#yes i could get maintenance to do it but honestly if i want it done right i need to do it myself

[sadlittlestray]

it really is me and my ifixit kit against the world

[workingchemistry]

Echo curls up in the window seat of the apartment Fox has somehow acquired for them. It’s laden with the ugliest throw pillows known to Coruscant and a few other worlds. It doesn’t matter, each one was carefully chosen by their commander and that makes them the best pillows Echo has ever seen. He’s got a real flimsy book held up with one hand but he hasn’t looked down at the pages since Fox’s arrival.

Fives sidles up to Fox with a happy hum before he takes over unbuckling armor. “Well aren’t you a pretty sight?”

Fox doesn’t rise to the bait or try to slap Five’s hands away. Visible emotions aren’t really their partner’s thing but something flickers across his expression. He looks between Fives and then Echo before looking back at Fives. “Are we dating?”

Of all the questions…

Fives’s immediate reassurance breaks off as he doubles over with the force of his coughing.

That leaves Echo to take over. He half stands before he realizes that maybe Fox wants the space—that their commander wasn’t on the same page after all. Instead he stays put and makes sure he catches Fox’s gaze. “We were under that impression, yes, but if it’s not what you want then nothing needs to change.”

“Oh.” Fox says.

He doesn’t jump to reassure them that he wants them in return but that’s alright. Any immediate answer Fox could give wouldn’t be true. It’s honestly a point of pride that Fox trusts them enough to tell the truth.

Meanwhile, Fives stops dramatically choking on his own spit long enough to go back to helping with Fox’s armor. He isn’t immediately pushed away, so that’s also a good sign.

Echo watches from his window seat and hopes.

There’s not much physical difference between Fox’s blacks and their own, but it still soothes a possessive nerve to see Fox replace his dirty blacks with Echo’s. It’s his favorite set, the one with a little tear down the side mended with a decorative stitch in blue.

Fives scoops up the dirty blacks and scuffed armor to do maintenance on in the other room, shooting Echo a sharp look as he does. That is where he deviates from routine, pausing this time before he kisses Fox’s cheek to give their commander time to pull away.

Fox does no such thing. He leans into the touch, tipping his forehead to rest against Five’s. Then he’s pulling away to drop onto the seat next to Echo. “So if you thought we were dating, I’m guessing you’ve already filed the paperwork?”

That draws Echo up short. Sure he doesn’t abide by the regs as strictly as he used to, but surely he would have known if there was paperwork. “For dating?”

“Mm.” Fox isn’t looking at Echo. “We’re in different battalions. I’m head over the military police force. That’s more than enough to be a conflict of interest.”

“Fuck. We can get it done tonight if you…” Echo breaks off when he catches a telltale amused twitch of Fox’s nose. He shoves their commander with a bright laugh. “You bastard! Who taught you a sense of humor?”

Fox’s lips tip up ever so slightly at the corners in the closest he ever comes to a genuine smile. “I found these parasites in the drunk tank. I think their bad habits are starting to rub off on me.”

[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨

masterlist

wc | 1.6k

cw | infidelity, couch sex, age gap, unprotected sex, low key exhibitionism

Pool boy! Armin x MILF! Reader

A/N | Hey yall, this is lowkey shit but I just wanted to post something. I hope y'all had a happy new years, and as always, I hope y'all enjoy. Not edited.

A friend of a friend told him about the job, saying that you and your husband needed a new pool boy because the last one graduated. He was a broke college student in need of money for the summer. It didn’t take long for numbers to be exchanged and him calling you later that day. You picked up the phone with a polite hello and asked him who he was and what he needed. He said he wanted to apply for the position of pool maintenance. He was surprised at how quickly you said yes, wide eyes as you gave him the address and time you wanted him to come by tomorrow. He hung up with a quick thank you and practically jumped out of his chair. He had never gotten a job that effortless before, he just figured that you had gotten pretty desperate for someone to fill in the empty spot.

And he was half right.

But what he didn’t know was that the friend of a friend he talked to, his mother was friends with you, and as soon as she saw a picture of him she wasted no time to show you how cute your next plaything is. You’ve started to get restless since your last boytoy went on and left, and were itching to find another one to entertain you for the summer. Some might call it indecent, shameful, or even obscene; but you didn’t care. Your stupid, simple husband didn’t bat an eyelash about how you felt when he started sleeping with other, younger woman once he decided you weren’t worth his time anymore, so why should you care about his feelings? You loved the risky thrill that rushed through your veins at the thought of being caught fucking the pool boy.

 Was it wrong? Very much so. Did it make you want to do it that much more? Of course.

His first day went by smoothly, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek as you showed him where he would be working and where the tools he needed were stored. He took note of your affectionate nature. He also noted the way your flowy sundress still managed to show off your curves, staring at your ass as you walk in front of him. He almost started making up excuses for you to stay in his presence longer, but you left before he could say another word. “You can just leave when you’re done. Feel free to come in whenever you need anything to eat or drink, kay’ sweetie?” You turn and walk away with a smile on your face as you feel his gaze burn into your backside in hunger. 

He came over once a week at first, but then your two boys started to warm up to him, asking him to come over more often to play football and play video games with them. He chuckled shyly and told them that they had to ask you first. You immediately said yes, ecstatic for having a reason to have him around the house more. He got comfortable being there, just like the last one, and you knew it was almost time to sink your teeth into him. 

You hadn’t failed to notice the way he ogled at you when you weren’t looking, you also hadn’t failed to notice how he would always find a way to touch you. You waist, shoulders, hips, anything he could get really. You wanted to laugh at the way he so blatantly made it clear that he would fuck you without a second to spare if you let him. You honestly didn’t expect how easy it would be to get him in your grasp. He virtually fell into your lap, simply waiting until you gave him the go-ahead to pound you into your mattress. 

It was another sweaty, humid day, and your kids were with their father who took them to some baseball game you could care less about. The only thing on your mind was getting Armin in your bed. He came over to drop off some extra fruit his mom had given him, a thing that he had started frequently doing. You thank with a warm smile as you set the basket of fresh cherries down as you welcome him in. 

Someway somehow, you persuade him to stay for a glass of wine. Conversation starts simple, talks of what he gets up to with his friends and such. Then he tests the water, asking how you met your husband. You’ve gotten drunk enough to the point where you don’t  have a filter anymore, and you tell him all of it. “It was a marriage of convenience, I met him when I was about your age, then he got me pregnant. Back then, if you got someone knocked up, you married them so that the kid wasn’t born out of wedlock. It’s such a stupid thing, and I only did it so that my father wouldn’t cut me out of his will,” you laugh, and he hangs onto your every word. “I only did it so that I have money to live on once I get a divorce.” You slur out, relaxing into the couch. “You’re gonna divorce him? From the outside, y’all look like the perfect couple.” You scoff at his statement, moving closer to him. His eyes drop down to your lips, then go back up to lock with yours. “Please, he’s been cheating on me for years, and the funny part about it is that he thinks he’s so slick with it. Add insult to injury, he’s basically a man child. He can’t cook for shit, he doesn’t clean up for shit – even though he makes the biggest mess, and he’s just a fucking idiot in general. I can’t stand him, and he’s not good in bed either!” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles as you finish ranting.

“You’re obviously done with him, and it doesn’t sound like you haven’t had sex with him in a while.” He says, placing his hand on your thigh. You look down at it, then at him. “What do you think, genius?” You lean towards him until your faces are only inches from each other. It’s sudden, his lips on yours and your hand on his cheek. You straddle him as he kisses down your neck. Your hands entangle themselves into his blond locks, pulling on them as you moan. Heat pools into your core as he slides the sleeve of your dress down, pressing open mouth kisses to your shoulder as he ruts up into your clothed cunt. “You sure you want me to fuck you here? they could be back soon.” He mutters as he unclips your bra, taking one nipple in his mouth as he fondles the other. You grind back onto him as you pull his pants just far down enough for you to pull his cock out from his briefs. “I don’t care, just give me what I want.” You stroke him, his groans filling the room as he bucks up into your hand.

He pulls your panties to the side as you position yourself above him, sinking down on his girth with a breathy sigh. His hands rest on your ass as you adjust to his size. “You ok, need a second?” He teases, and you glare at him. He’s the biggest you’ve had in a long time, and it caught you off guard. “Shut up and fuck me already. Isn’t that what you came over for?” His eyes darken with lust as he thrusts up into your heat, fingers digging crescents into your hips. Your arms sling over his neck, air getting knocked out your throat from how hard he fucks up into your pussy. He reaches down to rub small, quick circles onto your clit, and you grab his arm from the overstimulation. “Ohh goddd.” You whine, meeting his thrusts. He whispers obscenities into your ear, making you wetter by the second. “What do think your husband would think of you getting fucked by the pool boy, hmm?” He smirks, hand coming to pull you pack to face him by your braids. “A-armin, s’good, it’s sooo good.” You whimper, too focused on the pleasure to register anything he says. “You gonna cum?  Squeezing me like a fucking vice.” He grunts, thrusting into you with fervor. You could feel your orgasm coming, coil within you tightening by the second. Unused tears threaten to fall from your eyes from the pleasure as you ride him. “I’m gonna cummm.” You spasm around him, slick spreading on both your thighs. His eyes roll back as his thrusts get sloppier. “Cum in me. I want you to cum in me.” You say, voice hoarse from being so loud. “Ohhhh fuckkkkk.” He moans, spilling his hot cum into your sopping pussy. 

Heavy breathing echoes across the living as you slump onto him. Before either of you can say anything, you hear the click of the lock and the rowdiness of your family. You quickly push both you and Armin over the back of the couch, outside the view of the front door. You hear shouts and laughter as they make their way to the kitchen. “Where mom?” You hear your youngest say. Your eyes widen as you hear tiny footsteps coming closer. “Don’t worry about it buddy, she's probably out with some friends.” You hear your husband shout. You breathe a sigh of relief as we walk away. 

