#puts this in an envelope and slides it underneath your door

[oldxenomorph]

succession. [for @fatherentropy]

warnings: gore, eating said gore.

“Did you know that there’s an Arterius in the Spectres again?”

Red eyes shift towards the flanged voice. They observe Yorick as he attempts to pick up one of the younger princesses, who immediately squirms away from him with a hiss and some chittering, like an uncooperative child. [Y' ah nafl geb, she says. I am not here.] He attempts to pick up another one, but she slips away easily, back into the Ziggurat’s darkness to join the rest of her sisters. An exasperated “Fine, be that way” could be heard from the being.

The light from the console with holographic representations of the Milky Way and Andromeda barely touch the Emperor’s face, or the rest of her shape. Always shrouded in darkness, the red of her eyes and scarification searing through the cold, black air. The Ziggurat thrums through the walls.

A scrolling report emerges from a quadrant of the Milky Way, lines upon lines of Reaper code containing data that she already knows, already received. It makes the large console in the room a little redundant, but these physical things are part of an intricate ritual, an impulse within the Emperor, something left over from her time as Shepard over six centuries ago.

“I am aware,” the Emperor replies, her cold machine-baritone voice filling the space.

Pieces of Yorick’s glasses and jewelry, gold pins and pearlescent threads of lace, catch the light of the galaxies. So few beings outside of the Great Family are allowed to be this close to the Emperor, to see her face unveiled, or even touch her. But she doesn’t seem to mind, not at all bothered by his closeness, the way he regularly weaves in and out of the threshold of her personal space.

“Hope they don’t meet the same fate as their ancestor," he says flatly. Yorick props his chin on his hand, elbow resting on the great arm of the Emperor’s chair, bright blue luminescence in their pupils watching her.

[She pounds her human fists into the turian’s mutilated face, breaking what remained of the protective plating, her fingers pulling apart the shattered remains. The blue light of life flickered in his eyes behind the red, a kernel of his personality trapped within his own mind, unable to scream in pain. His last moments were spent witnessing a horrific truth about Shepard, about the Reapers, about the very fabric of the cosmos.

It is hard for her to close her jaw, but the black tentacles squeeze and crush as she ingests everything; meat and bone, atom and spirit, metal and technology. Fluid gushes, blue blood bubbling up to the surface to coat the lower half of her face. The bloom of euphoria grows in the pit of her stomach, a surge, a rush of signals and chemicals.

Mouth of a young black hole. It all gets pulled into her and her ruined jaw begins to ache. But it soothes her hunger, she takes into herself her inheritance, what Azathoth made just for her.

Every part of Saren’s insides belonged to her. Every piece of Reaper technology he ever grafted to himself belonged to her. So she ate and ate and ate until there was nothing left of him.]

The Emperor’s expression remains neutral.

“I doubt it will come to that,” she says finally.

A hum from Yorick. “So you say.” Sender fingers and gold nails idly play with the black embroidery on the Emperor’s black robe.

“This new Arterius descends from Desolas, not Saren.”

“Ahhh.” A sound of acknowledgement, an old memory emerges. “But wasn’t Desolas the first of the brothers to become indoctrinated?” Yorick moves to position himself just above the Emperor, their much smaller frame hovering above her shoulder, his face mere inches from her ear. The way he maneuvers is as if the Ziggurat is filled with cold, dark water. The Emperor's gaze is fixed upon the rotating galaxies in front of her. “Seems to me like that whole family is doomed one way or another.”

It is not just the Arterius family that has had to bear the weight of their ancestors' actions for all these centuries. Avitus Rix was so disgusted by Saren’s betrayal that he accepted the invitation to join the Andromeda Initiative. Perhaps to atone for his mentor’s sins and escape the ruination he brought to the galaxy. He could not have known what truly happened to Saren, nor could he have expected that the doom of all organic life would find him in another galaxy. Cursed to bear the responsibility as the turian Pathfinder, cursed to become indoctrinated like Saren.

The Emperor’s indoctrination is far more elegant than Sovereign's, but no less insidious. It is a reflection of her own ravenous hunger; will continue to eat at Avitus’s dreams, it will devour his thoughts, it will grow in the coils of his brain, in the dark spaces in his skull. He is one of the last organic beings in the universe that remembers Saren’s face, that remembers his voice. A legacy that will haunt him until the end of his days.

After all…..

Is submission not preferable to extinction?

There is the ghost of a smile on the Emperor’s scarred black lips. Some inscrutable expression almost verging into amusement, satisfaction; a great and terrible entity allowing herself to be entertained by events past, present, and future. A hum escapes her, low and abyssal, the sound of annihilation waiting at Andromeda’s edge, in the fringes of time. Yorick studies the Emperor, his hand once again propping up his chin as his strange eyes study her countenance.

“It remains to be seen what this new Arterius will do.”

One of Yorick’s eyebrows quirks upwards, peeking over the frame of his glasses. “So the cycle continues.”

There’s no verbal response from the Emperor, but the corners of her mouth spread by just a fraction, pushing pale and alien and scarred skin like it was drawn tightly across the architecture of her face. Her fingers itch, though they remained neatly intertwined and folded in her lap. It is impossible to truly know what goes on inside the Emperor’s head, which immense ideas are processed into fully fleshed out thoughts and which ones linger between the signals, the code, the synapses.

Yorick knows this expression she wears, finally able to coax something out of the great entity. He finds amusement in it where organic life may find it skin crawling and unsettling if they could ever look at her face.

What a terrible thing it is: to be doomed by Extinction, to be chosen as your ancestor’s successor.

A hunger begins to bloom in the core of the Emperor.

[pascals-doll]

like a virgin

joel miller x reader

🫧 inspired by madonnas like a virgin MY MADONNA CONCERT IS COMING UP I-

🫧 i always make my writings for joel so long but i love this man smm i could write all day for him it dont even b on purpose 😩

🫧 description: pre-outbreak!joel, babysitter!reader, reader babysits sarah, semi-fluff, DILF JOEL DILFFF, age gap (joel is 36 and reader is early 20s), smut smut, SMUT SMUTTT, dom!joel, softdom!joel(ugh i need so bad),sub!reader, hella praise kink, reader and joel are obessesed w each other tbh, secret crushing, body worship (reader reciving/ slight joel), pussy eating, possessive!joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, hair pulling (j recieving), tommy is a teasing p.o.s 😭, no use of y/n, use of nicknames (sweetheart, darlin, and sweet girl).

you stepped into the miller’s residence weekly to babysit his daughter Sarah, she was the sweetest teen girl. she reminded you a bit of yourself when you were her age which was probably the cause of the instant connection.

you had been baby-sitting for almost 8 months now, leading to getting closer to Joel; Sarah’s dad.

Joel was more than a hunk of a man, he towered over you even with your heeled mary-janes at times, his broad build engulfing all his clothing making him look like a slutty construction worker with his roughed up baggy-blue jeans thats sinched around his waist perfectly.

you would be lying if you wouldn’t oogle the man while his attention was pulled onto something else. you would watch the way he talked so sweetly to Sarah, yet when it came to a phone call, his neighbor, a stranger or his brother, Tommy that would occasionally stop by.

Joel would have this assertive and unruly tone underneath that thick southern accent. he was a man that paid close attention in his life which is why he has allowed you to take care of his daughter with so much trust.

you would never know it but Joel cherished you and the things you do.

Joel would show it in very discreet ways, today was a prime a example.

“m’havin a famiy cookout later t’night, why don’t you head on home to rest, so you can come back to enjoy with us.” Joel invitied you with ease as you began to grab your belongings from his coat-rack near his front door.

you grabbed your purse, walking towards the sound of his voice which was right around the corner. Joel was standing in his wide living room.

“it would be more than my pleasure. thank you for everything again. im always very appreciative for sarah and you” you thanked him sweetly, eyes meeting his.

he stood next to his large bookcase that had an assortment of different books, personal objects, some cds/dvds, and his vinyls.

joel picked up a vinyl, sliding out of the slot in the shelving of his bookcase, pulling it out of the envelope, and placing it on the record player.

yet another instance, where you accidentally ogle him.

“the real thank you should be t’ya. im adjustin’ to single parentin’ and ya’ been very accommodatin’, thank you.”

your kind demeanor was the sweetner to his coffee.

you were now home, getting dressed to return to the Miller’s residence.

usually when you’re babysitting, you dressed lazily. you would put on a random shirt and jeans or sweats.

you wanted to cleanup a bit more, knowing it wasnt just going to be you and sarah most of the day; Joel would be there.

you threw on this cute blue floral sundress that was mid-length, it stopped right below your cross necklace.

you finished up by pairing it with white frilly socks with mid-heeled black flats.

you didn’t put much makeup on, only putting the basics before doing any last touch-ups and grabbing your black mini-purse.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

once you arrived, opening the gate and greeting a few of the people that were sitting on the porch before entering through the front door.

the sound of chatter got louder as you walked through his home. you turned around to the corner and his living room was empty but his kitchen was cluttered with different food and grill necessities.

you thought to yourself how they must be outside, you began to walk farther into his home till the back where the sliding door to his backyard was.

you began to slide the door open “oh my!! you came!” sarah squealed out of excitement, she came from restroom door next to the side of his sliding door.

you immediately engulfed the excited girl that ran into your arms “i wouldn’t miss it for the world, girl!” you exclaim while smiling.

“c’mon! my dad is outside grilling!” sarah spoke excitedly. she grabbed your hand as you opened the door and walked outside together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“d’ya invite that sweet babysitter of yours?” Tommy asks joel while seasoning the steak “i did, i hope she comes-you know, for sarah and all” Joel tries to play off with his words.

“oh my brother fancy’s someone, i see” Tommy chuckles out, putting his beer bottle up in the air slightly.

“i do not fuckin’fancy that young lady. she’s gone above and beyond for my daughter and i just wanted her to feel welcome” Joel explains himself, his tone laced with angry yet getting his explaination a across a bit hastily. Tommy’s eyebrow quirks.

“don’t say nothin’ else” Joel utters out in a stern tone, grabbing his cold corona as Tommy puts his hands up in defence.

Tommy turned his head, not the best decision as it made his amusement grow fonder. he turns back to Joel.

“well, ya’look at that brother” Tommy slys out, throwing a wink at his older brother before making his way back to his wife Maria.

It was you and sarah approaching, Joel actually choked on his sip of beer.

you were beautiful, Joel wasn’t an oblivious man.

Joel, himself even thought it was impressive how easily you cleaned yourself up by just some jeans and sweatshirt; at times just a shirt.

tonight was different, very different.

Joel finally has seen you outside of your different hoodies and pants.

he couldn’t begin to comprehend as you and sarah got closer and closer “Dad! she made it” sarah calls him out in excitement.

you finally approached him next to his griller which caused him to immediately snap out of his gaze.

Joel gave you his hand to shake “thank you so much for having me” you thank him, sweetly accepting as you began to shake pulling you in for a soft side hug.

you were right beside him, feeling the heat of the fire from the grill on both of you.

in Joel’s eyes, up close, your beauty was now beyond otherworldly. your light blue sundress bringing out the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and your jewlery sparkiling the tone of your skin.

you looked so elegant, yet you still managed to keep it simple. your winged liner making you look more mature than just the light mascara you would rush onto your lashes before getting out of your car on babysitting days.

Joel couldn’t begin to wrap it around his mind how you could possibly look so pure yet you were a woman. a hard-working one at that.

he knew that. it was something that made him desire you which felt so wrong.

“anytime, ya deserve to be apart of the family-shit! ya’already are” Joel goes off a bit nervously after ogling you. you gave him a soft smile.

“did’ya need help with the grill?” you quickly perk in as the fire began to sizzle a tad bit louder than usual “ah shit!” Joel exclaims, flipping each of the steak.

“careful now, brother! dont burn ‘em!” Tommy calls out, laughing with a devious smirk as he approaches again with cooler in hand.

Joel grumbled something under his under his breath as he focused on the grill.

“nice to meet you, i’ve heard s’much about you! I’m Joel’s brother, Tommy.” the younger brother introduces himself.

you give him your hand to shake “It is nice to meet the uncle tommy” you joke out causing sarah to giggle with you.

Joel couldn’t begin to explain the beauty you carried within you.

he was sure that if a god made you, it was Hestia and Aphrodite.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

the evening was pleasantly spent by you getting to meet maria and her pregnant belly, congratulating her.

then once it was time to serve the dinner, you helped Joel and Tommy by moving the grilled food off of the grill.

this consisted of Tommy making jokes that had slight insinuating under-tones that you were too naive to pick up but laugh everytime Joel would punch Tommy’s shoulder roughly, not being playful at all.

you helped bring in the food as sarah set up the dining table. once everything was set up and everyone sat down to eat, Joel’s grilling being beyond splendid.

when dinner was over while everyone cleaned up, you went to use the restroom.

you finished using up the restroom which is how you were now in Joel’s living room.

you began to admire his large bookcase from where he stood earlier to invite you.

you skimmed through, your hands softly going over the objects as you observed his books, framed pictures, his collection of dvds, and then his vinyls.

you had a record player of your own, sometimes sarah would ask you to play bon jovi and tell you where the record was.

Joel had an impressive collection, ranging to every genre of music. he had some legends on vinyls like Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Lionel Richie, and Madonna.

you immediately picked up the Madonna vinyl, it was her second album ‘Like a Virgin’.

you grew up with your mom adoring Madonna more than anything which explains your adoration for her music.

“I was in highschool when i first heard Madonna” a deep voice spoke through the room, behind you.

you automatically knew it was Joel, turning around still looking at the tracklist on the back of his vinyl “this is my favorite album besides Like a Prayer” you say as you walk up to him, smiling.

“you weren’t even born yet” Joel laughs out causing you to jokingly get offended.

“excuse me, i know my Madonna” you joke back, giving him a playful wink which he just gave you a slight chuckle too.

“she say she know she Madonna, ay?” he gives you a slight smile, opening up his record player before inserting the vinyl.

soon enough the record player began to ring a classic 80s pop beat through the room.

you automatically felt yourself slightly popping your leg with the beat and snapling your fingers slightly.

“go ahead, Mr.80s” you state smiling, inviting him to dance “oh no, i-don’t dance” Joel quirks out awkwardly, now standing nervous.

Joel admired your confidence and comfortabilty in your skin, you were so young and full of life while also being so sophisticated and methodical.

you grab Joels hands and began to playfully sway with him.

