip exudes...... every sentence worse than the previous (via @noianoranoia)

#trying to form words on this#all i can think is WHO ORCHESTRATED THIS. this cannot have been on accident#the fucking tuxedo shirt#the worlds worst handshake#hate and malice and awkwardness on planet earth (via @rustedpipe)

#I'm in awe#Lennon seems kind of drunk#the giant Olivia Newton John coming in from the flies is underrated comedy (via @dnickels)

#so I just want to say that watching this video the first time unhinged me slightly and made me interested in Paul somehow when he smiled#in response to art’s digs#also I think we can safely say that john saw the tension and let loose his own paul-divorce unresolved trauma#but tbh I listened to an old interview with Art from shortly after this and he said it was all planned and he now realized it confused ppl#as people were telling him that he really got paul with his remarks etc. and he was like ‘do you mean it looked like I didn’t like Paul??’#no idea what the name of the interviewer was so I’m not sure where to find it again#also i have always disliked what art is wearing but if it helped him get through the evening (via @frederic-simon-and-ira-garfunkel)

I think this might be the interview you’re talking about in the tags! (The “you really gave it to him” part starts around 3:30.) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZB_cdRBAk1w#so much to unpack with that night#both at the grammys and…afterwards 🤩 (via @more-or-less-the-same)

#LMAOO WHAT#paul and art look so uncomfortable while john’s having the time of his life (via @flourvase)

#videos that make me laugh every time and also turn into a mortified pile of ash#ex wives of pop superstardom club. my god (via @amrv-5)

#IM CRYINGGGGGGG#CUNT ON CUNT VIOLENCE (via @ridin-mp3)

#they look like medieval serfs (via @strawbfields4ever)

#JOHN IS IN AN OSCAR WILDE COSPLAY#PAUL LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING CAR SALESMAN#NEED I SAY MORE ABOUT ART.#FUCKIGN#HELP (via @sufjanista)

#art trying to say thank you and get tf out of there john is like hehe let’s keep it going#nightmareeeeeee (via @preservationaux)

#ex wives club....#horrendous 10/10#WHERES LINDA IS CRAZY (via @moonshynecybin)

shoutout to that time paul simon and john lennon hosted the grammys

[wlwsoccerfics]

My Little Girl(LeahWilliamsonXToddlerDaughter)

You were asleep on your momma's chest when she arrived at Camp. She managed to hold you close while also dragging her Suitecase behind her. You were 14 months old and the light of Leahs life. She had adopted you on the day of your birth.

When Keira saw your Mom struggle quickly grabbed her Suitecase as well.

"hey Leah. How are the two of you?" She asked. Your Mom thanked Keira and sighed a little.

"i am great but the little one here has a small cold. Hope that passes soon! Got her tested for the flu and stuff. Thankfully it isn't anything like that!" She answered.

"still, poor Baby. I hate to see her like that!" Keira said softly. You started breathing a bit more heavy which had your mom look down, running a hand up and down your back gently.

"i feel like that as well. That's my little Girl." Your Mommy replied and sighed sadly.

Keira and your Mommy were roommates so she helped your Mommy to bring everything up to your shared room. She put you down on the bed and you continued to sleep. Up until you you heard the knock on the door. So you slowly sat up.

"mamam! 'oor!" You pointed to the door.

"i heard it Sweetheart!" Leah answered and opened the door. You started coughing so Keira gently patted your back and handed you your sippy cup. Which you gladly took. Climbing into Keiras lap.

Leah let Mary, Tooney & Alessia into the room.

"Hey little one!" Tooney said and waved at you. You waved at her and the other two. Your eyes light up at the sight of Lessi. Cause she also happened to be your favorite at Arsenal.

" 'wess!" You spoke up, holding your Arms Out for Alessia to pick you up.

"hey little Love!" She said and took you into her arms. You snuggled up to her, sniffling a bit. Putting your pacifier back into your mouth.

"we heard that she is sick. Anything we can do?" Mary offered.

"thank you, but it is okay. Altough i think Alessia might not be able to leave now because y/n is clearly comfortable right now!" Your momma said.

"i can watch her If you want to greet everyone else, captain!" Alessia offered. Because your momma always made a round to greet people, she was Englands Captain after all.

"i will stay as well." Tooney told your momma.

"thanks guys. I will be back as soon as possible!" Your momma replied and kissed your head, before leaving the room with Mary & Keira to greet the others.

You didn't notice any of that though cause you were fast asleep in Alessias Arms. Snoring away.

It wasn't until you woke up an hour later and your Momma was still not back yet that you have gotten a bit restless.

"mamam!" You told Alessia and Tooney. Sniffling softly.

"let's go find her!" Tooney said softly and Alessia carried you around the Hotel to go and find your momma. Leah was in the Hotel Lobby with Millie Bright, Grace & Lucy.

"mamam?!" You sobbed out. She gently took you in her arms as soon as she saw you.

"my little Girl, did you miss momma?" She asked you and you nodded your head softly.

"ea'!" You made the sign for 'food' with your tiny hands to let her know you were hungry.

"let's grab some food for you, little one!" Leah said.

"i could also go for food!" Lucy answered.

"me too!" Millie admitted.

"let's all grab a snack then!" Grace suggested. Everyone got their food. Your momma got you a Banana yogurt. Your favorite. You sat in her lap while Alessia was feeding you. After you had your yogurt & had some tea from your sippy Cup you fell back to sleep again. Your momma holding you close.

"sleep well, my little love." Your momma whispered out, kissing your head.

[shawtylex09]

(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)

So I just was thinking about something.

We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??

Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;

(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)

🌸🥀

Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.

However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.

However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.

Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??

As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.

He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.

You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.

Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.

His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.

And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?

God it got to you.

The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.

Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.

His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;

His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.

While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.

He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.

God that hurt.

From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.

The worst part?

He was terrified about your reaction.

You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.

He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.

You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.

You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.

It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.

Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.

You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.

“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.

The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.

“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.

You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.

“Well I can see that, you dork-“

“Y/n..am I..fat?”

Oh.

Oh no.

Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.

Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.

His weird behavior suddenly made sense.

He was feeling insecure.

“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”

Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks

“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”

You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“

Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.

He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”

Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”

Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.

He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.

EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.

[last-tarrasque]

I’d really like to know how exactly we society is going to get on without organized labor, like I’m sorry if that’s not super exiting but humans are material beings who need stuff in order survive. Some of us (for example people who are sick, or have disabilities) even need very complex stuff, that needs extensive and complex supply chains to be produced. Furthermore, given the large populations that humanity has, even acquiring basic means of subsistence like food, clothing, water, housing, etc, needs complex organized labor which requires complex machines, electricity, organization, transportation and more.

Organized labor is non negotiable at this stage of society. Like I’m sorry but bathtub insulin is just not practical, hell it’s no even practical for people to grow their own food (homesteaders and other such people generally rely on a large amount of complex products they buy at the store). Organized labor at a large scale is a requirement at this point in human history, without it billions will die. I get that this might not please the classic anarchist, petite-bourgeois sensibilities, but I’m sorry, we need to do work as a society in order to live.

wonder why anyone would have reservations about configurations of labor under socialism tumblr user forevergulag. really makes you think.

[bwobgames]

On the ever-bustling capital

The station awakes

The last time he’d been in the capital it was spring, for a wedding. He remembers sitting by the fan until night came.

And yet, even with such inscrutable proof, he still decided that it was a good idea to come back in summer.

Like some sort of forgetful fool.

Hm- actually, no. Just a fool. He doesn’t like that other word.

He is detective Oliver Beebo and he has solved the mystery of the overheating city.

The answer is global warming and corporate greed. Money now, please.

"Take my hand, alright? Let’s not get lost here"

It’s not that big of a place, but who is he to judge. Guess he’ll have to hold hands with his very hot boyfriend! Hot in multiple ways. He might be used to it, but the heat affects him too.

It must have. he can’t be the only one dying here! With Ángel as the sole survivor! That'd be too cliche now!

Hopefully everyone is fine as well.

Okay. Never mind. Ángel was right. This place is massive.

And absolutely full of people! Are they synthetizing humans here or what? How is it possible to have this many people around every day!

It’s… almost a bit too much. It’s slowly becoming too much. It’s really starting to be too much.

“Ángel. Um.”

“Let’s not enter yet, yeah? We are the first ones here, and the train is not moving anytime soon”

Ah, yes. The train. His salvation from hell city.

He heard there was going to be a free showing of multiple museums, so, like an easily amused fool, he asked Ángel to do a quick visit to the capital.

It was hot.

Usually, his dreams are filled with snow, but the heat won’t leave him even in sleepy land.

Small miracles, he guesses.

And even more miraculously, the Margulis were also sick of the heat, and decided to get a trip to the south as vacation. So why not get the gang back together and hitch a ride back home!

Of course, because they are not normal people who travel by an overnight bus, they simply must try out the new train.

Something about vintage realistic experience from when the country was filled with trains.

Well, he can’t complain much. Trains are awesome.

“Alright, just checked the groupchat. Vivi says she’s gonna be here soon, Marigold says they are leaving the house as we speak, and Nadia told me to die. So, everything seems to be going well!”

“Why is everything here so overpriced. Why was there a shopping mall inside there. When does summer ends.”

“Ahaha, that’s the shark mindset, my beloved. A place with so much people traffic? An opportunity like no other. Reminds me of the good old days, when I was evil and had money”

“You barely did anything economy wise. And you still get money from branding”

“Haha, that’s true!”

“Speaking of overpriced evil things, Let’s go get a snack! The train has bathrooms, so we have nothing to worry about”

“… Inside? In the torment nexus? With the many people and smells and lights?”