You wait until it's safe to usher him out the side door. “So about next week..?” You cut him off with a heated kiss before he can say anything else. “Don’t think this means that you can slack off on cleaning my damn pool. I expect it to as spic and span as before we slept together, you hear me?.” You say, eyeing him up and down. You leave him speechless as you walk away. He just smiles and shakes his head as he walks to his car.

He can’t wait to tell the group chat that he was the first one to fuck a married woman.

-Nene

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Reginald who? (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot for Gwynrielweeks2024

thread: Gwyn finds a way for Azriel to let go of his gentle bedside manner by comparing him to her favorite male book character – slightly drunk Azriel cannot let that slide and a challenge ensures.

Post for the NSFW day ;) @gwynrielweeksofficial

word count: 5.1k

warnings: swearing, crude language, oral (f receiving), cum play, anal play, p in v sex

Reginald growled with pleasure as he beheld the stunning beauty that was Jasmine. He itched to explore every inch of her, his hands already reaching out to skim over her abdomen and her breasts.

After what felt like three hundred years, the book finally got to the good part. Gwyn giggled to herself, sinking deeper into the cushions and preparing for what was about to come. Or rather, who was about to come.

He laid her down with reverence, observing how her chest heaved with excitement. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, and that was between her supple thighs.

Gwyn read on with wide eyes, wishing for Azriel to be near with each line passing. The male main character was so smooth, so absolutely devoted to his Jasmine it was swoon worthy. And the priestess would lie if she said his words and actions didn’t have another effect on her. She shifted in her seat, trying to get some of the pressure off as she continued devouring page after page. If this author did one thing right, it was her attention to detail.

Reginald wasn’t done with her just yet, bending his head another time to gently lap at her, cleaning her arousal with his tongue and moaning like he tasted liquid ambrosia.

Her daydream was rudely and suddenly interrupted by a loud bang, and Gwyn’s well-deserved one-on-one time with Reginald came to a stuttering end.

She jumped out of bed, more than ready to fight or run, whatever seemed like the smartest thing to do, but as she was halfway across the room, the banging was accompanied by shouting – and with a breathy laugh, Gwyn relaxed.

“Ehhhhh”, that seemed to be Cassian’s rough voice echoing off the hall, “Ladies, we’re hoooooome!”

Another bang sounded suspiciously like the vase next to the staircase shattered into a million pieces, followed by colorful swearing. This time from another voice. Were they drunk?

“Really subtle, Cass. I think they heard us anyways.”, Azriel deadpanned. He sounded pretty normal, enunciating his words carefully. Maybe a bit too carefully.

Cassian laughed, a booming sound that might have woken up the priestesses in the library too. “True. And if they went to Rita’s with US, like we ASKED them to, they could be in on the FUN now.”

He then began singing.

Yes, definitely drunk.

Honestly, it wasn’t completely off tune and had a kind of charm to it. Azriel’s laughter told another story though, and Gwyn could only guess Cassian’s performance got enhanced through some dance moves.

“Boys!”

And that would be Nesta. Gwyn snickered to herself, letting her book come to rest on the bed again before finding the bathroom. Let Nesta deal with them. When the boys did something stupid, Gwyn would usually cave as soon as they gave her the puppy eyes. That strategy was lost with her best friend, though, and as Gwyn closed the bathroom door, she could already make out Nesta ripping into them.

The priestess the proceeded to complete her evening routine, using the toilet, washing her face, teeth and applying a generous amount of moisturizer. Training every morning in the crisp, cold autumn air left her skin dry as a desert, so she took extra care of it at night. Her river nymph heritage didn’t help the situation either as it demanded constant maintenance.

Once she was all done, skin gleaming with product, she returned to the bedroom.

“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not at home to supervise.”

Sprawled on her bed, with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, was her beloved. Only that he was not so beloved anymore as he skimmed through her book and snickered to himself.

“Azriel!”, she gasped, lunging forward in order to snatch the book away from him. But the bastard was quicker, sitting up and putting the bed between them. His eyes never strayed from the lines as he read and read.

“What kind of name is Reginald? And how many pages can this person fill with just giving head?”, he murmured, even his shadows peeking over his shoulder to get a good look.

Gwyn’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at his crass words. Why were romance novels completely acceptable when you read them alone, yet as soon as another person asked you about it they became a criminal offence?

She rounded the bed, trying again to grab the book, but he simply lifted it over his head. The priestess was seething.

“Azriel Shadowsinger, you give me back my book this instant!”, with her hands put on her hips, she craned her neck to look up at him, trying her best to be intimidating. ‘Looking down her nose at someone’ just like the main character of the last book she read, however that was possible. But she gave it her best shot nonetheless.

Azriel cupped her cheek with his unoccupied hand, his face now relaxed. “Gwyneth, stop it. You are too cute.”

She wanted to wipe that indulgent smile off his face desperately.

So, with her best acting, she made her eyes focus on the candle behind Az, gasping in horror and pointing. It might not have worked on him most days but his slightly delayed reaction spoke volumes about how much he really had to drink. He whipped around to the invisible threat, and as soon as his hand was within reach, Gwyn snagged the book with a triumphant laugh.

She quickly leaped away from him, pressing the book against her chest protectively.

Azriel just chuckled to himself. “Please don’t tell Cassian about that. Or anyone, really.” His eyes found hers through the dim light, slowly trailing over her face, hair and exposed legs. “You got me, Berdara.”

With only a few measured steps, he stood before her. Gwyn tightened her grip on the book just in case, but Azriel seemed to have lost interest in that. Instead, his fingers gently traced her jawline and lips.

“I’ve missed you.”, he murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze her waist. Gwyn’s breath hitched as she beheld the hunger in his gaze, the slow smile he showed her. He looked so handsome tonight with his midnight black tunic that he rolled up at the sleeves, putting his tattoos on show.

Gwyn should have been jealous that the whole of Velaris got to see him like this tonight. That he likely had to turn down a lot of invitations to peoples’ beds. But the way he looked at her made her think he didn’t care about that at all. Like he only really needed on female by his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you.”, she said softly, swallowing down the guilt at not yet being able to cope with the masses of people a night club usually held, “But I take it you had a good time nonetheless?”

Azriel snorted, his hand now slowly exploring her neck and collarbones. “It was good, yes. You’d have enjoyed the music, I think. But it got quite crammed towards the end.”

He placed a soft kiss to her neck, pulling her even closer so she had to let go of the book and throw it on the armchair. Azriel didn’t really seem to care for their conversation right now, his lips not deviating from their mission to make Gwyn squirm.

She was already so riled up from that damned book, it didn’t take long for Azriel’s ministrations to elicit a soft moan. The Shadowsinger soaked up the noise, letting his lips finally find hers. The kiss was gentle, yet it promised something more. Gwyn could taste the bourbon on his tongue as it caressed hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Azriel’s muscular frame began to crowd her, forcing her to walk back a few steps, until her back met the wall. His kiss changed as soon as he had her caged in, completely at his mercy. It got more demanding, deeper, his hands now both running up and down her sides and disheveling her pajamas until he found a piece of bare skin he could claim for himself.

This was different than before. Usually Azriel was slower, more gentle as they made love, and Gwyn had argued with herself for some time now how to best ask him to… well, just fuck her. Because Cauldron boil her, that’s what she wanted.

And apparently, that’s what she was getting tonight. She could feel herself getting wet for him as he pressed his own arousal to her hip, showing her exactly what this situation did to him too.

“Az”, she whispered in a plea as he let go of her mouth, instead pushing up her top and bending down to welcome every inch of skin revealed with open-mouthed kisses. She’d never get used to it, being naked in front of him and feeling his lips on usually hidden areas. It made her spine tingle with excitement.

“Mh?”, he looked up for a second, his eyes wild with barely reigned-in arousal. “Sorry, should I slow down?”

Gwyn let out a stuttering breath, her hands finding his inky black hair to run through. “No, this is perfect. This is what I want.” A little pull on his roots drove the point home, hopefully.

The Shadowsinger growled – actually growled – and continued his assault on her stomach and waist, squeezing her tighter. She’d never seen him so lost in the moment, not constantly fighting for control over himself. And it made her own heart beat faster in her chest at the thrill of experiencing this side of him tonight.

Azriel huffed out a frustrated breath though at his awkward position. “Change of scenery.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the armory instead in one quick movement, his face now level with her neck. “Better.”

Was it normal to be excited about how easily he did that, how simple it must be for him to bend her to his will?

It didn’t take long for her top to be discarded on the floor after that, her own hands helping just as much as his shadows, allowing Azriel’s hands and mouth to hone in all their attention on her breasts. He kissed, suckled and licked every bit of her, paying special tribute to her nipples and the underside of her chest. Gwyn was reduced to a moaning mess, withering beneath the heat of his mouth and trying to press her center against his stomach.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient.”, he chuckled, pinning her hips to a frustrating stop, “Jasmine took everything in stride. Not once did I read about her trying to take control.”

Gwyn glowered at him. “That’s because Reginald actually saw to her needs the minute they arose.”

The Shadowsinger stilled at her words, slowly looking up at her. “Are you saying I don’t see to your needs, priestess?”

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t assume you know everything about me and my body and what I need.” The moment the words left her, she found herself regretting them. Because really, it was unfair. Azriel did know her body like his own, and did bring her the most mind-shattering orgasms. But a little voice inside her urged her on, hoping to rile him enough to completely relinquish his gentle manners. Plus, it was fun. “Because you clearly don’t.”

Azriel smiled at her accusation in a way that did absolutely nothing to calm her down. In fact, it promised retribution.

“I don’t?”

Gwyn tried to summon some bravado. “You don’t. You’re okay, you know the basics, sure. One would hope you do after 500 years of living.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose with every lie uttered, a manic gleam in his eyes. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble. Her center throbbed with the certainty of that. Mother, she wanted him so badly.

