#so i should post my thots too!!!

[fellamarsh]

RELATED to my last post i think we should kill the notion that you have to keep your writing or art or whatever kind of themed blog strictly On Theme. because of professionalism or whatever

like you are the artist (or curator). you are inextricably linked to that which you create. you are inherently on theme. also i like to hear about the weird thing your sister said or the really bangin sandwich you ate

[xfactor7aurora]

ARE YOU READY FOR A VAGUELY ALPHA FLIGT ART DUMP!!!

My beautiful wife....

Uhm did you guys know namor is the beaubier twins dad this is canon and true and you cannot change it. Also hi casual rora

Idc if pride month is over.... They're still special or smthn

Anywho.. more giant sized X men au purely bc it's stupid fluff... Laura is hyoerfixated on sonic btw idk if you knew it's real and true

Who's baby is that... Idk.... Who knows.... Uhm... Anyway

Honest to god it pains me knowing that I spent so much time on this but if y'all didn't know Walter (aka sasquatch aka roras ex) has an ex wife and grown son by the time he's in alpha flight. Which is. upsetting! But anyway drew him and Vanessa and their child bc I think it's weird that we never got it.. idk! Fuck you Walter

Anyway thanks bye... Sorry for the art dump xoxoxo

[yuuki-mishima]

They should have kept kissing after this, like who gives a fuck, make a mess!!

[alicenpai]

i finished reading dungeon meshi....... im.. i..............

me rubbing my dunmeshi volumes on my face using my clammy hands to absorb miss kui's skills, (both in writing and her art,)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

another day another essay i know has to be expressed....as ever haunted vexed by the Social Skills(tm) espousal & thinking like okay Every Time there is the Double Standard in these [guides to your being allowed to exist where better people are also existing, rightfully] like already i am acknowledging that double standard because like, another thing that the ABA Social Skills Guide To Life Or Else never overtly acknowledges is, say, that "Or Else" implicit to all of this. might say you'll have an easier time or more success or something but it's not addressed, & not criticized, that the "socially skilled" i.e. interpersonally culturally communicatively behaviorially Normative gang of acceptable rankings in the popularity contests can/will react to Unpopular Weirdos by ostracisizing / rejecting / bullying / shunning & so forth, in the moment & as a protracted / active ongoing reaction. it's not addressed or criticized that Those behaviors, & the spirit of the whole "adopt the Social Skills" ABA agenda generally, has the Or Else that you otherwise can't exist around/among these Skilled i.e. "normal" people, which means Go Away, which means imprisonment or death, like that is in fact the extension of the logic, if for one thing you see that the Private Home is supposed to be the prison preferable to the institutional ones, like Institutions for disability outright, or you know, prison, if these Better ones aren't available to someone or they aren't Contained by them

and mostly setting aside the unaddressed, uncriticized threats to the Social Skills espousal, there's the double standards to how the experience / phenomenon of Interpersonal Interactions even go: the "unskilled" people must be aware of & critical of their own internal experiences & must be masterminds of not just their own actions but also The Entire Interaction, the entire basis here is that those interactions would go smoothly if only they weren't ruining it with their deficiency / defectiveness. meanwhile, the "skilled" people's internal experiences, negative or positive, simply are what they are & aren't analyzed or criticized here, they are natural, inevitable phenomena Caused by the actions of the unskilled(tm), & then by extension their external actions are Helpless Reactions to the unskilled(tm), again brought on by the unskilled's Failure, i.e. it is their own fault. Of Course you'll be bullied. the only way you won't is to stop bringing it upon yourself.

super familiar logic like is there any situation of interpersonal abuse where there's not the "True" Person with True Feelings whose actions in response to those feelings are Helpless, Reasonable, Inevitable in a way the abused nonpersoned party's is not. wherein in fact the abused person's feelings aren't real & aren't fair & their actions are all subject to a lens of "see how you made this person feel & thus how you Made them act, they couldn't possibly have done anything else" to criticize whatever actions by this person are, differently, apparently Not inevitable, from their feelings that were Not sympathetic & reasonable & spontaneous or what all. the abusive person can be angry at whatever & act however accordingly b/c They Must Feel What They Feel; the abused person acting however is certainly never acceptable b/c it's all judged according to if the abusive person wanted them to be doing that, their anger is selfish & hurtful & unreasonable & whatever else & so are any other feelings if they ever try the action of "expressing how they feel" which also is overwritten by "but did expressing how you feel make Me feel bad? not okay. try some compassion" &/or "well if you really felt that way at all, which is in question, it can't have been That bad really. & again certainly whatever actions you might take that i don't want you to are unacceptable responses. while i gotta do what i gotta do b/c of what is Done to me by others, or life & the universe"

& like there just can't be any Double Standard i.e. different treatment of superior vs inferior parties without the power difference to back it up & allow it to be that Pattern, so yknow, again it's the same logic too as when it's not the power difference / hierarchy found in some personal abusive relationship but just the more generally omnipresent Normative hierarchies in other sites of people interacting / existing in the same spaces in whatever forms. whatever public places, whatever Gatherings, school, work as some obvious major ones. & the double standards of who gets to Simply Exist & who has to exert the efforts to appease the More Simply Existing people Or Else, & It'll Be Their Own Fault. well you see you're just not bringing the "social skills" & that's why you Fail thanks to the helpless inevitable actions of others which were your fault for not appeasing & appealing to them. well you see you're just not bringing the "professionalism." well you see you're just not bringing the "merit." well you see you're just not bringing the "confidence," ladies, how can you ever stop failing if you don't get rid of those exclamation points or upspeak or expecting others to treat you like a person like a boss giving preferential treatment to others who Don't have to go shake them down for it, or treating others like a person yourself, like a pussy? what did you expect, acting like that?? not to mention that hey, if some girlbosses can Succeed in the Man's World & ofc still be more vulnerable & pushed out but pointed to in the meantime to deny patriarchy is a problem that is uh totally on its way out & Not That Bad now & also all that needs to happen is some good worthy ones need to Earn their way into being recognized by the arbiters of success, so, if they don't, what can they expect??

meanwhile then the Worthy Exceptions Ones being pointed to is a way to victim blame lol like now if only everyone else who is seen as belonging to the same systemically treated as inferior group as these winners could step up like they did. how can those in the superior group be expected to respect you as just as much a person as they are if you aren't being more Respectable. can't respect that Offputting Weirdo stuff like being considered nonwhite, noncishet, nonabled, nonmen, nonchristian, nonmiddleclass (cue also the problem with Rich People or whatever elites(tm) not being the power difference but that actually they're offputting weirdos too & not good ol Normal people, really)....people with their guides to Be More [Socially Skilled] being like well actually I'm autistic too, & people treat me less shittily through these strategies that i'm sharing, so, checkmate. like yeah no shit, & again the logic when Some people start "earning" slightly better treatment to victim blame those who don't as bringing it upon themselves. let's go girlbosses. start acting more like the boybosses do to Succeed & less like the girlfailures or what did she possibly expect. it's just Realistic. it's just The World We Live In which is unchallenged & inevitable & eternally the way that it is right now, but once again, it's only "realistic" when the normative structures of power difference are reinforced, we're not shaking our heads going Whaddaya Gonna Do / Just Realistic / Just Life when something at all critically analytical of the systemic precarity & harm / punishment / abuse enacted on Some People enter "mainstream" awareness i.e. that of "normal" people. ugh #metoo & now it's like you're not even allowed to exist if you're a man!!

& like people also talk as though shaking their heads about Divorce Rates when it comes to criticism of even supposedly Normal Casual Interpersonal Interactions as sites where power differences & the inevitable, intended harm of the concomitant double standards are at play. it's like oh people aren't isolated b/c you're supposed to be constantly contained & moving between Home School Work via private transit & not being truant or outside the home & family or being unemployed or loitering or soliciting or camping or making noise etc in public. ppl are isolated b/c nobody wants to Put in the Effort and Make The Sacrifices to have friends anymore, b/c they're selfish & lazy & also too clueless to realize they need to Get Friends to be less unhappy. people (women) are too selfish & lazy & also too clueless to realize they need to Date & Put Out (not in any way that seems too Unruly, i.e. if men want sex via a woman's body they should get it obviously but shouldn't have to be aware that the people with those bodies who might be having sex with them are, in fact, people who have internal experiences & even external existences independent of this relationship to them. Same Logic as an abusive person has toward who they feel entitled to as the abused party, they want to get what they want from them when & how they want it; they're Wronged by the least awareness that this person has internal & external experiences beyond this relationship) & Marry & Have Children to be less unhappy. but nobody wants to stay dating or stay married & believe in love anymore. & you can't even Look At or Talk To women anymore much less try to fuck & date & marry & incubate heirs to the patriarchal thrown who you will also own with them until passing on the crown when you die anymore, b/c they're all so sensitive & entitled now & will be like "ohh Misogyny" or whatever. not at all realistic or sympathetic to my helpless innocent Just Existing plight of being a normal worthy man out & about

also when ppl apply it to any Group or Organization lol like nobody wants to be in one anymore b/c they're so selfish & lazy & won't Sacrifice or Commit anymore, people don't stay married like they used to for the necessity & betterment of society, The Left doesn't stay in The Orgs like they used to for the necessity & betterment of society b/c they're all unrealistic & sensitive & selfish about committing to any group & Nobody Can Handle Conflict Anymore, not me though, but man the first tiny innocent issue & women are getting you fired & divorcing you & dumping the partner & dumping the friend & ghosting the dm, society is doomed by their entitlement....& then the "ohh people are Messy & Imperfect & Not Pure, deal with it atheists" argument that's broken out for everything about those who are too sensitive & entitled & full of themselves & arrogant & apparently demanding everyone be Perfect or trying to themself seem Pure & aren't sacrificing & caring & putting in the effort to get their hands dirty in the mess of realisticness to sustain & improve this life. vs that actually everyone can get to Simply Exist & be imperfect & all that but that how about it's not that some select groups get to actually do that at the expense of created & contained "inferior" groups who Do Not get to do that? whose simply existing & being imperfect is punished, out of line, needs even More constraint &/or can be destroyed & replaced by more useful ones if that's cheaper, which is the threat that helps keep people In Line

great when "disposability" is like treated as equivalent in the context of "people who aren't sufficiently Contained otherwise are put in a prison, or yet further isolated / disappeared, 'higher security' prisons & sections of prison, lockdowns, solitary, death row. or killed by cops in public, in prison, by the conditions of prison, by 'official' execution" & the context of "someone has chosen to leave a group" be it romantic relationship or family or friendship or organization, whatever Cohesion is deemed good, necessary, worthy; can't withdraw / Deny that access to you that's expected as being Part of that group, that's gotta be wrong or worse, the energy will be to Restore that Relationship. gotta be more mature & good for a romantic partner to Give It Time & Talk Through It vs the tragedy of a spontaneous breakup. same for a friend breakup like & i don't get an Explanation, that i got to approve? scavenger hunt challenge find a parent with a no-contact kid like what the, how could they do this, & there was no Reason, no Explanation, now i'm prevented from fixing it? as if the Destruction of a Family could be good?? more nuclear families where children's existences are all in the Home & School as owned by adult guardians & then the authorities of adults at school, overlapping with / backed up by the authorities of "criminal justice"; & of course one or two adults in a home raising even one kid or a teacher in a classroom for an hour are overwhelmed & have to go "above & beyond" here, but besides the dismissal of Caring & Loving enough to sacrifice anything to make this work (see: marriage), that's turned around & put on the more vulnerable children the adults are Authorities / entitled to, ungrateful & unreasonable & selfish & the adults are only imperfect people doing their best, to excuse whatever they might do, Not argued about the kids to excuse whatever They do, adults are clueless unrealistic oversensitive pussies if they believe that & fail to use their proper Authority, what's next, a deviant marriage b/c the Woman abuses the Man, vs the man rightfully & wholesomely tyrannizing the woman (which will also stop your kids from being Gay b/c of your wayward Gender Role modeling)? & "protecting children" means like state intervention if parents are too nonwhite &/or poor & otherwise unFit(tm) while whatever happens happens in more normal families as a Necessity to keep kids & spouses in line. out of line in school? gotta call home, as the first resort. get the Report cards signed. what unappreciative wayward rampant arrogant youths, our hands are tied, it's for their own good

segue also to the ideas of what's Just Necessary, like the cohesion of whatever approved / valued Groups automatically putting those who could & would exit or never enter them to be in the Wrong. where like you follow whatever threads of logic & it's like nobody was arguing that you be perfect actually when theoretically asking for more effort & perhaps even expense from you. but "ohh sorry i'm not Pure enough for the virtue signalling wokeist sjw Left who actually are meaner to me than the right so it's their fault i'm helplessly a fascist & hate vulnerable groups more than ever now" like ah i'm just being Realistic only broken out to Defend The Normative in whatever unilateral way that means it's being deployed. oh sorree parents & teachers aren't perfect, kids. or your expectations for men are too high, ladies. & if the power at others' expense that people have is pointed out & criticized & they lash out about it then that goes to show you, well, better appease & appeal. like yeah no shit that's Been the whole thing

& speaking of like "well you can say Pobody's Nerfect to disagree with any & all ideas of ethical standards if you want" like if you also are Just Being Realistic in a style of being like, well, nobody can be expected to do anything at their expense, nobody can be expected to act against their own survival. like okay is the context of all ethical considerations assumed to be Ideal Circumstances? everyone getting everything what they want? vs. that like yeah a lot of ideas of Ethics are about, indeed, making choices that Aren't assumed to be automatic & spontaneous b/c they're what you already feel like / want to do anyway of course. like do you not believe in ever having to give anything up to be Doing The Right Thing. indeed sacrifice anything or make yourself more vulnerable or do anything at your own expense. maybe put yourself at risk up to possibly your mortal survival and possibly indeed die. and like yeah all these arguments about "umm being a good person means Sacrifice & Compromise & Not Always Getting Everything You Want" are ones wielded against more vulnerable people as the rational behind forcing them into line in the hierarchal violence of the status quo.

but therein is the Unspoken Double Standard of that power difference, "inferior" groups' unselfishness & effort & Ethic & sacrifice & etc benefitting "superior" groups who aren't actually beholden to that standard. & like ah but checkmate what if ethical beliefs aren't universal & inherent, like yeah great my beliefs don't involve an "ideal" situation of becoming god & getting to Prescribe fuckall through benevolent control of everyone's lives, so don't need to worry about that, or is there this priority to "convert" everyone, like yeah no shit Some People disagree / are opposed to what i agree with & espouse in turn. yeah i'm thus Against some people, but they can be as imperfect & different & personally believe whatever they want if they don't have power over other people's lives to back it up, it's their personal problem unless & until they have the material means to make it someone else's problem. what's next, Converting the people who think they're the True Gays at war with all the cringe fake queers who are the real reasons for queerphobia? who think that No Matter What (Plus It Can't Have Been That Bad Anyway & If It Was It Was Your Fault) children have to Be There For their parents? being antiableist automatically means getting an Annoying Loser ticket of dismissal just like being one of the cringe fake queers or an autistic person or single but not "available" (whether Available b/c she's Desirable or Desires it for herself) woman. & then there's anytime people will sympathize with Any decision someone made to their own benefit / to Avoid any expense, oh but i mean if they did it for money, not Ideal but ya gotta understand. oh it's tragic when a disabled person is killed by whomever they were a Legal Charge to (or Stuck With Them, even more "unofficially") that's tragic but you really feel for The Caregiver, the Expense that disabled existence asks of those whose lives would be Easier without theirs makes disabled people that tragic, pernicious if not also malicious, burden. meanwhile disabled people, children, partners but most properly gfs/wives, gotta absorb Whatever negative experiences from being vulnerable / stuck with those who are entitled to them, they mean well, they're doing their best, they're only human, & ofc there's the material constraints / lack of alternatives that trap you with them in the first place :) but where's the sympathy for [no expense or even risk of it ever] as Default Attitude when it comes to people being trapped in abusive situations? now it's victim blaming time, if it was that bad, why didn't you leave, must be something wrong with You if you didn't, your fault too really. did you even try talking it out, therapy with your abuser? to Make It Work? i would never put up with it, so. i would never imagine using upspeak & Thanks & too many question marks or exclamation points & that's why i'm doing just fine. & look at that Successful Woman, so, maybe now look at Yourself & get good. well I'm autistic & i do this & feel i'm more successful now, so maybe look at Yourself & get good. well, not all members of a persecuted group during a period of a different Norm of violence were Just victims of it, it's really important to know about the people who we see as not being so "complicit" & "accepting" in their oppression, i mean, what was wrong with the too Weak & Passive ones who Just Went Along With It / we don't Know of their disapproval about it, couldn't be me, does make you think. what's wrong with all the women being mistreated, really. have some self-esteem. probably using too many exclamation points. & it's Demeaning to call someone a Victim of something, they're a survivor of it. unless they didn't survive it, or what they're victim of is known only to them & other people think they're some weirdo probably bringing things upon themself, or that's just normal & not that bad anyway, & i didn't feel like i was Deviating From The Norm or being evil & wrong to do that to you so it's not that bad, in fact maybe i found it had rewards, so like, cmon lol. what can you expect

like the logical conclusion here is like can't even place Survival as this paramount ideal & like. well yeah. an ethical lens on whatever to me doesn't always agree with like "& then what was most moral was to do whatever it took to live," much less to Never Be Vulnerable, much less to Never Risk Anything, take on any expense, lose anything, give up a Theoretical gain. someone's not a worse person for Not Surviving something that someone else Did survive. goes for a more figurative survival, e.g. Survival Guide To [you probably won't literally, immediately die in any of these situations]. the Context of What It Takes To Figuratively Survive Situations indeed being different from the context of asserting those approaches as befitting "ideal circumstances." ppl aghast at like you can't Lie to someone, ten commandments, when ppl are surviving an abusive relationship & 99% of the time the truth is used against them; they're not saying Always Lie In Every Situation No Matter What as some kind of General Ideal, like one might say "never dehumanize in any situation no matter what" as an ideal. people are closeted b/c the context is survival, not b/c they think everyone should omit, obfuscate, lie as much as possible always. but then by extension Survival As Utmost Ideal means "oh what did you expect" victim blaming about people Not being seen as so savvy & successful Survivors as others. true crime(tm) narrative logics as victim blaming, if you were just aware & alert & prepared & smart & strong enough, nobody can hurt You, or what the hell, you'll be outrunning someone else to get got instead, should've been ready like you. what's Wrong with people who got imprisoned or killed or enslaved or exploited or abused, or, so "generously," what did they Do wrong? :( how can we learn from their Mistakes? only in ways we attribute to "successful" survival, which, really, is never being hurt in the first place; other survival tactics are pathologized or Maladaptive / basically you brought it upon yourself with your failure strategies, what's this hypervigilance & self loathing & insecurity & anxiety? much less if "successful" survived escapes aren't approved of in the mainstream & it's like uh oh that was drapetomania. that was battered woman syndrome's temporary insanity. that was an epidemic of entitled ungrateful children going no-contact. that was that women are hysterical & my ex is crazy probably. can't believe this person won't even talk to me anymore to tell me why they don't want to talk to me anymore. stakes may not involve literal death but An Ability To Escape or even deny some kind of personal access, no approval needed, no reasoning argued, can't be like some Conditional much less Bad / Worse / Undesired feature of whatever kind of interpersonal situation / relationship. gotta be the person who Wants to stop / not do that / leave who is fucking up a good thing & doesn't know what's good for them & what Would be good is efforts to bring them back in line / into the fold in preservation / sustaining / reinforcement of the norm