“Ah, we don’t have to if you don’t want to! We can wait until the train opens! I wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

Ángel’s tummy rumbles

“Ignore that. My demons.”

“You can go. I’ll wait here”

“.......”

“Really! I’ll be fine! Look! I’m no longer a noddle arms boy anymore! Your workout thing worked! So…”

“This place is dangerous.”

“I know my way around the common mugger”

“No, these guys are even more dangerous! They’d kill for nothing more than your phone! A-And the luggage is-!”

“Ángel.”

“I’ll be alright. You trust me, right?”

“I do... But it’s the other people that-!”

“Then you trust all the years of detective work that I’ve managed to survive. Assassins and Houses included”

“.......”

“...Fine. Fine, I get it. Just... If anyone tries to rob you, just give them everything, okay? Your phone, your shoes, whatever! I’ll buy you anything, so don’t try to fight back, yeah?”

“And don’t wander off! Stay in this street, okay? If you get lost just search for the giant awful clock. Without breaking it this time. I can buy you phones, but I’d really rather not pay another clock you ‘accidentally’ broke”

“It had it coming”

“And try to be close to people alright? Don’t wander off where there’s no people!”

“I’ll stay right here!”

“...Oliver.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t. But I can always call you, yeah?”

“Yeah… Yeah. You can. It’s going to be fine.”

“I want a muffin and juice, please”

“Protect your luggage. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be safe, don’t even dare not be safe”

“byebyebyebyebyebyeeee love you!”

“Love you!”

One of the few positive traits of the capital is the wide acceptance of homosexuality.

Now, where to?

NEXT ->

[drdemonprince]

Re: what do dominant people need to recover after a harder-kink session?

Biggest things that helped me were taking some time afterwards to sit together, talk with her about what she had or hadn't enjoyed, just some reassurance that she knew I respected her IRL and that I only was willing to manhandle her in various ways because it turned her on, that I wouldn't ever purposefully do anything that she wasn't ok with, and so on. Basically just trying to get back into that soft/loving/protective mode, rather than rough/aggressive/etc

TBH, it's been a long time since I've had kinky sex, or any sex so I don't know what might help the best at this life point.

Something that I'm a bit nervous about wrt aftercare is having her confirm that she enjoyed it and wanted whatever we did to happen, but me going on some kind of shame spiral of worrying that she's just doing a fawn response and saying that because she wants to reassure me.

My current solution for that is that I'm just pretty tight about what types of harder kinks I'm willing to do at all, even if the woman says she wants it and enjoys it. Even if I might sexually enjoy certain types of CNC, for example, I kinda don't feel mentally/emotionally comfortable acting that kind of scenario out. Ignoring "no's" or getting really physically threatening, even as a LARP, are just things where I don't know if I can explore them in a way that won't make me feel like a bad person.

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Had an experience of this type that I had early in my sexual career and which went really badly, but idk if it's the kind of thing that you really talk about on here.

cliff notes: haphazardly established cnc, it was her idea, but I thought it'd be hot in the heat of the moment, she got really really into it and horny for it, I (man in the aggressor role) tapped out once it started feeling kinda real, I had a huge emotional crisis, we had a giant fight about it. It was not a fun weekend. We were too young and bad at communicating for that kind of thing, but also too horny and dumb to not try it. Rough combo.

Mostly just funny to try to explain to people that I was roleplaying the aggressor, and I was also the one of the two of us who had a panic attack.

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TBH, I had a lot of problems as a young guy with feeling guilt over how my sexual urges were bad or dirty in some way due to my libido being directed towards women.

I'd managed to internalize a really dysfunctional blend of messages about sexuality, growing up in a liberal family in a very conservative state. Like, when I was a teenager I felt guilty about things as benign as "liking doggy style", "enjoying receiving blowjobs", and "fantasizing about getting with two bi girls". The latter was a fantasy that I had like one time as a teen boy, and I felt so guilty about objectifying bi women that I was almost sick to my stomach. I was a weird teenager.

I did develop some kinks that are probably coping mechanisms or ways to avoid the guilt of being sexually forward, now that I think of it, as well as the anxiety of needing to make sure she's enjoying it.

While I am dominant-leaning I'm very much into being begged for stuff. The more I can trick her into begging for what she wants, and directing the encounter as the bottom, the better. Saves my attention and focus for doing a good job of getting us both off rather than having to decide what's gonna happen next.

Never understood the hate for submissive women who "top from the bottom", it's incredibly erotic to me.

omggg anon you sound like such a sweetie with such hot fuckin kinks that you also are so wound up about. understandably so of course. here are some of my thoughts.

"worrying that she's just doing a fawn response and saying that because she wants to reassure me"

I think you can get around this fear by being open-ended in the feedback that you request from subs. So, for instance, you can tell subs that one thing that you need as a form of aftercare and ongoing negotiation is for them to give you a reflection of their experience a day or some days afterward. This can happen in a conversation or via them keeping a journal or something similar. Ask them to describe what they liked, what they'd like to see go differently, what they want more of. This will get you a lot of feedback that is reassuring without you specifically having to ask for reassurance and feel like you're manipulating the conversation in some way.

I think once you have established a really good rapport with a sub and can communicate with them effectively (and TRUST them to tell you when things aren't working for them), then you can say, straight up "I feel like an awful person sometimes after doing CNC/etc, can you check in the next day to tell me you're doing okay and that I'm not evil?" Or whatever else you might need.

I get you very much about the gender political baggage that comes with wanting to be a Dominant man with woman partners... from the opposite side of things. One barrier to fully enjoying my kinks pre-transition was that I considered it totally socially unacceptable to be a "weak woman." I wasn't even especially feminist, it was more about not being taken advantage of and being worthless. I came from a cultural mileu in which women were expected to be strong and capable and practical, and in academia, women were similarly pretty no-frills and had to appear confident. I felt like being too passive would be unattractive or make me less human, almost. One way to get around this was transitioning. It was really a hell of a hack for this. I don't feel bad about being a passive hole getting used anymore, and I don't have to worry much about the motives behind my partner's Dominance... they're not seeing me as a gender stereotype of a woman anymore and so i'm freed of all that. For cishet couples, I think affirming one's shared feminist values etc is helpful for everyone involved, and clarifying that these roles are not inherent they are chosen.

My current dog handler/mommy interestingly needs a partner to beg for their cum before they can bust a nut inside someone. I don't know if it is for similar feminist/consent hesitation reasons because they're pretty good at letting loose on me otherwise, but they've articulated to me that it's a thing that they need. This was initially a challenge because we do pup play and I become really obedient and nonverbal. But we have found ways for me to signal to them that I want what they are doing and that i want more of it.

So for example, a few nights ago after they were really whaling on me for a couple hours, they stopped and said I'd been a really good puppy and they were going to give me a break. But I didn't want a break. I wanted them to cum in me. So when they rolled me onto my side, still inside me, I started wriggling against their dick and licking their hands and whimpering for more, which made them get really hard again and then they fucked the shit out of me for another 15-20 minutes before spraying a load way up in me. It was incredibly hot and tender.

Wanting your subs to beg for treatment from you is a great way of working with your anxieties and making an ongoing consent affirmation into a hot activity and another act of submission on their part. It's a great move. There's a few other things you can do as well when that fails. For example, when my Dom/mommy thinks that I might be getting too headspacey and zoned out of being fucked they will ask me to fuck them -- they'll stop moving and i have to hump at their dick and take it in as deep as I can get it myself. That shows that I'm still alert, motivated, and interested as hell in whats happening. just a really fun hot way to check in and get reassurance without breaking scene. I'm sure there's so many other options.

I hope you get to have fun out there with the kinky bisexual topping from the bottom women of your dreams!

[legends-of-a-side-blog]

Cold might be the most versatile word in Kremy’s vocabulary, if you know him well enough. It can mean all sorts of things. He’s actually cold. He feels kind of ill and doesn’t want to get up. He’s too depressed to get out of bed. He just got some bad news and feels shit about it. He’s angry, and doesn’t want to talk.

It’s not a personal quirk - it’s the lizardfolk equivalent of a family where people say they feel “under the weather” to excuse themselves from things they’re too mentally ill or drained to do, without having to directly acknowledge that it’s mental health and not physical. It was like an open secret when he was growing up.

But Gid has never encountered this before. Of course, when they first meet, Kremy never complains about the cold, not until they hit winter. Gid turns out to be great to have around in the snow, but even so, when spring comes, Kremy stops saying it. It takes a long while before he’s comfortable enough to tell Gid he’s feeling down, even in a veiled and plausibly deniable way - but eventually he lets it slip that he feels cold on a sunny spring day, when he just can’t face doing all the shit they have planned.

Kremy’s never had someone actually try to do something about the cold like Gid can. Like Gid does. And he likes it. Sometimes it solves the problem even when Kremy isn’t physically cold. Lying in the arms of a furnace, smelling the cigars and the scent of all the dust in the room igniting before it can settle on Gid, like a stove being turned on after a month away. Having someone attending to his needs, taking care of him, even through the proxy of giving him physical warmth. He gets emotional warmth from it.

Kremy says he’s cold more freely, and then more often than he would at home. Travel is rough on his body. He’s unsure about himself after a plan goes wrong. Gideon left him by himself from dusk until dawn.

Gid is confused at first, when Kremy’s cold bouts persist through spring. Last year he was fine in the-equivalent-of-early-April, and the weather was about the same. Even more confusing, sometimes a hug or a few hours lying by a fire seem to work as he’d expect, but as the days get warmer, they seem less reliable and sometimes Kremy stays cold for days.