Oh, like a virgin

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats next to mine

🫧

you sang the melodious lyrics under your breath. you felt your breath hitch as you locked eyes with joel, being in his grasp.

you could feel your body burn up in his strong hold, his heavy hand on the small of your waist.

your breath hitched causing your chest to push up against his chest. this felt so right, the way his hands held your body and each of your curves.

🫧

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Joel made you feel more than a woman, you were so polish and refined, yet so sophisticated and mature while all-looking ever so young and full of life.

he felt a bit of confidence which made him twirl you around, engulfing you into his embrace again with one arm; your back to his chest now.

you swore the sound of the song was slowly drowning out and now the sexual tension was ringing through the both of you.

you could feel his heartbeat thump against your back as his hands rubbed both sides of your waist to the rythem of your delicate sways.

you leaned your head back against his chest, his scent being the only thing on your mind.

you felt him begin to caress your hair with one hand as it left your waist.

“you’re s’beautiful, hope y’know that” Joel could blame it on his 5 beers but 5 beers wasn’t shit for Joel, he was very conscious of his choices.

the compliment sent shivers down your spine as you swore your knees grew limp momentarily.

you turned around, your thigh now inbetween one of his legs, chests pressed against each other, his hands gripping your hips now, and faces inches away from each other.

your lips were parted, you really were debating on kissing the beautiful hunk of a dad infront of you.

fuck it

just like that, within no time your lips were moving like you both had never kissed anyone before.

the song continuing to play as the both of you makeout in his living room while everyone was outside.

the way his hands ran through all of your body like he had never touched anyone, your lips pulling away to catch your breathe momentarily like you had never been kissed like that before.

Joel completely ravished you.

hell…now that he had you, he wasn’t gonna let go now.

“m’room darlin’” he mutters against your lips, before completely scooping you up bridal style. it caught you slightly off guard, gasping which made Joel smack your ass playfully.

“oh, aren’t you a gentleman?” you joke, your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“oh, don’t’cha worry sweetheart” Joel smirks out as you arrived to his room.

he laid you on his bed, going down with you while on top of you. he began to move his lips from kissing you to your neck, pulling down the small straps that held your dress.

each kiss that Joel placed on your body felt like a burning sensation, making your insides erupt with giddiness.

you felt like this was your first time all over again. your mind was racing, heart was nervous, and body was clamy.

and it was all because of Joel.

you weren’t sexually active at all recently, you were so busy with work, about to graduate with your masters, and even babysitting sarah; spending more time at the Millers than on dates.

you did go out but lord were the guys of this generation a bunch of sluts.

“what’s on your mind? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?” Joel’s rushes out accidentally, not wanting to sound nervous but he did.

you weren’t only one feeling like a bad teenager doing this for the first time.

Joel smelled your perfume and that was all it took to get his mind racing. he couldn’t begin to fathom how he finally got to have you.

the way his big frame craddled yours sent him into overdrive, his heart going a million miles per minute as he tries to figure out where to even begin.

for you, it might’ve been a year but for him, it was almost like ages with the years he’s gone.

all Joel’s mind could do was think of all the things he could do to you.

“Joel-hmph” you couldnt help but whine out as his hands massaged closer and closer to your arousal.

“there there sweet girl, you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, lifting your dress up, exposing your angelic white panties.

Joel was damned forsure for the filthy thoughts you provoked out of him.

“n-no, i have never—they were idiots.” you felt so small under him, feeling overwhelmed like it was your first time all again.

at this point, you could’ve considered yourself a virgin with how Joel had you and how much of a man he was.

“you ain’t gon’go lookin’ f’someone to take care of that pretty lil’mind, not after im done with’ya.” Joel claims to you.

you believe every single word laced in his southern accent; making your cunt pulsate wantingly.

“is that what you want to do, Joel? take care of me?” you ask him, lifting your leg to spread yourself open more as you wrap it around his lower waist; basically resting on his thick thigh.

the way you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. it was a genuine question, laced with purity and hope.

“if you’ll allow me too-” Joel began, pulling down your panties. you expected him to unbuckle his belt next but no; he got on his knees.

your chest weighed up and down heavily, each of his touch making your body hot.

“it’s my only wish for taking care of me and sarah” Joel finishes before hooking both of your legs up onto his shoulders, his tongue wasting no time.

you didn’t even get a chance to respond, a moan erupting out of you being the only thing.

the way he ate your pussy like he didn’t just eat a whole meal downstairs had your back already arching.

Joel’s tongue swiped along all of your cunt, fucking your sweethole “jesus, ya’taste fuckin’ delicious” Joel mumbles against your pussy as his tongue quickens all along your juiced cunt.

“ahmph!” your shriek sounding like music to his ears, if he didnt have his family downstairs, he’d have you screaming.

“quiet fa’me, doll” he says, taking a hand to cover your mouth as before diving back in.

joel’s tongue fucks into your hole this time causing you to let out a muffled moan against his big hand.

the way that man was eating your pussy, tainting your pussy with his spit, marking it all as his drove you insane. there wasnt nothing this man couldn’t do.

“god! j-joel!” you muffle out, your hands go to his roughed up brown hair, pulling on it causing him to groan into your dripping pussy.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, your pussyhole squeezing around the tip of his tongue.

“this pussy s’perfect- s’all fuckin’ mine.” Joel spits out once he pulled away from your pussy, denying you of your orgasm.

your mouth was agape in pleasure but then quickly falling into a pout “don’t worry darlin’, my baby will cum…on my dick” Joel’s voice is sweet like honey now as he leaned down to connect your lips together.

you taste yourself on his lips, mixture of his spit along his lips causing you to moan at the mix of both of your filth fogging your mind.

the way both of your lips moved in sync perfectly was beyond intoxicating for joel. he swore he could get addicted to just at the look of you but at this point, both of your lips had him drunk.

he had shimmied and kicked off his pants while making-out with you. he was completely taking over you once again, your body turning small under his big one.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” joel asks delicately, pulling away from your lips to look at your eyes.

you told him yes, leaning up to take his shirt off which he happily obliged.

you had only seen his toned arms but it was obvious he had a strong build. he might’ve not had a six-pack but lord were his muscles chiseled like a greek god.

“you gon’ drool over an old man?” joel utters out, his hand going in to caress your hair.

“oh baby, you’re beyond fine wine.” you whisper. your forehead’s connected, lips away from kissing, and looking him deep in his chocolate eyes.

Joel could feel his breath hitch at what you said, you already had him wrapped around your finger as he worshipped you.

Joel thrusted himself into you, he couldn’t even fucking believe how tight you were.

“jesus- god, this pussy s-ah fuck!” joel’s groan was almost animalistic as your mouth fell as if you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

Joel’s cock was a size you’ve never had before, it didnt hurt but oh, did it stretch.

“s’big-oh my!” you moan out loudly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him delectably stretching your pussy out.

“you got it baby, you got it” he praises you although he was too busy trying not too pass-out because of your cunt.

after a small moment of adjusting for the both of you, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

you arch into him as your whimpers and soft moans turn slowly work their way up to louder and heavier moans.

joel worked himself into you, his mind not being able to get enough of all of you. he still had to process that he really had a young beautiful woman with the heart of a home in his bed.

joel completely held your body with one hand, eventually putting a hand over your mouth again once his sweet thrusts turned into pounds.

your body shaking against his with each of his rough and hard thrusts, fucking your name out of your mind and replacing it wirh his.

your muffled little cries of his name “Joel! joel-ah! j-j! j-joel!” sounding like a sweet lullaby to him. he couldn’t help but smirk at your teary eyed-self.

you werent even worried about ruining that pretty liner of yours as he fucked into you.

“shh my baby, you’re taking me so well” joel coos out, caressing you hair before leaning down to plant kisses and suck on your chest.

your hands grip his bed sheets as your body begins to shake in pure sensual bliss that joel brought you, making your mind fog up as the build up of your orgasm is almost virginal.

“ya’look so beautiful like this-” praises left joel’s lips left and right, loving and indulging in every single one of his praises as he fucked you to your orgasm so sickeningly good; leaving the both of you intoxicated.

“you was made fa’me, not no one else.” Joel’s eyes were shut now, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

it was almost like a prayer, a hopeful chant, almost a possessive plead.

joel had wanted you just as much as you wanted him “yes! god yes! m’close! it’s y-yours! all yours!” your pleasure-filled babbles as your mind gets drunk of joels cock and overwhelming orgasm.

“let go, darlin’ ” Joel works you through your orgasm, hips going from pistoling into you to the delicate pace he started off with.

your entire body shook as both of your sweaty hot bodies embraced each other through both of your orgasms.

the room filled with heavy pants and moans as his hand left your mouth and began to massage your hair.

you both held each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“i understand what madonna meant by ‘like a virgin’ now” you giggle out causing a playfully scoff to come from him.

“alright alright, we need t’get dressed and head back down. would ya’ want to stop by tomorrow after i drop sarah off at school?” joel asks, his chocolate eyes now ridden of lust and replaced with soft hope.

you were about to tell him yes but another voice spoke before you.

“are you fucking done?! fuck! i can’t keep stalling Sarah and Maria!” it was Tommy.

[honeybeedrabble]

Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke. 

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away. 

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink. 

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm. 

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on. 

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so. 

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically. 

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class. 

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily. 

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter. 

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush. 

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded. 

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling. 

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter. 

“O-oh,” you said softly. 

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.” 

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night. 

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous. 

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him. 

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it. 

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through. 

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him. 

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked. 

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made. 

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest. 

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow. 

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused. 

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand. 

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol. 

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew? 

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop. 

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips. 

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes. 

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning. 

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered. 

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact. 

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties. 

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers. 

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean. 

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air. 

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft. 

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?” 

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him. 

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy. 

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully. 

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back. 

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking. 

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure. 

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts. 

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum. 

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks. 

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident. 

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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[murdrdocs]

thinking abt showering with luca 😫😫

sleepy shower sex; fluff (lets gooo!!!); MDNI 18+ w/ LUCA (the bear)

it's hard to find time with luca when he's plagued by inspiration and burdened by hard hours, forced to spend nearly all of his time in the kitchen that isn't yours.

but refusal to just let your relationship slide back prompts you into action. it peels your eyes open when the shower starts to run, taking you from the ending of a dream and pushing you into a reality full of opportunity.

you don't bother checking the time before you get up. you know it's early, you know the sun hasn't even began to threaten ascension yet. you know if you wait any longer, time will slip by and before you realize it, you'll be reawakening to the sun in the sky and luca's presence a mere ghost haunting the apartment.

so you get up and you drag yourself to the bathroom. at first you're just content with sitting by the shower, head against the wall as you struggle to stay awake while warmth enveloped your body. but then he calls your name as you leave the door open behind you, and you see him—his body standing underneath the shower head, his hair pushed off of his face, trails of soap sliding down his abdomen.

"what're you doing awake?" his voice is still gravely, still unused and probably not accustomed to speaking so soon. you don't think he actually talks in the morning until he says goodbye to you and kisses your forehead.

you aren't used to it either. it takes you a second to get the words out, having to clear your throat after the first time.

"i wanted to be with you."

he takes a second. you watch through heavy eyes as he slides the door open and steps out. you watch his arms open as he invites you. and yeah, you just showered a few hours ago, but you slip your clothes off and take luca's hand, letting him lead you into the shower.

neither of you speak, letting yourselves just exist. there's not much you could talk about right now. you told him everything on your mind last night, and you're still too tired to have any new thoughts. well, anything other than how much you love his warmth and how much you'll miss him today.

there's no telling when the course of the shower changes. there's no telling who initiated it. the moment isn't tainted or turned from something innocent into the opposite. there's still a layer of innocence to it when luca slides his hand down your abdomen, keeping your back against his chest as he parts your cunt open and slips his fingers between your lips.

it isn't debauched whenever you tip your head back and let out wanton moans. it isn't depraved whenever your hand presses into the tiles, searching for stability while luca steadily rocks his cock up into you.

it's pure, in a way. you've definitely derailed his shower and put him behind at least ten minutes, but he doesn't complain one bit, his hand cupping your chin, his lips kissing over your neck and shoulder. you're cocooned in his embrace, surrounded by thick muscle, tanned skin, and tattoos.

the feeling of his thighs against yours, the feeling of his pubes brushing against your ass with each thrust, the feeling of his abdomen tightening against your back as he gets closer and closer.

he's right on you like he's stuck there, but it's not suffocating. it's hot with the shower running, creating a humidity similar to the weather in the summer after it rains, but it's not suffocating.

it feels like a breath of fresh air when you finally come around him, coaxed throughout your peak by his voice, still raspy but smoother than it was earlier.

"easy, easy. just like that. there you go. there you go, love."

and afterwards, just like usual, you find your way back to bed where you fall back into sleep, briefly coming out of it when the door creaks open and luca whispers his departure, giving you one more brush of his warmth as he kisses your forehead.

[mutedstarss]

Just What I Need

Summary: You're having bad cramps and Luffy wants to help you

cw: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort?

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“Chopper, is Y/n sick?” Luffy asked the ship's doctor with a tilt of his head. You groaned and slid your hands down your face. Your stomach was already hurting enough, and now you had to deal with… this? Luffy wouldn’t be asking this question had he not spied on you when you were crying and begging for Chopper to give you some medicine to relieve your period cramps. Yes, you were on and your cramps were bad. Of course Luffy didn’t mean to spy. He was on his way to annoy you since he had nothing better to do— when he walked past the infirmary, only to spot you through the cracked door on your knees, hands together, begging Chopper. 

You sighed and looked at Luffy with a forced smile. “I’m fine. I’m not sick.” He frowned and looked back at Chopper, hoping to get his question answered. Truthfully.

“She’s… fine.” Chopper started, making his way to a cabinet that had all types of medicine. Just as he pulled out the tylenol, your back straightened out as a cramp shot past your vagina and through your stomach. You fell forward with a groan and your eyes watered. 

Luffy rushed to your side and you put up a hand to keep him away. You couldn’t deal with him touching you. It’ll only make things worse. “Chopper, you said she was fine!”

“I am fin–” You slapped a hand to your mouth before you could finish your sentence, swallowing down the bile before it could come out. “Hand me the pills. Quick.” 

Chopper shook out two pills into your hands. He was screwing the top on when you stopped him. “Give me three.”

“But it says to take two.”

You shook your head. “Chopper, give me the pill.” Your face twisted up in pain as another cramp shot through your stomach. 

He handed you the third pill and a glass of water. You threw all three pills into your mouth and swallowed it with the water.

Wiping your mouth from access water, you stood up and started making your way out of the infirmary. Luffy followed after you like a lost puppy. “Do you need anything?” 