no like "ah but [victims of something] didn't ALL just get fucked over & die & or have whatever those who did that [something] wanted to do to them, done to them, that's important to note" like okay how important & why. if people would themselves prefer to have survived something than not, what's the use in others going "looks like those who survived something less had it coming more than those who weathered it better" while like it's all Well & Good being people who make themselves more vulnerable / risk anything / give up Potential Greater Benefit to help others survive, until it's not totally abstract & then it's like well you can't ask or expect that of anyone, to give up Anything. don't be such a victim & focus on Not Letting Anything Even Possibly Happen To Yourself Ever, which you can't do unless no other people or organisms or weather patterns exist, which would probably also pose issues for your survival. versus that it's not bad of You if something is done to you, or if whatever undesired phenomenon happens to you & not absolutely everyone ever in the same way. everyone having to be stuck in "guess i'm doing things wrong & bringing it on myself" instead of "is this person mistreating me?" which i wrote out with a dynamic of personal abuse in mind but is also exactly the logic that people are asked to adopt to Well, If You'd Just Learn Social Skills(tm) or, again so generously, just be realistic & learn the expected (& demanded) "normal" interpersonal / communicative behavior so that you stop bringing it on yourself & holding yourself back by thinking "i shouldn't Have to"

the Shouldn't Have To is the shit that can't be worked around btw lol like. gay ppl who circle around to [gay & homophobic] (which is, of course, actually the normative attitude) by framing whatever they do or could do that's seen as out of line with cishet ideals as something they actually Have No Other Choice but to do, i.e. their alternative Have To Do logic, which only conflicts with [everyone Has To act in line with "formation & isolation of cishet nuclear family" ideals] in a way that grants Some Exceptions to the preserved norm. & then you can believe that actually the "i Have to be out of line with that in this way" argument is like Really peak challenging to the cishet agenda, rather than that anyone simply Can be "out of line" in that way but is not beholden to an alternative Have To. & that alternative [Have To be Gay like this & nobody can handle it] like primed to victim blame like ah the Bisexuals who don't Have To be seen as out of line with cishettery as i do, same w/the asexuals, same w/the teens, the transgenders or the Fake Ones anyway who i think really may as well be cis So They Are, the poly people not Having to have an exclusive romantic/sexual partner welll there's no way to retain an identity / relationship with sexuality that way, or a good & righteous Social Way, all of you are Making Real Queers Look Bad & also infiltrating our nation to uhhh. well back to you on that one, point is, Real Gays are the only ones with Legitimate suffering, the rest of you both have it easy but are also bringing it upon yourselves And us by association? even though theoretically this [queerphobia'd by association] experience ought to be easy peasy b/c all those cringe fake queers are actually Basically Cishet Normies who straightforwardly cishet normies love? again it's never gonna shake out b/c it's a double standard b/c This queerness is superior to Other queerness, where they do everything wrong & bring it upon themselves & are responsible for the helpless, inevitable response from the Totally Cishets. i would never ride the down with cis bus. b/c also what was deemed "proper" noncompliance is only deemed that after the fact when that norm / situation that was reacted to is also deemed, at least theoretically, no longer extant. no cause for that Now. cops at pride but what do you expect with that weird cringe unruly behavior that could ruin it for the rest of us. if someone was being abused like why not call the cops on them.

anyway. didn't strictly need this tangent but here we are. that it's a Double Standard again when it's about what people "have" to do. b/c you'll "have" to comply with the norm b/c that's just what's good & reasonable & realistic or whatever, but it's a flawless shutdown like ah you don't "have" to comply Less b/c you won't spontaneously die if you don't & especially b/c this [Or Else] will be brought down on you harder if you do, So. while like it's true that you Can do the more "in line" thing and you Can do the more "out of line" thing & that one's supposedly rewarded vs punished doesn't change that, & that one's supposedly rewarded vs punished can be pointed out & criticized. b/c turns out you also Can bring down that [or else] punishment to keep someone in line to your benefit but you don't Have to, & that you're giving up the Reward of that benefit if you don't? like yeah & that doesn't mean you Have To, indeed you Shouldn't even if people can point out like "ohh but people Benefit from other's systemic exploitation classed into 'inferior' groups. people might individually Benefit from taking advantage of another individually however they can, having Options they don't, lacking limits & constraints that makes the other's life smaller" like yeah, And? that's where the ethical disagreement comes in like yeah i'm against some people being considered inferior & treated worse than others. yeah even if "but hey....turns out you can reap rewards from that? turns out you'd have to Not Have that advantage to Not Have it?" like yeah that's kinda the thing isn't it. b/c i don't think Do Anything It Takes To Have The Best Odds For Survival is the paramount ideal actually, so. "oh but i mean, if they did it for money. if jobs are at stake. if it'd feel bad for people who feel bad interacting with them to want to stop interacting with them, not if i have anything to say about it, you're welcome"

anyway & if it's about what you Can do vs "Have to" like you don't, say, have to prove "ohh this person's Internal Existence is this or that & this is how you Must admit it's Just As Good & Real as yours" which is impossible, so. people Can just Forever deny that being queer is real & think your internal experience is Fake or Misguided or Inferior & at best they'll just be Humoring you, but don't Have to prevent someone from making xyz personal choices (for any or no reason, don't Have To argue "i Have To b/c i'm Truly Gay") & don't Have to be systemically supported in doing so. meanwhile one Can choose to do shit considered Queer & it does not matter about whether they "Have To" or not b/c yeah no shit ppl don't drop dead & Can be closeted or otherwise be deemed by others to be "normal" or whatever. people also don't Have To do the normal thing b/c it's "better" & "for their own good" b/c it's what's Required & Rewarded, if even only the reward of "not punished," & they don't Only Have To do otherwise if they Have To do something "abnormal" instead. they Can do the "normal" or the "abnormal" & the punishment of the latter in effort to control it as contained, exploited, destroyed is not, in fact, inevitable

see: Just Adopt These Social Skills If You Know What's Good For You argument. people being like, actually the "or else" isn't inevitable, the Alleged Social Skills Havers' enacting the double standards & punishments aren't doing so as an "inevitable" response they Have To have. but it's only those vulnerable to that punishment who aren't automatically acting the way they "have to" & in fact "have to" adopt the feelings & actions deemed Socially Skilled here. the double standard applied to what people Can Do again, b/c ah you Can change & stop bringing it on yourself (tragic if you can't. ah well) but it's Never framed as a "social skill" that people Can learn to adapt to others who don't behave as expected by their norms & perhaps be flexible, put in effort to translate & in turn participate in Successful Communication for their part, not see & treat people as The Other even if god forbid they don't seem to be part of their Group, differentiate between personal appeal & [what someone should even be allowed to do], that maybe bullying people is something people shouldn't even be allowed to do even if they don't find that the target has personal appeal....but they're already more rewarded for the way they Simply Inevitably Have To Exist, what could be Right about giving up some of that reward :( :( :(

like actually people Can simply exist around others even if their behavior is deemed "abnormal" & weird & annoying & unprofessional & every other way to say it, while what's normal that might be obviously harmful is like ah yeah not the best but whaddaya gonna do & they mean well & you just have to be realistic & really if you're savvy you can avoid the harm anyway so kinda on you now, Their behavior is Inevitable....like the bullying & rejection & antipreferential treatment you Have To expect if you don't accept the social skills, certainly just making it worse & bringing it on yourself even harder if you don't accept that you Have To expect it & others Have To do that shit to you or anyone. it's the Real ableism to tell disabled people they Can likewise just exist, disabledly, but Unlikewise that it doesn't have to come with the framing of anyone as "inferior" in turn who thus Has To treat you as people b/c of that....actually what would Really be transphobic is when like adults wouldn't control a kid's existence such that they can't be trans, b/c then ppl will (have to, inevitably, helplessly, just being realistic) be transphobic at them, so pretty much what really protects kids is keeping them from anything that would support trans existence, You're Welcome. basically it's neglect & abuse if a kid diagnosed as autistic doesn't get parental approval to be abused into "having social skills." everyone will (have to) be ableist at them now :( just protecting them from whatever could support autistic existence....& hey don't worry Adults Too, if you'd take the advice of posts telling people to have the Social Skills & ppl arguing that people can just exist "weirdly" & don't Have To be deemed normalpassing, which they aren't anyway, are the real ableists here, i'm just paternalistically looking out for & protecting people (from themselves, lbr. their fault. take my advice) but what do i expect on the site for weird queer annoying losers who won't make phone calls & have something wrong with their brains & i'd love to study op & i'm firing up the calipers over their nonsense already, no one can read except me, something new & exciting wrong with you....

also that it's different contexts again to tell people like "okay this is a survival strategy that one Can try to use to protect yourself" without talking about that like what would be survived is inevitable, neutral, even ideal, like there's no [ppl don't Have To do this to others, & shouldn't] or there's no helping ppl who are mistreated vs Not My Problem oh but also if that were being done to Me i'd never stand for it, i would of stopped it b/c i'm different, b/c i guess i'm not a passive loser who deserves whatever they get like them....a survival strategy as a Tool for specific Contexts that Can be used, no "so if ppl didn't successfully use it, whatever happened to them is pretty much their fault," the context of its being Unideal rather & having whatever tradeoffs & not even something you Have To do or you bring it upon yourself. b/c like yeah the "ideal" norm can be policed & enforced by people doing it "for your own good" who consider themselves your personal ally Or enemy. if you treat it as Inevitable that xyz will be done by others & it's in your hands to prevent that so You're Welcome i'm the one making you be Normal first, like, yeah that's just doing the abuse for them. the private home as the Preferable jail to an institution, incl "official" jail. better a parent keep you in line than a teacher but then also perhaps better a teacher keep you in line than a parent, both better than cops, so you're welcome for being the ones to do it first, out of Love & paternalistic best interest. inappropriate to each kids about abuse & boundaries & how they Can expect to be treated with basic respect as a person, they'll get all entitled, & scrutinize Authority Figures, & society goes to hell in a handbasket if it's okay for someone to Never Want A Hug, or partnered sex. everyone's protected by framing abuse as abstract & abnormal, & if you're not a self-hating pussy you'll be fine, & if not you can just be loving enough to prompt Loving behavior in turn, & if not you'll have good family or friends or romantic partners or enough financial success at a job to escape through that resource i'm sure, b/c if you don't have any of those, hmm, kinda makes you wonder what's wrong with that person, huh? isolation & precarity only happens to people who probably deserve it & bring it upon themselves, let's be realistic.

cue like ppl who Do escape an abusive situation Can look down on others who haven't like well that's your own failure then. well i'm a survivor not a victim thanks. saw someone saying that b/c getting the money to leave asap is the priority to take any job possible & specifically gave military drone operator as an example. but did you know vulnerable people are recruited by the military & domestic occupying military (police) b/c there's rewards to it? how Can you expect anyone to give up an even theoretical advantage. thus how only thing vulnerable groups can Realistically do is kill everyone in the "superior" groups, which is unrealistic And wrong, so now the only thing you can do is shut up & deal with it, instead of pointing out people in the superior groups Can act otherwise & vulnerable people can prioritize supporting other & more vulnerable b/c the hierarchy is a pyramid scheme house of cards & Fractal of power difference & exploitation where it's not actually the 99% vs everyone else b/c within that 99% are more of those power differences that ppl are invested in. did you know vulnerable people can be abusive in personal relationships like as spouse or parent b/c there's reward from the Normal System Of Power to that??? whereas there's reward to escaping an abusive situation but the status quo punishes this, & of course tries to prevent it in the first place. a family member who turns on the More "out of line" vulnerable scapegoat such as to preemptively do the work of a "higher up" abusive family member & blame & punish them, vs a more "collaborative" mitigation strategy that oh i dunno doesn't blame them, doesn't try to make their life smaller, doesn't throw them under the bus to have it a bit better yourself, doesn't try to get to them first w/Punishment & Control before the Worse authorities do it (the good cop / bad cop everywhere like. they're both cops & they're both working for the same results) you're Welcome....but didn't you realize there were rewards to doing this & punishments to doing otherwise in the context of this system operating as it "should"??? You're Welcome if a parent abuses a child toward seeming more Normative before others inevitably do it instead & not out of love & care either. i.e. abuses them out of not "bringing it on themself." umm my daughter will never be a thot & my son will never be gay & They're Welcome, whew! saved from misogyny & homophobia by my misogyny & homophobia! & if your parents were too shitty to Make You "socially skilled" so You don't avoid Bringing It Upon Yourself, hey, maybe you can turn your life around & be saved from ableism by my ableism. just being realistic. checkmate.

& i mean, the Last thing that would be ableist is going "well, the way that some people just so happen to exist is wrong & bad & inferior & they ought to disappear or be fixed" like jeez sooo sorry i think that "normal" people are neutral to good unquestionable in whatever they do, just doing their thing, & then there's you Unskilled weirdos who need to think about your actions which are selfishly hurtful & that's why others Helplessly shit on your life, nothing to say to them except i'm sorry someone was an annoying loser around you like that & Made you do that :( so basically if you don't make yourself less weird asap you're a bad person. & the real ableist. ppl like "ooh how do i explain to autistic ppl to Be More Normal without sounding ableist" like well you don't, is the thing. another thing is you don't have to Understand someone or find them personally charming & likable & your new friend to treat them with basic respect / to a standard you'd treat anyone No Matter What, like, even if they Do actually do something to hurt you, e.g. ohh got their ass re: ppl publically recognized as authorities & harmful if you talk abt them like they're Trans or Gay or Disabled in like the Really bad way lol & lmao. not being misgendered as a way you only Might humor Some people. that like if a coworker Actually does any shit, ah, one should covertly coordinate bullying & ostracization in the social scene, not like, be able to change things about the situation that made that possible. We should be able to not talk to, but talk shit About, & not hang out with the autistic coworker or like it if they're there at the work social functions as rewards & "networking," but if One weird rando coworker doesn't wanna talk to or hang out with a coworker who isn't already generally shunned, hang on, Now there's a problem. if one coworker doesn't wanna engage in a Social element of work the way others think is the way you Should do it, from "at all" to whatever else is deemed ""friendly,"" They're the problem who brought on themself whatever happens, from being pushed out entirely to antipreferential treatment, sorry, not a Team Player, don't love the cut of your jib, guess you can't handle adverse or stressful scenarios, guess you can't lift fifteen pounds, or guess you Can so why are you being such a pussy about everything. back in my day nobody wore over the ear headphones for noise cancellation & they lived. in my day they couldn't get divorces & they lived Despite It All, but now they can & that's bad Despite It All, & also that they can means it's their fault if they don't. ya Have To use the survival tool for specific situations or you bring it upon yourself. you also bring it upon yourself once you use it. it's nice how now instead of being like what's wrong with you, just get normal, or else, we can go "ah, e.g. you're autistic, & That's Okay. now just get normal, or else." they make me learn all these gender words & pronouns & when will it end??? like well make an effort, people Can have a personal relationship with you / interact with you at all or they Can not do that, & if there's Not a power difference that lets Your [simply existing, just doing my thing] come at the expense of Their more precarious & punished existence, where they Have to deal w/you in a way you don't Have to "deal with" them, then yknow do whatever. let's get to that point, gladly, & take it from there. in the meantime the end all be all Isn't survival whatever it takes, & Any Advantage by logical extension

anyway tl;dr the "social skills" shit always has the double standards & there's double standards in the first place b/c there's a power difference. it's just telling people they Must people please Or Else, but if you frame it as people pleasing as a strategic move to avoid hostility & other harm, ppl can be like "oh no, that's sicko manipulative behavior. just already be or try to become normal Naturally, like me" & did i mention this isn't ableism. & also people only taking issue Really with people pleasing if/when it comes up because there's some point reached where they're not getting what they want anymore. oh if i want to be friends or date someone who people pleases around me that's fine unless & until they don't want this & i'm aware of that, hey :( can't believe you'd be so Dishonest & Unvulnerable around me, like how if you're being more vulnerable with me & sharing more truth i'm more concerned with how that makes me feel vs glad at that development of supposedly getting what i want, or unhappy you didn't already feel safe / want to do so without making it a unilateral matter of "well You felt & acted wrong around me, don't do that anymore"....like why should anyone be Entitled to a personal relationship or vulnerability or whatever is considered being "genuine" with/from anyone, much less where procuring access to someone b/c You want to be friends or partners or whatever Will Happen unless & until they Protest (& ruin it) all in a General Context where abuse is normative & consent is not. ppl just fine claiming that some people are "too honest" or traumadumping or whatever like sharing what are Basic Facts about their lives but hm my being discomfited & not charmed by this & having to put forth any effort to react to something i don't expect has really Wronged me. but i can't believe you'd Wrong ppl by withholding honest info to please them & make them more comfortable. except when you didn't, & that Wronged them. you're inconsiderately Socially Unskilled if you don't follow these scripts to people please, & if you do, you're inconsiderately Socially Unskilled, nobody will Like you if you're fake & manipulative & inauthentic, & whatever they do b/c they don't Like you is inevitable, unquestioned, & your fault. just "be" skilled, i.e. please people always no matter what, i.e. just "be" normal, i.e. just Don't "be" autistic. it's not ableism, just being real. like i'm not transphobic but what can you expect if you're Out, or all Weird with it like that, really unreasonably & entitled & even Cruel to others to expect them Not to be put off & treat you worse over that. like i'm not misogynist but cmon what did she expect. sure ofc abuse is wrong but if your parent did that you must've been an awful kid. The Real Person vs The Inferior (They're Entitled To Own, & Certainly Enjoy Superiority Around) is all the same. victim blaming is the norm & you can do it always & forever & you Can Not. "what if you're the only Real person in the world & everyone else is a simulation" what difference would it make, people being treated worse w/the ableist logic they're inferior & all their internal existence less real? enjoy the logic forever so long as there's not the power to make it anyone else's problem they can't escape Simply as something they don't consent to in a world that actually supports That. but hey i'm Sure you're selfish & lazy or clueless / misguided if you don't Fix yourself inside to just "naturally" Seem Normal, if you can pull it off, there's a narrative to break out forever B/c the status quo hierarchy & normative Success vs Failure within it backs you up, so hey. again, would just be protecting you from ableism with My ableism, so long as you're not too ungrateful & wayward & deviant & a bad person & don't know what's good for you & corruptive to society to accept that

[sleeplessinseattlee]

I always feel like I’m just half a person. everyone else is more of a person than me. I’m just sort of here and I’m not doing it right

[ghoulphile]

sticky fingers | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; mildly dubious consent, dirty talk, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, rough sex, size kink, standing doggystyle, overstimulation, teasing, choking, dacryphilia, cooper howard is his own warning (he nasty y'all), canon compliant - takes place around ep 7, a grab bag mix of the show and the games ➥ summary | “Lil girls should know it’s rude ta steal.” ➥ notes | i love my men like i love my beef jerky 🫠 i wrote this over 16 fevered hours after finishing the finale. hope you enjoy~ minor edits 4/22/24 | x posted to ao3 | masterlist | feedback is always appreciated ❤️ feel free to send in thots, questions, requests!