It’s not a sudden realisation - he just slowly begins to get it. By the following July, when Kremy receives a letter from home on a day so hot that the wax seal has melted, he knows that Kremy isn’t cold. He drops their plans without a comment and finds them a room at an inn where they can take the time to warm Kremy back up again. It’s not so different to if he was actually freezing, because it’s just how they deal with these things.

Over the years, Kremy says it more and more often - sometimes Gid begins to worry that he’s getting depressed or sick, but he seems to keep on going. He’s also discovered other kinds of cold - what he privately calls cold fury, usually aimed at Gideon, because most others get his cool indifference instead. Cold fury radiates out from Kremy for hours or days, until he burns himself out. Then Gid can come crawling back, apologising, and Kremy will do the same, and then he’s just regular cold. Gideon can fix that.

Meanwhile, Kremy tries very hard not to realise that he’s soothing himself with Gideon’s presence - tells himself he’s actually cold when really he’s just pining, wanting the object of his secret (totally ironic) affection to touch him or give him attention for just a moment. He guiltily tries to use it as a reason for Gideon to come back with him instead of go off on one night stands.

When that fails, Kremy chooses to think that Gid believes that the cold is mostly literal, in the face of all evidence. That whatever Kremy feels towards him, Gid sees this purely as a role he fills because of thermodynamics. He’s hot, and his business partner is cold blooded. It’s not a hug - it’s a service.

But it’s impossible to keep up the lie when Gideon starts to pick up the habit. He’s chilly after he loses his rhythm. It’s cold out when they bring up his Pa. He’s freezing the night after Twig dies. After the Jabberwock-

But Kremy doesn’t have what Gideon has - he can’t make the fire burn brighter, or warm his hands in his own - hell, he can only make Gid colder by holding him. The first time Gideon does it, Kremy hugs him because he’s waiting for any excuse to touch him. He catches himself in the act and feels horrible. The next time he forces himself to back off - adds another log to the fire but keeps his distance.

If anything, Gideon only seems colder and more withdrawn as a result.

He wants the same thing as Kremy does. For someone to take care of him, to slow down, to press his face against Kremy’s shoulder and inhale the smell of cigarettes and the faint apple-rose smell of alligator musk. He’s cold.

Anyway, this is a fic idea I’ve had for months that I literally will never have time to write. I don’t even have time to finish this HC either but ofc it all comes to an emotional climax that anyone who read this far can absolutely imagine on their own.

Or better still, you could write it? Just kidding of course. 👉👈 Unless? 👀

[tumblingxelian]

No Pit Madness - What the Lazarus Pit might actually do to a human brain:

So, I hate the whole "Pit Madness" BS but I do find how the brain works fascinating and ended up wondering how something like the pit might effect the brain and if it could influence behaviors in a none ableist or "Evil magic" way. So please join me as I outline a fun little thought experiment about how the Lazarus Pit could influence someone's personality, but not in the way you'd expect!

Let's begin with a fun fact!

When we experience trauma is can leave a physical mark on our brain even if it wasn't physical trauma it still mars the fleshy sponge that is our brain.

This can be useful, like learning fire = hot & the ensuing pain = bad!

It can also hard-code in a lot of really bad stuff which is why when it comes to certain mental illnesses medications to suppress certain parts of the brain need to be taken for upwards of ten years. This is to ensure the damage does not keep perpetuating itself while the brain builds new neural pathways until the source of the sickness is gone.

So, now imagine if you get dumped in a Lazarus pit and and EVERYTHING comes back in perfect clarity. That's likely why people coming out are so initially panicked and wild, they are experiencing total sensory overload on a level never before imagined!

But, the influence of the pit likely lingers as it works its way through the body and so its still repairing damage as it happens. Which is key to my next point and we'll use Ra's as an example.

Ra's was a doctor, a healer, a man who wanted to better the world. But in that journey he saw and eventually did terrible things. Things that would forever change him, quite literally in this case.

Because imagine if you will, all that stuff coming back all at once, but then imagine the Lazarus pit remnant going "Oh the brains getting damaged real fast, better fix that!"

Put simply, it effectively heals the damage done to the mind via traumas as the brain is trying to process and learn from them.

This happens be they brought up by the pit or simply on the persons mind in the immediate after effects. The brain is trying to hard code in "Thing bad" but the Lazarus pit won't allow the brain to experience that kind of damage and wins out for at least a time. Essentially fortifying the mind against taking this kind of damage.

Using Ra's as an example the longer he lives, the more he sees and does, the more this stuff compounds and the more the pit has to heal when he goes in and comes out. By virtue of getting that healing, those actions no longer have the same kind of mental or emotional impact they once did. Causing him to become increasingly alienated from the human condition and the horrors he inflicts on others.

Now, for someone who went into the pit once this is likely not a huge deal but let's go over some example using this current model:

1: Cassandra Cain was killed by Shiva and thrown in a pit, she came out and killed Shiva, something she would normally be so violently opposed to she'd die rather than do it. This isn't merely philosophical for Cassandra it is also rooted in intense trauma. But this act did not impact her the way it should. Cassandra retains her intellectual and emotional morals, but the trauma that comes with seeing or causing death no longer hits her the way it once did, because her brains now been hard-wired to be able to handle that without taking damage.

2: Bruce has if I recall been in the pit at times, so wouldn't the trauma over his parents be lessened? No, because Bruce tends to go in the pit when he's on missions and thus compartmentalizing. Thus instead the trauma is just as bad or slightly worse because its in a sense been refreshed once he's out of mission mode and the Lazarus Pit effects wear off. IE, he got factory reset but kept all his memories, now they are just clearer than ever before and that's worse.

3: Much like the the above, Jason was factory reset as far as is brains physical trauma went and so confused when he came out that he wasn't entirely clear on having died over just getting injured. By the time he did know the pits effects had worn off, so this was his brains first major "new" old trauma, and thus it responded the way a new brain does to trauma with "This is the worst thing because its the first bad thing" magnifying its impact and solidifying it in his brain.

This hasn't made any of them new people, they retain agency in their actions and beliefs. But for a physical comparison, its like how some stories have someone coming out of the pits feet be baby smooth and thus needing to build up calluses, except for the brain.

The difference is, because one retains the memories, if they are in a calm scenario and ideally unconscious when first coming out of the pit, they could wake up, calmly meditate on things and come out more or less the same as before save maybe a little more level.

Most people cannot do that and so their brain gets a jagged, clumsy, often entirely unhelpful wave of protective film over major horrors, or get to experience them again like they are brand new with no in-between. Thus meaning the results tend to be either:

"Huh, that used to fuck me up but now it doesn't."

Or

"Oh gods this is worse than I remembered it, aaah!"

Or in other words you either get over stuff you probably shouldn't or get super re-traumatized with no middle ground and neither is ideal.

[enhaflixer]

psh - king of tears. TEASER #2

Chaebol Husband!Sunghoon | Queen of Tears AU

Teaser #1 FULL FIC OUT NOW! HERREEEEE

"you said you didn’t need me. so why are you on your knees, begging me to stay?"

📌 summary: your marriage was supposed to be perfect. a love story written in ink and diamonds, sealed with whispered promises of forever.

but forever doesn’t last when the man you love learns how to live without you.

park sunghoon let you go.

so why does he still look at you like he’s the one who lost everything?

word count: maybeee around 15-20K

release date: 23rd Feb

genre: angst | slow burn | second chance romance | marriage in crisis | Queen of Tears AU | SMUT ANGST FLUFF (in that order)

⚠️ content warnings (explicit, minors dni!):  a marriage falling apart but neither of you can let go, divorce papers as a weapon but neither of you sign them first, staring at an empty side of the bed and pretending it doesn’t hurt, watching him struggle alone but being too proud to help, "we’re not together anymore." // "then why do you still wear your ring?", high society pressure, business marriages, and pretending everything is fine when it’s not, fighting in the rain because what’s a rich people angst fic without that?, angst-heavy sex (sex while crying, sex while angry, sex while pretending it doesn’t mean anything) "we’re supposed to be over, so why are you still fucking me like you love me?" breathless, desperate sunghoon (bc when he breaks, he breaks) sunghoon is sick, weak, exhausted—but still strong enough to pin you down "i don’t love you anymore." // "then stop moaning my name.", luxury penthouse sex but it’s tragic, a hand around your throat but it’s not just about control—it’s about possession, he fucks you like he’s trying to remind you who you belong to, aftercare that isn’t really aftercare bc he still won’t say he loves you,

"You shouldn’t be here."

Sunghoon’s voice is weak. Faint. Like the wind might carry it away before it even reaches you.

But you hear him.

And still, you don’t move.

Instead, you take a slow step forward. Then another.

You shouldn’t be here. You should have left weeks ago, after the fight, after he signed the divorce papers but refused to hand them in.

You should have let him be someone else’s problem.

But then you saw the test results.

And now you’re standing in his dimly lit hospital room, watching your husband-your almost ex-husband- shake as he kneels in front of you.

His fingers are curled into white-knuckled fists, gripping the sheets at the edge of your bed. His forehead is pressed against them, his entire body trembling.

He looks small.

He looks like a man who is losing everything.

Including you.

"You weren’t supposed to find out."

His voice is barely audible. Wrecked.

You swallow, throat tight. "You were never going to tell me?"

He laughs. Bitter. Shaky.

"Would you have stayed?"

The words cut through you sharper than any blade.

Because you don’t know.

Would you have stayed?

Would you have still walked away if you knew that he—Park Sunghoon, the man who spent years pushing you away, hurting you, making you believe he didn’t need you—

—was dying?

Your hands tremble. Your fingers twitch at your sides.

And then—he moves.

Slow. Careful. Like he’s afraid you’ll run.