But her Shadowsinger stepped back and made to grab her discarded book, leaving Gwyn shivering on the armory and covering her breasts with her arms. “How about a challenge, then?”

Gwyn stared at him with doe eyes, unsure where he’d take this.

“Looks like dear Reginald managed to make her cum”, he paused, skimming the pages again, “twice with his mouth, and once more on his cock. I’d say he knows how to please her, wouldn’t you?”

Gwyn nodded, taking in the force of nature that was Azriel. He exuded confidence as he stood there in the center of the room, his eyes drilling into hers like he might die if he can’t look at her.

“So all I need to do for you to take your uncalled for and plainly false words back is”, he stepped towards her again, his mouth whispering the challenge – the promise it held – into her ear, “prove I’m better.”

Gwyn was unwell. And it clearly showed, because Azriel already held himself like he’d won. Like he’d made her cum with just his words alone. But she also knew on thing: it wasn’t easy for her to finish. Especially not with just penetration.

“I accept the challenge. And I look forward to proving you wrong.”, she whispered back.

Azriel’s hands rose to grab hers, gently pulling them away from her chest and making them meet at the small of her back where he held them hostage. “I want to add two conditions to this. First, you can’t hold yourself back. When you feel like you need to cum, you will cum. If my shadows detect you didn’t adhere to this rule, I’ll make you pay.”

Gwyn swallowed, her mouth dry with need. She’d never heard him talk like this. But she nodded to accept his first condition. Never would she deprive herself of an orgasm just to spite him. Especially right now.

“Secondly, you will not touch me unless I explicitly allow it. I’ll need to concentrate, and I can’t very well do that with your little hand wrapped around my cock.”, Azriel gave her a stern look that had her melting and nodding her head in acceptance again.

“You can’t use your Shadows either.”, the priestess was proud she found the clarity of mind to demand this little ad-on, “Reginald didn’t have them. Only his very own skill.”

Azriel puffed out his chest. “Of course not. I’ll win this fair and square.”

Silence expanded between them and the dark room as their stared at each other in defiance. And a whole lot of infatuation. Because there was never a moment Gwyn felt more desire towards this male.

“It’s on?”, Azriel asked, looking ready to pounce.

“It’s on.”, she replied.

The word barely left her mouth before his own claimed it with a roughness that took Gwyn’s breath away. He pressed her back to the wall, spreading her legs even further to accommodate his hips and wings.  

Something told her she was about to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of an unleashed Shadowsinger. And that something was his hand, finding her throat in a grip firm enough for her to moan out her approval.

“Still”, he ground out. The space between them widened again as he stepped back to pull her shorts off her body.

When they were discarded, he took his sweet-ass time to run his eyes over her nude form. Gwyn tired her best to adhere to his command of staying put, but having the undivided attention of Azriel on her made that quite hard. Especially when his gaze snagged on her exposed center and lingered. Like he planned all the things he was about to do to her to the smallest detail.

His own hands travelled up his body and began unbuttoning his tunic, revealing inch after inch of first tattooed, then bronze skin. Gwyn strained, her whole body on overdrive. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward, feel all of him pressed against her. But she also wanted to win.

Azriel carelessly discarded his tunic, his mirthful eyes telling her he knew exactly what his little strip show did to her. “Are you wet for me already, love?”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice felt like almost like touch in itself. Gwyn arched her back slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”, he sank to his knees before her, his head now perfectly in line with her throbbing center, “because I’m fucking starving for you.”

Gwyn gasped as she felt the first lick of his tongue against her. Her eyes closed against her will in nothing but self-preservation. Seeing him lick her would be the death of her, she knew. And she was about to relish in his attention for as long as possible.

Azriel knew he was good with his tongue and it showed. It danced along her slit with perfect pressure, honing in on her clit and circling the tiny bud of nerves in a maddening rhythm.

“Fuck”, he growled out, pressing a harsh kiss to her opening, “I’m addicted to this. I thought about it the whole night, about you underneath me.” 

The priestess gasped and moaned as his tongue once again thought of better things to do than drive her crazy with his words. She liked the idea of Azriel pining for her, his thoughts thoroughly occupied so none other could take them up. Feelings of power and love flooded her veins and joined the pleasure he was already giving her.

Gwyn was wet beyond measure now, her juices coating her inner thighs and running down on the armory. She was certainly losing the challenge abysmally if he continued like that, but was it really losing if it made her feel like this?

Azriel’s fingers moved to join his tongue, rubbing up and down her wetness to then plunge into her. Gwyn moaned at the feel of them, the roughness of his scars providing ample friction as he pumped them in and out of her while his tongue remained firmly on her clit.

Despite her best efforts to draw this out, she felt her orgasm build ferociously.

“Watch.”, Azriel ground out so close against her still that she felt the warmth of his breath, “watch yourself cum on my tongue.”

And Gwyn did. With her eyes trained on his face, she watched as he doubled his efforts. And the sight of this powerful, gorgeous male before her, that was so thoroughly hers he was engrained into her very heart, made her shatter.

The priestess came with a shout and a plethora of flexed muscles. Azriel did his best to draw it out, continuing his fingering and licking at a more relaxed pace until Gwyn collapsed in on herself.

When she regained her senses, her eyes fell on the Shadowsinger now standing at full height again. He leaned forward, his arms propped up on either side of her thighs, a smug smile on his wet face. “Why don’t you count for us, sweetness? We can’t lose sight of the challenge now, can we?”

Gwyn nodded, her lust dampened to a manageable level again. She conceded this point way too quickly, even though it was worth it. “One.”

She silently made a pact with herself. The male needed to work for it, otherwise his ego might expand to the heavens. In fact, Azriel already looked about ready to burst with arrogance.

He stepped forward to give her a lingering kiss, his tongue caressing hers and sharing her essence with her. Gwyn itched to touch him, if only his shoulders or chest or hair or anything. But he didn’t allow it yet, and begging was so beneath her.

Azriel scooped her up carefully, walking towards the bed and laying her down on the covers. But instead of widening her thighs, her grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air, leaving her center and ass in full view again.

“Hold that for me, love.”, he said as he knelt on the bed as well. Gwyn grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them towards her chest, mentally preparing to not come within five minutes.

“Like that. Good girl.”, he murmured almost absentmindedly, focusing on her center yet again while Gwyn’s resolve took it’s first hit. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden and why did she want to cum just to hear him call her ‘good’ again?

A kiss to her thigh quickly shut down her inner monologue. By the third kiss, her mind was putty again. The fifth landed just an inch short of where she wanted it. Then, the bastard repeated the teasing process on the other side once more. Her breathing quickened again.

“Do you know what tastes even better than your arousal?”, he asked, suspended right above her clit. His lips grazed it with every word, and Gwyn jumped in anticipation. She didn’t even register him asking a question until he pinched her butt impatiently.

“No, I don’t.”, she breathed out. She couldn’t think even if she wanted to.

“Guess.”

That bloody bastard.

“Cupcakes?”, she tried weakly. It was simply the only thing she could come up with.

Gwyn felt his laugh hit her center, but nothing else followed. “No, that’s not it. In fact, cupcakes are further down the list. Guess again.”

“Azriel, please.”

Apparently, she was not above begging. And it paid off. His finger began circling her clit tightly, hitting it with just the lowest of pressures but almost continually. A slow kind of torture as he still waited for her to take another guess.

“I don’t know. Ice cream.”, the priestess panted, absolutely over this game.

“Wrong again.”, Azriel said in a conversational tone, almost like he wasn’t face to face with her dripping pussy and keeping her clit hostage underneath his finger. “But I realize now you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted it before.”

And with that, two of his fingers sank deeply into her with the most delicious friction and a borderline embarrassing squelch of wetness. He crawled up her body then and held out his fingers to her lips.

Gwyn stared at him wide-eyed, very much unsure of what to do. She read about this once, and honestly thought it too kinky to be real. But as she took in her Shadowsinger who watched her with the expression of a man possessed, she realized it wasn’t weird at all. At least not if it pleased him.

Tentatively, still waiting for him to stop her if that wasn’t what he meant, she raised her head and took his fingers in-between her lips. He didn’t stop her. If it was possible, his eyes turned even more mad as they darted between her eyes and mouth. “That’s it, love.”

Gwyn closed her lips around his fingers and began to suck lightly while drawing back. A tangy-sweet taste filled her mouth and she didn’t know who released a more strained moan between them. Her tongue darted out to tease the slit his fingers formed, lapping up even more of herself and Azriel ground his erection against her in a movement that seemed almost involuntary.

She honestly didn’t care for the taste, but it was better than she anticipated and seemed to drive him out of his mind. So, she took the opportunity. A distracted Azriel was a sloppy Azriel.

The priestess barely contained her smirk as she went to town on his fingers, moving up and down like she would on his cock and using her tongue to gently caress the ridges of his skin. Azriel didn’t stop her. In fact, he looked like he was put under a spell, only his hips moving against her center and finally giving her a bit more friction.

Suddenly, Az yanked his fingers back, narrowing his eyes at her. She could feel his reprimand coming, but beat him to it. “Don’t you dare. You allowed it. If not to say ‘demanded’.”

He stared at her a while longer, before conceding the point. “Fine. But then I’m not to blame for this.”

Gwyn was about to ask what ‘this’ meant, but Azriel slid down her body again, disappearing from view behind her legs. Her lower lips were spread, her overstimulated and puffy center back in view, and Azriel dove right in.

This time, nothing about his movements felt calculated. He simply lapped up every ounce of liquid that dripped out of her, wanting to be in multiple spots at once. Azriel moaned in abandon, almost as wildly as Gwyn herself, plunging his tongue into her and drinking directly from the source. His nose and stubble grazed her simultaneously as he licked her walls like he owned them.