“Nope.” You had felt bad for shutting him down and not allowing him to touch or get next to you since his thing was physical touch, but you just can’t right now. Maybe after the tylenol starts to kick in.

You closed your bedroom door and plopped down onto the bed with a sigh. Your arms ran over the soft sheets and in that moment, you wished you had a stuffed animal to cuddle, to hold on to during these rough times. Your eyes watered at the thought and another cramp tightened your insides.

The bedroom door opened and you already knew who it was without looking. “Y/n, I want to help and you’re not letting me.” Luffy whined, almost sounding on the verge of tears.

With a sigh, you finally decided you were going to let him help you. Afterall, you knew you needed him. “Come here.”

Not even three seconds later, he was on the bed, spooning you from behind. “What hurts?”

“My stomach.” You mumbled when Luffy pulled the cover over the both of you. 

You felt him nod against your head and then a warm hand was sliding underneath your shirt and on the bare lower part of your stomach. You sighed as the pain started to subside. You pushed back against him to feel his warmth, and he kissed the side of your forehead. “Remember I’m always here for you.” 

Nodding to let him know you heard him, his arms tightened around you just a little and your eyes started to feel heavy. Enveloped in his arms, his warmth and his love. A small smile creeps onto your face. This is just what you needed.

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A/N: Honestly guys, this will probably be my last ff (for my followers). I wanted to write this for y’all because I don't feel compelled to write anymore "x reader" stories, nor do I feel compelled to read them— but I wanted to leave something. I don't know what it is, but I just feel done. Sorry to leave you all with a short, trash story that I wasn't even going to post, but..., Anyway, thank you for reading and to my followers, for supporting me. Byeee!! <3

[wandagcre]

under your spell | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob Boss!Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Samantha Loomis will do everything to keep the journey of your love story with her floating, come what may. Even if it takes killing an important figure in your life, she won't risk it.

WARNING: dom!mob boss sam, sub!reader, manipulation, graphic depiction of violence, strap-on sex, teasing, 69 - not proofread | 18+ men & minors dni. Words: 3.5k Note: more of mob boss sam! this was requested by one of my favs, @romanoffsbish! hope i did justice with this one ahhh🫣

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You lost count of how many times you tossed and turned in the bed. It’s particularly lonesome even while you’re enveloped in the comfiest mattress and sheets of layers that provide much-needed warmth. You craved Sam by your side.

It was unimaginable how you didn’t want to be in this bed almost a year ago. 

Now, it was nothing but an embarrassing fact as to how your body and mind depended on the woman. You yearned for her touch; her chin perched against your shoulder as her strong arms wrapped around you protectively and how you heard Sam’s light snores that oddly brought comfort rather than a nuisance. In your comfort lies the much-needed presence of the woman.

The thought raised concern for you, as usually, Sam wouldn’t waste any time to join you here. 

Having enough time alone, you got up quickly took your robe, and sauntered your way to Sam’s office. You’re immediately relieved that you put on a robe, covering your sheer nightgown underneath. You just saw some of Sam’s men patrolling outside the house as you passed through the wide halls, one of them nodding in acknowledgment as they saw you through the sliding door. The last time someone saw you vulnerable…it did not end well. 

You rub your arms for warmth. Entering Sam’s office at your home was an experience. You’ve been here only a few times, understanding that the woman needed her own space – even if that concept felt foreign for the two of you. Pushing one of the two doors, the intimidating air welcomed you. The high ceiling, and the modestly tiered chandelier hued her lair. It was as grandiose as it can get; with the pillars and currently enclosed European rolling shutters, layers that provided extended privacy. If it weren’t for her chandelier and lamps in the room, it would be a total blackout as light did not stand a chance.

Whether it was out of Sam’s paranoia or extra precaution of safety, you love her just the same.

When you carefully made your way through her to the U-shaped table, Sam didn't say much, but you figured she knew it was you already. She’s pensive and painstakingly occupied with the files on her hand.

“Mi amor, come over here…” Your heart soared at her tiny voice. 

Sam welcomes your touch with ease. Like a reflex; she freed one of her busy hands to clasp it with yours that hugged her front. Yet, it was her mind that was drifting.

“I miss you, come to bed.” You murmured and felt her soft laughter vibrate against your body.

You ignite a familiar glint in Sam’s eyes. “I like the sound of that. Domestic. Married.”  She turns the paper with a faint smile.

In closer view, you have the sight of Sam in her trousers and importantly, her cufflinks and blue button-down undone, hugging her from behind. You take advantage of the proximity, breathing in Sam’s scent which is mixed city dirt and a particular musk that you love, heightening your serotonin. You can’t help but wet your lips with the thoughts you’re being wrapped into.

“Hm. Well, your wife needs attention now.”

“I’m sorry, mi amor.”

“Hey. I knew what I signed up for, Sammy.” A fracture of it, your mind quips. Not that you minded. It blows over quickly as Sam hums. “Nothing that a few kisses can’t solve. You can start by downplaying them now…”

Your sultry words didn’t fly over her. 

She indulges your play immediately. “And you’re charging this with interest, I suppose?” Sam can feel your devious fingers dancing on the expanse of her toned stomach, skipping over the material of her work clothes. The air rapidly thickened with the brewing hunger and tension, rousing both of you into a familiar pit of lust.

Sam’s back still is facing you, momentarily pulling away to unbutton her top.

“Very much so I’m afraid.” You lazily murmured against your girlfriend’s back as you jumped back near her. Sam feels herself grounded towards reality, her icy exterior melting. You feel Sam’s tense muscles wearing off. A faint smile comes over you. How do you even do that? Sam wonders each time. “What are you even worrying about? Your beautiful eyebrows are bunched up like a grandma.”

Sam swiftly turned. Her kisses soon trailed over your jaw and lips, insistent. 

“I need to pay up first, amor.”

“But Sammy—Oh!”

Sam deflects. Although you noticed, it was hard to be devoid of her wishes as you did not have a choice but to take in her little yet adamant pecks. Soon, it grew into seemingly aggressive and bruising kisses. She tasted a hint of whiskey, burning on your tongue. Letting out a gasp wasn’t too good either as Sam took it as her chance to kiss you harder and swallow your moans. She lifts you to have you sprawled out on her oak table, determined to stir a carnal disarray. With each tilt and lean, the bites and growls that Sam released onto you had made your brain all muddled. You caress her firm shoulder and decide to pay back; you give her breast an adamant squeeze through her sports bra.

Sam pulls back and her matching gold accessories shine from your view. God, she looked beautiful – almost forbidden. Her shiny, half-lidded eyes peer over you lustfully and mischievous. 

“M-mm, you’re so good for me… I had something in mind, would you excuse me for a second mi amor?”

You teasingly ran your fingers through her nape and undid her tied-up hair, letting her alluring black tresses cascade messily, and tugged her hair back for good measure. Sam gulped at your assertiveness, gripping your hips firmly.

“I won’t go anywhere but here.”

As Sam came to fetch a spice to spruce up your evening, you gratefully absorbed the time she gave you. She can be an intense lover who knocks the air out of your lungs without fail. Your eyes flit over the mess sitting atop her desk. The sepia-colored portfolios were noticeable, strung up neatly. Her Glock particularly stood out with its metallic shine that made your heart race in nervousness. The daydreams can be hot, sure, yet if you were to be frank; you’re still taking in this new life one day at a time.

Until you saw another notable profile related to you.

It struck a personal vein as it was none other than your beloved partner and coworker for years, only her papers were marked “CLOSED” with a bright, red stamp across her personal description and profile shot. Your stomach churned at the possibility of her in danger. She was the closest figure you had for a mother. Although a part of you feels worthy of the success you have now, you can’t help but also think you have grown selfish and self-centered. 

The last time you talked to her was 2 months ago, her birthday. A bittersweet smile spread across your features. You even kept postponing a simple brunch date with her – one that you didn’t have trouble with, until… no. 

What’s wrong with you?

It’s not like she also reached out to you. You wonder what Grace thought of your Sam. She appeared skeptical, though you brushed it off knowing that what you and Sam have are unique. Perhaps you left out a few minor details that made her disapprove of it – detecting easily when you’re secretive about things. You didn’t find the point to it, though. You, among all people, were the most aware of you and Sam being from two worlds that happened to collide. But you insisted that it works; both of you put effort and love into it.

Sam is your person.

A hand rubs comfortingly on your shoulder. “Mi amor, are you okay?”

“Sammy, why do you have these files? What does Grace have to do with your business?” You bit the inside of your cheek.  “Is she… okay?” The apprehension coursed through your veins unsettlingly. 

You’re not even sure if you were ready to hear the truth.

With shaky hands, you gather the papers and examine them. Reading them made the coldness eerily vivid as though you’re holding a decomposing body, as though Grace that you once knew was now nothing but a closed history. Your vision blurred as your eyes trail over the personal information. Not one has registered in your mind.

Meanwhile, Sam carefully examined your reactions, silent as you soaked up the files that appeared to rattle you. Lost in your bewildered thoughts, you didn’t even notice the tanned woman’s presence until she gently took your forearm and her lips were pressed against your wrist.

“You won’t be seeing her anymore. Would you like me to elaborate?”

Fuck, you sure hope so. “Sam. This– this doesn’t look good to me,” Your voice cracked at the end and your eyes were starting to well up. Your figure moved in discomfort.

“You’re right.” Sam sighed and threaded her fingers through her hair. “It does not look good… but for all right reasons. Can you lay your back on the desk?” You tilt your head inquisitively, yet following Sam made her appeased with your actions. 

“O-okay,”

She hooked her hands around your legs, making your lower back pressed on the oak table. The robe you wore slid off, but you didn’t mind — Sam did not mind. 

“Good girl.” Sam praised you with her honeyed voice. You felt the familiar desire stir in your stomach. However, it did not stop you from staring – waiting – at those plump lips to further elaborate. “She’s gone.”

It expeditiously induced a sharp pain in your chest. Grace is gone – echoed faintly in your head. Your heart and mind throbbed at the sudden news.

Despite Sam’s monotonous tone, you’re unable to dissect the emotion further as you feel Sam lock your lips into a titillating kiss, her body atop you. A tear rolled down your cheek, Sam did not mind, hurriedly swiping them away with her thumb. Your mind ebbs slowly of its previous worries, tangled in the woman’s skillful touch; latched onto your skin with greed that appeases both of your needs. It confused you greatly, while as despair filled you, you were also throbbing, your cunt aroused again and wanting for more.

“My men bagged her head with a canvas, almost suffocating her.” You helplessly groan as Sam places a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t speak at her firm hold. “But don’t worry, she passed swiftly… least as I could let her be. She was interfering with us, mi amor. I hope you do understand – I’m doing this for us. I haven’t failed you yet, have I?”

You only nod weakly. It was the truth; she didn’t disappoint at all. Your body was still in fight mode and attempted to relieve it by desperately clawing on your girlfriend’s tanned bare back – searching for something tangible. Your fingernails dug into them and rewarded you with Sam’s breathy moans, swallowing the lump in your throat. On the other end, Sam was relieved by your response. No matter how it was laced with sugar coating, she still fears that you will never meet each other by the eye.

“I can’t hurt you, ever. You know that I wouldn’t do something bad when it comes to you, (y/n/n).”

She’s real and you’ll be alright… your girlfriend always had a good reason for her decisions, right?

Sam’s carnal ways did not waver; instead, you hear the rustling of her trousers and how she unzipped them. You didn’t even notice how she smoothly set your underwear aside, your wet pussy exposed to the cold air that made you quiver as Sam was ready to plunge in the tip of her strap.

“The things you do to me, amor, fuck!” Sam uttered gruffly as she parted your folds, the action impenitent and dirty. Her thumb probes over your wet insides, resulting in your breathing growing erratic and your head being thrown back, as she didn't hesitate to put a few inches on you unannounced. “I had fun playing Russian roulette with your dearest Grace. I can hear her terror each time my revolver clicked. If only I had the reins to get messy, I would have gutted her stomach apart until her insides spilled!” She punctuates the anguish in her tone by pounding in you harder, rocking both of you and the entire length of the strap almost inside of you. 

The squelching and the slapping of skins reverberated in her room. You felt dirty and guilty, knowing it was the place where parts of Sam’s empire were laid tactfully. Though, you fucking loved every second of it. It felt that it was a Cathedral and all you knew was to worship and moan Sam’s name — until every fiber of your being occupied nothing but her.

Your ragged breathing and continuous moans were interrupted with Sam grabbing you by the cheek again. Her brown eyes were pierced into your drunk ones. “I love you. Nothing’s going to wreck that. Not even the slightest.”

This was a real woman in front of you, unashamed to tell the tales of how far she was willing to go for you. You never had that in your life – until her, your Sammy. So, you gratefully nod, your heart felt as though it was going to burst in hopes that your eyes could convey how the feeling was mutual.

It should be disgusting but you can’t help but gush more at the stretch even while in Sam’s morbid monologue. “And I’m here, fucking you with my cock senselessly. Do you like being put in this situation? You have no shame, amor. That’s why we fit perfectly,” She grabbed you by your jaw, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes! Fuck, yes!” You wail as the phallic inside of you feels too vivid against your walls. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head. The shame burned your insides but oh so satisfyingly. “I-I love it!”

“You do, don’t you? This is what you deserve. Goodness and me. Your partner didn’t even cry out for you, they cried out for Marly, the bitch from work that they cheated on you with. Don’t worry mi amor, I’ll gut her next for ever hurting you like this…” The huff and panting of Sam’s eagerness had overpowered the internal dilemma growing out of you. It cemented your mind on one thing; you were hurt, but Sam has once again swooped in to rescue you. 

Marly was soon history as Grace was. You couldn’t believe your mother figure had disposed of you just the same.

“You’re always there for m-me… ‘could never doubt you, Sammy,” You choked in moans and felt Sam’s breath ghost to your bare neck. “I-I love you,”

Reeling back to full pleasure, you’ve easily taken it in, both Sam’s strap and the new life you were in. You might as well accept it – take it wholly – no matter how much red is drowned in Sam’s ledger. And Sam? The macabre beast melded inside of her and groaned in satisfaction. Your robe was halfway off, the nightgown almost ripped in half, revealing your skin and breasts that were painted with deep red and purple hues, as you’ve braved through a storm. More importantly, you took her with almost no hesitance and your pretty lips affirmed how much you loved her, even with Sam admitting her sick ways of keeping you both safe.

It made her feel worthy and on top of the fucking world. All of the blood and gruesome journey she has gone through — it was all for you and so, so worth it.