Like he knows you should.

But you don’t.

You stay.

So he reaches for you. Shaky, desperate.

And for the first time, Park Sunghoon breaks.

"Please." His voice cracks.

"I don’t know how to do this without you."

Your breath catches.

Because he still doesn’t get it.

There is no ‘without you.’

There is only time.

Time slipping through your fingers. Time running out. Time you wasted hating him, when you should have been loving him.

And now—

Now, it might be too late.

TAGLIST: closed.

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

I finally have time off and I'm really excited to this segment (Trey's Dream):

Now we're back at Heartslabyul and Ace is having fun with the dream hopping so far! Ortho notices that the Heartslabyul members haven't been feeling sick, but Cater explains that their dorm's nonsensical interior design choices certainly helped in getting to used to stuff such as dreamhopping.

Ace wonders as to how many dreams we've been to, and Silver replies that we have been to around 20+ dreams by now, which causes him to go to salty as to why Yuu didn't go to his dream first. But we had to explain to him that at first Silver had no control as to whose dream they were going to land in but managed to gain control after acquiring the help of the Shroud bros. The Shroud Bros also mention a systems of IDs assigned to people's dream, probably a way to gather everyone once it's time to fight Malleus. Idia was scared that the system might still be buggy, even bringing up that it's possible to get lost in the Dream Realm.

Anyways, Grim boasts to Ace that they've overcomed so much, but Sebek puts him down by saying that they got where they are with the the help of other people. But Silver actually defends Grim here, bringing up the time before they went dream hopping. Grim was standing in fron of Yuu and fighting the darkness on his own. We have the option to thank Grim, and he it's his job as the boss of Ramshackle but you can tell that he got flustered.

Leona just wants to get things over with and tells the others to hurry up. We get a clue that it's Trey's dream because Ace notes the smell of sweets in the air. While the group makes their way to the kitchen, Ace and Deuce could easily distinguish what Trey was making based on scent alone (now that's a talent I want /j).

But before we step foot into the kitchen, Cater stops us; pointing out that if we just walk in, then the darkness would immediately detect us anomalies. He proposes a plan where he uses his UM to trade places with his dream self to avoid suspiscion, he also gets the help of Leona and Idia. But Leona protests that it should be the first years doing it, because what if his dream self wanted to have tea 😭😭😭 and Idia's just whining about not wanting to they enter the kitchen and it's definitely something (in a good way) and Cater notices that it seems bigger than usual.

Alright so we get more Cater lore here, we learn that his family prefers to buy sweets because they found it difficult to make them. He brings that up to Trey but he just simply replies that they're not that hard to make and back then Cater just thought was just enduring it but looking at it now...you can say he must be having a lot of fun.

We finally get the man of the hour with CHENYA??? AS THE HOUSEWARDEN 😭???

Deuce is so real because he doesn't remember Chenya's name, even with Ortho pulling out his government name from the RSA records he still couldn't pronounce it 😔. Ace makes fun of him for it, but Sebek unintentionally defends Deuce, saying that his name is just like a tongue twister.

Leona and Idia are just throwing shade towards Cater and Trey for replacing their Housewarden in their dreams, Leona feeling sorry for Riddle while Idia comments that smiling guys who hide their intentions are scary. Ortho puts a stop to it, explaning that the dreams aren't the real representation of one's desires (using Kalim and Vil as examples). Malleus didn't make these dreams himself, he only makes the dreamer think of happy situations and resets it when something bad happens, and it goes on in a never ending cycle. The dreams the dreamer has are similar to those that they would actually have irl, having no control of the situation whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the others are just outside peeking into the kitchen with Grim climbing on Ace's back to get a better view (with Ace complaining that he's heavy😂). Sebek tells them to stfu cuz he can't hear but Ortho tells HIM to stfu cuz he's loud 😭.

Trey immediately notices that Cater isn't the actual one (if you get it, you get it), he freaks out as to how Trey caught him so fast and he replies that he's known him for 3 years so he would have known by now. We learn more about what happened to Riddle in this dream, who's currently just a card soldier. Just like in real life, Riddle tried to battle Chenya for the position of Housewarden but was defeated because of Chenya's UM. His UM is called "Not All Head", making his body (except his head) invisible.

So we get more Alice in Wonderland references coming up. Because Chenya's UM also affects his neck, Riddle's collar literally just flies past. Riddle who's just confused, doesn't realize that Chenya unbuckles his belt and flips him over causing him to flash everyone; it's similar to the scene with the Chesire Cat and Queen of Hearts. Trey tells him to knock it off because Riddle would get mad if he goes telling everyone but Chenya isn't scared of him lmao. We also find out that Riddle went easy on Chenya, because if that was anyone else he would have burned them alive already 💀.

Trey leaves for a moment to take the cake out of the oven, which leaves some time for the third years to discuss and they noticed that there isn't much of a difference compared to real life. But because of the few discrepancies, it would be a lot harder to wake Trey up.

Trey comes back and asks them if they're hungry and offers them some food, while also making sure that isn't too sweet so that Cater could eat it. At first, Cater was worried about the rule where the Housewarden has to be the first to take a bite, but Trey tells them not to worry cuz glass desserts are an exception (Chenya's really chill for a dorm leader). While giving them snacks, Leona asks Trey to join them (he really is having a tea party at Heartslabyul 😭), and he guesses that he wants them to taste test the dishes. Leona mentions that his palata is quite refined so he'll be tasting the food from the chef of Heartslabyul, which makes Trey nervous. Let's just say while they were taste testing Trey kept offering more and more food 😅.

Meanwhile, the others are getting jealous because they get to eat while they just watch, but they also came to the conclusion that Trye's dream doesn't seem too different from reality. Suddenly, Ortho tells the group to keep quiet because he and Silver hear something "enormous" approaching. That's when Ace and Deuce tell the others to follow them as they both lead the group into a hidden compartment behind the clock which changes locations depending on its mood.

Back to the third years, Trey's just bouncing back and forth between giving them more food and baking. Cater starts to feel bad about taking away Trey's happiness away, realizing that Silver and the others were in a really tough spot for doing so. He wonders what would have happened if Trey never had that encounter with Riddle's mother, if he could've been a pastry chef by now.

Once Trey comes back, he and Idia start talking about their interests that was influenced by their parents while growing up. Where Idia brings up that he's been into magical engineering since he was a kid. Trey just starts talking about how much he love science and baking is similar to that because of the need to be precise and the satisfaction one gets when an experiment/dish turns out well, and he also sees it as a way to make other people happy (aw that's nice). Leona's out here being like "nah happiness is simply a byproduct" but Trey disagrees. He likes it when people compliments his food as it gives him confidence.

Holy fuck Trey's dream has so much exposition that I can't just cut it out or else it won't make sense 😭. But what I won't cut out is the part where Trey talks about the event with Riddle back in his childhood. It all began when Trey and Chenya decided to sneak into the nicest in the neighborhood, which just so happened to be the Rosehearts. They meet Riddle who helps them when their ball gets stuck in a tree and was really smart for his age as he could name every insect and plant. They sneak him out of the house so that Riddle can taste a tart, but once his mom found out...oh boy. Apparently she bitched on his family for FIVE HOURS that's fucking crazy like she really went insane over Riddle's diet. Cater said that they also had this conversation at some point after Riddle's overblot, but Trey just brushed it off as he really didn't mind it anymore (but really that shit changed the trajectory of his life forever).

Now we have more dorm lore regarding the Vice Housewarden, in terms of how they are chosen. There are three ways for someone to be the Vice Housewarden which are through: being chosen by the Housewarden, volunteering, or vote from the other members. How Trey became the Vice Housewarden was because of the third method, where everyone voted for him because they found out about his history with Riddle (even though the latter treated him like a stranger once he got to NRC and took the Housewarden position later on). He even broke the rules at one point and got collared for it, which yeahhhh wasn't really pretty.

Cater reminisces about the past, knowing that Trey serving as Riddle's support must have been hard; he even thinks that Trey secretly wishes that Chenya was there to help him (this is making me sad) and he wishes he has done more to help him. But Leona asks Cater the real question, if he were to help Trey, would that still change the outcome?

Leona who's just tired of all this talk (same here bro) gets the group back to their main goal, starting with Chenya. But then they start hearing the footsteps again, in which Ctaer assumes that it's a hedgehog that ate a size changing mushroom but it was much worse (and funnier). We get to my favorite part of the update: really round Heartslabyul

Everyone's freaking out (obviously) which makes Trey check out all the commotion, but his he suddenly sports a happy mood when sees everyone and assumes they came for tea time. But he soon notices that there's two copies of Ace and Deuce (who start complaining that they aren't built like that irl) which causes the dream to start to distort.

Idia sees Round!Riddle and just goes "Is this what Trey meant when he said that Riddle was eating well 😭" and the round guy just taunts Idia cuz he's the tall one now (but at what cost).

They all come to the conclusion that sure Trey's dream seems normal, except all rationality/reasoning doesn't seem to exist anymore 😅. Even Silver comments that Riddle's bigger than a horse 💀 and Sebek just makes it worse by wondering how would Vorpal survive with Round!Riddle as its rider.

The Heartslabyul Gang tells Trey that he wouldn't let something like this happen in real life, because of spoiling ones appetite and possibly getting gum disease from overeating. This starts triggering the darkness to attack the others and bruh they turn into bowling balls, managing to knock down Silver 😭.

Meanwhile, Trey is starting to wake up, the darkness asks him about the food in the kitchen, with Chenya getting the first piece because he's the Housewarden. This causes Trey to realize that Riddle's the real Housewarden, not Chenya. The darkness starts eating again, which Trey puts a stop to. When asked why, Trey responded that yeah eating his food does making happy, but going overboard isn't something they'd actually do.