It begins, as most things in the Southwest Commonwealth do, with a fight for survival.

City life is tough to be sure, but here on the outskirts of pocket civilizations where there’s nothing but long stretches of desolate wasteland - arid, sunbaked earth and scorched shrubbery - for miles around?

Well, if the ferals, fiends, and super mutants don’t get you in the night, then the desert itself will. During the day the sun burns overhead so nuclear hot, heat glimmers on the horizon in dancing waves.

Unforgiving, relentless as blink-and-you-miss-it mirages are swallowed by ever shifting sands.

It’s easy to get lost.

Even easier to boil alive in your armor if you’re unprepared.

Far too many travelers from the Eastern Commonwealths have met their demise here, where shade is sparse, and water even moreso. The rain - if it does blow in over the mountains - brings rad sickness.

If you’re lucky enough to still be alive, the only reprieve from the heat is in the stooped bones of bombed buildings and ramshackle shacks... where you're just as likely to catch a knife in the back from a chem fried addict as you are relief.

Because here, in the Wastes, danger lurks in sand and shadow alike.

You don’t trek out into the flats half-cocked: a fact all locals know. And if you do decide to? Well, you learn one way or another.

No, only the truly ignorant - or the desperate - dare to tempt man and nature.

Consequently, as you dust off the crumbs from the last half of a Fancy Lads Snack Cake and suck a melted smear of icing from your thumb, you're of the latter half.

You tried holding off for as long as you could. But once the shakes started, you knew you couldn’t put off eating lest you pass out and wake up in a slaver camp.

Well, shit, you think as you rattle a dented canister of purified water. This fucking sucks.

Almost going cross-eyed, your tongue hovers under the rim as you watch the last lazy drop fall free. You catch it with a grimace, smacking your lips. The water tastes metal warm in your sour mouth, barely enough to wet your whistle - let alone your thirst.

You began rationing the last of your supplies days ago, and it’s been a battle against light-headedness ever since. Pretty soon you won’t have the strength to defend yourself, scavving be damned.

Come on. Think - gotta think. What can I scrap for caps?

Not only is Filly more than half a day away, Ma June isn’t one for charity cases. The fact she offered twenty extra caps last time for some burnt books and bent bobby pins was as close as you were ever going to get to a Wasteland miracle.

Sunken cheeks and pleading eyes can only get you so far; everyone’s gotta eat.

"Fuck..." The palms of your hands grind into your eye sockets until you see stars. "FUCK!"

There are two unspoken laws in this otherwise lawless land: steal or starve, live or die. A grim reminder that surrounds you in old bleached bones, empty bullet casings, and scraps of cloth fluttering in the breeze.

Someone always has to be top dog. If you’re lucky, they might be willing to share their spoils.

It’s as you’re considering what pieces of yourself you’re willing to barter that you see them. On the horizon, coming from the west, are two dark blobs.

Stark against the flat plains - a shining beacon of salvation - is a man in a ratty duster and cowboy hat. The saddlebag tossed over his shoulder bounces with his steps while a dog trots beside him, its sable coat rippling with muscle.

Pay dirt.

Making sure to keep low and distant, you stalk them. Watching, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

When the sun dips low, the sky a swath of pale pink and gold, they make camp at a blown-out Drumlin Diner. Off in the distance, thunder rumbles and sickly clouds gather.

Dark and roiling, acid green; a Radstorm brewing.

Electricity cracks at your skin, stands your hair on end. You scrub your hands over your arms, huddling into yourself for warmth. Meanwhile, the stranger seems to luxuriate in the budding promise of rad rain.

He lounges under an awning, his back pressed against a defunct Nuka Cola fridge. He gazes in the direction of the oncoming weather while mindlessly running his fingers through the dog’s fur as it curls up against his legs.

Occasionally, its ears twitch, and its eyes crack open.

Whenever it glances in your direction, you hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut but it never gives any other indication that it notices your presence.

A small mercy you’re thankful for.

While you’re a pretty good shot, your body is weak with hunger. Besides, you have quick hands and light feet. There’s no doubt you can stealth your way in and out before he realizes his pack is lighter than he left it.

You’ll only take what you need - not interested in causing any more trouble than is necessary. Some food, maybe something to drink if he can spare it, and something to pawn. Just enough supplies to get you sorted in Filly.

Anyway, he certainly isn’t hurting for it by the look of things.

Any guilt you felt was short-lived when he settled down after dropping his pack inside, walking out with an inhaler of Jet in one hand and a can of Cram in the other.

Watched, greedy, as he cracked it open and picked at the tin of meat with lazy fingers. Salivated as he sucked them clean in between deep pulls of chem.

Soon, you decide, licking your lips as he chews, swallows. Soon.

However when push comes to shove, the stranger proves far more keen than you give him credit for.

The world spins like a hit of Daytripper, a kaleidoscope of color as your skull bounces off the wall with a loud crack. Air rushes from your lungs as something huge - hot and heavy - slams into you from behind.

Pins you against the wall with ease as your ears ring.

Something rattles loose; your teeth too large and your tongue too thick. Warm metal floods your mouth as the side of your face throbs in time with the rabbit fast stutter of your heartbeat.

Pain sparks and your stomach rolls.

"Wha's?" you slur, thoughts dripping like wax. "Wh-at's..."

Meanwhile, a gloved hand lassos around your throat like a collar. Brute fingers squeeze the tender flesh of your jugular until you hear your pulse in your ears. Senses struggling - sluggish to adjust in the encroaching night - as tiny cavities eat at your vision, little pockets of darkness.

“Lil girls should know it’s rude ta steal," a gruff voice mocks. “Betcha thought you was real slick, huh? Tch. You ask me, you’re dumber than shit, Darlin'.”

Trying to regain your bearings, you shake your head only to groan. “I don’t - ‘m not -” It’s difficult to concentrate, a throbbing tempo taking up residence in your temples. The words come slow. “Wha’d you mean?”

He whistles, long and low-pitched, "D’ya have any idea who you're fucking with?"

“N-No…”

“How’s about I show you, then?”

Warm breath puffs over the shell of your ear, a tongue sliding out to trace along the lobe. You jolt, squirming in discomfort as he crowds closer.

“Tasty lil thing like you, wrapped up all nice and pretty just for me." He chuckles. "Why, it must be Christmas.”

What the hell is he talking about?

It’s hard to breathe with his heavy weight suffocating you; the scent of gunpowder and bitter smoke clogging your nostrils with every labored inhale. His lips - ragged - scrape over the nape of your neck.

The grip on your throat squeezes once, twice; leather sticks to your sweaty skin.

You squint your sore eyes, taking in the faint flickers of firelight that spill through the open doorway. The desert chill of night has settled in, creeping through the busted out windows to dig beneath your padded armor.

Thunder rumbles directly overhead as lightning follows in flashes of acid green. It’s only a matter of time before sheets of rain come pouring down; the air sticky with humidity, trembling with energy.

The Radstorm has finally arrived.

You’ll undoubtedly get sick if you leave the shelter of the diner - might even die from it if you can’t afford or find any RadAway. But as the stranger’s chest digs into your shoulders, and the dog curls up in the corner - uncaring of your plight as its nose tucks into the whip-thin tail - you think you’ll take your chances.

Tilting back to glance at him from over your shoulder through damp eyes, you say, “Look--”

Only his hand moves, viper quick, as it slides from the front of your neck to the nape. Strong fingers clamp down like a vice, like scuffing an unruly dog.

He grinds your face into the wall, rough metal shredding your cheek.

You cry out, a soft, pained little thing that echoes through the empty diner.

“Now why’d you gotta go an' make me do that?”

A phantom glimpse told you all you needed to know; broad jaw, thin lips, a hollow nasal ridge, creeping radiation burns and cracked skin. Ghoul.

“Let’s try this again, Sugar.”

His free hand - sans glove - creeps over the curve of your hip to splay along the swell of your belly, fingers tucking up under the hem of your shirt. You shiver at the stroke of roughened skin.

“Don’t take another peep or I might jus' have ta pluck out those pretty eyes of yours.”

Dread pools low in your gut, a leaden ball.

Everything in you screams: RUN, RUN, RUN.

Alarms blare but you freeze. Stare straight ahead at the featureless wall, eyes wide and unseeing. Through the foggy mire of your thoughts - half formed and shapeless - you have enough presence to understand the precarious nature of your position. 

Heart hammering, you plead for mercy, “Please, I’m - I’m sorry.”

"Aw, ain't that real sweet?" He remains impassive, unmoved. "The little thief does got some manners after all."

Without warning, the sharp toe of his cowboy boot kicks apart your feet. In the ensuing empty space between your thighs, his leg slots into place. Spurs dig into the tender meat of your ankle, little kisses of pain, as his hips rut forward against your ass.

You choke on your spit, pulse jumping in your throat.

"H-Hey, that's..." You attempt to shove at any part of him you can reach to no avail. Built and broad with compact muscle, it's like trying to move a brick wall. "I said I was sorry, okay!"

He ignores you, burying his face into the space behind your ear. A deep inhale sounds next to your head, the expansion of his chest against your back so firm you're not sure you won't fuse together.

The whiskey rough groan he releases does wicked things, makes your mind wander to places it shouldn't. Full of grit and gravel as his cock twitches against your backside, a burning line of heat.

A shiver ricochets down your spine.

He grunts, says, "Mm, you smell good enough ta eat."

The cap of his knee nudges up against your clit with a sudden jolt, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and a sob threatens to scrape its way up from the depths of your throat.

You swallow, mouth desert dry. "Come on, let's just forget all about this, yeah?" you reason. "No harm done. I'll even give you whatever I've got left so - so..."

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, the vibration rattling through your chest. "So?" he prompts, plucking at the waistband of your trousers.

"So let me go?"

"Now why would I go an' do an asinine thing like that?" he replies. "If you think you can buy your freedom, think again, Sweetheart."

Rain pings off the metal roof, the smell of pungent ozone and rusting metal wafting in through busted windows and open doors.

“'Sides,” he pauses to turn your attention outside, “I’d hate ta have you yakin’ before the fun’s even started.”

There’s no way to misconstrue his meaning when he punctuates the statement with a teasing rut of his hips. Those rugged fingers tug open the clasp of your trousers, yank until the material goes slack and pools around your ankles.

“Hey, wait--!”

You jolt, hands scrambling for purchase as he slides his leg against your core. The friction of his pants through your thin cotton underwear makes you ache.

Ripping through your bottom lip, blood beading to the surface, you choke on a high-pitched whimper. "I..."

There's no way he can't feel your reaction.

How quickly you're getting wet as he drags you along the length of his thigh while yanking your hips back into the cradle of his pelvis. You meet him in a slow grind that boils your blood and steals the breath from your lungs.

It’s been - shit - far too long since you’ve felt anything other than hunger, thirst; the animal drive to keep pushing forward.

"You like this, don'tcha?"

You hear the dagger-sharp smile hidden in his words.

He croons, "What would your fellow smoothies think, huh? Here you are lettin’ a ghoul get you all hot n bothered - and you’re lovin’ it. Ain't you?"

You throb in response, heat stealing its way into your cheeks as you turn your head away in shame. His dark chuckle lets you know he felt the squeeze of your thighs, the rock and dip of your hips against his knee.

"I - I don't..." you stutter, struggling for a retort. “I’m not--”

A tremble works its way through your body, crushed as you are between the rad warm burn of his body and the wall. Completely at his mercy as you try to figure out where it all went wrong and what you can do to worm your way out of this one.

Terrified of what'll happen if you stay, terrified of what'll happen if you go; stuck in limbo as what was meant to be a simple grab-and-dash devolved into this confusing cluster of shame and lust.

You loathe the embers of desire kindling to life low in your belly.

"You really outta start bein' more honest, Sweetheart."

A large hand dips beneath the worn band of your underwear, and you wait with baited breath. Helpless as calloused fingertips brush over the swell of your mond.

Your inner thighs are uncomfortably sticky with slick, and your eyes burn in humiliation. Your throat trembles around all the words you want to say.

"Didn't anyone teach you lyin' was bad?" he asks rhetorically as his fingers slip down to play with the swollen bud of your clit, tapping lightly.

You keen, low and wounded.

Short nails dig into your palms as you flex your hands for want of something to grab onto.

“I am being honest,” you bite out through grit teeth. Sweat dapples your furrowed brow. “Just lemme go, please.”

"I find that hard ta believe," he replies. "Sorry to say, but you're shit at lyin'. Just look how hungry your lil cunt is for me."

It’s the only warning you get before those long digits plunge deep inside, two becoming three as they stretch you wide. Hollow you out; knuckles massaging your entrance as the tips prod along the sensitive front wall of your cunt.

You clamp down with a strangled moan. “Shit!”

This is a horrible idea - but it’s been forever and a day since you’ve felt anything other than your own touch.

Whether it be the bone-deep loneliness you’ve been shoving down for months or the sudden, inexplicable need for contact, you long for a reminder that you’re still alive.

That you’re not some wrath of the Wasteland filled with sand and blood, doing whatever it takes to survive in a place that would rather see you fail.

“I - I’m not sure.”

He snorts but offers no council or reassurances, using his free hand to yank at the back of your head in impatience. While it might’ve been a fairer fight if you weren’t in such bad shape, there’s no denying that he’s proven himself to be more adept.

Stronger, quicker.

This is going to happen either way.

And that turns you on - even though you feel like it shouldn’t.

If you give in, if he forces you to give in, it’s not really your fault then, is it? You can enjoy it because you have no choice.

Fuck it, you think, closing your eyes and tilting your head to the side in submission.

Like a doll with cut strings, all the fight drains from your body and you’re left sharing space. The ghoul is a furnace of heat behind you, barely any space to breathe he’s crowded so close.

His cock thickens where it digs into the soft fat of your ass, as large and intimidating as the man himself. “Now stay still for me.”

The or else goes unspoken.

Then he’s stepping away, a rush of cold air filling the empty space at your back.

You shiver, tempted to turn around. Maybe make a run for it. The only thing stopping you is the awareness that his threats aren’t so idle. In your experience, it’s far better to befriend the monster than to anger it.

So you comply, waiting an eternity as your senses strain to pick up on anything other than the murmuring hush of rain, the rumble of thunder, as the Radstorm continues to blow its way through.

Though just when you think he might’ve left, ready to chance moving, you hear the clink of a belt buckle clicking open. The scuff of boots across the linoleum before broad hands shove up under your shirt, scarred palms bare as they settle on your hips.

You tense before forcing yourself to relax.

“You ain’t as stupid as I thought,” he says. “Good girl.”

A test.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“I can listen,” you mumble, keeping calm as his hands explore the plains of your stomach, pluck at the waistband of your panties. “Promise ‘m not gonna do anything else.”

Learned my lesson the first time. Got my skull cracked open for it.

“That’s what I like ta hear.”

Without warning, your panties are being ripped from you, scraps of fabric fluttering useless to the floor. You squawk in indignation but then a heavy hand settles between your shoulder blades.

He presses down, and you follow without complaint, finding yourself bent in half.

And then the fat head of his cock is right there, teasing at your entrance. He plays with your cunt, slipping the shaft between your wet folds. Dragging up the length of you to tap at your swollen clit.

Jerking in his hold, you whine and try to bear down with all your weight. “Please,” you squirm. “Please, c’mon…”

His grip remains firm, bruising as he exhales next to your ear, a pleased little grumble. “Thatta girl. Now tell me, who’s my pretty lil thief?”

Every hard ridge of his body bites into the softness of yours, your stiff nipples dragging against the rough material of your shirt. Zings of pleasure shoot through you; bursting in your bloodstream, fizzy like warm Nuka Cola.

“I-”

“Go on now, Sweetheart: say it.” Fingers dig into your hips so hard your bones ache. “Or I jus' might be tempted ta take a bite outta your pretty lil backside instead.”

He’s bluffing, you think, half delirious, … Right? He wouldn’t--

You swallow, throat clicking, and squirm against him.

Is that a chance you’re willing to take?

No, no it’s not.

“Y-Yours - I’m - I’m your little thief.”

The unexpected flare of satisfaction in his voice is almost your undoing. A hand pets down your flank, swatting the outside of your thigh playfully.

“Good girl.” He demands, “Say it again.”

Sharp hip bones kick forward against your ass as he lines himself up and starts to bully his way inside.

“I’m - YOURS!”

Your soft, gummy walls flutter, squeeze until giving in with a pop under the hard pressure of the fat head. His cock stretches you out, thick and girthy.

Ridges of scar tissue and patches of rough friction pockmark his shaft, massaging tender places as he fills you up, fucking you open.

He feeds you inch after inch… until he can’t.

“Wait!”

Accommodating his girth is a struggle, your cunt filled to the brim by the time he’s halfway inside. No amount of slick could make him fit, so he makes do with harsh little jerks of his hips. Forces himself deeper and deeper until he glides home nice and smooth, sheathing himself to the base with a sigh of satisfaction.

You clamp down hard with a hiccupy whine, walls furtively trying to push him out. “A-Ah!”

“Goddamn,” he huffs, hands kneading your ass, “You’re a tight fit.”