You wail underneath Sam’s relentless pounding that fueled her to thrust in varying angles to make your mind all fuzzy. You feel everything and then nothing all at once, completely spent as your orgasm crashed — the strap still buried inside of you. You were certain that Sam wanted it molded on your velvety walls until all it knew was her.

In your drifting-off state, Sam gently pulls back the robe on you and picks you up, carrying you against her front. You’re perched against the crook of her neck and you want to giggle at her sidestepping, the bodyguards looking away from your sight as Sam is careful to not reveal your current state. It was proving to be a challenge not to moan and simply fuck yourself against the strap, as for some reason Sam kept it in. 

You thought it was the end as your girlfriend placed you on your shared bed until Sam fully unbuckled her then loose belt, and her trousers pool by her ankle. She’s bare for you, her blemishes and scars were open to you, and somewhat they made an appetizing touch to her perfectly carved body. Now you feel the familiar throbbing rising on your tummy once again and your thighs spasmed at the light strain it encountered from earlier activities. Sam deviously chuckled at your reaction and crawled her way on top of you.

“I wanted to return the favor…” You whispered against the shell of Sam’s ear, hands busying themselves on undoing the strap laced on her waist. “I need to have you in my mouth.”

Sam’s stomach visibly twitched at your words, her throat drying up at how they dripped with much desire, just for her. 

“Funny, because I was planning to eat you, too.” A tender kiss was pressed against your lips. Sam moved teasingly as her words did, affecting you greatly.

“We can do it at the same time, you know…”

Sam’s heart constricted at your suggestion. She would be stupid if she were to turn down your offer. Imagining you between her thighs and putting all of her will not to suffocate you? Sam grew wet. She twitched like a junky in need of a fix and her orbs were glazed with excitement and tenfold desire. Perhaps, Sam was rubbing off on you too much these days. 

“Fuck, you mean—?”

You timidly nod. “Yes. It’s a win-win situation for us, Sammy.”

You strip out of your useless clothes quickly. There was no use for it. Sam watches you as if she were hypnotized. How this woman has a nonstop carnal desire to take you at every moment possible was lost on you.

Getting into position was inevitably awkward. It was a new thing, both of you were testing the waters. But given Sam’s words of encouragement, the intimidation soon dissolved and it made you communicate better. In reverse positions, you were met with Sam’s long and toned thighs. Having the strong inner skin wrapped between your head was a daydream much as her face. You can smell her arousal vividly – one that was caused by none other than you – which had made pride surge wildly in your chest. Sam easily slid and handled your body towards her face. 

“You’re so wet…” Sam whispered as she peppered your thighs with soft kisses. Each contact had left you squirming and frenzy for more. “My pretty girl, have you imagined this for so long?”

You were too shy to admit it. 

Although it was very telling on Sam’s end, seeing your slick smeared. Her mouth watered. Soon it will be all over her face. She grabbed the back of your thighs and eagerly lapped on your wet folds, your cries of pleasure served as wonderful stimulation against her exposed cunt. Her tongue flattened up for good measure, Sam slid perfectly against you. Opposed to her confident moves, your movement was gentle and slow, as though you wanted to savor all of Sam’s fluids. This made your rhythm against hers messy and uncoordinated, but it was you so she didn’t mind.

Your cheeks were heated not only out of disbelief that this was happening, but also from the warmth that Sam emits – somehow that makes you flustered. While you’re lost in the haze of lust, Sam tries to be gentle with her thigh grip. However, as it grows tense and firm, it seemingly pulls out a moan from you that makes Sam weak in her knees.

You feel the tip of her tongue dip inside, as though Sam is curious to extract more – savoring the flavor on her tastebuds. The repeated motions continue with the relentless lapping of her tongue, muscle invasive and fast, almost slurping between. It was addicting, like seeing red, only with Sam’s stimulation and breath existing to reel you in further. You keep up and mimic her actions and soon you two find the groove, moving and grinding on each other’s body – mouths barely detaching from the waterfall of wetness. As happiness is meant to be consumed, you do it with such bliss, eyes closed.

Soon, both of you convulsed at the rush of release. Hurriedly, you lapped on Sam’s cum like it was the last thing you’ll ever drink. Sam was more brutal, and practically buried herself in your pussy until you had to push her away. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, both cunts were tender and as Sam did, your breath was heaving as well. A sheer sweat covered both of your bodies. Fuck, you can’t believe you’ve just done that.

This was fucking heaven.

Sam was the first to get up. You were spent and your clothes were gone, meant for replacement again. She giggled at your adorable sight, a chaste kiss laced with strong remnants of your taste greeted your mouth – ending it with you in her arms, lulled by Sam's heartbeat against your bare chest, and open-mouthed kisses on your tired jaw.

A triumphant smile makes its way to her devious features and whispers I love you against your forehead.

She has done it again. You barely knew what rattled you moments earlier, instead, your mind was filled with the woman and how you can’t live without her.

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[juletheghoul]

Ache

Gif by @userkeery

Authors note: It's 3:30am and I am posting Joel smut because just like all of you, that show ruined me. It's literally pwp because.. well you all saw it. lol. Hope you enjoy! (Thanks to my wife for literally talking me through this @foli-vora)

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, creampie, feelings? let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist

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He walked through the door with an air of determination, his mouth seeking out yours with pure purpose. He licked into it, barely giving you time to close the door behind him.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” Your words come out breathy, his passion flowing through him and now into you as you’re herded towards your couch.

“Been thinkin’ bout you all day, couldn’t wait to get here.” He punctuates his words by grabbing a meaty handful of your ass, low enough to pull the lips of your sex apart and it makes you gasp into his mouth. 

“Jesus Joel-“ he doesn’t let you finish, his tongue fills your mouth again and all you can do is try to keep up, your hands find the gap between his shirt and his jeans and you sweep your hands up the broad expanse of his back—lifting it up and off relishing the golden skin on display for you now. 

He grins and then your shirt is off and tossed onto the floor, your bra joins it soon after and within a few minutes you’re both naked and on your couch, mouths fused together, sharing the same panted breaths. 

“I missed you too.” You thread your fingers into his dark hair, guiding him towards your breast and he gifts you with a groan from deep in his throat, his tongue eager on the stiff bud of your nipple. 

He hums his acknowledgement onto your breast before moving to the other and his desperation is currently hard and weeping against your hip, sliding against your skin with every movement but he doesn’t get to it. Instead he keeps a steady suck at your nipple, moving from one to the other until you open your thighs underneath him, hoping he’ll slip in to soothe the aching emptiness he’s created.

“Come on baby, you gonna make me beg?” You tug at the dark waves of his hair, gasping when he lets your nipple go with a pop.

“I have half a mind to let you, love it when you beg.” He kissed your sternum quickly before grasping his cock in hand, giving himself a few strokes against the slick pooled at your entrance. “You think she’s ready for me?” He bites his lip, drunk on the way your hips tilt up to help him. 

“Yes Joel, put it in already.” He laughs at your tone, his dark eyes lively and lust blown.

“Yes ma’am.” He slides in with a moan. The smile morphs into something almost unfocused as he pumps himself slowly in and out, coating himself in your liquid heat before he speeds up. 

The stretch of him is exquisite.

You’d thought about him all day, waited with baited breath from the moment he’d called during his break, knowing he’d have you wet and mewling for him just like he always does and yet this is so much better than your daydream. It’s always better.

He shifts, kneeling on the couch and pulling your hips up with him. His big, calloused hands hold onto your hips with a grip hard enough to bruise but it doesn’t matter because his cock is pressing up against something sacred, something that makes your eyes roll back, something that lights a fire in the base of your spine. And then it strikes like lightning, a scream and a wet clench and you're falling off the cliff.

“You’re not even gonna make me work for it huh?” He’s triumphant, proud of the way he’s made you see stars but it’s not enough for him, he speeds up, fucks you through your climax and just when you think you might pass out he’s pulling you up to wrap your arms around his neck, grinding his come deep. 

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Your hands slide across the smooth skin of his back, enjoying the press of his lips in the crook of your neck. Your legs are tangled up together, a rare cool breeze envelops you both as you catch your breath and savor the afterglow. 

“Where’s Sarah today?” You press the tips of your fingers into the knots of his shoulders, wanting to take some of the pain he complains about away.

“She’s at—oh, fuck that’s nice—the Adlers, Jesus Christ, right there-“ he winces but leans into it, letting you work the ache away. “I should get goin’ soon.” 

“Am I ever gonna meet her?” It’s not an uncomfortable question, with the way things were going between the two of you it was only a matter of time.

“Actually, yes. My birthday’s comin’ up. Thought it would be nice if you came over then. You can meet my shithead brother Tommy too.” He pressed a kiss to your jaw, moving to find your mouth again before he inevitably had to go.

“I’d love to.” 

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[neill-san]

Stacking Donuts I

Getou Suguru x F!Reader

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Food Play, Oral Sex, Chocolate Syrup, Donuts, Cum Swallowing, Body Worship, Improper Use Of Food, I have no regrets

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The room was dimly lit with nothing but the moon shining in through the window and the lamp on the bedside table. The familiar sight of the sparsely decorated room was a welcome sight to you as you made yourself at home setting the box in your hands on the table. The bed was neatly put together and smelled just like your beloved, filling your lungs and warming your heart. Your innocent little request from weeks ago was likely long forgotten by him, but you made sure to remember. Suguru was going to arrive at his dorm soon and you couldn't wait. The anticipation was almost enough to have you pacing the room. The sweet sugary scent wafting from the box you brought in, didn't help matters. You were tempted to indulge in the sugary treats you'd brought, but you remained strong, waiting for him to arrive.

Arrive he did, in what felt like an eternity for you, but was far less. The sliding of the door pulled you out of your thoughts, calling your attention to the man of the hour.  "Oh, (name). I wasn't expecting you," He comments, pulling you into his arms to bury his face in your hair. A tired sigh fell from his pretty lips, the result of a long day protecting the innocent. "Suguru," You call, breaking the tranquil silence that had enveloped the room. He turns his tired but adoring eyes to you, his grip on your waist loosens and you take the opportunity to nudge him to sit on the bed, "I wanted to try something with you."

Suguru raises a brow, "Do tell, darling," he says, watching as you move toward the box he hadn't seen before. There was anticipation in your every move and a hunger in your eyes, when you turned back towards him, that he recognized well. He leaned back on his bed to watch you through sharp half-lidded eyes. You placed the box on the bed next to him and opened it to reveal the glazed treats inside. The amused smirk on his face didn't falter, nor did he say anything as you got on your knees in between his spread legs, your eyes expressing more than words ever could. Suguru looked between the contents of the box and your hungry hopeful gaze, arousal. He chuckles softly, "Who am I to deny you, doll?"

You slide your hands up his clothed thighs, feeling the tense muscles underneath. With deft hands, you massaged him through his baggy uniform pants. A warm firmness responded to your deliberate enticement, it pulsated with inviting warmth, but despite the growing ache between your legs, you were on a mission. You wrapped your hand around the clothed firmness massaging it with tight firm strokes. Your other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense and spasm under your loving touch. Playfully you walked your fingertips up to the hem of his pants, adoring the way his breathing picked up and his skin flushed a pretty rose. His cock stood tall and proud when you freed it from its confines. Suguru was always a sight to behold, sculpted by the hands of the heavens themselves, keeping you wholly entranced. The day you met him is still very much engraved in your mind, and you'd never go back to a world without him. You met his pretty purple eyes with your playful gaze, your lips pressed softly against his length. You gripped what you could of the base of his impressive girth, while your other hand dipped into the box of sweet treats, grasping one with careful fingers. You chuckled to yourself when you felt him twitch once the cool glazed icing made contact with the head of his cock. The hole of the donut was a bit smaller, but it didn't matter if the donut got squished. The slide down to his base was made smoother by the sugary glaze that left its translucent residue behind. You were tempted to lick it clean, from head to base but it would have to wait, despite the way your body ached for it. 

Suguru watched you with amused arousal until the box was halfway empty and there wasn't any space left to stack more. Their glaze glistened under the soft shine of moonlight and you couldn't wait a second longer to dig in. You pressed your lips to the first one, parting them to take a bite, you held the tower of donuts steady with your hands and kept eye contact with your mischievous lover. Sweetness filled your senses; a high of sugary euphoria bloomed from your tastebuds as you licked off the excess glaze from his throbbing cock. The prominent vein that ran down his cock pulsed with need and you traced what you could with your tongue, riling him up even further. You steadily made your way through the first donut, taking your time to savor it all while pushing Suguru to his wit's end. His hands gripped the sheets with the harshness of desperate want, minuscule trembles rocked his body. The head of his pulsing cock was free, leaking profusely onto the treats still encasing the rest of the girth, "Fuck...  my love, you're being quite devilish today," he purred, a guttural sound full of lust and want. 

You couldn't help but think he looked divine under the loving gaze of the moon, flushed a pretty rosy hue, and his hair spilling messily from its bun; inky tendrils cradling and sticking to sweaty skin. The second treat was quick to go, exposing more of his sensitive cock to the cool air of the night. You pressed a kiss to the glistening pudgy head, before taking him in your mouth. With the second donut gone, you had more space to play with, using your deft tongue, you wrapped what you could around the head and bobbed your head, coaxing noises from him you'd never heard before. He was quickly coming undone under your fervent attention and you could feel the way he throbbed on your tongue and the cute jerks of his hips as he tried to keep himself under control. You could spend all night driving him mad, feeling him on your tongue, and savoring the weight and warmth on your tongue. In your impatience, you broke off the third donut, squishing it around his girth and sliding it off; its sugary glaze leaving its pretty mark. 

His weeping length was enveloped once again in the warmth of your mouth as you licked him clean. Loud sloppy slurps sounded twice as loud in the solitude of his dorm room. You were making a mess of yourself in making a mess of him, but you couldn't care less as sugar melted against your tongue mixing with the taste of him. You swallowed greedily, delighting in the way his voice rose in volume, clinging onto the ledge with a snapping rope. Your upper lip met with the top of the remaining treats and the rope gave way. Suguru groaned loudly, sounding almost pained as he flooded your mouth with his cum. Decorating your tongue and throat with his own special icing. You pulled off quickly to watch the way his treat dribbled down onto the remaining treats, but you were sure to swallow what had landed on your tongue, a dessert all in of itself. Suguru was attempting to catch his breath, his pretty eyes were closed as he came down from his high, but you weren't done with him. His cock was still standing proud and there were freshly coated treats you were keen on tasting. 