Trey starts to wake up by himself! I think that it is around here that his groovy in his SSR takes place.

But all of a sudden, the area is filled with sand. Leona used his UM to get rid of the darkness even though the area is quite small, which caused everyone to cough up sand. Now that Trey's awake, he gets a bit embarassed that the others saw his pathetic side, Cater's like "more of weird side but alright" 😭. But he promises to be careful when getting hands on a new cookbook, Grim adds that he can bring the extras to Ramshackle.

Trey asks why they got to him before Riddle, and they explain to him the rules of the dream world, where darkness always follows the dreamer. So they needed an ally that can get close to Riddle without setting the darkness off, and that is none other than Trey. Ace speculates that Riddle's dream would involve everyone remembering all the Queen of Hearts rules and they all just laugh 🤣.

Ortho asks for Trey's help and he agrees, everyone thanks him but Ace is being salty because Sebek thanked Trey and not him. Sebek not having his shit either was like "who tf wants to be saved by you?" 💀 (nahhh). Trey and Silver had to apologize on their behalf and Idia comments that it's like watching parents apologizing for their kid's actions.

Trey gets the invitation, and a new ally is added to the group. Once Ortho creates the model for the dream, Trey comments that his outfit seems flashy. But Cater thinks that red and black look cool on him. In typical Cater fashion, he takes a pic to save for later.

Before the group gets going, Trey brings a strawberry tart for Riddle. Sebek asks Silver if it's fine even though it will most likely look a bit funky cuz of the dream hopping, but the latter responds that it's okay because it will still taste the same; it's mostly the thought that counts.

Now that ends Trey's Dream, I know I promised this segment last week but it was my major exam week so I focused on my studies. I won't be making any promises but I'll find a way to release Riddle's segment as soon as possible!

Thank you for being patient!

Previous: Ace's Dream Next: Riddle's Dream

(Note: This post is a summarized version of the update, info and pics comes from @/MostroLoungeVIP, @/WitchDrug, and @/acesuuu on x/twt, give them some support if you can)

[par-kolohe]

BODYGUARD choso x ftm reader

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! A/N As A Trans Man I Know There Is A Significant Lack Of Trans Fanfiction. So I'm Gonna Try My Best To Post Either Strictly Trans Specific Or Trans Friendly Stuff.

tags/cw: bodyguard trope, non-con, voyeurism, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, switch choso, switch reader word count: 8.1k

“Choso Kamo is his name. He’s a pretty tall guy – about six foot five. He’ll have long black hair that’s tied in a bun, and he’ll probably have a long scar going across his nose.”

“Probably, what’s that mean?”

You don’t get a response. The line is silent. “You haven’t met him yet, have you?” You ask.

Your assistant sighs before finally speaking up. “No, I have not.”

“Jesus fuck. Again?”

His official title was your assistant, but he never acted like it. He was more of your clan’s servant, chauffeur, and snake all in one. Most times he was trusted as a sort of bodyguard as well. But in some cases, where tensions were high in the underworld of Japan, your clan would appoint a professional, specially trained gun to monitor and protect you at all times. You were their special weapon, their most powerful secret. But you were untrained, and they barely put enough faith in you to take care of yourself. They don’t even have enough faith for you to attend business deals with other partnered clans, for reasons unspecified. Though, you assume it’s because of your burning hatred of greed and all things capitalistic. Either that or because you couldn’t be trusted to get out of bed on time.

“I’m so sick of being paired with the same boring, useless fucks.” You declare, closing your eyes and bringing a hand up to your face, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “They’re either that or transphobes.”

Because of the fact that you’re one of the most feared clan of Japan’s biggest secret, not many people outside the organization are even aware of your existence. If they are, they’re classified as ‘partnered’ entities. Still, even then, the specifics of your identity are incredibly guarded pieces of information. As a result, the few bodyguards you have had in the past never had any idea what they were getting into. And, unfortunately sometimes, their professionalism would become lackluster after they’d find out.

“I apologize, sir. But I have no control over these things.” Your assistant replies, sounding like a broken record. This wasn’t the first time you heard those words, and you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last.

“Fuck’s sakes. You have a say though, don’t you? I know you do, mister Sato.” You speak angrily, but the exhaustion in your voice gives away your pleading. You’re sure that at this point, you sound like a broken record too. “Can’t you tell them how miserable I am? They don’t give a shit if I say it, but they might if it’s you.”

It’s silent for a while before you hear Sato sigh, you can’t tell if he’s sympathetic or annoyed. “I will be delivering mister Kamo to you shortly, after I pick him up from the station, please stay put in your suite until then.” He states, hanging up the phone soon after.

You feel like screaming and breaking something at the same exact time, but instead you settle for throwing your phone onto the chair right next to the sofa you’re on. It was bad enough that all of this was so last minute, but now it felt like a spit and a slap in the face from your higher-ups. You urged them to be more considerate with their decisions, you begged them to keep your sanity in mind when making choices like this for you, but they didn’t care. They never did.

Now you’re stuck with another random asshole to ‘protect’ you for the next three months. Three months. Around ninety-two days of awkwardness, discomfort, and a small looming sense of danger from the person who gets paid money to make you feel safe. How wonderful. Right when you were thinking about asking that new clan member to go on a walk through the garden at an ungodly hour of the night. The only kind of date you could realistically have. One where you get to dress up all nice just to go out into the yard and sneak around like a burglar with some pretty man on your arm. You knew it wouldn’t be all that fun, and that you probably wouldn’t even have a shot with that new guy. But man, were you a sucker for pathetic looking men and an excuse to get away from the guards.

Bzzzz!

Someone’s at the door. You hadn’t realized it while you were lost in thought, but it’d been about half an hour since the phone call with your assistant, making it almost eleven in the morning now.

Bzzzz!

That most likely was mister Sato and mister Kamo, but just to be safe, you grab a pistol attached under the coffee table and saunter over to the door.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Looking through the peephole, you keep your gun pointed to the floor. After seeing the disheveled appearance of mister Sato in his iconic suit, and a tall handsome figure behind him almost fitting the exact description of your bodyguard, you make no move to unlock the door and decide to let them open it up for themselves. “You have a key.” You shout out to mister Sato before walking over to the couch and plopping back down into the seat you were in before.

Soon after, you hear a locking mechanism come undone and a door open. Mister Sato walks in with the other man following suit. “I wanted to show mister Kamo that he’d be working for a polite, well-mannered young man, sir. Thank you for proving me wrong right in front of him.” Your assistant sarcastically responds as he closes the door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You dismiss his attitude, picking up the TV remote and going onto a random cartoon channel.

You hear one of the men clear their throat, assuming it’s Sato you ignore it.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Your head shoots towards the talking figure and you freeze. His voice.

You’ve met a lot of good looking people, in and out of the clan, but they were all lacking something in their charm when it came to winning you over. You always believed that something was just impossible to identify, until you heard the mellifluous voice of the emo looking bodyguard hand-delivered to your front door.

He wasn’t dressed in anything special. Just a black hoodie under a slightly darker black suit. Though, you had to admit, you’d never seen someone pull off business casual with slightly baggy clothing quite like this man did. Maybe it’s just because he looks bisexual, you think. His shiny silver chain doesn’t help, it’s one of the first things you notice.

One of the first things Choso notices is your scent.

"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too.” You smile at him politely, and he smiles back. You think you might do anything to see him do it again.

“Mister Kamo, let me show you to your room.” You watch mister Sato extend his arm out to the hallway behind you all before he turns around, mister Kamo doing the same.

It was a huge layout for a hotel suite, but it was common for the clan to get you a room on whichever floor had the least amount of potential neighbors. That meant that you were usually put in dramatically big living quarters which took up the space of two or three regular hotel rooms, because whatever floor you'd stay on always had the space to spare. This hotel dedicated half of its top floor to this suite.

“Uh, no. I’ve got it.” You stand up, mister Sato turns back to raise an eyebrow at you. Choso Kamo turns around and you feel yourself become sure of your statement.

“I can show him around, I’ve got it.” You repeat, your expression has quickly gone from annoyed to curious and eager.

Mister Sato smiles slightly at your words, but ultimately shakes his head and rejects your offer. “That’s kind of you, sir. But on behalf of the organization, I must have a word with him in private.” You frown at the answer, almost pouting with your pissed off expression.

Choso eyes you with a bit more interest.

“Mister Kamo, this way?” Sato guides him into the hallway before turning around and subtly scolding you behind mister Kamo’s back. “Bodyguard, not friend.” He mouths, quickly and sternly.

It may be hard to tell if he’s serious or just teasing. Regardless of what he says, his eyes show a hint of something else. After fifteen minutes go by, mister Sato comes out by himself from the hallway and clears his throat to get your attention. He reminds you of the rules and guidelines the clan has provided for you to follow. You roll your eyes and mindlessly hum a response to each of them.

Mister Sato smiles. A single, breathy laugh escapes him before he sighs. You hear his footsteps get closer to the lounge area from where he was standing outside the hallway. Then you feel his hands slap themselves against your shoulders. “He seems like a good man just trying to do his job, sir. You’ll be good for him as well, yes?”

You do hope so.

“Of course I will,” You answer, feigning an offended expression paired with a similar tone of voice. A disapproving shake of your head makes him roll his eyes at your antics, “I can be nice mister Sato.”

He scoffs at you. “Of course you can.” Patting your shoulders once more before saying his goodbyes, mister Sato leaves and you suddenly feel the air get thick. There’s tension for you already, and mister Kamo hasn’t even stepped back into the room yet. You wonder what he could be doing at this moment. Unpacking, finishing up paperwork, scrolling through his phone? Did he have a phone? You don’t recall seeing one.