“Azriel”, the priestess moaned out his name, fighting hard to not move her hips in time with his licks. She felt like she was floating on pleasure.

The Shadowsinger let up from her entrance, his fingers taking up a slow and torturous caress up and down her slit. Gwyn was about to wonder why he didn’t use his tongue anymore when she felt it again – lower.

Every thought of shame or panic left her though, as his tongue circled her puckered hole tentatively first, then with more rigor when she didn’t object.

They had talked about this before at some point as the topic came up in one of her novels as well. And she expressed her general interest in it, not really sure how it would feel. She’d have asked him to do this earlier if she’d known.

Her muscles twitched with all their might. The pleasure he wrung from her clit was somehow amplified by the delicate skin around her bottom and Azriel’s mouth licking and kissing around it, focusing on the thin piece of skin that separated her pussy from it once in a while.

If the feeling of it didn’t drive her insane enough, the fact that Azriel seemed to take so much pleasure in it too took her over the edge. He never even raised his head for air, never stilled his fingers and reacted to every twitch of her, adjusting his ministrations accordingly.

He played her like his favorite instrument, and she ate her previous words with each slide of his fingers and tongue. The male knew what he was doing, and she was so fucking lucky.

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, she couldn’t hold back anymore and came again with an intense wave of release. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shouted Azriel’s name into the abyss in testament of his devotion.

She let her legs fall open to each side, not caring for her compromising position as she tried to catch her breath. And her sanity.

Azriel perched between her legs, gently caressing her calves as he grinned at her.

“Well done, love. How many?”

Gwyn released a shaky breath. “Two and a half.”

His grin widened ever more. “And a half, huh?”

The priestess nodded. Usually, they called it a day after one or both of them came twice. She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to drag another orgasm out of her. But as Gwyn looked at Azriel again, at how he made to unlace his trousers and setting himself free, she had the feeling she’d give him another half a point for simply seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe a thousand.

She scootched higher up the bed, boldly watching him strip completely. The Shadowsinger finally discarded his trousers, shoes and underwear, and Gwyn had to fight to not let her own hand slip between her legs at the sight. How was it possible she was already aroused again?

“Since you were so good this whole time, I’ll let you decide how I take you.”, Azriel said in a low voice, his hand coming up to his cock and pumping languidly. She itched to crawl forward and lick off the beads of precum that glistened on the tip.

“Can I ride you?”, she breathed, already sitting up without waiting for an answer.

The Shadowsinger chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes betrayed his nonchalant façade. He was quick to take up her previous place on the bed, dragging her on top of him instantly and with so much force she nearly fell on his face.  

Gwyn wasted absolutely no time. She slid onto him like he was molded just for her, engulfing him in her wetness until he was sheathed completely. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being united like this, and the priestess rocked back and forth just slightly to get used to him again.

Azriel watched her from below, his hands resting on her hips. His own breathing sounded a bit labored too, Gwyn thought with satisfaction, and he held her still with straining muscles.

“Cauldron, Gwyn.”, he ground out, his head falling back against the pillow in surrender. Or what Gwyn interpreted as such. Because just a few seconds after-

“Oh, Gods!”, Gwyn gasped as he drove himself up and into her, leveraging himself against the bed and taking control from her entirely. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again with no resistance. The priestess fell onto his chest from the force of him, moaning with abandon.

He felt so good inside of her, so perfect, hitting all the right spots.

Azriel gazed up at her, his features set in barely restrained ferocity. He looked so beautiful, sweating and panting, his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest flexed.

Gwyn relished in the feel of him, moving in tandem with his thrusts to force him even deeper.

“Fuck, I’m close.”, the Shadowsinger growled.

But Gwyn wasn’t quite there yet. “I need more.”

Azriel’s sharp gaze focused on her, and he immediately relinquished his thrusting to let her take over again. Which was just what she needed. With a heavy, unrestrained moan, Gwyn began to ride him at a slower pace, angling her hips so that her clit brushed against his pelvis every time.

And gods, did that feel good.

Her orgasm built again, different this time with the additional weight of his length inside of her. And judging by Azriel’s face, he was with her.

With a shout that surely informed the rest of the house what they were up to, Azriel raised himself up, flinging his arms around Gwyn and came hard. The priestess was quick to follow, pressing him closer against her. Her walls fluttered around him, making sure he spilled every drop of himself.

Both panted, still cradled in each other’s arms until their breathing returned to normal.

Azriel pulled back first, finding her eyes as usual. “All good?”

“Perfect.”, she sighed, pressing an innocent kiss to his lips.

“What’s the score, Berdara?”, he asked, trying to summon some bravado as he prepared to receive a stellar review.

Gwyn released a laugh. “I’ve lost count.”

“So, am I officially a better lover than Reginald?”, Azriel brushed his nose against her cheek before nuzzling into her neck in a playful manner.

Gwyn smiled to herself, finally free in caressing his neck and shoulders to her heart’s content. Which, she decided, she was going to do for the foreseeable future.

“Reginald who?”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypnotized by the Boss

Aaron hated his job. Every morning, he suited up and clocked in, one day after another. Entering data into spreadsheets each week was more than monotonous, but he continued staring into his monitor and getting the work done.

He had nothing to show for all the hours he put in. Aaron honestly had no idea why he continued to work in this boring office. This place has made him miserable for years.

Like always, he sat at his desk, crunching numbers until 5:00 rolled around. Noticing the time, his coworkers began quietly rising to file out for the weekend.

Aaron stayed put. Earlier in the day, his boss had asked him to work late.

He hated when his employer did this. Once or twice a week, the boss would keep him in the office for no reason at all. He couldn't remember if these late nights were ever productive.

He couldn't remember much at all about these nights.

Still he sat at his desk waiting for his boss while impatiently checking the time. Aaron wanted to finish up and leave so he could hit the bar.

"How's my favorite employee?" his employer cackled, approaching his desk.

Aaron didn't bother responding. He was fed up, and hated the idea of spending another minute in the office.

"Look, I doubt there's anything I can get done tonight," Aaron sighed.

"Of course there's plenty to do!" the portly man cried back, "I figured you'd love the extra time."

"It's Friday. I just want to duck out," Aaron groaned tersely, collecting his briefcase and standing to leave.

"Oh come on," his boss grinned, "I know how you like to keep...busy."

That word made Aaron's eyes slightly glaze over. He placed his things back down.

"I have a lot of work I need you to get done tonight," his boss went on, "You do like to keep busy, right?"

Aaron's head emptied a bit more, "I do like to keep busy."

"So you'd love the opportunity to stay busy working tonight, then?"

"Yes," Aaron didn't hesitate to reply, already forgetting about his buddies at the bar. The only thought in his head was a subconscious need to get back to work.

"Perfect, Carlos has been slacking off, and we're a bit behind on his work," his boss explained.

"Carlos? The janitor?"

Aaron's employer had already thrown a fat arm over his shoulder, jerkily guiding him down the hall and stopping in front of the maintenance closet.

"Yup, he always cleaned the place on Friday. You don't mind filling in do you?"

"No," Aaron instantly answered, and he realized it was true. He was happy to pick up the slack for Carlos.

"Well, go ahead and get the stuff on. You've got to look the part if you're going to keep busy all night."

Aaron opened the closet and found Carlos' work clothes amid the cleaning the supplies. He didn't hesitate to pull off his own tie and slacks.

The employee's only thought was of staying busy at work. He didn't mind how menial the labor was. He didn't even mind that the janitor's work clothes smelled of body odor.

After slipping the unwashed coveralls on, Aaron turned back to his boss as the man listed off all the tasks he would keep busy with tonight.

"...empty everyone's trash, clean out the kitchen, mop the hallways of course, and definitely clean the restrooms. There's definitely several clogged toilets that will keep you busy..."

With each new task added, Aaron's smile broadened as he thought of how much work he had in front of him; how busy his night was becoming. It was the only thing he could think about.

Aaron's boss discovered long ago that his laziest employee was extremely susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. After just a few trances, Aaron had been implanted with a newfound drive to keep busy at work for his boss.

Knowing his entranced employee would toil the rest of the night away, Aaron's employer strode out of the office and left him there to lock the place up when he was done.

Excited and absolutely clueless to his manipulation, Aaron collected all the cleaning supplies he could carry and brought it out into the silent office floor. Aaron surveyed the work in front of him.

He would definitely be staying up late this Friday night.

A dumb smile crept on his face. He couldn't help but feel grateful for all the work his boss had given him. That mindless grin remained as he got to work, handling the supplies and chemicals with ease. It was like he had done it hundreds of times before.

Little did he know that Carlos had quit many years ago. The boss had been using Aaron as the weekly night janitor ever since.

[stars-n-spice]

Clone OCs: Dawn Company

I made these guys waaay back in March (?) of last year and for some reason never posted them here-

Randomly I decided to go back to them because I think I stopped working on them simply because I couldn't decide on a name for the group/color scheme but I got ideas and the time/motivation to digitalize my initial doodles, so introducing Dawn Company!

Dawn company specializes in relief missions and refugee relocation, so they typically don't see a lot of action. Doesn't mean they aren't prepared to handle the worst though! Debating whether or not they're part of the 187th (hence the purple), but we shall see.

Check out Dusk Company as well!

Closeups and brief Introductions under the cut!

Commander Prince:

- He's a little stuck up so of course he's named something pretentious

- Always trying to one up other Commanders (he's not very liked but he could care less) - 8W7 on Enneagram

- Nobody tell anyone he has a soft spot

- Constantly stressed by his need to perform and outdo others (hence why he's already graying)

- People who don't know him will probably think he's annoying as hell but once you get close to him, he's actually not that bad

- High maintenance clone so he doesn't mind being in charge of relief missions and what not

Tailbone:

- Earned his name after shattering his tailbone when he ran backward into a parked gunship (has never lived it down)

- You can call him 'TB' for short or 'T-Bone'

- 2w1 on Enneagram

- Big old sweetheart though

- Their strategist and resident babysitter because he's good with kids (as much as he doesn't want to admit it)

Kes + Spice:

- Kes just thought the name was cool (maybe it's short for 'Kessel' idk)

- Spice is sugar and spice and everything nice, so it's a fitting name for him (does he do the drug? who knows.)