Tears prick your lash line, your hips shifting as you try to stop him from moving. Begging for a moment of reprieve. You’ve never taken something so big and thick, so textured before.

Coupled with the minimal foreplay, it feels like he’s punched his way through your body. Hollowed you out to make a home for himself.

Pussy aching, a low burning tightness creeps over your lower belly as tender flesh pulses uncomfortably around the unforgiving heft of his cock seated deep inside. You swear you feel him poking your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, heat settling into your cheeks. “J-Just wait a sec-ond! I can’t - oh shit.” 

“Aw, look at you.” Fingers reach around to brush over your cheeks, gather the tears that’ve slipped free. “Didn’t mean ta make you cry,” he lies.

The sound of him sucking his fingers clean reaches your ears. Your stomach swoops, and your clit throbs. Dazed as you wonder what his mouth would feel like on your pussy.

"Hah - too much, you're - fuck - you're too big."

He snickers. “Can’t be helped, I guess.” Body rippling in a shrug, his hands re-settling on your hips. “But that’s all right - I like it better when they cry.”

Before you can retort, he pulls his hips back.

Your toes curl in your boots, feet squeaking across the linoleum floor as your sweaty forehead grinds into the cool metal of the wall. The texture of his shaft burns as it slides through your swollen folds, dragging against sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed.

You can’t tell if it’s the best you’ve ever felt or the worst, but you nearly sob all the same, nerves alight with liquid fire. Want him as deep inside as he can go; a frenzy of desperation that needs him to stuff you so full you choke.

“See for all your whining, you’re takin’ me so well. What did I say about bein' honest?”

You sniffle, blurry eyes creaking open to stare out the window.

Your body throbs in time with your pulse, your pussy so stretched out you can’t clench down when he thrusts in deep. The fat mushroom head teases your cervix, a faint whisper, before he’s drawing back again.

“T-Too fast,” you stutter, head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. Your thighs tremble, knees going soft. “Slow down, slow down.”

“Sh, you can take it. I know you can.”

With a grunt, he surges forward. Wasting no time in starting up a brutal pace that rattles your bones. He drives you hard into the side of the diner; tits crushed and face smashed, a disgusting mixture of tears and drool wetting your cheek.

“Just like that, Sweetheart.”

You do little more than hold on, all thoughts driven from your mind as he fucks you swollen and bruised. Cunt a sticky mess as your slick eases the way, clinging to your inner thighs and dripping down his heavy balls.

Every thrust punches little sounds from you, and he grunts. “Fuck!”

Your hands cling to the sides of his hips, focusing on the shift of muscle beneath heavy fabric. “I can’t,” you slur, eyes cloudy as you glance up into his, gazes meeting for the first time. “Please, I - ah!”

His thrusts turn punishing, even more so than they already were, hips meet your ass with enough force to leave bruises. “What did I say about sneakin' a peek?”

While the words sound threatening, his voice is heated and breathy. For all his talk, he doesn’t look away. In fact, his hips slow into languid rolls, grinding close. When your eyes slide from his, he reaches down to pinch your clit between his fingers.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chides. “You keep those eyes on me.”

Pretty, you think, dazed.

Glinting in the slants of firelight like wet sand or a Nuka Cola bottle in the sun; bourbon warm as they peer at you from beneath a heavy brow bone.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl."

Eyes fluttering when he flexes his hips in reward, the tip massaging along your g-spot, your mouth drops open on a whine.

“O-Oh! Right there, I - fuck, please don’t stop. ‘m so close.” F-Feels s'good.

His bare hand reaches up to curl around your jaw, gnarled fingers pushing their way past the open circle of your swollen lips. They compress your tongue as they gather saliva, stroking along your tastebuds.

Gritty, rough; he tastes of dirt, blood, and gunpowder.

You sneak a kiss to his scarred knuckle when he pulls free.

“Shit, I’ll be damned. You’re just a nasty lil freak, ain't you?”

You moan in response, stretching up on your tip-toes and arching your hips to change the angle. Your palms rest beside your head, docile.

A crazed grin cracks the corners of his lips, his teeth bared like an animal. “I like that,” he husks. “Now be a peach…”

Then those soaked digits are finding their way between your thighs, ghosting over your skin to smear spit onto your abused clit. The tender bud throbs beneath his fingertips, swollen and begging for attention.

He hitches his hips forward to feel you jerk, pulsing beneath his touch as he resumes a fast, jolting pace that has you smacking into the wall.

“And cum for me.”

A deep rumble escapes his throat, the sloppy, wet sounds of him fucking you ringing loud in your ears. Your hips roll, unsure if you want to press forward into the swirl of his fingers or back into the rut of his cock.

Tears stream down your cheeks, your chest heaving with weak sobs.

“Please,” you whine, his shaft pinching your walls uncomfortably. You feel swollen, rubbed raw. “A-Almost there.”

A nip to the ear is all it takes.

“Hhaah, I’m--!”

The liquid heat that’s been pooling low in your belly - building and building - finally bursts in a gush of slick that soaks his hand. Darkens the crotch of his pants as it drips down your thighs to splash against the tile.

You sob, a full body tremor zipping through you like bottled lightening.

In the aftermath, your cunt twitches in time with your heartbeat. Hands numb and head full of cotton as cramps bloom between your hips. Sharp little stabs shoot up behind your navel.

“Shit, I’ve got myself a gusher,” he laughs, a nasty little smirk tugging at his lips. “Look at the mess you made. Now if you ask real sweet-like, maybe I’ll let you clean it up with your tongue.”

You sag, too boneless to be ashamed as electric aftershocks tingle along your nerves. All the while, his pace never falters, quickly fucking you into overstimulation.

Your clit twitches pathetically when the fat head of his cock drags along your g-spot. "No more," you mumble weakly, letting him maneuver your body how he likes. "Please."

“Heh, let’s see if you can do that again.”

You whimper, “Oh, oh, please n-no. I - I can’t. You’ll break me.”

“That’s real cute,” his lips, harsh and rasping, drag over the shell of your ear, “but I wasn’t askin’.”

The grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain, digging in and marking you up.

“Now, why don’ we have some real fun, Darlin'?”

[aromantic-pantyanarchy]

It's me. I'm the cis, heterosexual, aromantic man. I will never marry, I will never be married, I will grow into middle age and elder age and I will die unmarried. I will be forced to support a household of myself on only my wages alone for the rest of my life. I will be asked about women and marriage and children by my family for the rest of my life (or men, the progressive ones might say). I may not ever come out to them. I feel like I burned my coming out on something stupid. I don't want to explain it. I don't want to run them through the definitions and intricacies. I don't want the acceptance without understanding, placating me with ceased questions and poor explanations to other, drunk adults.

I like my hair to be long, I spent a year with it dyed a golden blonde with dark roots because I like the trashy party girl aesthetic. I want to dye it again with pink tips. I like painting my nails, black and blue are my favorite colors. I like wearing chokers. I also like wearing baggy jeans and ratty hoodies. I like having stubble. I like having chest hair. I like having a square jaw and broad shoulders. I wish I had a flatter stomach and a thinner profile frame. I don't know what this makes me, perhaps this is something no more GNC than Machine Gun Kelly. I think about this a lot, how queer my appearance truly is. I should think about it less. I have thought long and hard about if I could be trans or if I could be non-binary or if I could be genderqueer and the conclusion I ultimately came to is that I most enjoy being a man open to whatever self-expression I want.

I don't date, but I've thought about it. I would like to meet people, and I would like to have sex with them. But I don't want to hurt them. I fear if I explain what I am beforehand it'll scare them away. I fear if I explain after they'll feel manipulated or abused. I don't know how many people in the dating scene want what I want. I fear my own lack of experience will make me a bad lay, an embarrassing story to tell to confidants in hindsight. I fear my own virginity, a boundary to those I wish to be like. All of these fears are baseless, as I've not been able to even begin a single relationship in my life. Despite this I still heavily identify with terms like "slut" and "manwhore" and "thot" because my interests lay so deeply within casual sex, sex without great intimacy or emotion. This may be some form of stolen valor. I hope the true sluts are not too mad at me.

I made this blog several years ago because a mutual of mine reblogged memes making fun of aro and ace people, making fun of the concept of aphobia, and in addition well known aphobes. I didn't feel comfortable talking about aro stuff on my main blog, for as little as I talk about it. Living through the ace discourse of the 2016 era has largely caused me to cringe in embarrassment any time I am forced to discuss my orientation with people who aren't aro or ace themselves. I no longer follow this person. I unfollowed many people I was mutuals with from that time, most of them because they posted too often about how much they hated men and I didn't want to see that, some because our interests simply drifted too far apart, only one for explicit aphobia reasons. (Also one because they became a "both sides are bad, any vote is wasted" libertarian, but that's unrelated.)

I guess at this point I don't care deeply about what strangers on the internet think of me. If a trusted friend told me that they don't think I'm truly queer that may hurt. But I am going to continue to use the word for myself. I take up no resources. I go to events that are open to me. If an event was not open to me, I think I'd not want to go anyways. I am not a hypothetical, I am not a strawman, I am a person with lived experiences both within and exterior to the queer community. If you hate me, I will permit you to continue to do so. But ultimately, I am who I am, I cannot change these facts, and I would not choose to do so even if I could.

[syd-djarin]

nut vid with the sound on

frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

You accidently send Frankie a text that he wasn't supposed to see.

~1.5k words

tags: EXPLICIT, accidently sending a screenshot meant for someone else, reader is feral (she just like me), sexting, mention of light choking, virtual mutual masturbation (m & f!), flirting, Frankie is a consent king!, dirtyyyy talk, voice notes, nudes, nut vid with the sound on, they're so horny for each other

this is my first Frankie fic and I've been thoroughly enjoying myself in the Catfish Pond ;) I hope y'all like the text format, I had fun writing it like this. special shoutout to my babe @almostempty !!! she matches my freak, feeds my delusions & sparks my horny thots. thank you for cheering me on and helping with the dialogue I love you LOTS <3333

consulted this page for spanish used :)

translations:

princesa - princess

tócame - touch me

que cosa/cosita mas linda - what a pretty/pretty little thing

mierda - shit

ay dios - oh god

hazme el amor - make love to me

banners by: @cafekitsune <3

smut below the cut, y'all know the drill!

Frankie: You coming tomorrow? 

You: Yes, of course :) 

Frankie: Good. 

Bestie: bitch if you don’t make a move on fish

Bestie: It’s been months!!! Find out why they call him Catfish ;) 

You: STOPPPP 

You: you’re right tho I am dying to know

You: Wanna suck his dick til the skin falls OFF 

You caption the screenshot of Frankie’s latest Instagram post and text it to your bestie who will appreciate your level of freakiness. 

You continue your scrolling. 

*ding* 

Frankie: I don't think this message was meant for me, princesa.  

Opening his text, you realize to your horror that you sent your thirsty thoughts TO Frankie. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck!

You: shit, I’m SO so so incredibly sorry! Totally inappropriate and not cool. I definitely meant to send that to someone else. Totally exiling myself from the group. 

Frankie: You meant to tell someone else that you wanna suck my dick til the skin falls off? 

You: It wasn’t for you. Please forget you saw it. Please Frankie :( 

Frankie: hell of a thing to send to someone. how am I supposed to forget the idea now?

You: Pretend. It was a mistake. 

Frankie: a mistake? as in, you didn’t mean it? 

You: Can we drop it? 

Frankie: seemed pretty specific for a mistake. you got freaky with it

You: It doesn’t matter. It was stupid. Please let it go 

Frankie: I don’t think I can, princesa

Frankie: not after imagining it 

Frankie: You sent a whole screenshot, with a colorful caption attached. That's intentional.

If you weren’t so humiliated, you’d be giggling and kicking your feet in the air that he is calling you princess, but you can only assume he is being patronizing. 

You: This is so fucking embarrassing. 

Frankie: Not too embarrassed to keep texting though…

You: Frankie don’t 

Frankie: You really think about me like that? 

You: I think you already know the answer to that

Frankie: I do, but I wanted to hear it from you. This time directly to me

Frankie: I think about you 

Frankie: All the time

You: Frankie, please. 

You: I already feel terrible 

Frankie: Never thought you’d see me like that. Now you’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my cock? and you want me to drop it? 

You: Please don’t fuck with me. I’m already mortified beyond belief like I can’t show my face around here anymore!! I’m sorry I sent it okay? 

You: I’ll skip the kickback if it's going to be too weird now. 

Frankie: Wouldn’t be the same without you there. I’d never tell you not to come. 

Frankie: If you really want me to drop it, I will. just say the word 

Frankie: but you should know

Frankie: I think you’re gorgeous, hilarious, too fucking smart to be hanging out with us  

Frankie: I lose my mind goddamn mind when I’m near you 

Frankie: and knowing you’ve been thinking about me too has me hard as a fucking rock 

You: Do you really mean that? 

Frankie: Yes I do, baby. You have no idea what you do to me 

You: Yeah? I might need some enlightenment. 

There’s a pause. You brace for impact; that he is really pulling your leg and he and the guys are doubled over laughing at your expense. 

Frankie: Might be better if you hear it straight from the Fish’s mouth

Frankie: Get it? Like horse’s mouth but it’s a fish instead 

You: I hate to admit I did one of those huff exhales that you do when something is amusing but not quite funny enough to warrant a full laugh

Frankie: At least you smiled. That’s good enough for me

Frankie: Sending a voice note, is that okay? 

You: Of course

Then the notification for a voice memo appears. Your fingers hover over the screen before you press play and Frankie’s low, gravelly voice spills into your ears. 

“Bebita, you have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this. I’ve been yours since I first laid eyes on you…You’ve got me sitting here in my truck, trying to keep my shit together, but all I can think about is you on your knees for me. Told the guys I had to take a call… they’d give me shit right now if they knew… they’ve been ribbing me for months to ask you out but I was too chicken shit… way too pretty for me… definitely funnier and smarter than me, but you should know I’m not intimidated by that it's fucking hot… Fuck you’d look so good for me. I’d slide my cock into your mouth so slow, watch your lips stretch around me. You have the prettiest eyes and lips, you’d be heaven down on your knees for me…Shit, I’d lose my mind watching you take it. You’d look so pretty with your mouth full of me, baby. So fucking pretty.” 

Frankie: Are you touching yourself? Tell me, pretty girl 

You: And if I was?

Frankie: Good girl 

Frankie: What are you thinking? How do you feel?

You: So so good, Frankie

You: Thinking about your big strong hands all over me has me drooling baby

Another voice memo appears. When you press play, there’s a groan—a low, throaty sound that makes your entire body shiver. 

“You been thinking about my hands, princesa? Want me to hold those pretty tits with my hands, hmmm? Play with your nipples, massage them…maybe you’d like one of my hands gently pressing into the sides of your throat… if you’re into it of course!” 

Frankie’s urgency to make sure you’re into that sort of thing makes you smile. The caring, thoughtful Frankie that you know. 

“I am so hard for you– ay dios!…Thinking about you sitting on my face, trapped underneath your gorgeous thighs… make you come all over my face. Need you to make a mess on me… rub your pretty little clit on my nose, that’s why I have this big nose… so you can use it fuuuuuuuck…”

His voice grows rougher, more ragged. You can hear the slick, clapping sounds and his breathing. Heavy and uneven. 

“Mierda, I’m so fucking close, wish you were here baby–unghhhhh… wanna feel you around me, your pussy squeezin’ my cock… make you come ‘til you’re begging me to stop… do whatever you ask me to…”

You: Show me. I want to see Frankie, please 

Frankie: Wanna hear you say it in your pretty voice 

Frankie: Let me hear you beg all sweet like for me and I’ll show you what you do to me 

You: “Frankie ohhhhh baby I need you so bad… tócame, Frankie, por favor…Always think about climbing in your lap, running my hands through those— ahhhhhh!— curls, wanna feel how deep you get when I ride you… wanna feel you in my goddamn throat — fuck, can you hear how wet I am? I’m making such a mess oh my godddddd… never been this fucking wet baby…”

Frankie: babygirl you’re gonna be the death of me

Frankie: love your voice and the pretty sounds your pussy is making for me 

You: can I send a video? 

Frankie: no pressure. only if you’re comfortable with it 😘

You: that’s not what I asked, Francisco

Frankie: I know you mean business when you use my government name 

Frankie: yeah baby i wanna see whatever you wanna show me 

You: Attachment: 1 Video 

“Hazme el amor, Frankie…” 

Your legs are spread open, your core on display for the camera. He smiles thinking you probably had to find something to prop your phone on. You’ve got two fingers teasing in and out of your glistening pussy.

Frankie: que cosita más linda 

Frankie: You have the prettiest, messiest little pussy baby. Thank you for showing me. I can’t wait to taste her

Frankie: As promised, you want something in return for being such a good girl for me? 

You: yes please 😇

Frankie: sound up 😘

Attachment: 1 Video 

“Fuuuuuuck babygirl… see what you do to me… need to be close to you, need to feel you… make you feel good like you deserve… this is all for you, I am all for you baby…”

Frankie has his cock pulled out of his unzipped jeans, still in his truck, pumping himself. You admire the size and girth of him, so thick and gorgeous. You know the sting and stretch of him entering you for the first time will be delicious. It’s so hot knowing he had to slip away from the guy's night to relieve himself—couldn’t even wait til he got home. 

“Been dreaming of you for months, always imagine you when I’m touching myself, you’re in all my thoughts baby… mierda I’m gonna come, fuck baby—unghhhhhh— gonna come so hard for you — ohhhhhhhh fuck…” 

Thick ropes of cum drip down his hand, where he’s slowly riding out his high, breath heaving in exhaustion. 

You: I think I just blacked out 

You: I came so hard watching you fuck

Frankie: Such a good girl, baby. You did so good making yourself come 

Frankie: Drink some water 😘

You: Thank you Frankie :) 🩷

You: chugging some water as we speak🫡 

Frankie: that’s my girl 

Frankie: get some sleep, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow 😘😘

BONUS: frankie's insta

tagging babes who might enjoy: @katiexpunk @evolnoomym @studioghibelli @joelmillerisapunk @joelslegalwhre @sanarsi @tightjeansjavi @milly-louise <3333

@pedrostories

[luxcuriousao3]

I've been messing around lately, writing Ghost in different ways to see which rings most true to his character (in my opinion). I wouldn't say that it does ring true for me in this one (then again this one did spawn from my stalker!Ghost thots, tho this fic isn't part of that universe), but I decided to post it anyway. So this little ficlet, despite being xReader, is more of a Ghost character study than anything else. This characterization is definitely experimental, and leans into the "Ghost and Simon are separate personalities" headcanon. No smut, but still NSFW.