"Oh-! W-Wait!" Suguru pleaded breathlessly, but it was for naught as you dove in for another taste, harshly gripping his oversensitive cock as you bit into the remaining desserts. The half-tower of freshly coated delights was destroyed in no time, ruins of the structure were all that remained, but you had more up your sleeve to finish off what remained.  "Hhgnh!- W-What are- oh-... " Suguru cracked an eye open at the sudden cool dripping sensation on his stomach. He met the cheeky lust-filled look in your eyes as you squeezed chocolate syrup onto him. The bottle seemed new and he suspected you bought it for this moment. You squirted a generous amount onto his cock, letting it drip onto the ground unconcerned. The bottle closed with a click and was tossed aside; your greedy mouth moved to finish off the ruins of the donut tower. You licked and nipped at the syrup-coated skin, getting your fill of the new mix of flavors.  You pumped his girth roughly, making a mess of his weeping cock and the syrup. You lathered his abdomen and balls with delicious attention, using your tongue to lick him clean. Suguru felt he'd go cross-eyed, the way his eyes rolled back, overwhelmed with your fervent attention. His body was warm like a dessert fresh out of the oven. His skin was glossy like butter-coated bread; sweat dribbled down his chin. He was on cotton candy clouds, sinking into the sinful delight of its sweetness. He was being devoured so wholly, an onslaught of sensations just like one would experience when drowned in caloric ecstasy. Like a sugar rush, his body surged with pleasure and despite his best efforts, he couldn't bite back the impending explosive euphoria.  He slammed a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream as his cock pulsed. He couldn't see the way his cum coated your pretty face, like the final layer on a cake, you were painted in translucent white. The residual syrup coating your lips and smudged on your cheeks made for a lovely contrast with your fresh coating. Your spit connected your chocolate-coated lips with his spent cock, and dribbled down your chin as well. You'd partaken in a delicacy tonight that you were determined to have again.   

[stargirlsmooch]

feel better

dbf!ari levinson x fem!reader drabble

when you show up at his door in tears, ari cheers you up in the only way he knows how: sitting you on his lap and pleasing you. angst + smut + fluff. 18+ 981 words.

The car came to a rolling stop, the wheels dragging against the gravel as you pulled up outside his house with tears streaming down your make-up-free face. Your violent emotions weren’t showing any signs of stopping, ever since you had seen those messages on her phone, you hadn’t stopped crying.

Your best friend and your crush.

She had handed you her phone after the party, telling you to use hers to call an uber when yours was out of battery. And that’s when you had seen it, the abundance of texts between her and the guy you had been infatuated with since school. So when sadness started to build in your eyes and you felt the first pricks of tears, you ordered a taxi for yourself.

Ari’s house was the only place you wanted to be, you wanted to feel that closeness again that you had felt all the other times when he had wiped your tears away and enveloped your body in his arms. Whenever you were feeling slightly out of sorts you would run straight to Ari, seeking the comfort only he could give you.

Knocking on the door, you wrapped your coat tighter around you, the rain hitting against your shoulders as you tried to huddle under the porch. He came soon after you knocked, sliding his hand around your back and pulling you into his home with a gentle tenderness, taking your jacket from you and putting it away.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked, sweeping the hair back away from your face and taking your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs kissing the tears away. Ari pulled you into his living room, sitting down in his armchair by the fire before pulling you into his lap, his palms finding their new place on your thighs.

“It’s stupid, Ari.” You whispered, stroking his knuckles with your fingertips and kissing the soft skin of his neck.

“Nothing is stupid if it’s made you cry.” 

You stayed silent, leaning into his warmth even more as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead and telling you that it would all be okay.

It didn’t feel like it would be okay, it felt like you would have this perpetual stabbing ache in your chest forever, but you knew Ari was right and that you had to rationalise the situation. Hopefully, in a few days, your mind will be on something else and you could continue on in your life with ease. 

This is why you needed Ari: he always managed to unjumble your messy mind with his mere presence, letting you take your time to come back down to earth. He had been in your life for as long as you could remember, acting as your rock whenever someone had put you down and vowing to never say a word to your over-protective father, his bestfriend. 

“Sweet girl, you gonna tell Daddy?” He urged again, nudging your cheek with his nose, as your body slackened against him even more. You couldn’t describe the feelings that surged through you when he used his title, establishing his dominance over you.

“Don’t wanna.” You huffed, looking up at him with innocent eyes that you knew would get you what you wanted- you didn’t want to even mention what had happened, just sit happily in Ari’s arms.

“Okay, sweetness. Should we try and get your mind off of it?” 

“Mhm.”

With that, Ari lifted up the front of your tight white skirt, revealing your cotton panties and the little wet patch that marked them. He pressed his thumb on your clothed clit, rubbing it in gentle circles with a deep pressure, pushing you to whimper and beg, as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric.

The feel of your soft folds against his fingers made him release a gruff moan against the side of your head, his eyes trained on your squirming lower half as you tried to rid yourself of your underwear. 

When they were finally on the floor, your opened your legs wider for your Daddy, placing one foot on the floor whilst the other was left hanging over the arm of the chair. You bunched your skirt up around your tummy, desperate to see the sweet torture that Ari was about to put you through. 

He teased your leaking hole open with one finger, gently opening you up until you were a little hopeless mess in his hands, your sugary cream coating your pussy.

“Fingers please, Daddy.” You begged quietly, cupping the back of Ari’s neck with your left hand as you leaned up for a delicate kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip and adorably sucking on his tongue. 

He granted your wish immediately, slipping two thick fingers inside and laughing at the silent scream that escaped you. Ari didn’t move his fingers, he only buried them to the hilt and watched as you thrust yourself on them, sucking them in so they fit snuggly inside you.

“That’s it, sweetie. Look so pretty when you’re like this, don’t you?” Ari bit on your earlobe as he let you use him, slowly getting yourself off until you were so close. But, after a while, you got tired, and resorted to grabbing Ari’s wrist and using his hand like a toy, driving his fingers inside of you. As you kept your hips still. 

“Please can you play with my clit, Daddy?” You asked, using both of your smaller hands to keep up the deep plunges into your sopping hole. 

Instead of just rubbing your swollen button, Ari took full control: pinching your little clit in between his fingers whilst he thrusted the other ones in and out of you, deeper and harder until you finished all over his thighs.

“Oh, Daddy…” You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as cum leaked out of you. 

“You feel better, sweet girl?” 

[searchingforplanes]

Lay, lady, lay

WC: 1.6k

Notes: Ancient fluffy-ish blurb from my google docs. Just a simple Sunday morning crumb.

TW: typos, curse words?, mention of pills?, me being repetitive and using song lyrics as endings and titles because I don't own one single ounce of creativity nor talent

‘Matty, can you grab my meds for me, please?’

You scrunch your nose at the sound of your groggy morning voice, cursing the pollen that’s been filling the newly warm spring air and, consequently, blocking your sinuses and keeping you awake all night. 

Fucking allergies. 

Your boyfriend just hums in response on the other side of the bed, eyes glued to his phone while he numbly scrolls away, barely registering that you’re talking to him. You turn your head to take a better look at him: sleepy eyes, messy ringlets, pouty lips, long sideburns and, dulcis in fundo, his slightly hairy chest peeking out from the duvet. 

If your relationship was happening in a fairytale, despite gender stereotypes, right now you would be the evil ogre and him the princess in distress kept captive in your tower, guarded by dragons and whatnot. You don’t even need a mirror to confirm your theory, sleeping beauty by your side looking like a proper snack at eight in the morning while you feel like a truck just ran you over. Prince charming, in this case, must be the sun: the same soft rays that are burning your retinas seem to only caress him in a shower of light, gently tracing the slope of his nose and making his glossy curls glimmer.

You grunt, turning to lay on your tummy and firmly planting your face on your pillow, praying for it to swallow you and keep you there, in the valley of soft feathers and comforters or wherever pillows come from.

The fact that you're thinking about fantasy worlds for the second time in a row since you’ve woken up it’s a clear indicator of how bad of a few hours of sleep you got and how you have a whole lot of creative dreaming to catch up on. You need meds.

Matty’s weak attention span has already faded when you try to gently nudge his leg with your feet, startling him. He turns to finally look at you, putting his phone on the nightstand.

‘Are you trying to suffocate yourself?’ The smirk he’s so obviously sporting makes you want to slap him right across the face. You raise your head just slightly to try and set him on fire with your glance, but the result is poor: Matty full on laugh at the sight of your tired eyes, failing at your attempt to appear threatening. You let your head fall back on the pillow in defeat, mumbling about how bad of a boyfriend he is. 

‘Aw baby, don’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault you’re just adorable with that red nose of yours. Did you escape from Santa Claus’ barn? ’

That was the ultimate dick move. Realising you’re not in the mood for jokes he tries to apologise, scooting towards your side of the bed to envelope you, but you keep your distance, sliding blindly to the edge of the mattress, as far away from him as possible. 

Until you feel nothing underneath you. 

You land on the floor with a thud almost as loud as to grant you a knock on the door from your angry neighbours, but the sound of your failure is soon replaced by the grunts of your boyfriend who’s apparently trying really hard to stop himself from laughing at you. 

Dickhead.

While you wait for him to come and rescue you, because of course he has to laugh in your face just for a moment longer, you start plotting your revenge. Maybe you should just grab one of his ankles and sweep him off his feet, but then again, who’s gonna pick you up with his dead weight upon you? The plan is unviable.

He crouches beside your limp body before you can even attempt to find a plan B, looking down at you with a faint smile until he decides that the time for pity has finally come. He circles your torso with his arms, raising you from the ground until you’re flush against him and your hands are gripping his neck. He then pats the sides of your thighs, inviting you to place them on his hips and you oblige, defeated, the pain in your back overpowering the need to ignore him. For now, at least. 

Comfortable in his arms, you decide to nuzzle against his neck, ignoring the destination of this little walk until the cold marble of the kitchen counter bites the naked skin of your legs. He has strategically placed you between the kettle and the fridge, you notice, the perfect spot to smooch you in between the steps of preparing breakfast. He does this often, especially when in trouble and desperate for your forgiveness. The bastard knows how to make you soft.

You accept the first sweet kiss to your nose with a grunt, involuntarily starting to warm up to him. He then starts the little routine of his, walking between the two appliances an unnecessary amount of times, purposefully avoiding multitasking to kiss you over and over.

He fills up the kettle, smooch. He takes the butter out of the fridge, smooch. He reaches for two mugs in the cupboard above the steaming appliance, smooch. He goes back to retrieve the milk, smooch.

And then his absolute favourite: toast. He grins like a kid walking back to you with the slices of bread in his hands and you roll his eyes, but you let him have his moment.

‘May I?’

You barely nod, his arms reaching behind your back to place the slices inside the toaster, which is conveniently located behind your back. His torso leans over you in the action, one hand, now empty, coming to your waist while the other turns the lever to the highest setting, just to make sure he has time to get his way with you before having to return to chef duty. 

He smirks before crushing his lips on yours, forceful and bold, his other hand coming around and gripping the thin material of your shirt over your ribcage. He tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue coming out to graze at your lower lip but you physically have to push him off you. Before Matty can even ask what’s wrong you break into a fit of coughs, and it’s like a lightbulb switches on over his head. He places his hands on the counter on either side of your legs and looks at you sweetly. 

‘You out of breath already? Did the allergies get to you?’ 

You mumble in affirmation, your throat too sore to try and speak and curse him out for his lack of attention before. The toaster goes off, triggering Matty to finish his little routine, buttering the toast and tossing the teabags before placing the meal on the kitchen island. 

‘Go eat, I’ll take your pills’ 

You oblige, watching your boyfriend’s boxer-cladded rear make his way to the master bedroom. You munch on breakfast while listening to the screeching sound of the bathroom drawers being opened and almost certainly getting messed up with Matty’s frantic research. 

He returns a couple minutes later with a triumphant look on his face, swinging the blister pack in the air like a trophy. 

‘Open up’

You stick your tongue out and he places the medicine on your tongue, letting it dissolve until the bitter taste fills up your mouth. You take the glass of water Matty slides over to you, raising the corners of your lips in an appreciative smile. He smiles right back and as best as he can, considering he’s stuffed his mouth like a squirrel to catch up with you on his toast. 

‘Can we go back to bed after this? I don’t think I can manage my eyelids being open for much more’  

He grins at this, swallowing hard and reaching for his tea to down it as fast as possible, the prospect of spending the cosy sunday morning under the duvet with you much more appealing than any other plan. So much so that he almost burns his tongue with the hot liquid, eager to answer you. 

‘I’m all yours, darling’

And he is. A perfect Adonis draped on the pillows, still half naked, with burning hot skin that smells like sandalwood, all yours, trapped under the weight of your head on his bare chest. Your ear is pressed against his ribcage, listening to the rhythm of his heart, a deep, constant beat that sounds like it was pulled out from one of his songs. 

‘I’m sorry for earlier, I was kind of a douche’ Matty whispers mere centimetres from your ear.

‘You were, but you can make up for it’ 

He wiggles a bit under the covers, impatient to hear your request.

‘Stay still and sing me to sleep, will you?’ You stifle a yawn right after and you flutter your eyelids close. Finally, your breathing evens out.

‘Sure thing, princess. Any requests?’’ 

‘Blue sunday’ You answer. It’s an unintelligible mumble, but he knows you too well to not expect it. 

So he begins to card his fingers in your hair, alternating scratching at your scalp with tracings of your neck. His voice breaks the silence in the sweetest melody: 

I found my own true love was 

On a blue Sunday

She looked at me and told me

I was the only 

One in the world

Now I have found my girl

My girl awaits for me in tender time

My girl is mine

She is the world

She is my girl

His arms tighten around you as the lyrics reach the end. Content floods your body, you can finally sleep peacefully.

[busycucumbermelon]

Hiding spot

Vampire x reader

Warnings: overbearing, jealousy, mentions of sex , tell me if there’s more 

They love you more than anything, even when the love turns toxic, even when you never wanted it to begin in. God forbid anyone does you wrong 

You are standing in front of a stove, where carrots, broccoli, noodles, Alfredo sauce, and chopped chicken lie before you. It's something you used to enjoy at the Academy. They mostly served it because it was nutritious and kept you in a good mood. The small house you're in may not compare to the spacious castle you live in, but right now, it's the only thing you wish to focus on.

The door shook with the steady knock that reverberated through the walls. Usually the siblings would just barge in as if entitled to your space, and yet here you were facing the unknown. The castle may have been stripped away, giving you time to cool off, but you still felt the lack of control, of agency. That knock was a reminder of your powerlessness.