- Kes is a 1W2 on the Enneagram

- Spice is a 7W6 on the Enneagram

- Spice is always trying to get Kes to lighten up a little since Kes tends to take things a little too seriously

- Kes just wants to sleep and get missions done

- Yes, Kes is already graying (Spice has offered to dye it, Kes refuses)

- Spice is their sharpshooter

ARC Trooper Spider:

- Got his name/scars from a spider droid

- Is partially blind in the left eye

- Dyes hair that color

- 2W3 on the Enneagram

- A cool older vod kind of guy, he's someone you can and want to look up to

- Will call you out on your bullshit though

- You don't want to get on his bad side, he'll make your life a living hell if you do

Otto:

- Name is loosely inspired by 'octopus' because he tends to multitask

- Their "technical" guy

- 5W6 on the Enneagram

- Can and will talk your ear off if you let him (about anything and everything)

- Super organized and will go a little crazy when his brothers mess up his things or leave stuff lying around the barracks

- Voice of reason (hardly anyone listens to him though)

Yara + Mav:

- Yara is a medic and is named after a plant

- Mav is a pilot; his name is short for "Maverick"

- Yara once saved Mav's life and now Mav feels indebted to him (even though Yara insists he was just doing his job and wishes Mav would just leave him alone)

- Yara is a 2W1 on the Enneagram

- Mav is a 7W8 on the Enneagram

- Mav would kin Lightning McQueen probably

- Got both of their scars in the same accident; Mav from blaster shots and Yara from a vibroknife

Medbay:

- Got his name because he spends a lot of time in the medbay

- Has the worst luck (but it somehow still alive??) and is very accident prone

- 6W7 on the Enneagram

- High pain tolerance thankfully

- A little bit of a nervous wreck but he's doing his best

- Honestly could be a medic himself with how much time he spends in the medbay watching stuff being performed on him

- Big sweetheart though and cares a lot for his brothers

[elvenbeard]

Today's modding shenanigans!

Today I wanted to test out ACM a bit :D I think I'd most enjoy using it as an additional tool for making custom outfits and seeing how different item appearances work together, less as my primary tool to creating custom outfits as such (also, it is a bit buggy for me and I can't seem to export appearances reliably for some reason).

Since you can alter custom appearances with it too, though, you could definitely mod one "base outfit" and then change the colors spontaneously for a different vibe (for example, I could make an apperance for Kerry wearing one t-shirt and then change the shirt decal or color on the fly in game without cluttering his .app file with a dozen different appearances that are virtually the same just different colors!). Wondering though if there exists a resource that lists every item's appearance names (cause some are super specific and hard to guess, like... instead of "black" or "smiley-face" you have appearances like "6th street" or "black_capsules") for this purpose... and if not, I'll probably make one just because I would find it useful to have xD

Also, ACM is really neat for taking off Kerry's jewelry on the fly for certain pics XD Or changing nail colors and things like that! In all these regards this is a super useful resource as is already, but I'm excited where the mod makers will take it :D (also... random sidenote, but can we talk about Dante for a moment? I'm a little bit in love, and I need his shirt not only for Kerry but also for Vince XD).

Then some silly behind the scenes stuff xDD @netcess said that Reed really needs a party outfit with a cool hat, so I put something quick and simple together for her and... I wanted to take a pic and as I went into Photomode, Vince spawned straight across from Reed and looked so disappointed at him partying without him when so many pressing issues are at hand XD Just really fun little moment I wanted to capture, intensified by facepalm XD

Honestly he rocks it XD Might make a recolor to fit his suit when the mood strikes xD

And finally: who wore it better? XD

(giggling and kicking my feet at how his hair and beard match now :3)

No but I actually tried my hand at editing this hair mesh for Kerry, cause it was clipping a bit here and there! This is done super quick and dirty like... In theory I know I could export his headmesh and then fit it exactly to that, but for now this aint so bad already actually! :D No more clipping into the side of his head and the hairline in the front looks better. I left out Johnny's hair cap and all that because I wanted to go for a really really short, very freshly shaved look for this like...

Something he would've done at the end of his tour right before coming back to Night City. Keeping the long hair consistent for all concerts. And as I said, I 100% get why he has that look, like... It has old, seasoned rocker vibes, it's so much less clean and more himself than his 2077-appearance like... natural hair color, not styled at all, embracing himself again with the whole "I'm gonna name my next album "Kerry Eurodyne" and go back to my roots thing, he looks like he just came off stage, sweaty and tousled, so... yes!! I do love it for all those reasons, but idk... I feel like, it's also at the same time something low maintenance that he doesn't have to pay a lot of mind to, escaping into his music and career after apparently losing V. And I think with the tour over and with getting V back so unexpectedly, he'd change things up a bit again. It's a concert/tour look for me. And this style is also low maintenance, while still Kerry, still rebellious, but a little more cleaned-up, in control of his life, if that makes sense?

@pinkyjulien sorry for stealing your tags from my other post, but you put it into words so well, on point!!

Especially your last point, cutting/shaving your hair to mark a new beginning is 100% such a thing he'd do!! So yeah, I think I'll stick with this for his two-years-plus-four-months-later look xD

[shdo-xplosion]

Hi Dove! The event is so cute 😊 welcome to Tumblr babes we're glad to have you here.

I'd like to do scenes from a witch hat 👀 if I may have Bakugou, in case you don't want any repeat characters I'd love to see Nagi

I couldn't pick between 13 or 7 so which ever calls to you!

🖤🐈‍⬛🩷

hi, thank you! i appreciate the warm welcome ♡

since i have a few bakugou asks already, i think i’m gonna write for nagi on this one. (◠ω◠✿) plus the prompt fits well because it is…

💛 13. SLEEPOVER • s. nagi

no warnings, just cuteness

It happens quite often that Nagi falls asleep in one place and wakes up somewhere else. He could swear he just barely let his eyes rest shut at the restaurant, wasn’t even planning on taking a nap, but now he’s blinking himself awake in an only slightly familiar room.

Sitting up, Nagi rubs bleary eyes with the palms of his hands then glances around. Yeah, he knows this apartment, knows it’s yours, and feels his sleepy heart start to beat just a little harder at the thought.

Where are you? And where’s Reo? Surely he’s gotta be somewhere nearby, wouldn’t just dump Nagi at his crush’s house like some kind of stupid wingman.

Actually, yes he would. Reo’s whole thing is keeping Nagi happy, so yeah, he absolutely would do something like this on purpose.

“Oh, hey, you’re awake,” he hears you say as you glide into your living room. “There’s some soup on the stove if you want some. It’s raining outside so I thought something warm would be nice.”

Right. The rain. Nagi remember it tapping on the window of the café. That’s what made him shut his eyes. He can still hear it now, pattering against your apartment building, and almost immediately he feels drowsy again.

“Thanks,” Nagi mumbles. “S’Reo here?”

You shake your head. “He went to play soccer with some friends.”

“But… rain.”

You shrug your shoulders where you now sit perched on the arm of the couch. “He seemed especially excited about that. Said mud makes it more fun.”

Nagi wrinkles his nose. No wonder Reo left him behind. He knew there was no way he would have been able to convince Nagi to play with him.

“He should be done soon. It’s getting pretty late,” you hum. Nagi checks his phone and finds a message from Reo—a selfie—of his friend splattered with mud and the caption ‘no idea what you’re missing!’. He also sees that it’s nearly ten o’clock.

“Dang. Guess I should head home then.”

“You don’t have to,” you say quickly, and when Nagi looks at you, he sees a hopeful glimmer in your eyes. “I mean, I don’t mind the company. Plus, it’s so gross outside. Just… stay the night.”

His heart picks up its pace again, reminding Nagi of the way he always has to push himself during soccer matches. Just a little harder, a little faster, it’ll be worth it. The goal is in sight.

Is it with you, though? Is tonight a pivotal point between you and Nagi? There’s been what he thinks might be flirting—sly glances, badly hidden smiles, cute giggles—but it could all just be normal friendly behavior. Reo has tried to tell him time and time again that ‘bro, she has a thing for you, just make a move!’ but Nagi has never been the proactive type, and honestly he’s just kind of scared to ruin anything. What he has with you now is good. It’s easy. It’s low maintenance friendship.

But like… he also wouldn’t mind being able to hold your hand and kiss the tip of your nose so… a sleepover, huh?

He wonders what it’ll entail. As he slurps the warm, homey soup, a million cliché possibilities run through his mind.

Movies? Boring. Pillow fights? Exhausting. Are you about to give him a makeover? Wasteful. Makeup is expensive.

No. It turns out sleepovers are way more fun now than Nagi remembers. Or they are with you.

Instead of rom-coms and eyeshadow, he spends his night with you wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, the weight of you against his chest soothing him in and out of sleep. It’s definitely something he could get used to. Even if in the future you do decide to test out shades of blush on him or chuck pillows at his head, Nagi doesn’t think he’ll care as long as the night still ends up like this.

event masterlist ✿

[subby9411]

“Tonight you will act like the submissive you are, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

Since I last dominated Sir. He has cuffed me a couple times with just cuffs and nothing else. Until the last time before tonight is when he fucked me hard, with pleasure. He was so gentle when he cuffed me. I wore my white canvas keds and my hot pink sweat pants. He handcuffed me behind my back at medium tightness and honestly I was not prepared. I know that’s not what you want to hear right now. But it was almost dual. Yeah he fucked me hard because I’m shallow. But I wasn’t fully turned on.

When he finished fucking me I left and that was the last time I spoke to him. But tonight I’m in trouble because apparently I have an attitude.