Ghost x general's daughter!Reader

You were the daughter of some aging General, a balding, pot-bellied man on his way out, an honorable discharge in his near future. You’d come to visit him on the base, a tray of gooey brownies held firmly in your hands, two hot cocoas balanced on top, and a visitor’s badge pinned to your chest.

Initially, Ghost hadn’t taken much notice of you. Pretty thing, would be easy to kill, was his first impression. A casual, fleeting thought that he paid no attention to but made Simon shudder. There had been a time that when Ghost was in control, Simon was entirely unaware. He would come to and hours could have passed, sometimes days, or, on one particularly grueling campaign, even weeks. It was how he knew there was something evil lurking inside him. But in the desert, all was revealed, and Simon and Ghost were irrevocably tangled up in one another, the same but not, like two different sides of a single coin.

It wasn’t until you walked straight into his firm, broad chest and spilled the scaldingly hot drinks on him that he really noticed you.

Clumsy fuckin’ bird, Ghost thought angrily as he grunted in pain. Should break your bloody wings.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” You chirped, looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He waited for you to flinch and look away when you saw his mask, but you didn’t. You just shifted your tray of brownies to one hand, the other fluttering uselessly over his soaking wet chest for a few seconds, before you grabbed the hem of your dress in a panic and lifted it up to try and dry him off with it.

Your dress was long, long enough to keep you from flashing him entirely, but he still caught an eyeful of your legs, even a glimpse of your plush thighs. At least until you realized what you were doing and dropped your dress again with a squeak of embarrassment, cheeks reddening.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeated earnestly, as Ghost stared down at you in bemusement. It wasn’t often he was shocked by someone’s behavior, but you were just so odd. It was, admittedly, amusing. Watching you squawk and try to smooth your ruffled feathers was like watching someone who’d tried to kill him choke on their own blood. Entertaining. Satisfying. Vaguely erotic.

“Are you okay?” You finally remembered to ask, reaching out to touch him again, as if to check him over. Ghost’s hands shot up, one wrapping around your wrist in a firm grip, the other moving to stop your dessert tray—which was tilting dangerously—from falling. He could feel your pulse thrumming beneath his finger tips, and the warmth of your skin seeped through his glove.

“M’fine,” he said shortly, voice deep and grumbly but not as hostile as usual. Simon’s influence, no doubt. Ghost almost rolled his eyes. His other half always banged on and on about treating ladies with proper respect. Ghost wasn’t particularly interested in sex with other people, preferring to fuck his own fist if the urge grew too great to ignore, but he thought about bending you over right here in this hallway and bullying Simon’s big cock into you, just to spite him.

“Oh! Thank you,” you said with a charming smile, entirely ignorant to the image he’d conjured up of you. One he found himself enjoying more than he’d thought he would. “I really am sorry,” you said for the third time, like a parrot echoing itself. Little bird indeed. “I’m such a klutz. Except for when I’m dancing. Then I’ve got at least a modicum of grace.”

Beneath his mask, Ghost raised a brow. Had he mistakenly given off the impression that he cared?

His silence was pointed, and you flushed deeper. You pushed the tray of brownies towards him, seemingly unphased by the grip he still had on it and your wrist. He let go.

“Go ahead, take it,” you said encouragingly, holding out the treat insistently. “It’s the least I can do to make up for ruining your shirt… I can always make more for Daddy another day.”

Simon’s cock twitched, and this time the dirty thoughts in their head were entirely his. Though Ghost could admit the thought of you calling him Daddy in that sweet little voice of yours, all innocent and sincere, was appealing. Perhaps there was something attractive about fucking another person after all.

“Don’t want any,” Ghost answered after a moment, and your face fell. But instead of taking his words for the dismissal they were, you perked back up and continued talking.

“Do you not like brownies? I can make you something else and come back tomorrow,” you offered, for some unknowable reason. Both Simon and Ghost were astounded the conversation had lasted this long, and worse yet, showed no signs of ending. “I can make lemon bars, white chocolate truffles, pudding, anything you’d like.. But nothing too fancy.” You giggled. No one had ever giggled in Ghost’s presence before. “I’m no professional baker. I just do it when the mood strikes, or when Daddy is craving something sugary. He’s the one who taught me to bake. Oh! Do you have any allergies? Nuts, gluten, anything? I don’t want to poison you…”

And on and on you went, rambling like Ghost was actually listening to you. Except that he was. Perhaps it was cruel curiosity, wanting to see how long you’d carry on making a fool of yourself. Or maybe it was Simon pitying you for the nerves in your voice, not wanting to interrupt you and make you more anxious. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you were showing Ghost more kindness than he had ever received in his life.

Simon had experienced the joys of living, of companionship and love. Ghost had not, though he’d seen it all through their eyes. He hadn’t really thought that he was missing out on anything.

But now, with a lovely little dove like you offering to bake for him—not Simon, but Ghost—he thought he maybe he was, if just a tad. Especially if your pussy tasted as sweet as your baked goods smelled.

[paxaz535]

Brother’s Best Friend

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paige x black!oc

chapter viii (8)

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note: so so sorry for the late update guys ,, i’ve been busy lately :/ but here it is!

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“P. let me go.” Daveli whispered as she looked down at paige’s hands. Paige sighed but listened to the girl, knowing that what Nai said wouldn’t slide past eli, no matter what.

Daveli quickly turned around, full speed walking towards the light skin. Nai quickly squared up, already knowing what Daveli was up to. “Come on bitch. Show me i’m a thot.” Eli spoke as she squared up as well.

“Should we let em fight?” David asked. “Hell yea. she just disrespected my best friend. And as for you bitch, I wanna see you try and jump in.” Makayla spoke as she pointed towards Mia. The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes, stepping back.

Daveli decided to swing on her first, breaking her top rule when it came to fighting but she couldn’t deal with the girl anymore. Nai got away with too much shit and this was Daveli’s breaking point.

Nai immediately tried to go for her hair but Eli punched her to the floor. Swear words could be heard left from right, the girls going at it. It was getting to a point where Paige noticed Nai was getting weaker, signaling her that it was time to break up the fight.

“Alright!” The blonde pulled Eli off, letting Nai stand up. “You a bitch!” Daveli laughed, a smile on her face. “You just got your ass beat like one, fuck outta my face.” She exclaimed as Paige drug her towards the bedroom.

“I told david ass not to bring her.” Daveli spoke as she stood in the mirror of the bathroom. “Girl, you almost killed her.” Azzi exclaimed, she was still in shock of how fast everything happened. Eli chuckled, shaking her head. “She lucky Paige pulled me away.”

Jaida was rewatching the video on her phone, laughing at how Nai fell to the floor with one punch. “This is crazy.” Caroline spoke as she watched as well. Daveli looked at her own phone and noticed the time. “We should start getting ready. It takes us a while to get there.” Everyone nodded, immediately getting their outfits out.

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This is why Makayla absolutely adored Daveli. The girl just got into a fight and now she’s driving her car, listening to music like nothing completely happened. They all decided to only take three cars. Daveli, Makayla, Emma, Azzi and Carol is in Daveli’s SUV, Paige, Jaida and the twins decided to ride with David and them. Everyone was following Eli’s car because she had the gps.

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They were 15 minutes away from the arcade and Eli got more excited as they got closer. The music was playing and the vibes was good, she had a feeling she was gonna like this little group they’ve formed.

As Eli pulled up to a stop sign, she heard Emma gasped. Emma had saw that Derek had posted a photo of them, but in the background you can see Paige and Mia all boo’d up. Emma showed Azzi and Carol and the two had the same reaction. Daveli was confused, “What are we gasping for?”

Makayla looked at the hispanic from her passenger seat with her eyebrow raised. Emma looked at her phone before showing Makayla. The light turned green and Daveli had to move so she couldn’t see the picture. Makayla looked at the girl and back at the phone. Eli quickly looked at her face before turning back to the road. “Yall, what the fuck?”

“You don’t wanna see.” Makayla told her best friend. Daveli smacked her lips, her eyebrows “Bro. you making me want to see.” She looked at Emma from the rear view mirror. Emma just nodded, before going back to her phone. Eli hated when Makayla said those words, cause they usually involved paige.

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They finally arrived at the arcade and the first thing Eli did was look at Emma. “Show me.” Emma looked up at her. “You sure? i’ll show you pero you won’t like it..” Daveli just nodded, waiting for her to show her. Emma pulled up the picture, turning her phone towards the girl. Daveli face was confused. “It’s a picture of the twins, what’s the problem?”

Emma shook her head, “look in the background, pendeja.” Daveli took a closer look and her face dropped. she really didn’t like this mia girl. but she didn’t even fully blame it on her, paige chose to be up on her too. Eli just nodded, her lips going inwards.

“Like i said yesterday, fuck em. Come on.” Emma told her as she opened her door, everyone else doing so too. Daveli just stared ahead before sighing and getting out her car. Everyone else was finding parking spots, finally meeting up with them afterwards. Daveli noticed Paige and Mia walking side by side, smiles on their faces. She just rolled her eyes and continued into the arcade.

It was packed to say the least. Kids were running around, some people eating. There was even a bar and a bowling section. Eli made sure to come here more just to do other activities as well. She could hear Metro Station playing through the speakers, making her head bob a little.

A young looking lady came in front of them. She looked around 20 or 23. She had a huge smile on her face. “Welcome. Are you Daveli?” The girl nodded her head, a smile on her face. The worker nodded, “perfect. follow me.” The group of young adults followed the worker, they walked towards the back side of the place.

She could see an escape room sign and smiled. “This is where you’ll be placed to do the escape room, a worker should be out in a second.” Daveli smiled at the lady, “thank you so much.” The girl just nodded, walking towards a group of kids. “I’m kind of scared.. ain’t this a scary one?” Jaida asked as she, Paige and the twins stood next to Daveli and them. Daveli just nodded, “It should be fun.” She answered.

Paige noticed the way Daveli didn’t really talk to her the whole time they were waiting for the worker, which made her a bit confused. She wanted to talk to the girl but Daveli stayed by Emma and Makayla. The worker finally came out, the man smiling at the group. “Hey guys. Welcome to the escape room. The one you’ll be doing is called Scare Run. through out the whole thing, there will be actors coming around and jumping at you but they won’t touch you. I’m first gonna walk you through the whole thing, so you’re comfortable.”

The man started walking towards the door and opened it for everyone to follow. Daveli quietly screeched, she absolutely loved things like this. “There’s three rooms in total. This first room, you won’t get scared too much but don’t expect to not get scared at all. You’ll have an hour to escape.” He opened the door that was inside that room and walked in. “This room, the scaring will increase by a bit. you’ll have 30 minutes.” He went into the next door that led into a hallway. A very long one. It had big windows on each side, pitch black inside.

“Down this hallway, the last room is at that door. It’ll be a long run so I hope you guys have the stamina.” Paige and Jaida laughed and dapped each other up. The sound making Eli look at the blonde. “We play basketball so this should be easy.” She spoke as she smirked at the worker. The man just laughed, “perfect!” Eli looked away before she got too lost into staring at the girl. The group walked all the way to the room.

“Last room, you’ll have 15 to escape so you have to act quick. That door we just came through automatically opens when you get close enough to just run through. And this is the end.” He opened the other door and it showed where they all left off. “In total, you have an hour and 45 minutes to get out. Good luck and have fun.”

Daveli was first to walk into the room, immediately looking around for clues. “Damn girl, can we get inside the room first?” David teased as he looked at his sister. Daveli flipped him off, suddenly the room went dark. No one could see anyone, “aw hell nah!” Jaida spoke loudly. The lights came back on but there was a body standing in the corner, making Daveli scream. “What the fuck!”

Everyone turned their attention to where she was looking and got a little frightened too. The clock was now at 58 minutes. “Come on, just look around.” Derek spoke as he and Nai went to a spot in the room. Paige, Mia, Jaida and Jayden were all together. Daveli kept taking peeks at Paige and Mia and it irritated her. “I found a note!” Azzi spoke a loud as she held it up. Everyone looked at her, waiting for her to read what it says.

“The key is the key to the solution. In order to get your next hint, use these letters to make a word and that is the code to open the treasure box.” She looked at the letters and read them out loud. “The letters are C O L A B O L A R O T N I N.”

Everyone looked confused, “set it on the table. does anyone have a pen?” Daveli asked as she kneeled on the floor in front of the table. Connie checked her purse and handed a mechanical to her. “good looks,”

The note was pretty big so she ripped a piece of it off and looked at the letters. “Does anyone have an idea? The letters right there.” Jayden looked closely and thought. Everyone was thinking, including Daveli. After a whole 5 minutes passed, mind you they’re on a time limit, Caroline spoke up. “Try.. collaboration.” Daveli looked at the girl and nodded, going towards the treasure chest.

the chest clicked, meaning it worked. Everyone cheered, David came over to clap carol on her back. The brunette just laughed, looking at everyone. Daveli opened the chest to find a key and another note. “Find the safe before it’s too late.” She read. Everyone looked at the time, it was now 40 minutes left on the clock. “Shit.”

Everyone separated, going to find the safe. There was a bookshelf, Daveli went to look through the books. As she was looking, paige thought this was a good time to try and talk to her. She walked up, and began looking through books as well. “Daveli, y-“ Daveli head turned towards Caniya when she called her name. Daveli turned her head towards the twin and smiled, immediately walking over.

Paige smiled dropped, looking at the girl walk away. “The fuck..” she whispered to herself. Jaida came over after watching the whole interaction, a small grin on her face. “You seen that, bro? what’s wrong wit her?” Jaida just shrugged, “She probably just wanna focus on getting out. Come on,” Paige just shook her head, taking one more peak at the brown skin before continuing to look.

After another 5 minutes of searching, David found the safe. “Finally, shit.” The younger girl exclaimed as she walked towards her brother. She put the key inside and opened the safe, a flash light in sight. Not just any one though, it was a black light flash light. meaning it only works in the dark. Daveli looked more inside the safe, nothing else in sight. “A flashlight?” Makayla spoke.

“It’s a black light. I-“ A scream was heard, making everyone jump. They all turned around to see a big board on the table. It had words on it, forcing everyone to read them.

‘You have found the black light. In 10 Seconds, the lights will flicker off for 5 seconds 6 times, meaning you have 5 seconds to find a 6 digit code around the room. You only get one try, don’t mess up.’

“Aw shit.” There was a marker on the table next to the board, “Someone write the numbers down as we find them.” Daveli exclaimed as she pointed at the marker. Jayden quickly volunteered, running towards the board and immediately picking up the marker. The screen that had the timer switched to a white screen. Eli had the light ready, turning it on before the lights even shut off.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

the room was black, a lady could be heard counting from 5. Daveli quickly pointed the light to the left wall, looking around before immediately being met with the number 7. “Seven!” Jayden wrote it down, the lights coming back on after the lady said 1. The lights came back on and everyone looked at Jayden. He pointed at the board, saying that he wrote it. Daveli nodded, getting the point of the mini game they were playing here.

the 10 second cool down was over and the lights came off again. This time, she checked the ceiling, looking at every corner before the number 0 came up. “Zero!” The group yelled. The five seconds were up and the lights came on again. Jayden wrote the number down and nodded towards Eli. Eli nodded at him, this wasn’t too bad. It was actually a bit easy, just four more numbers.

The lights came off again, she checked the right wall. Immediately was met with another 0. “Zero again.” Jayden wrote it down. The lights came on. A voice could be heard.

“Only three more numbers.”

“So far we have seven, zero, zero.” Jayden spoke as he looked at everyone. The light turned off again, Eli looked at the wall in front of her, it took her a little longer but she found two numbers this time, a 3 and 1. “Three and one!”

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The group finally finished the escape room and was honestly impressed with themselves. They had got chased by actors down the long hallway and everyone literally fell trying to pile into the last room. It was funny, Daveli asked to record the footage from the camera and the nice man let her. “That was difficult.” Derek laughed as they all walked around.

At this point, Daveli has made it an accomplishment at ignoring paige, simply because she just didn’t wanna talk to her after what she saw. Paige saw and it was lowkey hurting her feelings. She hadn’t talked to the girl ever since they left the hotel and she wanted to talk to her about the escape room.

Daveli was laughing with Makayla and the twins as everyone walked around. “What’s wrong with you?” Mia asked as she looked up at the blonde. Paige looked down with a bothered look on her face, Mia had her arms wrapped around Paige’s left arm as they walked side by side. “Nun.” She was lying. Not talking to Daveli all day was messing with her. If they didn’t talk, they at least texted but this was new to paige. She hadn’t realize how much of an impact Eli had on her.

“You seem bothered.” Mia spoke as her eyes grew soft. Paige forced herself not to roll her eyes and pull away from the girl. “I ain’t. Come on,” Another lie. The girl walked faster to catch up with everyone else. The two didn’t see but Daveli had been looking at them, her countenance sour.

“Yo, is anyone hungry?” Derek spoke a loud. Agreements could be heard around the group, letting him know everything he needed.

He walked towards the restaurant part of the arcade and found two empty tables next to each other. Him and Derek pushed the long tables together so everyone could be with each other. Everyone took a seat, Daveli was sandwiched between the twins and Makayla. Paige and Mia sat right in front of her, Derek being on Mia’s side while jaida sat next to paige.

Daveli internally screamed, why did they have to sit right there? She looked at her best friend to see the brown girl already looking at her. They talked with their eyes before David’s loud voice interrupted. “Imma get four pizzas, pepperoni, sausage, what else?” Daveli quickly spoke up. “Cheese!” Ew’s could be heard around the table. She widen her eyes, “you guys are so childish.” David shook his head, “Imma get two pepperonis, one sausage and cheese. That’s good?” Everyone agreed and david waited for a waiter to come up to the table.

Daveli tried not to look in front of her but it was kind of hard not to, she saw paige already looking at her. The brown girl quickly looked away, she was about to talk to Connie but the song that came on the speakers made her stop. ‘When Will I See You Again’ by Wakka was heard. This was her and paige’s song. The two would always listen to it when Paige came over, and they’d post each other to it sometimes too.

Daveli tried her hardest not to look at the 19 year old but she couldn’t bare the blue eyes she felt on her. They made eye contact as their favorite part came on.

when will i see you, see you, see you again

i just wanna hold your hand

she wanted to scream, cry, throw up and storm off, but she controlled herself. She sighed in disbelief as she saw Mia pull the girl closer to her and looked back at the twins. She forced a smile when Caniya showed her a reel on instagram. Paige was thinking the same thing at the same time. Her heart stopped for a bit when she heard the first few words from the speaker. It brought back memories for when the two used of hang out a lot more.