You didn't like everything that came with being their "pet." You liked the attention, really, but something still felt off. They said "pet" in an affectionate tone and their eyes were filled with pure adoration. Yet you knew that this wasn't a good thing. Your family used the same term, and it wasn't meant positively.

They might not have treated you the same as your family, but in subtle ways, the abuse was similar. Your family threw buckets of dirty water, threw things, and criticized everything you did. You cleaned every nook and cranny, cooked all the meals, but they never felt you did enough and believed it was all an excuse for attention-seeking. While the siblings were quite different in their treatment, they still acted as if you were perfect and if anyone disagreed, they were committing a crime because you, their pet, were infallible. They put you in new, beautiful places, kept you close to them, but still utilized that same word, "pet," just like your mother and sister would mock you when they saw you cleaning. You felt as if you were being mocked for your effort, and this still stung you to this day.

Perhaps it was so overwhelming due to your lack of exposure to true affection. Or maybe it was rooted in the Academy training. Each night you'd be in bed with one of them, in their lap or placed somewhere to be painted. While it was beautiful, you knew that it wasn't appropriate. You could sense the servants' disdain, which reinforced the fact that you were in the wrong—that you were attention-seeking and seeking something you shouldn't.

Another sharp knock at the door startled you out of your contemplation, along with the sound of a window sliding open. You turned your gaze toward Silas, unsure of why he was here, and why he entered through the window. As you tried to make sense of the situation, another thought occurred to you: if Silas was here, who was at the door? Perhaps krollien or milmira, or maybe one of the other siblings.

Silas walks closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. “Mhm, what are you eating, darling?” he remarks as he nuzzles his head into your neck. His questions remind you that you are cooking, but your anger still persists, aimed at him and the others. His presence is so comforting, his body firm against your back; his tattooed arms squeeze you tightly. He missed you deeply, not that he ever expressed such things, especially after only a brief separation.

You know you can't get out of his arms, but you remain cold and aloof, choosing not to respond to his question. As you turn off the burner and silence envelops the room, he expects you to turn your gaze upon him. Instead, you fix your eyes forward, staring straight ahead, remaining in your stoic state. "Why are you mad at me?" Silas asks, pulling you close once more. He runs his hands underneath your shirt to feel your abdomen, his head tucked into your neck.

Silas grew increasingly resentful as he failed to grasp the reason for your anger, even as you continued to act distant and aloof. Frustrated, he grabbed a drink from the fridge and stormed off to the living room, leaving you to sort through your thoughts. You wiped your hands and approached the door, assuming another sibling was eavesdropping or trying to intrude. Yet, there was no second knock, only the deafening silence of your tense and uncomfortable surroundings.

Before you could grasp the doorknob, someone pulled you back into their embrace, turning you to face them. krollien stared at you silently and said nothing. Unlike Silas, krollien would readily grovel for your goodwill, realizing that, while he wasn’t initially responsible for your distress, he was complicit in the actions of his loyal servant. He is aware that his servant stole your space; hence your choice to retreat to an abandoned house rather than stay and endure their presence.

krollien nuzzled his face into your neck, covering your face with kisses and muttering apologies. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't know my servant would do that. I'm sorry, baby, I know you need that space to yourself," he said. His apology was sweet and caring, but it didn't negate the hurt that Jesse's actions caused. Although Jesse had never been particularly fond of you, you never believed she would take such drastic action. This incident has left you unsettled and uneasy, knowing that she is capable of such vicious retaliation.

You felt as though perhaps your thoughts were unfair, bringing a hint of doubt into your mind. However, when you meet his gaze, the seed of doubt blossoms into realization. Despite you having access to several rooms throughout the home, they still didn’t allow you a single spot that was actually yours. The siblings had even furnished this house for you; you’d mentioned it in passing once, merely joking that you'd make out with whoever furnished your personal space. You had no idea they'd take it so seriously. But it’s not like you use it. Even though the family provides many places you could retreat to for solitude, there are still problems with this setup. They usually refuse to let you stay so far from the castle, and they always interrupt you or tease you for taking time to yourself and decompress in the castle making you think back to the previous day and Jesse's actions.

Today was your day with lilybet as usual. She was going for her nightly sparring session with one of her favorite servants, this was one of the only times you could sneak off to your little hiding spot. You didn’t notice, but all of the siblings had slowly started working in at least one hour, letting you have time alone in your private area.

A lovely cat, from the library, had once recommended a few books to you. One was a romance and two were fantasy. He'd usually just leave them on the floor in your little hiding spot. He was the one person in the castle, whom you had trusted enough to tell about your personal space. He was very honored and proud, that you had let him know about your precious hideaway.

Sometimes, when you forgot to close the curtain on it, he would. And he would also, occasionally tidy up after you.

Today was just like any other. lilybet left for her training just five minutes later and you made your way down to the library. The library's golden glow, provided by the sunlight outside, was warm, welcoming and gentle. Their mother had stayed on a traditional vampire cycle of sleeping during the day but the rest of the siblings had moved their schedules to something that was more common for human beings. This meant they could go out places with you more often.

There were large, long tables on one side of the library, with black bookshelves lining the back walls.The other side of the library, was double the height. Ladders leaning against the walls and a set of black wheels attached to the wall allowed Luke, the head librarian, and the only person who knew about your hiding spot to move around the sections faster.

Columns separated the middle sections and a large wooden desk sat, right by the door. A soft rug sat in the center, the perfect environment for a relaxed reading session. You quickly waved at Luke, and headed towards your personal haven.

Luke waved happily to you, his glasses resting comfortably atop the tip of his nose. The golden frames glimmered beneath the overhead lights and Luke's soft, weak voice called out to you.

"Oh, it's always a pleasure to see you. I hope you enjoy the books I got you," Luke said, always happy to share new books, yet not everyone appreciated it like you did.

You had fairy lights in your little haven. He'd always set them as your favourite colour, however when visitors came to get you, he would flash them red or turn them off.

Luke would often stall for you when visitors came to seek your company, chatting with them about a random topic, to throw them off track. He never outright lied, never actually revealing where your little hiding place was.

He was happy to have someone to talk to, even if he didn't really understand your trials and tribulations fully. It was nice having this small arrangement between the two of you, where he could keep you company in the vast library. Demi humans and other head servants often passed through, but you were different. Like a little sister that needed protecting.

Luke, the head librarian, was the main reason why you really felt like the staff was becoming used to you. They even seemed to like your company. Many of them felt bad for your unfortunate situation. It was no surprise that the siblings were constantly at each other's throats, now, even more so than before, as they argued purely about you. All the arguments they had, still included you, as everything seemed to revolve around you and your existence.

Even if you had better understanding of all the intricacies of what was happening in the castle, with the siblings constantly at each other's throats, solely because of their undying love for you, it wouldn't have made matters more easy.

Silas had forgotten to give you that one hour where you could slip away to the library and was preoccupied, doing something else entirely. He had been too burdened to spare the time. He had been far more invested with painting a portrait of you, instead.

Silas sat in front of a large window, the expansive rose gardens in the distance. An array of numerous different flowers could just barely be seen from the window seal. He would make you pose in various ways for his painting, sometimes letting you up from your spot for lunch. He liked to make an impression. His sharp teeth would latch firmly onto your neck, leaving visible yet subtle marks on your body that his siblings could easily spot. The twins were out of town, which meant that Silas had more days with you alone. This was the reason you had been gone from the library for so long.

Jesse had grown used to spending time with her master, krollien . The peaceful moments were a welcome change from the constant arguing she normally had to endure. She often kept him too preoccupied to bicker with his brother. Sometimes she would withhold documents, just so that you could stay with Silas for longer. The twins being out of town had made that situation even easier. Jesse had gone to the library to acquire more books, that's when she noticed something.

As Jesse was perusing the history section of the library, she happened to glance upon a book, mixed in between all of the others. Its label could potentially have been mistaken for one on history, instead of a fantasy novel. Perhaps Luke, the head librarian, had been slipping up and not arranging the books as he was supposed to.

Jesse was a very devoted servant, she would have words with Luke later. She had a big interest in ensuring that her master could get whatever he wanted and needed without issue. She had no issues with her place as his servant, however she did have the realization that she wanted something more, something meaningful. Krollien’s actions frustrated her greatly and she despised that he enjoyed those squeals when he occasionally lost his temper. She was tired of it all.It was tiring for Jesse to consider how much krollien had loved you, without a second thought. She disliked how quickly his anger subsided when he laid eyes upon you, how he would often dig his claws forcefully into his desk, then remember that his brother had seized you for himself. He’d apologize to you and whisper in your ear when he was in a temper, gently biting into your neck. It was irritating for Jesse that he seemed to enjoy your discomfort, yet also apologized after.

Jesse remembered all the times when krollien focused his time and attention on her during the training process. The feelings of being cherished and adored had filled the servant with affection. She remembered when krollien would tell her to leave the room, only to return with you, trying to push him off and struggling against him, before he'd hold you in place, lips locked with your own. Jesse gripped the book harder and her hand quickly turning to put all the books back in their spot, hoping it would take her mind off of everything. Off of krollien

Jesse was supposed to acquire a selection of books for her master, placing them in their correct sections. As Jesse was putting the fantasy book back in its place on the back of a shelf, which received little attention, a curtain caught her attention. It was a relatively recent development and piqued her curiosity, so she cautiously peered inside. Jesse was absolutely enraged at the sight of everything she laid eyes on within the curtained area. It was filled with plush padding, a few pillows, string lights all around the edges and even a cup holder. An additional factor that infuriated Jesse was the inclusion of her master's hoodie. She recalled the day he sent her away for an entire night.

You lay across the bed, the sheets pulled half hazardously up to your waist. The hoodie looked disheveled, and hand prints were scattered along your hips. krollien had obviously become lost in his cravings and didn't bother to clean up the aftermath as properly as he should have. The evidence of his work was still left on your neck in the form of dark hickeys and the firm bite marks which still contained the slightest trace of dried blood. krollien was shirtless and busy, examining a few documents at his desk, going over what had riled him so drastically.

Christine ripped apart the pillows, cushions and fairy lights, furiously throwing them out of sight as she felt rage overtake her. Luke was enjoying his lunch with the other servants. This was something you suggested in an attempt to make him more social. Christine continued to tear into everything, except for the hoodie, which she hugged aggressively, her nails digging into its fabric. She could smell her master’s scent and your scent and it agitated her. She hated that your scent clung to the hoodie, it infuriated her beyond reason.

Christine stormed around the library with a newfound purpose, finding every book that was out of place and making sure to place it where it belonged. Every book’s cover was ruined by her nails, leaving very evident marks as she was furious. After a while, the shelf was completely full and she was panting, but at least she looked satisfied for now. The removed curtain no longer stood in the way of the secret shelf on the very bottom.Christine wiped off her skirt after completing her little project. Her master’s crest was visible, and she walked out of the library, content with her actions. There was no more hiding spot, no more spot for secrets. The library was back to the way it had been before you had arrived on those fateful grounds, a state that the servant considered to be perfection. At least that was what her own opinion was.

“Silas, stop!” You tried to speak between his endless kisses which were planted firmly along your neck. He whined against you, unwilling to stop his attention, no matter how much he wanted to. The thought of you spending time in the library was at the very back of his mind, he had to have a taste of you and make use of you as his canvas. He was the one who was at fault for poor planning, yet he couldn’t blame you. He couldn’t resist your mouth-watering blood , a fact that was both maddening and appealing.

Silas gave into your pleading and released his hold on you before moving away a bit. He rolled his eyes, clearly upset at the rejection but not one to waste time whining. He was interested in what you were reading, so he suggested you share it with him. You weren’t so eager to share, however, and insisted he let you go to the library alone. He agreed, but secretly planned on making you show him your hiding spot sometime in the future. He was smart and knew when to bide his time.

You were convinced that your secret hiding spot was, indeed, just that- a secret. The reality of the matter was quite different, as you were unaware of the fact that all the siblings had already discovered it previously and simply lied, so you could continue to enjoy the illusion of privacy. However, due to your paranoia, you were unable to feel completely at ease, and moved on to your special spot within the depths of one of the unused bookshelves.

The siblings had already uncovered your hiding spot, yet they continued to let you believe that it was secret, as they understood that you liked it that way. As you walked into the library, you took a brief, yet alert, look around. Nothing caught your eye, but the anxiety remained that a sibling may still enter and discover your hide-out. You didn’t want to stand out in the open any longer than necessary, especially without something to occupy yourself with. So far, nothing looked intriguing.

You were on your way to your usual safe space when everything that was once so comforting seemed gone. The curtains, the cushions, the fairy lights, the hiding spot… it was just a regular shelf now, no different than the rest, just filled with books. You panicked in the moment as your emotions swirled in an unsettling way. The thought of being discovered by one of the siblings struck terror into your heart. You rushed to the armory to settle your nerves, but the anxiety remained as you doubted it was Silas, nor could krollien have done such a thing either.

You'd slowed down to speedwalking, feeling your breath quicken, your body tighten, and the temptation grow to take deep breaths.

"Hi, love," lilybet had grasped you from behind, pulling you close to her as she'd just returned from one of her training sessions. She'd noticed your movement back down the hall, assuming that it meant you were attempting to escape yet again. After all, you hadn't seen her for several days and it appeared that you were once again eager to leave.

You had quickly turned to avert her, but your words were stilted and awkward. "The library, I um," was all you managed to squeak out. Lilybet offered a puzzled expression and inquired, "What about the library, dear? Do you want me to come along while

you pick out a new book?"

Tears pricked your eyes as the thought of having to divulge the location of

your hiding spot struck you. Since it no longer existed, it was all in vain anyway. As your thoughts quickly spiraled and the exhaustion of it all became apparent, you threw yourself into Lilybet's arms and buried your head against her. The sudden movement startled her, but she quickly drew you close and held you tightly, as though attempting to soothe your troubled mind.

Lilybet, who possessed superhuman physical capabilities, effortlessly lifted you as though you were a small child. She proceeded to walk you towards the library, where she intended to seek out the source of your distress and address it accordingly. Whether it would receive "proper attending to" or a harsh "punishment" was contingent on the nature of the offense, to which she was currently oblivious.

Lilybet walked over to one of the tables, setting you down in the chair. "Come on, love. I can't do anything unless you tell me what's wrong." Your eyes stayed on your hands, shaking in your lap, tears periodically dropping on your folded hands. Lilybet knelt down, rubbing up and down your calves with her head on your knee, silently pleading for you to look at her.