When you think of the lack of a phone on him, you remember your own and decide to look him up in your clan’s database. Neither that site or information is officially allowed to be seen by your eyes, but one time mister Sato didn’t hide his screen from you when he typed his password in, so if anything it’s actually more of his fault than your own.

“Mister Kamo.. Kamo, Choso Kamo.” You mutter, looking for any files under his name. You go through every folder you can, every possible location. You look under allies, ‘partnered’ entities, contractors, outside hires, and finally general employment. The only things you can find are identifiable pictures of him next to boring pieces of information like ‘Name: Choso Kamo’ and ‘Status: Active’.

“Damn, Kamo. What the hell.” You curse under your breath.

“Just Choso is fine.”

You're startled as you whip your head around to the deep voice standing by the kitchen.

“Oh, hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were right there.” You let out a breathy, awkward laugh.

“If you have any questions about me, you can just ask, sir.”

The sound of him addressing you with authority sends a dopamine spike through your brain, and leaves a good feeling in your stomach.

“I just, uhm.. no. I don’t have questions. I was just curious.” You explain, turning your phone off and putting it in your hoodie pocket as you get up. “I apologize if I was intruding, mister Kamo.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s fine. And again, it’s just Choso. I tried to tell mister Sato that but.. he insisted.”

You respond with a tight-lipped smile and a nod of your head, happy at his decision to have you call him by his name more casually. You maneuver around the sofa and walk over towards him.

“Yeah, he’s kinda strict. Always been like that.” Sitting on the barstool beside him, you sigh. “Oh, he wasn’t being too much though, right?”

“No, he was fine.”

It’s silent after his response, you think about whether or not he's the type of guy to enjoy this silence. Your arms lean against the counter.

“Do you have any questions for me? I don’t mind answering some.” You tell him, seeing a bird fly past the window. It steals your attention while you wait for a response.

You hear him clear his throat. “I know enough, sir. But thank you.”

You turn your head, slightly tilting it with an eyebrow raised. Confusion written all over your expression, your eyes squint slightly at him. “What does that mean?”

His eyes widen slightly as he shakes his head. “I meant no offense.” He raises his hand in a gesture to pause the moment.

“I just meant that I’m your employee. You’re my employer. I don’t need to know any real personal things about you.” He explains.

Your eyebrows raise with a look of concern on your face. Your mouth is slightly agape at his words as you let out a sigh, mixed with a groan. “You’re that type.”

He slightly frowns at that, an eyebrow raising on his face as well. “What do you mean?”

You tilt your head and sigh, looking down at the counter. “Nah, nothing. Just uh, make yourself at home. Imma go take a shower.”

His eyebrows furrow at that as he watches you get up and walk away. He wonders to himself if he was offensive in any way, if he was snappy, if he had attitude, before realizing what the problem was. You must’ve wanted small talk, you might’ve wanted bonding, maybe even a friendship. It was something that he didn’t welcome in his line of work, and something he never thought he’d even consider. But he also didn’t think he’d ever be living with a client for three whole months. The most he’d ever done was late night check-ins for a month-long job. He started to think that maybe he should go about this assignment in a different way.

He moves to stand by the hallway entrance, his arms crossed and his still face looking like he could use a good nap.

"What– what are you doing?” You ask, coming out of your bedroom in a towel that barely fits you and a basket of products in your hand.

“Oh, uh.. I just..” When he sees you in a towel, his eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. He looks away before looking back, feeling his cheeks heat up. He’s unable to say anything, too surprised to speak. He thinks to himself that there has to be bigger towels than that somewhere in this suite.

You notice the dart of his eyes in any direction but yours. Fireworks set off in the back of your mind as you hold back a smile effortlessly, but you almost want to laugh at him too. That probably was the most pathetic attempt at hiding one’s flusteredness you’ve ever seen. You clear your throat to calm your nerves, because although it’s not visible, you can feel the joy of being attractive to this man inflating your ego to an impossible measure.

“I said make yourself at home. You don't have to stand outside like a guard dog." You say sternly. You quickly turn your attention back towards the bathroom and make your way to the door, smiling and punching the air as you get inside.

Choso blinks in surprise. It seems he isn’t used to people fighting him off in this particular way. His plan was to catch you coming out of your bedroom and make some small talk, but he’d forgotten you said you were going into the shower. Now, he’s embarrassed himself.

Choso uncrosses his arms and sits on the corner of the couch furthest from the front door. He lets out a sigh before the rush of water pouring down in the shower interrupts his negative thoughts. He can hear the sound of you humming along to your music while the scent of your newly lit candle makes its way to his nostrils as well. Choso’s always had heightened senses, all five. It’s part of what makes him such a good bodyguard. That and the motivation of providing for his family.

He knows he’s good at what he does, and he’s been with a lot of big organizations, but he’s never been so high up on the work ladder like this before. Not like he is now with this specific clan, your specific clan. As you pop into his head again, a stray thought suddenly appears in his mind. The idea of you now, bathing yourself. The idea of you being naked and wet. The idea of your bare body being right in front of him, so close to his. So very close that he can touch it. Taste it and take hold.

His eyes widen slightly in shock at the image as he senses a familiar feeling in his stomach. He shakes his head with vigor, as if to get the picture out of his brain. It was incredibly inappropriate for him to think of you that way. He knows that and knows he should stop, but god was it such a pretty idea.

He thinks to himself that another minute of this will earn him a spot in hell as he spends the next ten minutes indulging.

“Mister Choso!” You shout from the bathroom. He realizes that you’ve kept the door open after he turns to look in that direction. Was that a habit of yours? Was it a mistake, or was it intentional?

What?

Was what intentional? What is he thinking? What intent would there be to leaving the door open? He thinks to himself that there must've been something in the water this morning.

“Choso! Are you there?” You shout again, wondering about his unresponsiveness.

“Uh, yes?!” He quickly gets up from his spot on the sofa and makes his way over to the bathroom. He instinctively motions to twist the knob and, against all odds of him thinking before he acts, swings the door wide open. “Are you alright, sir?”

The sight in front of him puts all fantasies he's ever had to shame, but it's so pathetic how it does. The shape of your body, though blurry and barely visible through the curtain, makes him feel more desperate than all the sinful thoughts he’d been living in for the past dozen minutes.

His eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening. “Oh, shit! Uhm.. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to just uh–”

“It’s fine, I just wanted to know if you liked pizza?” In the moment, tiny laughs come out of your throat through your words. You’re amused at the fumbling, nervous sound of the bodyguard as he apologizes profusely. You mentally high-five yourself at the way your plan played out.

“Uh, yes. Sorry, uhm.” He clears his throat and forces his gaze away, his chest rising high and falling low. Struggling to get his words out, he blinks and swallows a lump in his throat.

“Yeah, pizza's good.” He answers.

You smile and nod, continuing to move your hands over your skin as you rinse yourself off under the showerhead. “Okay, that's all.” He nods and leaves as quickly as he barged in.

“Weirdo.” You mutter, just loud enough for him to hear as he rushes out of the bathroom.

Choso lets out a heavy sigh and lays back on the couch, taking his suit jacket off and setting it down beside him. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s never bombed a job so hard, so quickly. He thinks it’s because he hasn’t slept in a while, but he immediately decides that that can't be it. It was pretty normal for him to lose hours of rest. Especially in this line of work.

He thinks maybe it’s because he’s intimidated by the gravity of who he’s really working for, intimidated by how much they stressed ‘it is absolutely imperative’ that you stay safe. But then he thinks, no. That’s close, but he’s worked for some other important, secretive people before.

He knows he’s intimidated, but he doesn’t know what he’s intimidated by. Whatever it is, he knows he needs to get over it. At this point, it's getting in the way of his work.

His arms cross against his chest as he continues to lay down with his eyes closed. He’s trying to relax just as you asked. Time flies by like this until you’re done with your shower.

With a towel draped around you and a basket of lotion in your hand, you walk out of the bathroom and towards the living room.

Choso opens his eyes once he hears you walk out of the bathroom and gets up from his position on the couch. He looks like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at your barely covered, shiny body.

“I was just going to ask if..” You trail off, catching Choso doing his best not to stare at you with metaphorical drool on his face. You smile slightly at that. “Mister Kamo?”

Choso blinks and forces himself to look only at your face. “No, just.. uh, just Choso.” He tries to focus on your eyes, your hair, your cheeks, and then he gets to your lips. He’s unable to pull his gaze from your lips, staring with desire as he pictures for a split-second what they might feel like. He notices the tiniest smirk on them as well. It puzzles him for a moment. Were you enjoying this?

Your eyebrows furrow at the man as you smile and scoff out a laugh. “Choso.. You’re not checking me out, right?”

He blinks as more red flushes to his cheeks. “No! You just.. uh–”

“Just what?”

He doesn’t want to admit it, but there’s a strange flutter in his stomach that he’s trying to put to rest. “Uhm.. I..” He says, not being able to give a full statement. His focus is pulled away from you in an instant, his eyes dart towards the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

You feel a deep annoyance rise in you as you cross your arms just under your chest.

Bzzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!

You eye him for a moment as he eyes the door. A good few seconds pass before you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and turn towards the bedrooms. “Get that, yeah? It’s just a food delivery.”

His eyebrows climb. He’s confused. “A food delivery?”

You don't pause to answer, instead just replying as you walk away. “Yeah, I ordered earlier.” Choso has a hard time finding some stability after that whole ordeal. His thoughts run wild before he finally gets up and tries to shake it off.

“That's why I asked about the pizza!” You clarify, raising your voice from your bedroom.