David finally ordered the pizza, letting everyone know it’ll be ready soon. Emma was thinking about what they’d do after they eat. It was still a bit early before they all had to leave and she wanted to do one last thing. “Yall tryna do laser tag after we eat?” She asked around the table.

Everyone was up for it, laser tag was always lit growing up. Now doing it with a group of friends at this age was the cherry on top. The pizza finally arrived with three pitchers of Sprite, Dr. Pepper and water. “Let’s eat!” David exclaimed.

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After about 30 minutes of eating and letting food digest, everyone was ready for laser tag. Luckily, most kids and their families were leaving so little to no people were in line. As they approached the entrance, a boy around they age stood. “What’s up.” He spoke as she let everyone in. Everyone spoke back, gladly walking into the room. He closed the door behind them as he let them watch the rule video which no one ever followed in their life.

“He was fine..” Caniya spoke as she bit her finger. Connie laughed at her twin, shaking her head. “Meh..” Caniya smacked her lips, “girl your type is white and asian boys so obviously you’d think he isn’t fine.” Connie nodded her head, she loved her some asians and whites.

Daveli stood by Azzi, the girl still upset from earlier. that song made her think about paige the whole time they walked towards the laser tag part of the arcade. She didn’t wanna feel like this right now. David noticed his sister quietness considering the fact that she loved laser tag.

“Davie.” Eli looked towards her brother, knowing that’s his personal nickname for her. “You good?” he mouth towards her. Eli looked at paige and mia. they were watching the video, eli noticed their hands touching.

she just looked at her brother, smiled, and nodded. She turned towards the screen, not really having any interest in the video but it’d stop her from looking at paige.

after the video was over, the same boy that let them in, came inside as well. he turned on the light and led them to where the vests and guns were. the colors were red and blue, Eli automatically walking towards blue.

“Ight, before we start. what’s the teams?” Jaida asked as she looked at everyone. Eli grabbed Makayla, Emma, Azzi, Carol, Connie and Caniya, and Mj. “We team blue, aka the winning team.” She spoke as she fixed her vest. Paige was a bit upset Eli didn’t choose her but she was happy to be with David.

“Stop being delusional, davie. we all know team red gon win.” She waved him off, waiting for her team to finish up fixing their stuff. The worker waited till everyone was ready, “i’m pretty sure yall know what to do. if you run out, just go back to your corner to recharge your guns. That’s really it, have fun.” He opened the door to the arena and everyone went to their designated sides.

“Starting in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Everyone immediately started running, shots being fired already. Daveli was camping. She was waiting for someone to come in view to shoot them. She had her gun ready, she could see Derek walking around. Immediately shooting at him, running away when he noticed he got shot. “Fuck!”

As daveli was running, she found a wall to hide behind with an opening. She placed her gun in the hole and again, waited for someone to come in sight. As she was waiting, she wasn’t paying attention behind her and someone grabbed her waist. It was dark, the only lights are the led lights flashing around so she really couldn’t make out who grabbed her until they stopped. “What th-“

“chill, d. it’s me.” Her heart dropped. She did not want to talk to the blonde and was doing good with that. Guess she couldn’t avoid her forever. Daveli rolled her eyes and turned towards the blue eyed girl.

“what’s up?” Daveli made her voice sound irritated. She didn’t wanna sound too nervous. “What’s wrong witchu? you ain’t talk to me since we left the hotel.” Paige looked down at the girl. Daveli knew this was coming, she really wanted to leave the conversation. “Nothing.” She simply answered.

Paige wasn’t taking that for an answer. She smacked her lips and grabbed the girl by her wrist, pulling towards a secluded corner. “Dude, i’m not slow. what’s wrong?” Daveli shook her head, looking at her gun, debating. “Daveli.” She looked up, her right eye brow raised.

“are you and mia something?” it slipped out, she didn’t mean to actually ask her that. It was already too late, paige looked at her confused. “Don’t look stupid, paige. I saw you guys in the car.” Paige thought back to earlier. Daveli didn’t stop though, “And all at the escape room. I mean you guys were all over each other.”

paige looked at her. “it’s.. it’s complicated. I-“ Daveli quickly cut her off. “It’s obviously not complicated if you guys are walking around hand and hand. you look like a couple.” daveli was letting her jealous side come out. She got mad thinking about it again. “Daveli, i” She wasn’t trying to hear the girl.

“She wants you paige. just secure the bag.” Daveli started to get sad, thinking about paige being someone else’s for the 5th time. Paige noticed the girls tone. “Daveli.”

The brown girl looked at her. Paige needed to know.

“Why do you care?”

Daveli felt tears, she wouldn’t let them fall. ‘I care because I love you paige. I never stopped, and it kills me to see you with someone else who isn’t me.’ is what she could’ve said. it’s what she wanted to say. But she didn’t. She didn’t because it wouldn’t make sense and it would fuck up a lot of things. Instead, she went with the safest option.

“I don’t.”

Daveli slowly raised her gun and shot paige in her vest, the buzzer indicating that time was up. The two stared at each other until they heard their teammates yelling their names. Daveli gave her one last glance before walking away. Saying what she wanted would’ve ended badly and she was positive it would. This was gonna be hard for the young girl, seeing that she almost confessed to her crush. She was just scared of how Paige would take it. In her mind, she thought Paige only strictly thought of her as a little sister.

She said that before a few years ago and it stuck with her ever since. She was heartbroken to say the least but she never gave up on Paige.

Maybe it’s time to.

omgosh guys holy smokes i actually love this chapter

anywho

next chapter will probably be boring idk i have to see

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Promises

Summary: When you wake up to find your house quiet, your first reaction is panic. But after you find Javi and learn what he has planned for you this morning, your mood becomes a whole lot better.

Pairing: Dad!Javi x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1K (Y'all I wrote this in like a few hours I was feeling some typa way)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't do this pls but also they want another baby), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) creampie, cum play (ig??), praise kink, the biggest, fattest, nastiest breeding kink (... Don't look at me), ass slapping (but affectionately), mentions of body insecurity post pregnancy, Javi being the biggest menace of all time (this man has a MOUTH on him, lawd have mercy), Javi being the best husband and literally being so in love, it's honestly sickening, Chucho patiently waiting for his next grandchild 9 months from now LMAO

A/N: ... Hey... I'm gonna need all of you to not look at me for the next 7-10 business days after this one.... I'm not sure what's in the water over here, but uh... Yeah. I'll leave it at that. Thanks to @endlessthxxghts for letting me share my horny thots about our favorite dad, sorry for waking up on the feral side of the bed this morning 🥴

Part of the Forever and Always Series!

It was quiet. 

Way too quiet. 

You couldn’t remember a time in the past 5 years where you had woken up to the house being so silent. 

No TV, no commotion, no little squeals and giggles from your girls waiting impatiently for you to get up and out of bed, and if you weren’t already confused enough, you rolled over to be greeted by the empty space where your husband should have been, the usual warmth left radiating after he had gotten out of bed before you long gone. 

But the real kicker was that when you turned back over again to peek at the flashing numbers of your alarm clock, your eyes went wide at a number that you hadn’t seen since well before kids. 

10:39 A.M. 

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered to yourself, frantically rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tossing the comforter off of your body before scrambling out of bed in distress, as your brain pieced together the worst sort of panicked puzzle as to why it was so late, so quiet, and Javi was nowhere to be found. 

You pushed open the bedroom door, peeking into the hallway, just as ghostly and empty as you had suspected, each of your daughter’s bedroom doors wide open with neither of them in sight.  Rushing back down the hall towards your stairs before stopping in front of Javi’s office, you paused your search at the sound of familiar, muffled humming coming from behind the door. 

Pushing it open, you were shocked to see the image of your husband sitting at his desk, leaning back in his seat with a book in his hand and feet propped up against the wooden surface, quietly humming to himself as he turned a page, seeming completely unbothered by his solitude. As the door creaked open further, it caught Javi’s attention, peeking up from over his book with a smile on his face as he dogeared his current page, pushing himself out of his chair to walk towards you. 

“Wow, look who’s up! I was gonna give you ‘til 11:00 before I really started to get worried. How’d you sleep, Hermosa?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug, pressing a soft kiss into the sleepy tangles of your hair, gently cupping your face and forcing your worried gaze up towards him. 

“Javi, what’s- what’s going on? Where are the girls? Is everything ok-” Before you could finish the rest of your thought, Javi’s lips were pressed against yours, the familiar bitterness of black coffee and minty gum still lingering in his mouth as he caught the rest of your sentence with his kiss, the hand cupping your cheek now letting his thumb swipe gently across your soft skin. 

“Relájete, mi amor (relax, my love)” Javi laughed, pressing another kiss onto your forehead, smiling down at you, “I know how tired you’ve been the past couple of weeks, and rightfully so. You take such good care of our girls- you are the most incredible mom to them, but it’s only fair that you deserve a break every once and a while, too. So,” he smirked, tightening his grip around your waist, letting his hand creep slowly towards your ass, “I asked my dad last night if I could drop Lucy and Elliot off with him this morning so we could have a day just the two of us. He’s more than happy to keep ‘em for as long as we want, so I figured I'd take him up on the offer and I can get some time alone with my beautiful wife to help her relax and show her how much I appreciate her.” 

You could the anxiety and worry instantly wash away from your body, the fear that had been consuming you since you had woken up now replaced by excited butterflies swirling in your stomach, heat creeping through your cheeks as you smiled back up at him, tears welling in your eyes in appreciation for how goddamn lucky you were to have someone who cared about you as much as Javi did. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, biting at the inside of your lip to try and keep yourself from crying, Javi immediately tilting your chin up towards him in response, softly swiping away the wetness pooling in your eyes. 

“Hermosa…” He cooed, looking you up and down with an empathetic smirk, brushing a stray piece of hair from your bed head out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, “It’s the least I could do. Now, why don’t you go get back into bed. I picked up a breakfast sandwich and coffee for you from Leo’s on the way back from Pop’s place, figured you might be hungry, considering you slept until almost lunch time. And after you finish eating,” He rasped, leaning his head down to nip at your neck, the hot words of his breath dancing against your skin, the shift in his tone instantly sparking a fire in your core, “I think I might be feeling hungry, too.” 

“You are a menace, I hope you know that.” You sighed, trying with every ounce in you to keep your composure, the tickle from Javi’s mustache at least providing some relief from the tension as you burst out into giggles, Javi playing along by digging his fingers into your hips, running his hands along your sides until you had exploded into a fit of laughter, flailing and squirming in his broad grasp. “Stop it, you meanie! You can’t just promise me food and sex and then hold me hostage like this!” 

Finally releasing you, Javi grabbed your face to pull you in for another kiss, this one slow and tender, an electric energy pulsing between the two of you as your lips brushed against one another, only pulling away after Javi’s hand planted a loving smack on your ass, making you squeal in surprise. 

“Go get your ass back in bed, Osita. I’ll be back in a second with breakfast.” 

“Okay.” You giggled, turning back on your heels out the door, but not before turning back around to peek your head through the doorway with a sneaky grin on your face. “And you’ll also be back with sex?” 

“Baby, you have no fucking idea.” 

As you jumped back into bed, tucking yourself back into your sheets, it wasn’t long before Javi was back in your room with the first part of his promised bargain- Your favorite breakfast sandwich and an extra large coffee, grinning in delight as he passed both over to you before settling next to you, wrapping your arm around your shoulder as you demolished the better part of your food. 

“Oh my god, I haven’t had one of these in so long. God, I love you so much.” You sighed, taking another bite of your breakfast as Javi laughed at the ferocity at which your sandwich had disappeared. “I bet the image of this is really doing a lot turn you on for the second half of your promise. If I would have known, I would have at least put on cuter pajamas.” You snickered, gesturing down to your nearly finished food and Javi’s worn, oversized shirt and boxers you still had draped over your body. 

“Shut up. You know I think you look sexy in anything. I love seeing you in my clothes. Drives me fucking crazy. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.” Javi smirked, rubbing his hand along your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. 

“You just like it when I don’t wear a bra.” You snorted, rolling your eyes at Javi as you crumpled up the wrapper of your finished sandwich, setting it on your nightstand before rolling over to rest your head on Javi’s chest, draping one of your arms across his stomach. “You’re sweet, Jav. Sexy in anything seems like a bit of a stretch, there’s about half my closest I refuse to make eye contact with after having Elliot.”

You let out a quiet sigh, trying to hide the frown pursed between your lips, thinking about how much your body had changed since the first time you had ever worn Javi’s clothes all those years ago. Two kids and lots of time later, you couldn’t help feel a little self conscious about how different you looked from when the two of you had first met. And even though Javi said it to you all the time, it was much easier said than done to always believe it yourself. 

“Hey…” Javi replied softly, looking down at you with a frown on his own face, “Osita, you know I’m being serious, right?” 

“Well, you’re my husband, you kind of have to be.” You huffed, half forcing your laughter as you immediately began to feel yourself become more and more conscious of your weight laying on top of him, almost trying to shift yourself away before Javi’s hand was wrapped around your back, pulling you over to lay completely on top of him and forcing you to look at his serious expression. 

“Out of all the women in the world, you are the only one I ever want. You are just as beautiful, if not even more beautiful than the day I first met you, you know why? Because your beautiful body that I love every fucking inch of has grown and carried our daughters. You’ve made me a dad, you’ve given us a family, you are the most incredible wife and mom I could ever imagine. Baby, if that’s not the fucking sexiest thing, then I don’t know what to tell you.” You could feel the warmth blooming in your chest as Javi looked up at you with his sweet brown eyes, his hands roaming down the sides of your body until his fingers were digging into your hips and ass, kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. “Promise me.” 

“Promise you what?” You whispered, an ache beginning to grow between your legs as you could feel Javi’s bulge hardening beneath you, his hands roaming relentlessly around your body, making it hard for you to even think straight. 

“Promise me,” He paused, nipping at your neck, the bridge of his nose dragging along the side of your face until his mouth was ghosting over your ear, his words dancing against your skin, “Promise me that you believe me. That I think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. That I know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. That I love your body so fucking much, that I wanna put another baby into it.”  

His last sentence had your heart literally skipping a beat, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as Javi carefully rolled your body off of his, flipping you onto your back and caging you under his broadness, planting hot, wet kisses down your neck as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his hands creeping below the fabric to palm at your breasts, rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingers as he waited for your response. Unfortunately, the best you could muster was a soft gasp of his name. 

“Fuck… Javi.” 

“That what you want, Hermosa? For me to fuck another baby into you, huh?” 

Javi knew it was exactly what you wanted, the two of you agreeing you were going to try for a third a few weeks ago, considering he was almost more ecstatic at the thought of growing your family than you were, and that the thought of knocking you up was something that made both of you absolutely insatiable. 

With the wet patch in your underwear growing damper and damper by the second, you barely had enough power in your brain to respond, especially now that Javi had pulled your shirt over your head, letting his kisses travel down your collarbone, chest, and now to your breasts, taking the nipples that he had been toying with between his fingers into his mouth, his tongue flicking and sucking at the harden buds as your moans began to grow like the fire in your belly. 

“Yes, oh fuck- yes. I want you to fuck another baby into me, Javi. Please.” You whimpered, your body squirming under his touch as he let his kisses drift down your stomach and hips, his fingers hooking over your shorts to pull them down off your legs, gently nudging them to fall open for him as he nestled himself between, admiring the wet, aching mess you had already become. 

“Then you have to promise me,” He smirked, draping each of your legs over his shoulders as he brought his face to your soaking heat, gently kissing your clit and letting the strong bridge of his nose ghost over your folds, “You have to promise me that you believe me. That you believe that you’re the most fucking beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Then, I’ll fuck another baby into you, okay? Can you do that for me, Momma?” 

“I- I- pr-promise.” Your voice trembled, ragged with want and desperation as Javi’s mouth hovered painstakingly still over your cunt, waiting for you to fulfill your promise so he could fill you with his. 

“There’s my good girl.” He cooed, feeling his smug smile bury itself into your pussy, letting a long, broad stroke of his tongue drag through your folds, the satisfying sensation making you shutter, your hips instinctively bucking towards Javi’s face as his grip around your legs tightened to hold you in place. His tongue languidly dragged across your cunt, slowly circling around your clit, soaking up the juices of your arousal that had been pooling between your legs, drinking up every single last drop. 

He let the presses of his tongue become firmer and more focused as he unhooked one of his arms, snaking his arm between your legs to gently press two fingers into your soaking entrance, easily sliding through your slick to curl against the soft spot inside you that had you relentlessly crying out his name. 

You couldn’t help but feel your bottom half squirm against your sheets, reaching down to tug at the dark curls of Javi’s hair, trying to find any sort of relief to keep from being a loud, moaning and whimpering mess as his tongue worked along your cunt, lapping you up like a man starved. His mouth latched along your clit, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped inside you, making the tingle at the base of your spine already begin to build in a needy desperation. 

“Javi, holy fuck- oh my god baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, somehow managing to keep your voice just above a whisper as Javi pulled away to respond, still holding a steady pace with his hand as he felt your pussy start to flutter around his fingers. 

“I’ve got you, Hermosa. Want you to soak my face before I feel you cum again around my cock. Give it to me, baby. Cum all over me before I fucking fill you up.”

With that, he was back between your legs, relentlessly working along your heat with his mouth as the coil in your belly wound so tightly, you were on the brink of snapping. 

“Javi, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaahhhhhhhhh.” 

It was barely seconds before your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure spreading through every inch of you as you clenched around Javi’s fingers, soaking his hand and face with your arousal as you came, screaming out his name as you reached your high. 

That’s it, Hermosa.” Javi smirked, squeezing his hand into the meat of your thigh as you rode out your orgasm, still slowly fucking you with his fingers as you came undone around them, your cunt clamping down on the delicious curve of his digits. Javi peeked his head back up as your breathing began to even out, your chest rising and falling in satisfaction as his kisses began to travel back up your body, stopping at your neck to take extra time to nip along your jawline, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as his voice rasped against your skin. 

“Such a good girl for me, Osita. So fucking wet. Fuck, I need to feel you, baby.” 

Before you even had time to catch your breath, Javi had his arms wrapped around your waist, flipping you over on to your stomach, dragging his hands down your back, stopping at your ass to grab a handful of the plump flesh and smack it, nudging your legs to spread open for him wider, pushing them out with his own. 

Javi worked behind you quickly and methodically, shedding himself of all of his clothes to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers, leaking with precum from the minute he had thought of the prospect of putting another baby in you. 