In some ways, Lilybet was the most lenient with you. She didn't mind if you weren't by her side all the time, as she had her own things to do as well. Sometimes you would get away, but she would also be the one to leave the most marks on you besides Silas. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad if she knew. Maybe she could figure it out after all. You had no clue, and you were not going to start asking around.

You slowly stood, walking to the back of the library. Lilybet’s hand was still in yours, clinging. She could almost forget that you were upset. Usually, you’d have to loose grips while holding any of their hands, but today, your nails were biting into her skin. This was a sweet, kind of pain, something she could get addicted to.

You stopped in front of your usual hiding spot. Your grip tightened on Lilybet, who immediately noticed the spot where you always run off to. Except there was simply books.

"Oh, love," Lilybet’s voice was almost teasing; she pulled you into her chest. "It's gonna be okay. We can put your spot back together and I'm sure we can figure out who those nail prints belong to," she offered comfort.

"Umm, krollien ," lilybet leaned against the door frame of his room. She knew this was going to be difficult, but it was best to regroup.

"Miss lilybet," Jesse bowed to lilybet, as krollien looked up from a few documents.

"Yes, sister?"

"So cut to the short-," krollien turned to lilybet.

"The human is mad and staying in that house by the village," he replied.

This caused Jesse to stifle a smile that pulled on her face, though she remained silent.

"Why what happened? Is it just because the schedule is mixed up? Did Silas do something?" lilybet shrugs; she wasn't sure herself.

She knew you liked your hiding spot but the fact that they hadn't told you that they knew, that she didn't think would make you upset.

"Well she may have figured out that we know her hiding spot and someone filled it in and she was very emotional. I'm not quite sure if Silas has anything to do with it. I just thought I'd let you know."

Jesse interrupted. "Master, I'm sure it's nothing. The human is being dramatic and she'll come back in a few days," she whispered the last part, a part of her really didn't want you to come back.

No, all of her didn't want you to come back.

lilybet looked up at Jesse from where her head was lodged back on the door frame, thinking about you. "You told her? why?"

"No, why would I tell her? Perhaps it was one of the other servants who just passed information along. After all, they’ve grown quite fond of her." lilybet looked up at her brother, nodding along, she didn’t have enough energy to question Jesse.

"I suppose you’re right, but that doesn’t explain who filled it in. They were mad, there’s claw marks in every single book," she pointed out to him.

"Personally, Jesse believes that the books should all be in the right spot. There's no need for nooks," she expressed, folding her arms over her chest.

krollien spins in his chair to face Jesse as lilybet sets off from her leaning position. "Jesse? Did you?". krollien interjected. "I swear if I find out you're the reason my love is mad at me now. Mad at all of us, right now, you will severely regret it," krollien concluded.

I didn’t know what else to put and I got really tired so this is all you get if you like it, let me know 

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth. 

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up. 

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.” 

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds. 

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.” 

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.” 

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?” 

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss. 

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

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Bad Day (Pedro Pascal)

Today is awful. Dreadful, even. Car is in the shop. Bombed an important job interview. Spilled coffee down the front of me, but at least on the bright side it was after the job interview, not before. The white blouse I'm wearing would say otherwise.

I drag myself down the sidewalk, ready to give up. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed to begin with. I thought today would be a perfect day because the sun is out, it's warm, and although I didn't have a car, it was good enough to weather to walk to my interview. None of it went as planned. Even the sun was giving up on me when it hid behind a dark, storm cloud. The world around me dimmed until it was grim and dreary. What's the worst thing that could happen to me? The sky open up?

A downpour of rain cascaded down and drenched me like a bucket of water was poured over the top of my head. All I could do was stand there on the sidewalk while the water soaked through my clothes and filled my heels. There's literally nothing worse that could happen right now.

A car passing by ran through a puddle and a fan of water sloshed me. It would have been more exciting if I was at a water park...

I continued to just stand there, pitifully, looking much like a drowned rat. If only there was a piece of wood around me that I could knock on.

Another car was approaching. I tense up and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting to be drenched again. I hear the car but it doesn't pass. I peak one eye open to see that the car has pulled up to the curb. It's a sporty, sleek black Audi. The tinted window rolls down to reveal a man wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes. He looks familiar. Short wispy hair covered his head, a band of patchy facial hair covering his chin and a groomed mustache above his upper lip. Older man, probably somewhere in his forties.

"Bad day?" He calls out from the drivers seat.

I hold my arms out to the side. "You can tell?"

He gives out a chuckle. "You look pitiful."

I stand there just taking the hits. Any other time I'd take offense to that kind of comment, but today it's true, and very difficult to deny.

"I'd like to offer you a ride if that's comfortable with you," he says.

The rain continues to pour down on me. At this point my clothes are completely soaked.

I reach down to the hem of my blouse and twist it up tight until water is forced out of the fibers and splattering onto the concrete to join the rain. "I'm drenched. I wouldn't want to ruin your leather seats."

He shakes his head. "I could care less."

I sigh and step off of the sidewalk and grip the door handle. A wave of warmth exited the car and enveloped me. I carefully sit down in the seat, steadily pull the heels off my feet and dump the water out of them before putting them back on and shutting the door.

The man carefully reaches across and aims the vents towards me. I know my manners but for some reason my throat closes up and I couldn't get a word out to even say 'thanks'. It was such a sweet gesture that I guess it took me aback.

Out of my peripheral I see him slide his sunglasses off and slip them into an above compartment specifically for glasses. "You let me know if you need me to turn the heat up," he says.

I wanted to see him without his sunglasses, so I took this as a good opportunity to turn my head towards him. Nearly at the same time he turns his head too, revealing a pair of chocolate brown eyes. They look kind and warm. I suddenly feel safe. A man with those kind of eyes couldn't harm a fly.

"You look awfully cold." He pulls his black sweatshirt off to reveal a purple Lakers t-shirt underneath and then hands me the sweatshirt. "You can put it on or lay it on your lap like a blanket, whatever-whatever you want, really." His slight stutter led me to assume he was feeling nervous, especially when he shifts in his seat after.

"Thank you." I look down to see that my white blouse practically looks transparent, showing the outlines of my white bra. Either I genuinely look cold or he offered me to put his sweatshirt on because my bra is obviously showing. I pull his sweatshirt over my head and my arms through the sleeves. His body heat that lingered in the fibers transfers to my body. I shivered, my body attempting to warm itself, and I could feel tiny bumps rise to the surface of my skin.

"You wanna give me directions to your house?" He asks.

"You can just type it into your GPS," I say.

"Oh." He clicks on the touchpad screen and chooses the 'GPS' icon. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me logging it in here. But I promise to delete it when I drop you off."

I couldn't help but blush and grin at his sincerity but also the adorableness. He's so empathetic. I haven't met too many men that are.

I tell him my address and he types it into the GPS, but not before slipping on a pair of prescription glasses. I notice how they make him appear more sophisticated. Well, to an extent, because he's wearing a basketball t-shirt.

"Warming up?" He asks, shifting the car into drive. He does his head checks before pulling away from the curb.

I pull his sleeves over my hands and bunch the ends in my palms. "I'm getting there." There's a moment of silence besides the engine running and the rain pounding against the car. "I'm really sorry for maybe ruining your seats."

"Don't worry about it," he says and flashes me a warm smile. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"I like your name. Y/N."

We stop at a light. Traffic flowed as good as LA traffic flows.

"I'm Pedro." He turns his head to face me and I copy the motion. His cute little smile and his glasses made him look dorky, but in a good way. I couldn't help how the corners of my lips turned up.

Something about him appeared...celebrity-like. He looks like somebody's dad, but a famous dad, but also not a dad at all.

"Pedro." The words roll off my tongue and something in my brain lights up.

Pedro.

The light changes and now Pedro was focusing on the road rather than looking at me.

Traffic was slowly moving as drivers carefully maneuvered through the heavy rain. I observe my surroundings to figure out exactly where we are. My eyes scan the amount of traffic on both sides of the road but my eyes catch sight of something.

A billboard.

'The Last Of Us' spelled out in large, white block lettering. A young female character stood slightly turned to show a side profile of her face and an older male character, around Pedro's age, matched the position but stood opposite of her.

I look over at Pedro. He's still paying attention to the vehicles in front of him. I can't help but notice how his side profile matches exactly to the side profile of the male character on the Billboard.

There's no way a celebrity would pick anyone up off of the side of the road, right?

Pedro began to say something as the light changed and we were proceeding ahead, but when he did his phone started to go off in the console. I also notice a bottle of green juice sitting in the cup holder.

A name pops up on the screen of the car.

'Coco'.

He clicks the green bubble. "Hey, girly!"

"Hey, Pedro, I'm just calling to make sure you know to be here by 5, right? I've got some new products for your skin so the camera flashes don't pick up on too much glow, you know what I mean?" A woman's voice came over the speaker.

"Yeah, yeah! I gotcha! I'm just doing a quick run and I'll be there. This rain is terrible."

"That's what Nicole was telling me! I talked to her earlier. Said traffic is pretty gnarly too."

"It's moving for me. I'm surprised she's not there yet."

I sit awkwardly in the passenger, wondering what they're talking about. Clearly he's getting pictures taken and this woman on the other line is probably his stylist from the sounds of it.

"She's actually close now. But be sure you're back in time because the event starts at 7, and really 2 hours isn't much time for hair, skin, and dressing," Coco says.

"Gotcha! I'll let you know when I'm close," Pedro says.

"Great! I'll see you soon."

The phone call ends and the screen blinks to a Home Screen to show a line of most used apps, one of them being messages. Over 300 messages.

"I guess she knew better than to text you," I blurt out but immediately cover my mouth. "Okay, I didn't mean it to sound like that."

Pedro lets out a laugh. "Why do you say that?"

"I just see how many messages you have," I say.

He looks down at the screen and continues to laugh. It's more like a cackle. "Listen, I see the texts, I just call them. I don't really like texting. I'm old and I can't see the letters. I also have big thumbs." He takes one hand off of the wheel and shows off his thumb. He does have large thumbs.

I laugh with him. It would be hard not to because his is so contagious.

I have the urge to ask him if he's a celebrity but decide against it. He would probably pull off and drop me off in the rain. Maybe not. He seems too kind and soft.

Instead I ask him how his day is, and from there he goes on to tell me and eventually asks about mine. It turns into a deep conversation. Today was terrible and I hate everything right now. He validates that. Even though he was driving I still felt like the main focus. He remained attentive and invested. He's a good listener.

"Not all days are good days, but not all days are bad days. As plain as that sounds it's always resonated with me," he says, turning onto a familiar street. My apartment is only two miles down this street. Too bad our connection was going to come to an end soon.

"It means a lot, actually. This is just one bad day and plenty of good days ahead," I piggyback.

Pedro turns into the parking lot and stops at the entrance of the apartment complex. He sits back in his seat, lets his hands drop away from the steering wheel to rest on his thighs. He smiles at me. A very light-hearted smile too. "You are absolutely correct."

His doe eyes make me blush. He likes eye contact, but it makes me nervous, so I turn my head away to look out of the window at the apartment building. I give out a sigh and let my shoulders slouch.

"Well, I guess I should get inside and peel these sopping wet clothes off and get dressed in something comfy," I say.

I go to pull his sweatshirt off to give back but he stops me.

"You can keep it and return it later. It can give me an excuse to see you again," he says.

My brain fuzzes. "Oh, okay." Complete sentences are impossible in this moment.

"If that's okay. If you don't want to see me again then you can just throw the sweatshirt out. Or you can keep it. I don't know if you'd want to keep a strange man's shirt but—"

"Pedro," I giggle out.

He purses his lips shut and his cheeks bloom pink. Embarrassment. It's the first I've seen it on him since I got in the car. He clears his throat. "I talk too much."

"I need your number to let you know when to get your sweatshirt back."

He stares for a minute. "Right!" He grabs his phone out of the console and hands it to me. He didn't even unlock it for me.

I click the phone on to find that it doesn't need a passcode to get in. "Pedro, you need a password on this thing!"

"Passwords are for chumps!" He rolls his eyes.

I snort. "Passwords are for smart people."

"Exactly," he responds and it makes me laugh because he's so goofy.

I type in my number and send a text to my phone so I have his. I hand him back his phone. "I'll have mercy on your old eyes and give you a call when you can come by to get your shirt back."

"Ugh, please and thank you! You're the only one that gets it," he says and chuckles.

I open the car door and step out. It's only drizzling now.

"Thank you for driving me home, and just being a really kind person. It means a lot to me," I say.

He waves me off. "Get inside and get dry clothes on before you get sick!"

I shut the door but continue to stand there, so he rolls the window down.

"I'm not leaving until you're safe inside," he says, quirking an eyebrow at me.

And with that I spin around on my heel and walk inside.

[charthanry]

Liberating the Talented Mr. Gu

This is my first non-Bad Buddy post so feel free to scroll past. For I’m about to wax poetic (at length) on my latest obsession. Will attempt to keep this relatively spoiler free.

I just finished binge-watching My Liberation Notes and my ladies and my misters, this drama made me feel big, ginormous emotions. Feelings so large that they’re threatening to burst out of me if I don’t let them out. 

You know that feeling of consuming media and already missing it even though you’re still in the middle of experiencing it? Like, your heart is subconsciously preparing you for being without it. You want the episodes to both slow down so that you can savor while also wanting to find out what happens next. How seeing the opening credits envelops you like a warm embrace signaling that you’ve arrived home. This was one of those dramas for me. I haven’t felt this way since Bad Buddy ended, over a year ago. And not for nothing, but BBS inspired this entire Tumblr into existence so…. yeah.

This slice-of-life, character-driven, nearly-plotless drama was scripted for introverts like me. It trudges on at a snail’s pace with its audience urging it to hurry along and do something (insert meme of stick person poking at that thing to c’mon and do something interesting already). It puts the slow in slow burn, making all other slow burns feel like you were hit over the head at first impact. It’s sloooooowww. The characters walk slowly, they eat slowly, pour shots of soju slowly. Slow is the name of the game. Why hurry when you have no where else to be? Having said all this, what fueled my obsession was the show’s execution. Because oh boy, did this show execute.

I’ve never watched a drama quite like this one. Where the director lets a scene simply exist and breathe. Where the silence between characters is more revealing than the dialogue itself. The loudest parts in this drama were the quiet moments where the characters aren’t even looking at each other. How brave of the director to let the silence exist rather than fill it just because. The direction here is both evident yet clearly understated.