You know me, always a brat 😈.

I don’t know what he has planned tonight besides shackles, which we know are my least favorite.

“Wear a skirt, and your white keds”

“Yea sir”

“Get here at 8pm”

“Yes sir”

Well I did not get there at 8pm and because of this I was in more trouble.

When I arrive I walk to the basement door. The path is no longer muddy because some maintenance was done and there’s a stone walk way now. This is very nice, my keds won’t get muddy anymore! I stand at the sliding doors with my hands above my head waiting for him to open the door as I face the other direction.

“Step back towards me”

He handcuffed me tightly behind my back. And then he guided me into the house and closed the door. He changed my keds one at a time. He put all black canvas keds on my feet. Then he guided me to the room where He put a thick bite gag in my mouth strapping it to my head like a collar.

He instantly bent me over the side of a seat, pulled up my skirt, and lube my ass up. That’s when he inserted a butt plug. I’m not sure how big it was, all I know is the air left my body as he was pushing it in.

He fixed my skirt and then pulled me standing straight up and then pushed me into the seat to sit for a moment of reflection. He put shackles around my ankles at medium tightness. He left the room and all i could think about was if he was going to give me shackle punishment. The whole reason for being punished is for having an attitude. I mean I’ve been on my period so the whole attitude was without intentions.

Shortly after he leaves, He walks back in the room again and he has this aura about him. Like he’s playing a game.

“Are you enjoying yourself”

I really feel like he has a camera in this room. I seen a red light when the lights were out but who knows.

“Yes sir” I try to reply with the bite gag in my mouth.

I feel like I look so silly right now and the way I sound when trying to talk. I mean if you’re gonna ask questions Atleast take the gag off.

“Stand up”

He walks over and instantly puts his hands around my torso. I stand up just to feel the shackles tightening. That’s when he leaned down and made them tighter.

“Spread your legs and tighten the chain”

I do as he says and he then leaves the room and comes back with another pair of keds. He helps me to sit down. And he tries to put a smaller sized pair of keds on my feet and they do eventually fit me. I’m not sure what the pattern is because we are in the dark.

“Stand up” he says sternly.

When I get to my feet the shackles are tight I am slightly leaning forward to keep my balance with my hands cuffed behind my back.

“You do not make any noises you are to bite down on that thing do you understand”

“Yes sir”

“Do you understand!” He says as he steps on the chain.

“Yes sir!” I have to push the gag out of my mouth to answer.

The chain being stepped on made my ankles feel like they were being stabbed. These shackles are the only thing that really makes me anxious when coming to meet sir. I cannot stand them. I don’t always disobey him but the smallest things I do because of life inconveniences causes punishments.

He finally removes the buttplug and then steps on the chain one more time to remind me that he is always in control no matter what. I don’t need reminding though. I already know, and I’ll never forget.

He walks me to have a seat. He removes the shackles and he puts my white canvas keds back on my feet. He stands me up still cuffed behind my back and he pulls the cuffs hard so my back is pinned against him as his mouth is near my neck.

“When I tell you to be here on time, you’re gonna come on time correct?”

“Yes sir” I say with a hoarse voice after being gagged.

“You’re going to obey me from now on correct?”

“Yes sir” I say.

“You will stand here outside the door with your hands on your head. When your phone vibrates you may leave, understand?”

“Yes sir” I reply lowly.

As soon as my phone goes off I storm out the huge gates to my car. I have tears stained on my eyes and cheeks. I am ready to go home to shower.

[the-fiction-witch]

I'm Employed

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Concept Assistant

I sat working away on this damn report on my third cup of coffee since getting home when the apartment door opened to a very happy Thomas.

"How'd it go?" I asked as he dumped his stuff and went for a beer from the fridge 

"First place was a bust he wanted five years customer service experience, second was a flop I needed first aid training"

"That's not hard to do Thomas"

"Next two where big no's apparently I didn't have qualifications" 

"So you wasted your whole day at hat bus fair I lent you" I sighed 

"AHH ah ah. Don't be so negative."

"Kinda hard when your four months behind in rent, don't have any prospects and just fucked four job interviews"

"I had five today" he says sitting at the table with me smiling widely

"And How'd the fifth go?"

"I'm employed. I start tomorrow"

"..... What the hell did you do beg?"

"No, I was just what she was looking for"

"She?"

"Y/n y/l/n, she wanted an assistant"

"An assistant? Even though you have no business training. No secretary experience. No reception experience. No admin or administration work ever in your life. The computer knowledge of a young bommer and the inability to remember papersizes?'

"Yes."

"And you were hired?"

"Yes"

"...are you sure because you're not great and picking up sarcasm Thomas?"  

He grabbed a folded bit of paper from his pocket and it was true he had a job "... I'm so confused how the hell you did this"

"I'll be honest I'm not sure how I did either but I'm not questioning it"

"Company's to big to be a scam. And doing too well to be trying to pin shit on you. It might be a cult?'

"No I'm good at picking up cult vibes"

".... You almost joined a cult last year"

"Yeah and now I know the signs" he says "I think she might have hired me because I'm cute?"

"Really?"

"She did ask me to pick up pencils alot. And turned the heat way up so I'd take my jacket off. And now im thinking about it I'm not confident that was a spider on my thigh?'

"...and that's sexual harassment" 

"Not if I'm into it"

"Are you into it?"

"She was wearing pencil skirt."

"Thomas. You need a job. For just ten whole minutes could you not think with your dick,"

"I have a job. I get paid on Friday and my dick is very happy"

"I can't believe I have to tell you this but don't fuck your boss"

I only got more and more worried about Thomas, he's my best mate but… he's not the brightest. And not the best and picking up social cues. Especially romantic ones, I can't even count the amount of times people have very obviously hit on him and it goes over his dumb blonde head like a rabbit on a pair of skiis, he comes home and explains his day and I honestly have to sit there and question how he isn't picking up that this boss of his is clearly into him, clearly hitting in him, and honestly sexualy harrasing and even exploting him a little and still he hadn't even picked up on it. So on my lunch break I decided to get him some lunch and pay his office a visit, I got our stuff and headed up having a little bit of a time to find the office but I found the small room eventually with a door to another office beside it 

"Hi jack" he smiled

"Hi… what uhh what is happening here?" I asked looking at the general state of his office

"Ohh y/n said she didn't want to bother the maintenance guys with her broken spare chair, so I said I'd fix it for her" he explained working on fixing the small office chair meaning of course he had to roll his sleeves up and often be bent over or in strange positions as he worked and it was then I noticed the glass wall between the door and the other office the blind quickly closing as I looked at it 

"That her office?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay" I sighed honestly kinda surprised he hadn't picked up that she clearly made him to this so she could watch him out her window 

"How much work have you actually done today?" 

"Uhhhhh… I forwarded an email this morning"

"How's it going?" A voice spoke up I looked and saw the door open and immediately I understood

"Almost done y/n" he smiled 

"Hummm my handy boy" she Cooes stroking acrobat his shoulders as she checked his work "meeting in ten, bring the coffee cutie" she smiled before quite obviously slapping his butt and heading back into her office I glanced at her as she walked away and noticed him looking too before the door shut 

"Did she actually just call you cutie?"

"It's a joke, she always says that when she asks for coffee"

"She slapped your ass"

"Yeah, that's how she tells me I'm doing a good job" he says 

"Why are you okay with this? You know this is weird right?"

"I'm not an idiot jack I know this isn't how a typical office works. But… I'm fine with it"

"Why?"

"I'm getting paid to wear tight suit pants and get constantly complimented."

"You have a point"

"Plus… pencil skirts and stockings."

"What is your weird obsession with good legs?"

"You have your kinks I have mine, I like an authoritative woman with good legs sue me. And currently I am getting paid to do literally nothing for an authoritative woman with good legs all I have to do is look cute and bring her coffee"

"Yeah but this is a job a real job not some werid porno or fanfic, how are you ever going to explain to anyone job that you basically worked as a soft core pet boy for some business woman"

"Cutie coffee!" She called from her office 

"Jack just stay out of my business" 

[ahappybeginning]

Hi 😊

I know I’ve been terrible at keeping up with this blog. In all honesty, my post-surgery requirements have been a bit of a full time job in making sure I’m keeping up with everything and working to find a routine that works for me with everything else in my life (which admittedly isn’t all that much, but I get overwhelmed easily and on occasion I do like going out and doing things lol). So I’ve kind of let this blog take a backseat while I set myself up for what is going to be the rest of my life.

But I felt I needed to post something here today, because this is the 1 year anniversary of when I first met my bariatric surgeon, and I officially began my weight loss journey that has been not only life-changing, but lifesaving.

In the past year, I’ve managed to find a peace and determination in myself that I didn’t know I had, at least not for myself. I can be very driven by external forces, but I’ve never been able to view myself as worthy enough to harness that drive for my own health and happiness. I don’t even know how I got to the point that I am now, except that I think I was faced with the real alternative as being death, and that jumpstarted something inside me that I now know was there all along, it was just very deeply buried under a lifetime’s worth of being told I didn’t deserve to be happy because of my weight. That my mere existence was offensive to people, that I took up too much space. I spent my entire life making myself as small as I could on the inside to make up for how big I was on the outside.

But I’m done with that now. I’ve found my power, I know my worth, and I’m no longer willing to compromise them for those who haven’t found theirs. I lead with compassion and empathy as I always have, but now I’m ready to fight for my life and my right to not only exist, but to thrive.

Which is exactly what I’m doing. In 12 months, I’ve lost 182 lbs, I’m down 5 sizes in clothing, and I’m physically and mentally in the best shape of my adult life. I’m crushing every goal I set, and embracing the challenges that come along the way with as much patience and grace as I can.