He stroked himself a few times, using his other hand to swipe through your folds, coating his fingers in your slick before wrapping them around his cock, now shiny with your arousal as he lined up with your entrance, filling you up inch by inch, almost painfully slowly, until he had bottomed out inside you, his hips flushed against your ass, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch. 

“Javi… Move, baby, please. I need to feel yo- Oh fuck!” You whimpered, your words drowned out by your moans as Javi had pulled himself out, only to thrust his whole length back into, gritting his teeth while a groan rumbled deep in his chest, draping his body over yours, burying one of his hands in your hair, gently tugging at the ends as he whispered into your ear, keeping his slow and meticulous pace. 

“You wanna feel me too, sweet girl? Wanna feel me fill you up when I fuck every last drop into you? Fuck myself so deep inside you it’ll fucking take? That what you want, baby?” 

“Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, please. Fuck, I want you fuck a baby into me, Javi. I wanna make you a Daddy again.” 

Another deep moan feel from Javi’s lips, scooping his hand under you to sit in his lap, your back flushed against his chest, one hand palming at your breast, the other wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as his pace began to increase, just enough to hear the wetness between the two of you with each thrust of his hips. 

You couldn’t help but let your bottom half grind deeper into each stroke, pushing yourself further and further down onto his cock, the sweet stretch of his fullness making your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, the wanton moans and whimpers babbling from your mouth almost as lewd as the sounds your bodies made as they melded into one another as you let him take everything you had to give. 

“Fuck me- That’s what you want, Momma? Fuck, I can’t wait to get you pregnant. See how beautiful you look carrying our baby again. Let everyone know you’re fucking mine with our baby growning inside you.” Letting his hand shift from your breast, he began sliding it up your chest, wrapping it around your jaw to tilt your head over your shoulder towards him, staring into his deep brown eyes before engulfing your lips in a long, wet kiss, your mouths becoming a tangled mess of tongue and teeth without ever relenting his pace. 

His other hand dipped between your legs to circle your clit, still sensitive and swollen from your first orgasm, now throbbing even harder from his touch and feeling the heat beginning to bloom in  your belly as you felt your second high begin to approach. 

Javi knew just as well as you did that you were close to cumming again, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around his cock as his hips slapped against yours, breaking from your kiss to tug your earlobe between his teeth.

“Give me one more, Osita. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up. Fill up this pretty little pussy ‘til she’s fucking stuffed and it’s got no choice but to fucking take and I knock you up.” 

“You promise?” You whispered, your breath shaky and legs trembling as Javi rubbed tighter, faster circles around your clit, still cradling your jaw to force your gaze on him. 

“I promise, baby. I fucking promise.” 

Almost instantly, you could feel the coil that had been winding tighter and tighter in your core suddenly began to snap, screaming out Javi’s name as you felt your second orgasm crash through you, consuming every inch of your body in euphoria, feeling like you had turned to Jello, the only thing keeping you up being Javi’s firm grasp around you. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. That’s it. Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He mewled, his pace becoming frantic and sloppy as he held you up, fucking you through your high with reckless abandon, wanting to, no needing, to make sure he made good on his promise- that in 9 months from now, you’d have one more member in your family. 

Even though you were barely hanging on by a thread, you could feel Javi’s grip tightening around your jaw, tilting it back towards him, the firm pressure cupping your face enough to force your eyes open to meet the wrecked and ragged expression plastered across his face. 

“Eyes on me, Hermosa. Fuck, I need to- mierda- need to see that pretty face when I fuck you full of me. God, I love you so much, I love you so-ahhhhhhh, fuck.” It was then Javi’s turn to follow suit, only needing a few more pumps before he thrusted up once more, keeping himself buried deep inside your cunt as hot ropes of his spend covered your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop before even thinking of pulling out. 

Holding you in place still sitting on his cock, you could feel the mixture of the two of you beginning to drip down your thighs, prompting Javi to gently ease you off of him, letting your back hit the bed as carefully lifted your hips to slip one of the pillows underneath your bottom half, briefly admiring the wet mess between your legs before taking two fingers and collecting the arousal that had leaked from your cunt, attentively dragging it up your thighs and pushing it back into your heat, making you gasp at the sensation. 

“Gonna keep you full of me all day, sweet girl. Gotta make good on my promise.” He smirked, leaning down to pepper soft kisses to the inside of your thighs before slowly making his way back up your body, stopping at your lips for another tender kiss. 

“Given what just happened, I think you’re trying to kill me before you can make good on that promise, Jav. Jesus Christ.” You sighed, your voice riddled with breathy giggles as you playfully nudged your husband, now lying next to you, pulling you in to rest against the warmth of his bare chest. “You think Peña number 3 is gonna make an appearance soon?” 

“Like I said, mi amor, promise is a promise.” He smirked, boyish grin plastered across his face as he laid your hand across your stomach, gently rubbing it back and forth across your skin. “Plus, I think the girls will be thrilled to have another sister.” 

“Sister, huh? We don’t even know if there’s a baby in there yet you dork, let alone what it’s gonna be.” You snickered, rolling your eyes at Javi. 

“Been right about the other two. I’ll bet you all the breakfast sandwiches you want that it is.” 

“You’re absolutely ridiculous, I hope you know that. Thank you for this morning, Jav. The girls and I are so lucky to have you. I love you so much.” You sighed contently, smiling into Javi’s soft skin. 

“I love you too, Hermosa. All of you are the best things that have ever happened to me. All of my girls.” He winked, gently squeezing the curves of your belly, gesturing towards the daughter he proudly assumed he would be meeting in 9 months. 

“Well, all of us, or your new son and my unlimited amount of breakfast sandwiches.” you snickered, “When did your dad need us to go pick up the girls? We probably owe him a few breakfast sandwiches for watching the gremlins on such short notice.” 

“He said any time later today. Which means…” He smiled, caging his body over yours once again, as much time as we need to make sure that I win our bet.” 

“Game on, Peña.”

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[heartlilith]

DRUNK ASTROLOGY THOTS 👹

♠️If I could be ANY moon sign, you bet your ass it would be either Aquarius, Sagittarius, Gemini (you heard me), or Aries. I don’t want to be the mom friend anymore!!!! I want to be crazy!!!!

♠️My dear prominent Earth placements, aren’t you sick of being the mom friend? Don’t you want to go crazy?

♠️Pisces and Aquarius in the chart is sooo vibey. Like you are the definition of ethereal and calm. Plus you are so smart in ways that other people aren’t.

♠️^Actually, everyone that has a mix of the following: Aries, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Pisces, Libra, Gemini, Aquarius, Pisces … I be high key jealous of you guys, you’re so cool

♠️Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Capricorn placements are the definition of “Do no harm, take no shit”. I love you guys, you guys are the backbone of the zodiac.

♠️Any placement you think is “bad”, let me tell you something: LEAN INTO THAT SHIT. I don’t care if it’s Moon square Pluto, I don’t care if it’s Pluto in the 12th house, I don’t care if it’s Mars in the 8th house or Chiron in the 1st. LEAN INTO IT. OWN IT.

♠️This has nothing to do with astrology but growing up as a little girl I always thought every human being was beautiful because everyone brought something different to the table. What’s “ugly”? There may be 10 people that find you “ugly” for every 100 that think you’re beautiful.

♠️Speaking of “beauty”, don’t read too far into posts that say “indicators of beauty” or “indictors of high sex appeal”, sure some placements may indicate it but not everyone is going to find a particular person attractive even if the next person thinks they’re the MOST attractive. If people vibe with you, they vibe with you. And there will be people that do, trust.

♠️I love being around Air signs because as a Fire/Earth dominant, it’s nice to be reminded of how to let things go. I’m going to them for advice. Wait I just thought of something (💡) !!! The element you LACK is the element you should get advice from. BOOM.

♠️I love Lilith, she’s a bad bitch. She’s everything that goes against what women “should be”.

♠️If you have a Pisces MC, what job/career do you have currently?

♠️Spongebob was definitely a Cancer sun Pisces moon Capricorn rising

♠️Omg 😂😂😂😂 MR KRABS WAS A CAPRICORN SUN SCORPIO MOON SAGITTARIUS RISING LMFAOOO. I’m dead at the Capricorn 😂

♠️Love languages:

Aries - Physical Touch

Taurus - Quality Time

Gemini - Words of Affirmation

Cancer - Quality Time

Leo - Gift Giving

Virgo - Acts of Service

Libra - Gift Giving

Scorpio - Physical Touch (but also Words of Affirmation)

Sagittarius - Physical Touch

Capricorn - Acts of Service

Aquarius - Quality Time

Pisces - Words of Affirmation

♠️Water signs are friends with their demons, 3am comes around and they’re like “heyyy what’s up girl?”

♠️Cancer placements act like Aries placements when they’re hurt

♠️Fire signs in the 1st/3rd/5th/10th be so damn loud….. but the way they laugh >

♠️Virgo reminds me of the shocked pikachu meme 😂

[yingdu-lover]

gay gay homosexual gay : link click Yingdu episode 4, Yaoi cocaine and shoujo agenda and why it matters

Part-1/?

I will not talk about anything serious, it's pure crack (and my horny thoughts) and at this point I don't even care about the plot rn rn. Let the plot flow I'll catch up with it later.

Highlights of this episode

1. Xia Fei and Vein being spouses for 15 minutes straight (on screen and off screen)

2. Cheng xiaoshi's bi awakening era strengthening

3. Lu Guang being a cat for the entirety of the episode

4. Vein's Chinese and Lu Guang's English are making me question my sexuality (vein and lg are transmasc and gender queer to me so technically it's not a problem but I've never ogled at apparent amab bodied people so)

5. Holy fuc, fucing fuc, Lu Guang, that body of yours is absurd!

6. And...they pushed two beds to make one!

7. Another ao3 trope coming to reality : sickfic and hurt/comfort

8. Comedy runs all through the episode

9. Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi being comic spouses (may ramble a bit seriously on this)

10. Xia Fei doesn't like Liu Xiao and that's NEWS!

11. Xia Fei's attitude changing at the mention of Vein

12. Liu Xiao's 'friend' agenda and his (palpable) connection with Lu Guang intensifies

13. "You look tasty" 😍

I am rewatching right now, so that I can create a master-crack-post on episode 4.

Let's begin!

I have been mimicking Xia Fei's 'laoban!' for 5 minutes straight lmao. The way Vein looked back and we see a teared up Xia Fei... Ugh that's so nyaka of him tbh. Like a spoiled little wife, precious damsel in distress crying in relief when his husband/saviour arrives (btw when I refer Xia Fei as 'wife' and Vein as 'husband', I do not imply any kind of comphet homophobic standards, some classic/popular culture tropes just fits very well)

Lu Guang is behind Cheng Xiaoshi cause he is scared as fuck and his cat eyes are posing a threat "come near me and I'll scratch your face!" Myriad of emotions, though completely polar opposite to each other, are painted on lg and xf's faces while Cheng Xiaoshi is standing there with his signature : head emptu no thot style.

But the first shot of Vein made him look much younger actually. My red hot pookie 🎀. I need his eyeliner tutorial tho.

Am I wrong for saying his aesthetics scream transmasc lesbian 😭

Honesty speaking when your wife is just standing there, you should not approach a random stranger and pass the remark : you look tasty 😏😋 like sirrrr 🤨

Xia Fei, knowing his husband's antics, is still a bit frustrated here.

Lu Guang's 'don't dare you touch my bitch!' attitude was so spot on! 🤣 it's a shoujo romcom , ain't no way that's just the scene of a traumatized man defending his partner (in life and death) from his murderer. That's more like : he is my maal, back off!

The vile in lu guang's voice when he said, " He said... ni hao" was so delicious!

Cheng Xiaoshi used all of his english knowledge in one sentence and Vein is smiling. Lu Guang and Xia Fei, nerd bitches are judging him so hard but too polite to point it out. Lu Guang is disappointed that Cheng Xiaoshi is again shaking hands with a man (his murderer even!) like " Ik i am done with this shit! " and Xia Fei... probably doesn't like some other man shaking hands with his husband (moreover when your husband says something like "you look tasty" to a random man he just met, when he should have approached you first and patted your head). Both of those nerd bitches are jealous and irritated the way they should be. People! collect your own maals and move. Don't be greedy, that's the sin they talk about in the bible. (Also imagine if veifei switch, it will be SO GOOD)

But Vein looks very cutie pootie happy fruity when he shakes hands with Cheng Xiaoshi tho. Vein, your fashion sense is top notch, your make up 10/10, your braid, I will put pearl hair ornaments on it. He is so perfect, so perfect, I just can't 😭. Xia Fei, keep your man safe or I'll just pounce on your husband. His voice so deep you can hear lesbians drowning.

You know those specific type of people who support their spouse's rights and wrongs no matter how weird and undefendable they are? Xia Fei actually wanted to have a talk with Cheng Xiaoshi patiently explaining "he didn't want to say that, I hope you don't mind, his intentions are not bad, (my husband) is like that sometimes, even if I have pointed it out to him countless times but he doesn't listen. I hope you don't mind, want to go for a walk together tomorrow? "

No, I mean...that is the LEVEL of emotional intimacy you could yearn for. They are very very explicitly spouse-coded that my head hurts.

Oh. My. God. Vein's formidable glare when someone attempts to hurt his wifey~ hot! hot! hot!

It's giving 'omae wa mou shindeiru'

It's so refreshing to get those shoujo tropes back. You can't deny that THIS is the focus of this scene. The interpersonal dynamics and not the main plot. Why would you need that rock to hit Xia Fei specifically? And those close up shots. It's very recognisably shoujo you can't convince me otherwise.

YES, KING 👑, HOW DARE THEY HURT YOUR QUEEN?! You are standing in Vein's vicinity and daring to hurt his Xia Fei's pretty face? you are damned, you are damned, dude.

I can't help attaching this video clip because I simply can't resist

This is simply...peak!

the way he saves xia fei

"the youth these days don't seem to know their manners" (the youth these days don't know how dangerous it is to mess with boudi when dada is around)

THE SONG STARTS PLAYING, BANGER! ABSOLUTE BANGER!

compulsory danmei flashbacks where those chinese fans are lethal spiritual weapons

I love every inch of his being, I understand you, xia fei, I understand you so much i can't-

and here LMAO 🤣 kitty reclaims his own maal too. I mean it's so funny how this scene is pure comedy. "come here you little bitch!"

It's funny how in these first few minutes, people (xia fei and lu guang) are very frustrated and want their partners' attention back. Lu Guang has his own reason but STILL it's so shoujo. sorry.

it's the first part of my episode 4 rambles and it will continue until I am satisfied. the agenda is gay, it has no relevance to the main plot of link click whatsoever (or... really? 👀)

but before ending the first part, I wanna say something

Personally, I don't think the relationship between Xia Fei and Vein is toxic. Vein's profile released today

his dislike includes : Lying

his character pv bloody storm continually asserts that whatever he does, he does with dignity. He may be evil but not machiavellian, that's Liu Xiao's department. And idk my *heart* says to me, he is not cruel, abusive and manipulative towards Xia Fei. He genuinely cares about him. There may be other reasons Xia Fei is important to the plot but Vein has a soft corner for him. It's a very irrational but strong innate voice that's telling me to have faith in my veifei and I will.

Actually, I have very few ships I am actually invested in. and crazy like this. I love reading different permutations and combinations of ships but I never emotionally invest. Johnlock, Wangxian, Shiguang...these are the only ships I am devoted to. But their own interpersonal relationships come from a...what should I say, 'clean' and 'innocent' and 'pure' background. It's the society and fate that brings chaos to their relationship. But Veifei is different. But I ship them with no less passion.

[maepop]

any tucker content for the depraved soul :DDD (seriously though all in all I just?? love the way you write your characters and the way you design them!! cant wait to learn more abt ur stories because I will eat them up and they will taste like strawberry sundaes,, sundays?? idk how to spell it whoopsie toodles,,,)

omggg yessss i feel like i haven't actually properly posted her on here yet but here's tucker for anyone who doesn't know her :D (and thank you so much for the interest in my works ;w; i need to fix up my toyhouse...)

she's yoon-cheol's roommate who is the 27(?)-year-old at the club, as a duo they're my gay son and thot daughter😔 dont ask who the Davey is in her tattoo she doesn't remember how she got that!

since tucker's unemployed she takes care of yoon-cheol's pet penguin Gals while he's at work but she takes that penguin to the bar with her too many times 😭 honestly where is their sitcom spin off, everything should be about them ... i should draw her more if you like her thank you!

i had a doodle of yoon-cheol and tucker giving gals a bath but i cant find it anymore so u jst have to trust me

[random-thot-generator]

Don’t Leave Me Hangin’

MANDO x FEM READER

Summary: Reader gets stuck aloft in one of the Kom’rik’s cargo nets and has to call out to Mando for help. Filthy Mando smut ensues.

Warnings: explicit language, swearing, explicit sexual content, porn without plot, well, maybe a tiny little hint of plot, oral- f receiving, PiV, squirting, cum play(?), it’s messy- nuff said, Kom’rik sex, improper use of a cargo net, reader is an idiot who should think things through, Mando is an opportunist, no use of Y/N, maybe? bondage - Mando doesn’t help her out of the net like- immediately, but reader ain’t complainin’

(N/A: The brain fog has FINALLY lifted, and I wanted to write about my most recent random filthy thot. This is the result. It’s a long-ish, smutty one shot. Reader & Mando are in a situationship - friends-with-benefits type deal. I’m picturing like a live-in nanny/housekeeper kind of thing, but I don’t think I ever specified. This is post-season 3, and Mando’s living his best life on Nevarro. He and reader are in a Kom’rik, because I need room for my smut to flourish, and I didn’t want to resurrect the poor old Razor Crest from the ashes. If I missed any tags, let me know. And I hope you enjoy.)

Word Count: 4280

You really should have thought this through better.

That was your first thought after the cargo net stopped swinging, and you regained a modicum of composure. You winced at the sound of the net’s straps creaking under the strain as you tried to shift your weight and then froze. You remained completely motionless, afraid to even breathe, for several more moments.

“Shit...” you whispered in a quaking voice, peering down at the floor of the cargo hold several meters below you. You then glanced up at the winch mechanism above your head, praying it held. How in the hell were you going to get yourself out of this?

It had seemed like such a good plan at the time. You had just stepped out of the Kom’rik’s small ‘fresher, having showered and changed into your sleep shirt before bed, when you’d felt the ship drop out of hyperspace with a small lurch. You heard something clatter in the cargo hold below and blew out a tired sigh, knowing it was probably nothing but also knowing you wouldn’t be able to rest until you checked it out.