Bravo also to the incredible cinematography. Dull colors and muted tones set the atmosphere because this drama was an entire MOOD. We have close ups of subway hand hold straps, we see condensation sweating off of glassware, we feel the seasonal changes as the chill of impending winter seeps into the bones of the characters. We hear the gravel underneath plodding feet and the sliding of doors open and shut when a character reaches their destination. Who knew that the sound of two bottles of soju clinking against each other while inside a black plastic bag can be both deafening and most welcoming. How characters come together for a meal and all that can be heard is the scraping of utensils and chewing. The silence is palpable as everyone is just trying to get through a meal while fighting individual battles of brokenness.

This drama is a visual and audio feast.

The scenery is its own, living and breathing entity. We have a countryside village with fields of greens and uneven pathways of dirt that take our characters away and back home again. Rinse and repeat. We have strong gusts of wind rustling through the trees and ruffling the sheets and garments hanging dry on makeshift clotheslines. The sounds of cloyingly humid nights where you can just hear how muggy and hot it is—all of this juxtaposed by the noise and brightness of Seoul, the supposed defining mecca for success in life. 

The countless unpacking of delicious metaphors left to viewer interpretation. Underlining that the best stories are still ones that are shown and not told. How a pack of wild, roaming dogs are metaphors for freedom and imprisonment. How the subway serves as the division between the land of the living and those merely surviving. How the buzzing of an incoming text is a long held lifeline.

But more than any of this? This drama gave us the talented Mr. Gu portrayed by the incomparable Son Soek Koo.

I first discovered SSK years ago in the Korean adaptation of Suits where he played David Kim, an extremely intelligent rival lawyer and antagonist for the main lead. Think Moriarty to Sherlock but in the legal field. His guest role arc was only three episodes long but he was so magnetic and spoke perfect, impeccable English (kinda rare in kdrama-land, at least enough so that it's noticeable when it's spoken well). Fluent English that was delivered with such swagger that I quickly became a fan. It didn't hurt that the man knew how to don a fitted suit.

I next watched him in Designated Survivor: 60 Days where he played Cha Young Jin, senior advisor to the designated acting president, a meatier role that saw him on the good side of the fight. And in watching him passionately urge and support President Park's will to run the country, I learned how versatile SSK could be. Magnetic enough to take over the screen while also willingly staying in the background for others to shine.

And then along came Mr. Gu.

Mr. Gu, the neighborhood alcoholic who is shrouded in mystery. A man of very few words, but with an expressive face that conveys tomes of meaning you can’t wait to decipher. He portrays a lonely soul with hints of a dark and dangerous past. He never apologizes for who he is and even tells people: I’m a bad guy, you won’t like me when you find out what kind of person I am. Only to be met with: I don’t care. I accept you entirely.

He’s not a pretty boy by Korean standards, but there’s no denying the charisma and swagger that SSK (and Mr. Gu by portrayal) reeks. Honestly, everything about SSK is pretty average. Average height, average build, average looks—let’s be real. BUT the way he carries himself in this role… he dials the sexiness to a boiling point. Looks are fleeting…but presence? Presence can’t be denied. Both scruffy and clean shaven, Mr. Gu oozes presence. 

How does he make dirt and sweat look so damn delectable? How does he look so sexy in a sweat-soaked, oversized shirt that desperately needs laundering and an immediate introduction to an ironing board, while also filling out a cable knit sweater and an overcoat like nobody’s business? How does one look so desirable dressed like a homeless man (actual words a character on the show used to describe Mr. Gu). And damn, can this man lean on things—against a subway railing, beside a car, against a building, walking up a dark, hilly path. Body language that is an entire character, one that tells its own story. The lean while delivering his rare, lopsided smile is a true sight to behold. It’s beautiful.

And why did I watch this show hoping for glimpses of Mr. Gu in Pat’s sleeveless tees and jean short cut offs? Because arms. And calves. And a face so delicious that I yearn to slap the confident smirk right off of it. I could make a home for myself inside his cheek dimple. Dimples that rival only Nanon’s. Excuse me as I find a tissue to wipe my drool.

Make no mistake about it—when Mr. Gu is on the screen it’s impossible for me to look anywhere else. He is that mesmerizing. I grew so attached to his character that when Mr. Gu’s past indeed catches up to him, I fervently watched with bated breath hoping he comes out of the other side unscathed.

This show is not perfect. No show ever is. But for me, it does come close. I give it a resounding 9.5/10. The same rating I gave BBS, coincidentally.

I know I talked at length about SSK and his Mr. Gu, but this show features an ensemble cast of massively talented folks who all excel at micro-expressions. It’s Kim Ji Won’s most mature and impressive role to date. It’s Lee Min Ki in his least Lee Min-Ki-est role. It’s Lee El churning out a sympathetic and realistic character who yearns for love while realizing she's her own obstacle at obtaining it. It’s about the entire Yeom family existing alongside each other without ever truly talking or listening to one another. And still yet, it's in seeing each other for who we are and less of who we want the other to be. It's the idea of escaping and running from a past that we can never truly leave behind.

As much as I’ve touted the show, I understand that it’s not for everyone. The slow pacing can be off putting. There are parts that can be a slog to get through (it never was for me for what that’s worth). Some may even drop it for lack of moving plot, but man…. the journey is so wholly satisfying simply because it’s entirely relatable. These people are my people, my fellow introverts who are trudging through life one day at a time, piecing together small moments of happiness to offset their loneliness. It’s in the measurement of self-worth and finding your place in society. It’s discovering and accepting that you’re lovable.

It all speaks to me so much that after the end credits rolled, I immediately clicked replay on episode one. I never do that. Not even for Bad Buddy did I do that with such immediacy and need.

In an interview, SSK referred to playing Mr. Gu as possibly his role of a lifetime. He urged viewers to pay attention when watching, for it might just change their life. It certainly did mine. I'm jealous of any of you who are still reading that have yet to experience this extraordinary drama. If you decide to give My Liberation Notes a go, consider yourself warned, you might just catch some very big feelings along the way.

[luckytidbit]

IT’S TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!

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ALRIGHT, I PUT UP A POLL, AND YOU GUYS VOTED! HERE’S TOTALLY NOT A LATER CHAPTER OF RECALLED!

(Note: because this was a writer's craft project names had to be changed and I couldn’t really talk about unwinding, obviously, also some things might seem over explained to you guys, but know that I had to give context to my teacher.)

SPOILERS FOR UNDEVOURED IF YOU CARED.

HERMOSA BEACH

During Christmas break, Michael and his family have decided to go up to see his grandmother in California. Down in Indianapolis, he’d say it’s cold right now, but his friend from Canada says it only feels like fall weather. So who is he to judge really? It could be worse.

His grandmother lives in a beach house on Hermosa Beach, it’s a beautiful estate, Michael and his sister pass the picket fence as they get closer to the door. The picket fence has a distressed look, and there’s a multitude of shells that Michael gave his grandmother when he was little glued onto the fence. At Least that’s a good visual memory about this place, he can’t say that there are other good ones. Heading inside her house, the place is a little tacky, at least to him, he supposes that the taste of a 65-year-old woman is far different from the taste of a young adult. At least she’s keeping on theme with all the beach decor. His mother and sister go over to hug their grandmother while Michael goes to sit at the kitchen island gently dropping his things underneath him. 

“Oh, who’s this grim man? No hug for your grandmother?” Michael smiles, looking over at his grandmother as she comes over with her hands on her hips. Michael gets up to hug her. He must’ve gotten his height from his father, because his mother is quite shorter than him, and his grandmother is even shorter, though that could be her old age. Michael practically envelopes her as he hugs her. “Oh, cold!” She comments, she gently grabs his arms from around her, looking at the technology and its etchings in her hands. 

“You could have gotten him ones that look human.” She says to her daughter, commenting on how cybernetic Michael’s arms were. Two years ago Micheal had gotten into an almost fatal accident. It was one including machinery, the machine had ripped him apart and caused a severe injury to his brain. In the end, Michael was left with his personality changed, and cybernetic arms and legs.

“We couldn’t afford the realistic ones, besides I was more worried about his brain.”

The grandmother turns back around to him, “What happened to your brain dear?”

“My personality changed,” He pauses. “I don’t think you’d notice, I haven’t seen ya since I was thirteen?” He tries to recall, his grandmother nods. “A very long time.”

Michael curses his existence, he wishes he could have had more time with others before his new body made everything awkward. The last two years he’s been god knows where, being constantly worked on. In that time his mother and stepfather got a divorce, not that he’s complaining, that guy was a piece of work.

His sister stares out the glass patio door at the beach, she wraps her arms around her, her hands reaching the top of her opposite shoulders.

“I’d like to go out, on the beach.” She states.

“Micheal, could you take her out?” His mother asks. 

Michael nods, he goes over to slide open the patio door, holding out his hand for his sister, Hannah, to take. 

“I meant to go swimming, you brought shorts for that didn’t you?” Hannah asks. Michael hesitates, he nods again, grabbing his swimming trunks out of his bag and heading upstairs to change.

As Michael and his sister splash each other back and forth he tries his best to think about the ominous structure to the left of him. Next to him is Hermosa Beach’s big long pier that spans 1,140 out into the ocean. They say that if you go to the end of it you can see sharks a little farther out. And they’re right, Micheal would know, he had a very close encounter with a shark once. It seems like it’s not only Micheal who’s trying to ignore the pier, soon enough Hannah’s non-offset eye turns to the pier.

“Do you remember when…” She starts.

“I’m sorry.” He spits out. In truth, a long time ago his stepfather had thrown him off that pier, promising he’d jump in after him, but he did not. To prove to himself that he was better than his stepfather Micheal threw his own sister off the pier, unlike his stepfather he jumped in after her. 

“I wasn’t talking about that, I was talking about when I used to watch you up there while you’d be using your boogie board.”

“Oh, yeah, that was nice.”

Hannah starts walking back to the beach line with Michael following her. “I want to jump off the pier with you.” She says. Michael freezes in place. “But why?” He asks.

“Because it would be fun,” She then looks him in the eyes. “And maybe it would prove to you that you’re better than Mr. Trent and your younger self.”

She keeps walking forward to the sand. 

To prove that he is better than his younger self? Is that what Michael’s self-worth has come to? At least it’s better than thinking his self-worth is the gummy worms Mr. Trent gave Hannah to try to calm her as she cried, wondering if and when her brother would return.

Hannah holds Michael’s hand as she climbs the steps of the pier, Hannah turns her head to look at him. “You’re waterproof right?”

“I was just in the water with you,” Michael responds, Hannah rolls her eyes.

They get to the end of the pier, it’s windier out here. Michael remembers kids used to jump off this pier all the time, but no one is out here, maybe it stopped with his generation, like how that machine stopped being manufactured after his accident. 

“I can’t do this.” He tells his little sister. 

“Sure you can, people younger than you do it.” 

“I know, I just,” He looks over the edge at the big drop. “I can’t do this to you, or me.”

“What have you got to lose by doing this?” Hannah asks him. It makes him think for a moment, what does he have to lose? He’s got friends, he’s got a boyfriend, he’s got a family, he’ll soon have a job, and he can’t lose any of that to jumping off a pier.

“Nothing.” He finally tells her.

“Then jump with me.” She grabs hold of his hand and starts to run, he’s got no option but to run with her. He sees the drop again but he’s now being fueled by adrenaline, the drop doesn’t seem so bad anymore. 

As they jump over the railing Michael hears something snap behind him, he flips himself around to look at the broken wooden railing. Michael had broken the railing as he jumped off of it and it makes him laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Either the laughter is contagious or Hannah either for another reason, it’s mixed in with screams of joy, so probably the ladder. Michael had been laughing so hard that as they hit the water he hadn’t realized his right arm had come off. His sister frantically tries to put it back on until Michael explains it won’t work until it’s dried.

As they swim back to shore Micheal looks up to the pier again, and he smiles. There’s finally a good memory to associate with that pier.

[cheerscoops]

Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham || < 0.7k

Chrissy wasn’t sure what time it was when she woke up. The movie that they had fallen asleep watching had long since ended, and the blank blue screen of the TV was the only light illuminating Steve’s living room. All she knew was that it had to be very late, and the blanket that they’d been snuggled under had fallen to the floor leaving her freezing.

She carefully removed herself from her boyfriend’s loving embrace and draped the blanket back over his sleeping frame before making her way to the bathroom. On her way back, she paused by the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. Outside, the first snow of the season was falling in fat, fluffy flakes leaving the backyard coated in a blanket of white.

She carefully unlocked and slid open the door. Chrissy had always been fascinated by the first snow of the season, and she just wanted to experience it for a minute. She’d take a moment outside, and then she’d make her way back in to snuggle up with her sleeping boyfriend.

She instantly regretted that she didn’t have a coat as the cold air bit into her cheeks and nose, but the temperature was easy to ignore once she was enveloped in the late night calm. There was something beautiful about how still everything was. The untouched snow glowing in the moonlight and the silence hanging in the air.

“What are you doing out here?”

Chrissy’s focus on the snow was broken as her head whipped around to face her boyfriend standing in the doorway. Steve was wrapped up in the blanket from the couch and looked very confused to see her standing in his backyard instead of sleeping with him.

“Just thinking,” she said as she looked up at the sky.

“And you can’t think inside where it’s warm?”

“I’m not cold.”

They both knew that was a lie. She was always cold, and there wasn’t a night where she didn’t cling to him for extra warmth. And yet, here she was, standing out in the snow wearing nothing but borrowed sweatpants and a sweater from Steve’s closet, her thick socks now damp from standing in the snow.

“I’ve just always loved the first snow of the season. Feels like I’m living in a snow globe.”

She turned her gaze back towards the sky as the snowflakes kissed her eyelashes. Steve took a step outside, hissing as the snow touched his own socks, and made his way over to where Chrissy was standing. He opened his arms and pulled her back flush against his chest, trapping her in his arms underneath the extra warmth of the blanket.

“Can we please go back inside?” he asked. “Experience your snow globe from there?”

She nodded slightly, and he took that as his cue to turn them around and quickly usher her back into the house. After shutting and locking the door behind him, Steve took Chrissy by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. She sat on the edge of his bed and waited as he produced dry socks for the both of them. Before he moved to sit with her, he opened the blinds, so she could still watch the snowfall from the comfort of his bed.

“Next time, will you at least put some shoes on before you go stand in the snow?” he asked as he tried to rub some of the warmth back into her feet.

“And miss out on the free foot rub? No way.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he teased.

“I know. I love you, too.”

She leaned in to give him a kiss, and soon they were both moving to crawl under the blankets. He wrapped his arms around her and positioned the two of them in a way that allowed Chrissy to stare out the window until she fell asleep if that’s what she wanted. And, with Steve’s love only serving to amplify the magic of her favorite season, that’s exactly what she did.