Choso watches you as you walk away, feeling a mixture of confusion and frustration with himself. He decides to put it on pause before going over to the front door and opening it, finding the hotel worker who received the original delivery from the pizza guy at the lobby. Choso thanks him with a generous tip before shutting the door behind him.

You shut the lights off in your bedroom and leave the nightlight on. You thank mister Sato in your head, knowing he’s the one who brought it and placed it in your room when you arrived. He knows how much you hate ceiling lights in any room you’re in. Your attention doesn’t stay on it for long though, as the disappointment of having Choso’s attention ripped away from you so quickly is still on your mind. It seems to serve as a silent reminder that that man is here on a contract. He looks at you as a simple job, and not a fun one he can hook up with. You sigh as you realize you’re just going to have to settle. Just be friendly, but nothing other than that. No fun, no banter, no bond, no relationship of any sort. Sexual, platonic, or otherwise. Just like usual.

In his mind, he tries to come up with some sort of plan to start over with you. He knows, obviously, he should start out with an apology. Then, of course, an explanation. Unless you didn't care for it, maybe it'd tick you off more than he'd think. He'd only make things worse. But then, how should he go about talking to you? It's not as if he can just pretend like nothing happened. Unless that's what you want?

He's a logical man, at times awkward, but intelligent nonetheless. He'll go crazy trying to figure out why all of this was happening and where to go from here. Christ, you were driving him mad already. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours with you yet, and he's already fucked up more times than he ever has in his entire career. As he ponders to himself over what the issue could possibly be, one nagging idea troubles his mind. Suddenly, a thought occurs to him.

You. You and that smirk. You and those laughs. You and your voice, the way it sounded as if you were toying with a dumb pet. There was a chance you were orchestrating all of this. There was a chance you didn’t even just want small talk, or bonding, or a simple friendship. There was a chance you wanted more from him.

“I hope you’re okay with onions!” You shout, “If not, there's plain cheese in the other box!”

He puts the boxes of pizza on the counter before walking towards the hallway, pretending to look around at the decor before pausing near your bedroom door. He can hear the sound of your humming as he tries to talk himself out of one of the stupidest ideas he's ever had.

You decide to look around your room before getting dressed, this being the first time you’d been inside. You think to yourself that maybe instead of stubbornly staying in the lounge area all morning to show a sign of resistance to a clan that didn’t care, you should’ve checked out what a glorious bed you’d be sleeping on for the next few months. You hate to admit when they do something that brings you joy, but it does happen from time to time.

Just as you lay on it, fully naked and comfortable, a thought crosses your mind. You try to shake it off as a stupid, imaginative idea, but when it continues, you feel a heat between your thighs. Choso was a tall glass of broodiness who seems like he takes his job seriously, but he also looks like the kind of guy who’d get on his knees and bark for some boy pussy.

"Hm." You hum, almost sighing.

As your hand reaches down to your legs, you thank yourself for leaving the light off. It helps the mood, you think.

All while Choso lingers at your door.

“Haah..”

His eyes widen as he hears your voice. He can smell the scent of your freshly cleaned body mixed with the lingering fragrance of your cologne. You must’ve sprayed it on yourself after getting out of the shower, the aroma of it making this all the harder for Choso. His heart races as his stomach twists, he feels his pants get tighter with every second that goes by. The man with his mind on fire contemplates being the pervert you already think he is, though he doesn’t want to admit it.

He doesn’t want to think about how you might look right now, legs spread and a hand in between them. Your fingers might be rubbing against yourself as your hips move up and down to keep at the same rate, your other hand could be playing with your nipple. It could be twisting and toying, massaging and squeezing. All while Choso slowly strokes himself through his pants, just like he is now.

He doesn’t want to think about how he’s gotten himself here, he doesn’t want to think about how he’s widened the gap in your doorway to watch you touch yourself, and he certainly doesn’t want to think about how wrong it is that he’s invading your privacy like this. On the clock, no less.

But fuck, did it feel good. And maybe, there was a chance you knew what was happening. And maybe, he hopes for himself, that it feels good for you too.

So instead, he wills himself into ignorance and lets a river of denial spill into his head. He decidedly has the grand idea to simply not think about it and instead just carry on, because if you didn’t want him to see, why was the door left open?

Your hips follow a consistent rhythm that keeps the pace of your fingers as you fuck yourself on them. Choso tries to follow along as he grips and rubs at the bulge inside his slacks. The sounds you make urge him to speed up, but he denies himself the pleasure in fear of getting semen all over his new pants.

You feel the build up inside of you as your hips and fingers pick up their tempo. Your other hand becomes more rough with your nipple before it switches and continues its toying. Your moans get more desperate and rushed with each passing moment as you imagine the pale guard in multiple different scenarios, with multiple different wardrobe choices. Most of them being a birthday suit, while some of them involve leather. “Aah, ffuuuck.” You groan, your little penis being swollen and sensitive from the relentless stroking and minor edging you keep putting yourself through.

As Choso hears you, the small amount of mental fortitude he has left crumbles before he pulls his dick out from his trousers. He can tell you’re getting closer to coming undone.

You move your hand from your nipple and use it to steal the precum leaking from your hole. Rubbing it on your tiny cock before bringing the messy digit to your lips, you taste it for yourself. The sight of it makes Choso’s premature seed leak from the head of his dick as his breathing gets heavy and ragged. His hand strokes his long veiny shaft, kisses of pubic hair along the beginning of it, with thick white strings of load dripping down from the tip of his head to the floor. He can feel himself get closer and closer as he watches you go on. The sight and the sounds of you like this make his head feel light and his legs feel weak. He watches as you reach your finish.

He thanks whatever god there is for his eyes, until he begins to truly, suddenly appreciate his ears.

“Mm, Choso.. ah! Mmf, fuck.”

The first thing he hoped for, but the last thing he expected, came true. The sound of his name leaving your lips as you orgasm sends him over the edge. His cum shoots and pours out of him as he tries to catch it with his hand. He chokes back a desperate, throaty murmur in an attempt to focus on calming his breathing. His heart races in his chest as he watches you do the same, naked and lying down. You shuffle around in your spot on the bed before dreamily sighing and getting up. Grabbing the remote on your bedside table and turning on the overhead light, you saunter over to your wardrobe to pick out some clothes, but something in the doorway catches your eye as you do.

His eyes widen with a fearful expression. Choso’s shiny chain had caught the light from the ceiling before he could realize and the reflection was acting as a sort of bait, luring your attention towards him. His heart pounds against his chest as a thousand thoughts run through his mind. He debates whether or not he’s really been caught yet, if he has a chance to run. He watches you stare at the gap in the doorway before side shuffling over to the bed, grabbing a blanket and covering your nude body. He realizes at that point that he's been caught red handed, but he doesn’t move. He should have never opened the door to the bedroom, but curiosity got the better of him.

“Choso, is that you?” You ask, a tone of fear and embarrassment overtaking your voice. Surely not, you think. Surely that’s not your big, edgy, attractive bodyguard in your doorway. Surely he didn’t just see you masturbate to the thought of him. But the figure in between the gap says otherwise.

Choso doesn’t respond, he can’t. He instead just quickly disappears into the lounge area, the solution to his problem being to lie on the sofa and pretend to be asleep. As he closes his eyes, he can hear shuffling coming from inside your bedroom, followed by careful footsteps coming towards him.

“Are you..” You pause, looking him up and down before landing at his black bottoms. “asleep..?”

Tilting your head and furrowing your eyebrows at him, you feel your heart beat louder than it already is. You question in your mind how that’s even possible right now. But as your breathing quickens and your adrenaline spikes, you feel a heat gather once more in between your legs. The thought of Choso Kamo watching you touch yourself, and the effect it seems to have had on him, makes you want to shiver.

“Choso..” You take a deep breath and sigh. “I know you’re pretending.”

Choso feels his heartbeat stop in his chest, but he doesn’t crack.

“I can see your.. your uhm..” You lick your lips awkwardly, staring at his pants, almost wanting to laugh at the sight. “Choso, just get up.”

He turns onto his side, facing his back to you. “I’m sorry.” You hear him mutter.

“Did you, uh..” You start, “Did you.. did you see any of that?”

He doesn’t respond, his nerves getting the best of him for a moment as he contemplates what to say to you. Does he make an excuse? Does he lie? Does he fess up? He takes a minute to calm himself down before he finally nods. He realizes that there’s not much he can do anymore. He’s been caught red-handed.

You don’t say anything either, trying to focus your mind on a word. Something, anything to describe how you’re feeling.

The hottest guy you’ve ever met in your life just watched you cum as you moaned out his name, and he’s rock hard on your couch. You’d just seen a cum stain on his pants, and you know with absolute certainty that it wasn’t there before.

Choso finally thinks that he’s found the words to say to you. Not the right ones, since he knows there aren’t any, but he mentally preps himself nonetheless. “If–”

“Choso,” Your voice makes his adrenaline spike. It might be something in your tone. Something in the way you say his name feels different than before. “Turn around.”

He doesn’t at first, knowing in his heart how much he doesn’t want to, but eventually he does. He figures that the very least he could do is just comply with what you say.

When Choso turns around, he expects to find you standing over him with a look of disappointment and anger as you stare right into his eyes right before you put a bullet between them. Instead, he finds you climbing onto his thighs. You don’t meet his gaze at all, no gun in your hand, seemingly no anger inside you. Just a hungry look on your face as you grip and tug at the hem of his pants.

His eyes widen in shock as he shoots up from his position on the sofa, his breathing quickening. He grips onto your wrists before looking up at you with the expression of a lost puppy. “Wh– sir..?”