Grumbling under your breath, you had climbed down into the hold. Only the emergency lights were on, the ceiling and corners hidden in shadow, but you spotted something lying near a tier of shelves attached to the hull’s interior wall. It was one of the kid’s favorite cookies, the teal ones with the creme filling. Peering up into the gloom, you spied an opened foil sleeve of cookies perched on the edge of the highest shelf.

“How the hell did he even get up there?” you said aloud, shaking your head. Jedi training aside, the kid was far too much like his dad, a little risk-taker. You heaved a sigh, with no small amount of exasperation. 

Stars only knew what else he had left up there. Come to think of it, you had given him your datapad earlier to watch cartoons and hadn’t seen it since. Sighing in frustration, you began looking for a way to reach the top shelf. The propulsor lift was still charging, so that was a no-go, and you didn’t see a ladder of any sort that wasn’t attached to the ship already.

And then you had spied the cargo net.

It was dangling by its hooks from a mechanized winch and pulley system attached to the ceiling. It was used to keep extra containers suspended above the floor to free up space, its track running the entire circuit of the area for maneuverability and convenience. Designed to hold several hundred kilograms, you were certain it could support your own weight. You could use it to lift yourself up to the shelf, retrieve whatever was up there and then lower yourself back to the ground. Easy peasy, jogan squeezy.

Detaching the control pad for the winch from the wall, you climbed inside the net, lacing an arm through the holes for a better grip, and then planted your bare feet on the cross sections of the heavy straps. It was a bit shaky at first, but once you gained your balance, you quickly ascended until you were at eye level with the top shelf. Tucking the control pad under your chin, you reached up to feel your datapad under your fingertips and sniffed in amusement. You’d have to give Grogu a good talking-to in the morning, but for now you at least had your datapad back. Slipping it and the sleeve of cookies off the shelf, you shuffled the objects around, your grip on the net slackening.

It was then that the Kom’rik made another jump into hyperspace, making the ship jolt with the transition. You shrieked when the net began to swing wildly, feet slipping out from under you as you let go of everything in your hands to hang on for dear life. Panting for breath, heart thundering in your chest, you clung like a monkey-lizard to the straps and prayed the net didn’t break.

So, there you were, hanging above the hold like a piece over-ripe fruit, arms and legs entangled in the net with no way down, because, of course, you had dropped the winch’s control pad when you dropped everything else. You could see it lying on the floor below you, right next to the broken casing of your datapad.

“Shit!” you repeated, leaning your forehead against the straps and huffing out an angry breath. Could this situation get any worse, you wondered. You’d have to yell for Mando to come get you down, which you weren’t looking forward to, but who knew how long it would take before he even came back this way? What if decided to just sleep in the cockpit? Would you end up hanging there all night?

The thought made your awkward position in the net feel even more uncomfortable. Your feet had slipped through the holes, so your legs were now dangling under you, the straps cutting into the tender meat of your thighs. One of your arms was still threaded through the net while the other one was pinned close to your side. You could feel the cold air of the hold settling into your bones and making you shiver, the thin material of the tunic doing little to stave off the chill.

You knew that the longer you hung there, the colder you were going to get, the number your limbs were going to grow. Your feet were already stinging and your teeth chattering. There was no help for it. You had to call for Mando.

“MANDO!!!”

Your voice bounced back at you, making your flinch. Holding your breath, you waited to hear his boots thudding against the metal floor overhead, but nothing. He hadn’t heard you.

“MAANN-DDOO! HEEELP!”

You waited. Still nothing.

Oh, stars, maybe he had fallen asleep in the cockpit. after all. With the door sealed, he would never hear you. Panic began to creep in, shortening your breath as it constricted your lungs.

“MANDO! PLEASE! I’M STUCK IN THE HOLD! MAN-DOO!!!”

“What the hell are you doing?”

You heard his voice coming through the ship’s comm system and could have cried in relief. You’d forgotten the cams located throughout the ship. Stars, he’d probably been watching you this whole time. You were never in danger.

“I... I’m stuck, Mando.”

A gravelly bark echoed in the hold before turning to static. Great. He was laughing at you. “Obviously. Listen, I need to recheck the coordinates in navi and set the autopilot, then I’ll come get you down. Just, uh, hang tight,” he drawled, another garbled sound slipping out of his vocoder.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying something you might regret. You were in no position to taunt or snark back at him right now. “Fine,” you mumbled, and slumped into the net.

It was only a few minutes before the sound of his heavy boots were thudding across the metal floor above you, his footsteps music to your ears. You heard the clang of his armor hitting against the ladder before he slid down into view, feet landing with a solid thump in the hold. He approached at a leisurely pace, seemingly in no hurry, then stopped to stare up at you. His helmet tilted back, black visor glinting in the low light. Planting his hands on his hips, he tipped his head, first to one side and then to the other.

“M-Mando? What’re you doing? Can you get me down now, please?”

Mando hummed, his stance shifting. His arms dropped down to his sides, hands curling into fists. “You must be getting pretty cold, huh?”

You bunched your brows up in consternation. “Um... yeah? It’s fr-freezing down here.”

He nodded slowly, keeping his visor trained on you. “Hmm. Thought so. You’re not wearing anything but my old tunic. It’s not covering much. Is it?”

You quirked a brow at the change in his voice. His smooth baritone had dropped an octave or three, and it had a distinctive husk to it now. His tone was the one he used when the two of you were alone with the lights off and he was taking you apart, dark and sinfully seductive. It made you squirm despite your precarious position, and the net began to slowly sway back and forth. The edge of a strap slid into the crease where your thigh met your hip, and you felt your lower lips part. A low groan issued from his vocoder. Your mouth fell open.

Sweet Maker, your pussy was on full display for him. You hadn’t bothered with underwear after your shower, planning on putting on a clean pair once you got back to your sleeping quarters. Heat surged through your body, both from embarrassment and unexpected arousal.

“Mando...” Your voice sounded so small and breathy in the cavernous space.

“I can see everything, pretty girl,” he told you, taking an unconscious step closer. He was almost directly under you now, peering straight up at your exposed sex. Mortified, you felt the slow trickle of your arousal easing out of your channel. You weren’t dripping, not yet, but the thought of him standing beneath you, staring at your most vulnerable parts had your breath panting out in little puffs. “You... Are you going to... get me down, now?”

You heard the back of his gauntlet scrape the metal floor as he picked up the control pad for the winch. His breath was rasping through his vocoder, the sound of leather creaking as he moved underneath you. You felt the winch catch and then begin to whir as the net began to lower back to the floor.

“Thank the stars,” you whispered, anxious to be back on solid ground again.

You didn’t quite make it, though. You were still a few meters above the floor when the winch came to a sudden stop, leaving you to sway like the pendulum of a run-down clock. “M-Mando?”

“Look so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he murmured below you, and you felt his gloved fingers trail across the back of your thigh. You gasped at the contact. “Close your eyes,” he husked out, voice gone to gravel.

You didn’t even bother to ask why, just snapped your eyes shut and held your breath, waiting. You heard the slap of leather on the floor, guessing it must be his gloves he’d just taken off, and then you felt his bare fingers tracing the straps that dug into your thighs. His fingertips grazed along the edge where the strap met the skin, the sensation making you tense as heat spiraled in your belly, diffusing through your pelvis to spread in a hot rush of slick that trickled out to cool along the petals of your open folds.

“Oh, mesh’la,” Mando cooed, dark and low. “You’re dripping for me, pretty girl.”

A whine escaped your lips, breath catching in your throat as you felt his fingers slide through your arousal, gathering your essence on his fingertips. There was the pneumatic hiss of air as his helmet disengaged and then the ring of beskar ricocheted around the hold as he dropped it to the floor. You could hear the lewd, wet noises he made as he suckled his own fingers, moaning at the taste of you.

“Don’t move, baby girl.”

“Oh, Maker...” you whimpered in a quaking whisper.

You could feel your walls clenching in anticipation. Mando had never used his mouth on you before, said he’d never gone down on anyone before, but as the winch whirred back into motion only to grind to a stop again a moment later, you guessed you were about to find out if this would be his first time.

When you felt his hair tickle the backs of your thighs, an eruptive shudder passed through your entire body. When his nose grazed over your clit, you jolted in the confines of the straps hard enough to send the net swaying, but he caught you and brought you back to center.

“Sh-shh... Easy, baby girl. I got you...” He paused, sniffed. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he hissed out in a rush, and you heard him inhale, could feel his nose right at your parted lips. It was so filthy, so obscene, what he was doing, but it made you quiver with lust, just the same.

His hands came up to grip your ankles, holding you in place. “That’s better,” he murmured, hot breath gusting over your damp folds, eliciting another shiver from you. “Let me hear you, pretty girl. Want to know how good I’m making you feel. Okay?”

You nodded your head furiously, swallowing in an attempt to bring a bit of moisture back into your parched mouth. “Y-Yeah. Okay, Mando.” You didn’t even care that it came out as a whine.

The first touch of his tongue had you choking on air, hips stuttering, not sure whether to rock forward or away from the lapping muscle, but his strong hands held you fast, not letting your squirm away. He dragged his tongue in a slow, hot line from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned like a porn star. You could feel his cheeks bunch up as he grinned at your reaction, and then he flicked his tongue over your pulsing clit again, pulling a sputtering,” Ha-aaa-aaah!” from your gaping mouth.

“You like it when I do that?” he purred lowly into your folds. “What about when I do this?” He enveloped the sensitive bud with his lips, tongue flickering over it with feather-light touches, making you writhe and grind against his mouth. He groaned, then suctioned his lips around it and sucked, pressing his tongue firmly against it. Your plaintive wail echoed throughout the ship.

“Fuck me...” he moaned, panting for breath, his voice shaking. He was completely wrecked. With a desperate snarl, he dove back in with a vengeance, tongue laving your inner folds, twirling around your entrance, lapping at your juices before kissing and sucking at your puffy, parted lips. He was devouring you whole, winding the coil in your core into a taut vibrating spring of tension. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, your breaths wheezing out of your lungs in desperate pants.

“Mando! Mando, I...” 

You couldn’t even voice a coherent thought, couldn’t tell him what was about to happen, but he seemed to understand, nevertheless. His fingers slid along your pulsing folds to catch at the rim of your entrance, circling it once before slipping inside. Your walls immediately clamped onto the digits, muscles undulating to pull them deeper. He growled at the feeling and latched onto your clit again crooking his fingers in a come-hither motion, the strokes sharp and quick as they tapped out a devastating tattoo against the spongy membrane of your G-spot.

The world went white behind your pinched eyelids, and you weren’t even aware of the choked scream that tore out of your throat as you were blindsided by your orgasm. The spring in your core gave way with a snap and warmth flooded from your center to gush out around his fingers and over his arm, splattering his lower face, cowl and chest plate.

“Ha!” he crowed. “That’s it! Fuck yes!”

You were barely hanging on, your very bones liquefied as you twitched and groaned with each consecutive pulse of your climax. If you had oozed out through the holes in the net to pool at his feet, you wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised.

“So fuckin’ good, for me. Look at that. Fuck, I need — nngh!”

You heard the motor of the winch whir back into life, then felt the cold sensation of the floor touch the bottom of your feet. You couldn’t have held up your own weight if your life depended on it, however, and so folded up with the netting as it came to rest on the floor. Strong hands lifted you out the mess of straps, hands moving over you, manipulating you as he whispered feverish words in Mando’a  like some fervent benediction.

You felt your back come to rest on top of the netting, the worn fabric of his cape spread out beneath you to serve as a barrier against the rough material. You had yet to open your eyes, jaw slack as you floated somewhere high above your physical body in a state of pure bliss.

Mando placed his calloused hand over your eyes, unwilling to test fate more than he already had. He felt crazed, rabid with lust, his only desire to be buried balls-deep in your cunt.

“Need to feel you, sweet girl,” he gasped at your ear, his breath stuttering against your neck. “Please, I need — “

“Yes! Stars, please, Mando. Want to feel you inside me. Do it...”

He whimpered as he lifted himself away long enough to scrabble at the closure of his pants, shoving them down with his underwear to the top of his thigh plates, a frustrating exercise to complete one-handed. When his cock sprang free of its confines, he moaned in relief, pumping it roughly a couple of times as he spread his leaking precrum over the head with his thumb. With a grunt, he fell between your thighs, notching himself at your entrance, inhaling a deep breath before he sank into your greedy, grasping cunt with an audible squelch.

“Fuuuckin’ hellll...” he moaned out as he slid inside your fluttering walls, grunting again when he felt them collapse around his cock and seize it in a vice grip. It was a struggle to draw himself back, the sensation making his balls draw up tight against his body. “Too good... too tight... Gonna make me cum...” he mumbled under his breath, fighting off his orgasm. When he had withdrawn a about halfway, he couldn’t stand it anymore and plunged back in, thrusting hard enough to shift the netting beneath you.

You sobbed, the feeling of being so full overwhelming, your shaking legs coming up to wrap around his hips, ankles locking over the flexing muscles of his ass. He was driving into you with abandon, the toes of his boots squeaking on the floor to find purchase, bracing his body against yours. His other arm he shoved under your back, fingers hooking over your shoulder to pull you down on his cock to meet each hard thrust. He was growling, muttering curses in multiple languages, hissing as you clenched and pulsed around him.

“Ah, fuck, sweet girl, I’m gonna — Shit! Fuck, baby, where do you want — “

“Inside... Want to feel you cum in me...” you moaned out, another orgasm rising like a massive wave in your core. “Ah, fuck!” you whined.

Your words snapped that last thread of control he had, and he surged forward, thrusting in wild, arhythmic strokes that sent you careening over the edge. Your climax washed over you like a euphoric wave, slow and liquid, a golden warmth that engulfed your lower half before spreading like molten honey.

Mando could feel your walls clamp down and spasm, milking his cock, drawing him in deeper. He threw his head back and came with a bellow, a primal, jagged roar of triumph. His chest lifted as his back arched, his cock exploding inside your walls, pumping ribbons of his thick seed deep into your hungry cunt.

He barely managed to throw an arm out to catch himself before falling forward. He was trembling above you. and when his elbow buckled, his head fell to your chest. His nose was smooshed into the side of your breast, his panting breaths teasing the sensitive bud of your nipple into a hard little nub beneath the thin material of his tunic. He gave a dazed grin at the sight, wishing he had the energy to take it in his mouth, but he wasn’t sure he could even lift his head yet.

“Stars, pretty girl. I think you’ve killed me.”

A breathless wheeze of laughter burst out of your chest, and you reached up to pull down the hand now splayed limp over your face to your lips. You left a lingering kiss in the palm as you crooked your other arm over your eyes, just so the temptation to peek wouldn’t get the best of you. You felt him lift his head with reluctance, his weight shifting, before his lips pressed to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You alright? I know I went pretty hard this time. I didn’t mean to lose it like that, but — “

Your hand came up to touch his face, landing on his neck instead. You slid it upward to cup his jaw, the feel of his patchy beard against your palm endearing. “Don’t you dare apologize,” you told him and drew him down for another kiss. “It was perfect. The best I’ve ever had,” you whispered against his lips.

He sighed, smiling against your mouth in relief and pleasure. When he shifted again, he saw you grimace. “Did I hurt you, sweet girl?” he rushed to ask, lifting his weight off you.

You giggled and shook your head. “No, it’s not that. There’s something cold and sticky all over your chest plate. It feels... icky.”

He glanced down to see your release from earlier smeared over his beskar, and he chuckled, low and dirty. “That’s your fault,” he teased. “You drowned me when you came the first time.”

Your mouth dropped open and, if not for his hand coming down to hold your arm in place, you would have jerked it away from your eyes to stare at him in shock. “I did not!” you gasped. mortified.

“Oh, you did, pretty girl,” he crooned. “I want to make you do it again.”

“What? N-Now?!”

A full-on laugh rumbled out of his chest this time. “No, sweet girl. As much as I’d love to, I don’t either one of us is going to be able to go another round after that last one.”

“Oh, thank the Maker,” you blurted out, and then winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean —”

He sniffed in amusement and pecked you on the lips. “I know what you meant, mesh’la.” Sitting back on his knees, he rubbed at his face, grinning at the sticky feel of your spend drying in his mustache. He was positively covered in your cum, and he fucking loved it. His poor cock gave a valiant twitch before he tucked it back into his pants and stood. “C’mon, sweet girl. Let’s get in the shower.” He retrieved his helmet, slipping it back on before bending to take you by the hand.

You groaned. “Just lemme sleep here. Can’t move right now.”

“You’ll freeze down here,” he chided you. “Now come on. I’ll help you.”

You whined as he hauled you onto your feet, and you staggered on your shaking legs. He shook his head and turned his back to you, bending his knees slightly. “Hop on. I’ll carry you up the ladder. Otherwise, we will be down here all night.”

You made a face at him, but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway, making a weak hop to get onto his back. Grasping your thighs, he hitched you up a little higher and stood, then trudged towards the ladder at the opposite end of the hold.

“Oh, stars,” you moaned out behind him, dropping your forehead to his back. “Do you think we woke Grogu? We were, uh... ahem... We were, you know, a little loud,” you whispered.

“Well, the ship’s still flying, and I didn’t hear anything break while we were down here, so I’m going to say no.”

You giggled. “He’s gonna get it tomorrow morning,” you vowed. “He was the reason I got caught up in that stupid net in the first place. He somehow managed to get on that top shelf with a whole sleeve of cookies and my datapad.” You paused, moaned again. “Shit. My datapad. It broke when I dropped it.”

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. We’ll get you another one, and I’ll talk to Grogu myself tomorrow morning, right after breakfast. Okay?”

You sighed, a little grin tugging at your lips. “Okay.” You heaved a sigh, tightening your grip when Mando started to climb up the ladder. “I know one thing. I’m burning that stupid net when we get back to Nevarro.”

Mando huffed and shook his head. “Like hell you are. We’re bringing that home with us. It’s going up in the bedroom, right above the bed.”

You gasped in shock, rearing your head back. “Mando!”

His rumbling chuckle bounced off the metal walls of the ship, and a warmth like the sun bloomed in your chest as a smile as big as the Dune Sea spread across your face.

“Okay, fine. We’ll discuss the cargo net later. But right now, I want a shower.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mando purred, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Taking your hand, he led you into the ‘fresher.

Despite Mando’s earlier doubts, you found out that you both did indeed have another round left in you.

(End notes: Just wanted to mention @saradika because she created the dividers and banners I’m using. She makes them for free. You can check out her masterlist on her blog. Her fics are *chef’s kiss* too.)