It’s not easy, this is actually the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve fought HARD this past year and had to navigate several setbacks and some unexpected (along with a few expected) complications to my overall health and physical appearance. But giving up is no longer my first instinct like it once was. In fact, it’s not even an option at all. I can’t reverse what I’ve done, nor do I have any desire to. And yes, regain is always a real possibility and fear in the long term, but I’m not letting that keep me from pushing forward and trying to reach my true goals. I’ve now lost more weight than I ultimately hope to end up being when I get to “maintenance mode”, which is a huge mindfuck but in the most unbelievably amazing way. I’ve lost an entire human, and an overweight one at that! The amount of pride I feel for my accomplishments is still a little foreign and a LOT overwhelming, but I am looking forward to when it’ll just feel natural, as I very much believe it will.

I know I probably sound like a cheesy motivational speaker or something, lol. But it’s honestly how I feel. I still have days when everything is hard and feels impossible or I just want to sleep and not worry about exercise or taking vitamins or getting enough fluid or eating a ton of protein. But I fight through it, and it’s giving me so many more reasons to be grateful than to complain. This journey is NOT for the weak, and I’m incredibly proud to have come so far already, and I’m excited to see what the next year, 5 years, 10 years…the rest of my life, will look like. ✨❤️✨

[sparklymilks]

oooughhh v sad!!

cw for below inc. weight lost in numbers, general ED nonsense, ... idk it's just gonna be a slightly bleak post i fear. general reminder that this is MY PERSONAL BLOG + not to be taken as some kind of.. well, anything really, except as a place for me to get my thought out some of which are obviouly unacceptable to polite society and/or the kind of society i actually want to live in also to the "pro-ana" blogs who keep finding my blog: fuck off, im not interested, best case scenario you'll look back in 10y and be embarrassed, worst case scenario - we dont rly need to go there

what a waste of my life the last yr was like genuinely i lost 80lbs (i gained A Lot in covid lockdown) + still cant look at 90% of my own wedding pics without feeling overwhelmed with horror + disgust omg. literally the exact scenario i was trying to avoid and it still happened lol :) and people keep uploading more + more pics + i keep feeling like i have to look at them bc. its literally my wedding lol :) i will say i like some of the pics so that's better than liking 0 of them but the majority of them im just so horrified by

i feel like

i failed at self-acceptance - obviously

i failed at losing enough weight as well!!! lol!?!? worst of both worlds!!!

idek what to do with my ED now bc i was like really focussed on the wedding + now it's over i thought id feel like: ok its done now :) and then just sort of like magically transition into a ~weight maintenance phase~ but honestly i think i just look so shit that i feel like staying at this weight is a shit idea. but then im so tired of restricting food bc it's been like nearly a year of it and im just like. ok i give up lol. i know as well as you all do that ill never be happy w/ the Final Result but i could be happiER??? (this kind of mental back and forth has actually resutled in weight maintenance ftr lol)

also everyone getting to know ben + immediately preferring him to me is like such a fucking downer (yes i know this is the most petty immature way to feel yes yes im right there w/ u) im just v tiresome and boring i fear lol

[the-void-writes]

Hey 🤗. 10 for the kissing prompts?

Hey, thank you so much! This one was really fun, and it gave me some new ideas for buildings and stuff 💖

Freaks Of Preston - Just The Two Of Us - Jason and Rio

Ves Corp occupied a fairly big chunk of land in Preston’s forest. When Jason first started working, he thought it looked like a college campus. Besides the main building, there was a greenhouse, a hangar for company vehicles, and separate buildings for the medical center and living quarters. Walking between buildings was fine, but Vesely had insisted on installing a monorail system for convenience. It would have been an amazing idea, if he had just overseen any portion of the construction.

The train was currently stuck in a tunnel between the emergency center and the training labs, a good few feet underground. A power surge had shut the track down, along with all inside lights. Thankfully, the emergency lights had kicked in, bathing everything in a deep and dark red. It wasn’t enough to see everything in detail, but it was better than a numb, pitch-black abyss.

Jason reached for Rio’s hand, grateful that no one else had boarded their car. Rio squeezed it in return.

“Money well spent,” he said with a pitiful laugh.

Jason pinched his fingers together. “I’m this close to dragging Gabe down here so someone will actually be bothered to fix this nightmare of a train system.”

Rio hummed to himself. “Well, at least we get to wait it out together.”

“Yes, I’m sure this is so pleasant. The two of us, stuck in a brick hole that could collapse at any minute.”

Jason held himself tightly, trying not to look at the dark walls or the low ceiling overhead. He wouldn’t normally consider himself claustrophobic, but the atmosphere of the monorail and the darkness was suffocating. It made him nauseous.

“Hey,” Rio said, bringing Jason’s head to his shoulder, “it’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

Jason smiled shyly. “You know, the maintenance team could easily see us like this.”

“Maintenance isn’t gonna say shit, if they know what’s good for them.”

“I thought you cared about your image.”

Rio looked away, mumbling into his shoulder. “I care about you more.”

He tensed up as Jason held his cheek, rubbing his thumb along the scruff of his jaw. The red lights made his eyes look like deep wells of wine. Jason kept staring at his lips, so close and so warm. He couldn’t do it, not in public… but every part of him ached for it.

“Jay,” Rio whispered as he leaned closer, clearly not thinking about being caught.

Jason closed the distance between them, gently at first, before pulling Rio against his chest. His hands itched to start undoing buttons and ties. Then, not even a second later, a deep buzz ran through the tunnel, and Jason pushed himself back into his seat as the lights came on.

The train started moving again like nothing had gone wrong. Rio still sat awkwardly, half stunned and half overwhelmed with desire for more.

“The one time I don’t want the damn car to work,” he said.

Jason laughed. “It’s better this way, honestly.”

“How?”

“Once I’m done with my work, you can have my full attention, with no interruptions or people to watch for. Just the two of us.” He winked. “If you can wait that long, of course.”

Rio laughed under his breath. “Oh god, I can try.”

The train came to a stop, and the doors slid open. Rio quickly straightened himself back out as Jason walked past him. He trailed his hand teasingly across Rio’s shoulder, delighted by how he leaned into his touch.

“Then I’ll see you soon,” Jason said.

[halomancer]

I honestly feel a lot of these concerns could be effectively addressed by simply… having a polite conversation with your neighbors. There are a LOT of plants that could potentially be harmful (pollen exacerbating allergies, climbing vines harming trees and electrical equipment, toxic plants where children or dogs can access them, don’t even get me STARTED on how nightmarish a poorly-planned tree can be in suburbia). But crucially, these issues are hypersituational. What can be a problem plant in one yard can be perfectly benign just a few houses over, not to MENTION a few hundred miles over.

The Right to Garden must and will be paired with increased community. People aren’t planting English ivy for the sake of being dicks, they’re planting it because they have not been exposed to accurate, nuanced gardening information. A neo-HOA won’t solve this issue, just impose a new set of rules that residents may find just as confusing and arbitrary as the old ways.

Case in point: my mom recently moved to a neighborhood where the HOA stipulates most landscaping must be done with native plants. A very well-intentioned guideline, and one I’m generally happy with!

The development is recent enough that the endemic flora is still trying to peek through the lawns, and most of these rich idiots are tearing them out! These gorgeous, hardy and completely free thimbleberries, black raspberries, Labrador tea, wild rose— out and replaced with sickly nursery plants that, while ostensibly “native”, are completely unprepared for the microbiome and thus require all the water and pesticides of a non-native ornamental.

The residents aren’t upset they have to plant native species, but they’re still operating under the classic idea of what landscaping “should” be. They follow the letter but not the spirit of the rules. Creating stricter rules will not solve this problem, because they do not know why those rules exist.

I’m working with my mom (who’s now in a program to become a naturalist! Yippee!) to encourage the native ecosystems already on her property. I gave her lily and camas seeds I collected a mile from her house, with hopes they can establish a population there. I show her which sprouts are native volunteers and which are invasive, and which are non-native but really won’t hurt anyone. And in turn, she helps educate her neighbors on what effective landscaping really looks like.

At least here in America, there’s such a heavy weight of hyper-individualism that makes this community building feel really daunting. It’s fucking scary to approach a neighbor and (essentially) say they’re doing something wrong with how they run their home. But those connections are essential to long-lasting and truly effective change. And I truly think gardening is a great way to do it. Lead by example— have a beautiful and low-maintenance rain garden, gift people your crops.

And if there’s an issue, just… talk to them. “I see you’re landscaping in the area around our shared fence! I’m not sure if you’ve picked out plants yet, but if you haven’t, I’d really appreciate if you could look at non-toxic species. My dog and kids play back there and it would be a huge weight off my shoulders. There’s a lot of good options— I can give you a list if you’d like!” or “I see you just planted an herb garden, it looks great! I’m not sure if you’ve grown mint before, but it grows like CRAZY so you might want to keep it in a pot. It’ll be way easier when you want to sell your house” or “Is that wisteria? I had that at my old home— super pretty flowers, but it gets really heavy and actually damaged our gutters and siding”. Direct, specific communication is key.

And yes, sometimes they will ignore you, or get defensive. But most people are acting out of ignorance, not spite, and many will very happily change their ways if you calmly explain the issue (and especially if you offer to help them solve said issue in some way). And if you politely bring it up and they are a dick— congratulations, you now have potent ammunition in any legal case against them. You warned them and they did not listen.

My mom’s property is a work in progress. Her wildflower meadow is filled with tansy ragwort and Himalayan blackberries. She still removes every thistle she finds, unsure if it’s native or not. Soon, the vacant lot below it will have a brand-new house, disturbing the soil even more, the sound of construction scaring away the quail family that made itself at home in the meadow. And a new family of rich idiots will move in and look at the brush in the backyard with disguise and confusion and incomprehension.

And my mother and I will be there to greet them, with a wild berry pie in one hand and a jar of seeds in the other. They will be our friends. They will learn.

in my opinion it is essential to make a "right to garden" law that means no one can stop you from growing whatever you want in your yard.