You interrupt his question when your fingers begin unbuckling his pants belt. He looks down in surprise before feeling you push him right onto his back. He looks up at you with that same expression as you regret not being able to take a photo of the sight before you. His cheeks are a dusty pink. His eyebrows are almost upright curves as his lips look a little like they’re quivering. The shininess of his eyes suggest that he almost cried at the initial confrontation, and you make a mental note to bring a camera next time.

Pulling his hard erection out from his trousers makes him gasp and tremble at the cold feeling of your hand. There's a chilly air in your breath while you blow on the tip. The sound he lets out is low and raw. His hand moves towards your own once more but you shove them away. He whines.

You start by moving your hand slowly, lightly up and down his curved, veiny shaft. “Hah.. sir, stop.. p-please.. what are– what are you doing..” He moans.

You bite your lip as you stare at it. At first, trying to contain your excitement, but then ultimately failing after seeing the desperate look on Choso’s face.

You lick your lips, almost like you’re about to enjoy a meal. As you wrap them around the tip of his penis, he yelps. “Ah-” You watch as his hand reflexively covers his lips. Your tongue slides down onto him while his girth fills your mouth. The noises he makes get louder and higher until he’s practically crying in pleasure. You bring your gaze to his own as you pause, the tip being just shy of a few inches from hitting the back of your throat.

Choso’s resolve crumbles at the scene playing out in front of him. The look in your eyes alone is strong enough to make him fold, let alone the warm, wet feeling of your mouth wrapped around his touch starved cock. He is a man whose nervous system is heightened compared to most people he knows. That means vision, hearing, smelling, tasting, and touching. Choso is a very sensitive man when it comes to touch, and you’re about to find that out first hand.

He gets teary-eyed. “Please..” You feel your cunt get even wetter at the sound of his begging before pushing your mouth further down onto him, his head hitting your pharynx.

He moans louder than ever as you start bobbing your head on his dick. You can taste his precum slide down your throat before you eagerly speed up the pace, turning Choso into a whiny, gasping mess.

“Haah, fuck.. oh, my god.” He exhales shakily, trying his absolute hardest to suppress anything else from leaving his throat.

Your stomach twists at his cries as his hand grips onto your hair. You come up for a little bit of air and to let out a small laugh “Fuck, that’s good.” You declare, pumping at his shaft with your hands as you coo at him. “That’s a good boy.”

Another whine escapes him before he even has the chance to speak. He’s embarrassed. You let out a single laugh before sinking your mouth back down onto him, slightly gagging.

“Sir.. wait– ah!” He interrupts himself before trying his hardest to continue, but his desperate pleas for you to ‘slow down’, or ‘give him a second’ go unanswered. He’d caught a glimpse of the look in your eyes not too long ago. He knew he didn’t have a say anymore. “Ughh, fuck..”

He struggles to get his words out as you continue to gag on his length. You move at a constant pace, and with the sensations Choso has racing through his nerves, it doesn’t take long before he’s crying out from a knot in his stomach. “No.. s-stop! Please.. oh, fuck.. Please–” You use one hand to grip onto the rest of his penis that you can’t fit into your mouth, the other takes a turn massaging each of his balls.

“Ah! Fuck- ohh, haah..!”

Stroking and squeezing, you feel a pair of large, calloused hands grab the sides of your face as the desperate man suddenly fucks your face onto him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” He repeats like a mantra, cracks in his voice as he cries out quickly. Rapid and relentless, you feel the shots of semen pour down into you and your belly as he practically screams your name, cumming into your throat and arching his back.

You can feel your shorts soak at the sound. You keep your eyes shut, thinking to yourself that you should savor this moment, just in case you never get to be this close to having sex with him again because of your clan rules and policies.

The sound of his voice interrupts your thoughts. He tries to ask you the question he’s had on his mind since you first started teasing him, but settles on the fact that you’ve basically already answered. Instead, he makes a statement, accusing you of your cunningness. “You.. fuck, you did this.” You smiled a bit at this as he continued. “You did this on purpose.”

“You got off on watching me, didn’t you?”

His breathing finally begins to slow, but looks as if it’s become deeper. The rise and fall of his chest has become more noticeable. You blink and tilt your head at him, a sudden feeling of unease making itself known in your stomach. The look in his eyes, though they looked pleading and helpless just a second ago, now has a signal of something more sinister.

His veiny, rough hands rub against your thighs before he runs them up and grips at the fabric of your waistband. He keeps eye contact with you as his fingers push and slip into your shorts, a shiver runs down your spine as your heart pounds. He glides his knuckles against your skin as his hands meet where your belly button is. Suddenly, the sound of fabric ripping makes your eyes widen in shock. You look down at your legs in a panic before his hands swiftly move to your hips. He picks you up and flips you onto your back, you gasp. “Choso?!”

He huffs, pulling your shorts off, revealing nothing underneath. “You did this.” He mutters, almost to himself.

"You did this to me."

Your stomach swirls as you feel something akin to an ache between your legs. You did, you did do this. And god, were you so very proud of yourself.

You feel his hands grip just under your knees. You move your legs to spread apart in response, doing so before he could do it for you. His stern and frustrated expression softens as he sees the glistening mess of your cunt. He can feel his cock harden at the sight. “You want this, yeah?” He asks you, his voice just above a whisper. He almost sounds unsure of himself. You find it cute, and nod.

You watch as he takes a deep breath. You wait for him to line himself up with your entrance until you notice his legs. They shift as his hands drop from their grasp and land on the sofa. His elbows keep him up as he stares at your wet folds. Your lips part, almost as if you're about to say something. However, you're interrupted at the feeling of his tongue dragging along some slick leaking from your hole. It takes everything in you not to buck into his face.

You hands find a spot on the backrest to grip onto, the other hand tucking its fingers underneath the cushion you lay on. He groans at the taste of you before sinking himself down further. You let out a moan and he sighs. The sound like music to his reddening ears.

Up and down and up and down, you feel his face press against you as he laps up your juices. His nose is constantly rubbing against your swollen, tiny penis. The sensation drives you crazy as you finally let yourself go and start to grind yourself onto him. “Fuck, fuck.. Oh, fuck.. Haah..” Your shaky breath and vulgar vocabulary brings a proud smile to his face.

He brings his lips up from your hole and places small kisses along your walls. The feeling is loving, but incredibly teasing and frustrating at the same time. Your hand finds its way to his hair as you lightly tug and scratch. “Mm, what?” He laughs. Fucking laughs at you.

You feel annoyance, anger, frustration, indignation. But you realize half of that is because of a feeling of helplessness. An understanding that you’re under him and taking this, and you can fight all you like but he has power over you. He has complete control. He’s strong enough to pick you up and hoist you over his shoulder, while you couldn’t lift him with the help of mister Sato. “Stop teasing.” You demand, it comes out more like a plea, or a whiny request.

You feel his hands grip and rub your thighs. You look at him, finding little to no solace in the way he looks back at you. It’s almost scary, it’s thoroughly intimidating. “Tell me. Tell me you want it.” He breathes out.

You bring your hands to your face and press your palms against your eyes. “Choso..”

“Sir, please.”

You bite your lip and whine. “Fuck..” You were weak, you could feel the neediness inside you grow. At this point, if he doesn’t make you cum, you’ll shove him off and make him watch as you do it yourself.

“I want it, Choso. Really, really bad.” You give in.

In one quick motion, he’s on your dick. His tongue swipes and sucks until all you know is pleasure. You can feel his groans almost in your gut as you praise and beg for him. “Haah.. don’t stop. Fuck, please.. Choso.”

Just as he finds a rhythm to his mouth movements, he moves his hand below his jaw. He brings his middle finger to your slit and starts rubbing. You grip his hair in response and he moans at the feeling. His digit finds its way into your hole and you whimper. He starts pumping and curling one finger in and out of you until there’s a second following the exact same tempo. “Oh, fuck.. Fuck!”

His tongue is still hard at work on your sensitive bundle of nerves as you loudly call out his name, praying that whoever was in the suite over would be conveniently out in the city. “You’re so fucking tight. Want you to cum so bad.” His words are almost unintelligible as he basically speaks into your crotch, but you can understand enough. He can feel you clench around him as your other hand pushes and scratches at the couch.

The feeling brings him close to the edge, but the stimulation of his penis rubbing against the leather couch isn’t enough to do him in yet. “Give it to me, baby. Need your cum.”

You can hear the sound of his lips smack against your wet cunt. He curses as precum leaks out of you. “Fuck.” He finds the strength to stay where he is instead of moving to slurp it all into his mouth, although he struggles. The vibrations of his words help him in his goal as your legs begin to quiver. Your hand in his hair tightens and tugs as you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Oh, my god! Please, Choso!” You stutter and tremble through your words. “I- Fuck, I’m gonna- haah..!”

Your feet instinctively push against his shoulders, but his free hand grips and forces itself on your inner thigh, making sure your legs stay apart. You shake and scream as Choso fucks you through it. He doesn’t stop until your hand in his hair is slapping him in an effort to tell him you’ve had enough. Finally, he moves from your overstimulated dick and goes back to lapping up all the juices that spill out of your hole. You shiver at the feeling.

Eventually, you beckon him up to join you. Eventually, he settles in your arms after about a couple of minutes of him tense in your hold. The same couple minutes you spent giggling and admiring the man next to you. Eventually, you kiss him and he kisses back. It’s sweet and affectionate at first, but after a few more times, it turns into something more steamy. More heated.

Eventually, you realize he’s still hard after all of this. Precum still drips from the tip of his long cock. Your bodyguard has yet to properly feel the inside of some boy pussy, and you're yet to show him how good you are for it.