I think it should even apply to renters so a landlord is required to allow you to have a garden

And I think this can become a reality

[foxgloveinspace]

pasted from my notes app:

okay i am compiling all my thoughts in a note as i watch lmao

1. love the dog. he’s adorable

2. journey!!!! separate ways- what a good fuckin song

3. now eurythmics?! this movie has a killer soundtrack. i did a jazz routine to sweet dreams once upon a time. it was so fun lol

4. the weird white robot-y ladies are giving me hardcore like, austin powers vibes lmao

5. hahahaaaaa mr orange guy… i like his helmet

6. oooooh there’s multiple orange guys. they both have cool masks/helmets. something about being unable to see the face and yet totally understand the emotion fuuuuuucks me up

7. omg this is going to get long i’m so sorry i’m like a quarter through the movie 😅

8. very good fight scene choreo, that always makes or breaks a show for me. poor choreo is painful to watch, but this is good! i like

9. umm. I’m guessing dad is the bad guy. he’s kinda shady lmao (oooooooh it’s a dad clone. love clones. they always throw wrenches in plans)

10. lmaoooooo dad so disappointed sam only has a dog and no gf 😭

11. haha is that a daft punk cameo? not my cup of tea in terms of music but that’s pretty neat

12. OH MY GOD MICHAEL SHEEN I LOVE HIM. he plays the most insane characters- and also the sweetest (aziraphale in good omens 🥺)

13. okay ngl i keep hearing “rinzler” and thinking of the rizzler and i can’t stop laughing about it 😂

14. LMAO HE JUST BONKED THE DUDE. i love percussive maintenance, that’s how i fix my car

15. oooooh i love a good “i was a good guy before i was evil and i remember” moment. Good shit

that was really good! i honestly didn’t remember any of it from whenever i watched it but that was dope. i can definitely see how you’re so invested in the story! now i’m pumped for your fic whenever it comes out 😂🥰

Answering all of your notes.... under a readmore so this isn't too too long, haha

1). Yes!!! Marv is so cute!!

2). I love that song so much.

3). yes!! the sound track is really good, but you won't find those two songs on it haha.

4).I've never seen that movie, so I'll take your word for it, haha. They are really interesting and I am intrigued by them lore wise, sad we don't get more about them in the movie (idk if theres more in the tv show? I haven't watch it yet cause it got canceled and ended on a clif hanger, but I should).

5/6. yes!! orange guys!! I love all of their designs, except for Jarvis (Clu's assistant), I know they where going for like.... hes weird and kinda cringe, but they could have done his design way better.

7. No worries!!

8. yes! the fights are good, and I think even tho Sam is like, a newbie to it, it still feels realistic? like the guy base jumps, I feel like him knowing how to fight is reasonable.

9. yeah that whole scene is so?? trippy haha. (I now, of course, only watch Rinzler doing his thing in the background when I watch this scene haha)

10. YESSSS ugh, I feel like he's more so disapointed that Sam isn't giving him much to go off of?? to Sam this is still the guy that abanonded him, but to Kevin this is his kid that he hasn't seen in so freaking long (time works differently on the grid, not to get super into it, but one year our time is 50 years grid time. So Kevin has been on the Grid for over 1k years.)

11. DAFT PUNK DOES THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK hahaha. Sorry, they are my og masked band and I still love them so much <3 (Legit I've only been listening to sleep token and daft punk for the majority this month). So all the music in the movie? was them, and that's why they where in it! really cool to me haha.

12.YES!!! he's such a good actor, shape shiftier I swear. His design is so cool, and I like Zeus as a villain. He's so interesting and I want to know morrrre. But we'll never get it oof.

13. LMAO

14.Yes, Kevin bonking that guy is so freaking funny. I feel bad for the program, but like. i love that scene. It's such a callback to the first movie, when Kevin was a cocky little shit, and I love it so much.

15. Tron in that scene breaks my heart.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!! Like, I just.... legitimately can't express how excited I am that you liked it??

and yes... my fic..... I was working on it when I got your ask.... Rinzler and Sam are interacting... and I am... LIVING. HAHA. So little has happened it feels like, and yet... 18k... whooooo boy. I wouldn't be surprised if this ends up being my longest fic ever oof.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 13b

*Warning Adult Content*

Possession - Part 2

After they head back to Knox's bedroom and shower, separately, they get dressed in fresh clothes, grab a bite to eat in the kitchen and then Knox finally takes Everett outside to show him his favorite spot by the river.

They walk and talk about everything and nothing, time passing by quickly as they get lost in one another.

Something that's been happening frequently.

"Wow. It's crazy beautiful out here during this time of the evening," Everett remarks. "I bet it's terrifying at night, though. All these big freaking trees everywhere. Hell no. I'm glad I never tried to run away because my dumbass would've immediately gotten lost out here."

Knox chuckles, glancing out at the river coming into view.

"I know this place like the back of my hand. I'd have found you and dragged you back to where you belong."

"And where might that be?" Everett asks, teasingly.

"Wherever I'm at, obviously," Knox smirks.

"Come on. We aren't that far away now."

The clubhouse sits at the front of the fifty-acre property owned by Gavin.

Massive trees cover most of it, including the perimeter and near the south end is where the river passes through.

The path that Everett and Knox walk hasn't always been around but Knox has since kept maintenance up on the area to prevent it from being taken over by weeds and other debris.

Contrary to what Everett believes, Knox finds that it's most peaceful out here at night.

"This is it."

Knox leads them into a small, secluded section where the grass fades into dirt and rocks.

A perfect spot to settle into if one enjoyed fishing.

"This is where I come to clear my head when the demons start to get too loud," he speaks quietly, so low that Everett almost misses it. "It ain't much but it's mine. Brings me peace, if only temporarily."

"I love it. I think it's absolutely gorgeous."

Everett sits next to Knox on the ground, his eyes scanning and memorizing the area.

Across the river are more trees, presumably the ending of somebody else's property.

"The sound of the river and all the insects chirping around us..."

Everett closes his eyes for a few seconds, soaking up the sun's warmth.

"God, I bet I could take a killer nap out here."

Knox laughs.

"I have once or twice before. Wouldn't recommend it unless you bring along a can of bug spray."

"Yikes. I can imagine how bad the mosquitoes get all the way out here. No fucking thanks," Everett says, opening his eyes.

He glances at Knox's profile, secretly admiring him.

All sharp features until you get to his stormy grey eyes.

Right now, they're the softest they've ever looked.

"Do you ever wish that all this could be yours? The clubhouse, the property..."

"No," Knox says without even thinking about it. "Can I afford to purchase something like this for myself? Yes. Do I want to have it all right now? No. There's still too much work left to be done."

"What do you mean by that?" Everett asks.

"When you join a MC, you're in that shit for life. At least I am," Knox says. "Something drastic will have to happen to me before I willingly step down from my position and leave the club and my brothers behind. I'm not ready to settle down. It ain't my time yet."

Everett nods in understanding.

"You said you could afford all this, which is honestly blowing my mind because you definitely don't look or act..."

"Like I have money?" Knox questions, smirking.

Everett nods again, blushing.

"Yeah, well, you should know by now that I'm not exactly the flashy type. I don't wear my wealth to prove that I have it. I think that shit is corny. I don't give a damn about what people think of me. If I did, I'd never get any sleep at night."

"I feel that," Everett says.

"Let me know when a job opens up around here because I have student loans to pay off and your Pres seems to give out pretty generous salaries," he jokes.

"You have options. Strip club, motel or funeral home?" Knox asks.

"We dabble in a little bit of everything, but there's always an opening at the strip club. We don't discriminate when it comes to hiring dancers."

Everett gasps, confused.

"You're serious?"

"Hell no. I'm just fucking with you." Knox laughs, shaking his head.

"I mean, yes, we do own a strip club, motel and a funeral home because they're extremely profitable businesses but someone like you wouldn't last a day at either of our establishments. No offense."

"None taken," Everett mutters. "I remember you told me once that MCs primarily make money through illegal means. Is that what you guys use the businesses for? A cover for whatever illegal activity you've got going on?"

Knox meets Everett's gaze, briefly flashing a smile filled with sadness and something else the latter can't quite decipher.

"I talk too much around you."

"So what? I like you better when you're talking versus being all broody and mute," Everett replies.

He scoots closer to Knox and grabs his hand like it's something they do all the time, carefully interlocking their fingers together.

Anything to get rid of that wounded look in Knox's eyes.

"Don't worry. All your little incriminating club secrets are perfectly safe with me."

Knox laughs again.

"I know they are."

As they watch the river, silence falls upon them but it isn't loud or awkward.

Quite the opposite.

And that's precisely why Everett ignores the alarm bells ringing in the distance, trying to warn him that what he's doing right now isn't right.

Getting closer to Knox on a deeper level, having easy conversations with him, kissing and touching him when what he should be doing is doubling the distance between them and closing off his heart completely.

Fuck.

The bastard's already done it, hasn't he?

Knox has somehow managed to climb over the walls that have kept Everett's heart intact.

He's practically moved in and made himself at home.

One he'll eventually have to be evicted from because none of what they have going on right now will ever become a permanent thing.

The Fallen Angels' war with The Jackals will end one day.

Everett will have to go back to his mundane way of living, return to school, get his degree and then step into the next chapter of his life.

One where Knox doesn't exist.

"I'm curious," Knox says moments later. "What does your future look like? Where do you see yourself in the next five years?"

Somewhere, anywhere, with you…

"I don't know," Everett mumbles instead, resting his head on Knox's shoulder.

"What about you?"

"I guess you better start living each one to the fullest, then."

Everett produces a half smile, squeezing Knox's hand.

"I'll help you."

Until it's time for me to go.

"I'd like that."

Knox squeezes his hand back, the rational part of him knowing he can't take any of this to heart.

"You've got yourself a deal, kitten."