#you can have zero naughty words most of the time... all you have to do is ask

[medicinemane]

I still argue that bleeping someone like Gorden Ramsey is bullshit so that people who love and find swearing fun can pretend that they didn't just hear him call someone a fucking donkey, because there was a bleep... like they don't know the exact word he used, like they didn't think it, and like they didn't have fun with it

Cause I bet you... any amount of money you want honestly, that if you asked Gorden Ramsey not to swear he just wouldn't... I don't think they ever bleep anything in shows where he's helping kids cook

No, people find swearing fun, it's entertaining... they just don't want to admit they like it because it's naughty

And to be clear I'm directly pointing to this and pointing to 'unalive' and drawing a line between them for how we got here

[ivystoryweaver]

🎉I made this for you b/c you deserve a party!!!! 🎉

I love Marc Spector catches you trying on lingerie. So... what might have happened w/ Steven or Jake? Another surprise? More lingerie? Less lingerie *wiggles eyebrows at you*???

Steven Catches You Trying on Lingerie

AHHHHH!!! Take all my money so all the Moon boys will give me special messages! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Look at you linking my fic like a pro

Oooh, ok, so there's a little about Steven + lingerie in Moon Boys' Kinks <- which I sort of used as the basis of thought for what you see below...

nsfw below the cut - sensual and suggestive but no actual smut Steven Grant x gn!reader who likes lingerie (Read Marc's part above, in the ask) Word Count: 754

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You snap a few pictures of your new lingerie in the mirror, satisfied by the way the fabric hugs your curves. With a sigh, you toss your phone on the bed and pout for a second, wishing you didn't have to wait until date night to reveal your surprise.

Then a thought tickles the corner of your mind. Steven actually sends dirty texts all the time, but that's usually what they are - texts. Words.

You imagine him working hard at the museum, leading a tour or sitting in his shared office doing some research and you giggle to yourself as you try to envision his face when he sees you in this brand new sensuous outfit.

Without another moment of debate, you grab your phone and swipe to the most scandalous pose before dropping it into Steven's text thread, adding 'Got a surprise for you' underneath.

Thirty-seven minutes later, you hear the front door deadbolt turn. You haven't even bothered to change out of your lingerie yet - tying a robe around yourself instead.

Determined footsteps clomp toward your bedroom, the thought never crossing your mind that they don't belong to Marc.

Steven's hair is a mess - clearly he's pushed his fingers through it one too many times on the train ride home. His cheeks are flushed, lips parted as he draws heavy breaths, eyes dark and hooded...

and zeroed in on the curves of your body.

"Bit naughty of you to send me that picture while I'm giving a tour to primary school students," he husks, peeling off his jacket and stalking toward you.

"What are you doing home?" you gasp out with mock innocence.

Long fingers find the tie of your robe and he yanks it loose, swiping his tongue over his lips as the very lingerie you teased him with appears.

Shifting from one foot to the other, his smoldering eyes rove hungrily from your collarbone, over each curve, all the way down to the center of you. Ever mesmerized by beauty and softness, he swallows thickly, his own desire stirring to life as he forces himself to wait before devouring you with his mouth and hands.

"Surprise," you whisper, shrugging the robe all the way off your shoulders and striking a simple but effective pose meant to highlight the best features of the lingerie, and your body.

Dropping to his knees, he tosses his hair out of his eyes, peering up at you through endlessly long lashes. Squeezing his hands into fists, he fights every urge pulsing, inviting him to trace the soft, sexy fabric that has you on display like this.

But he knows to wait.

"You're so good to me, Steven," you praise, carding a hand through his curls, inching gently toward him. "Got you something soft to play with."

"Gods, love," he chokes, forehead nuzzling your stomach as he struggles to keep his hands in place by his sides.

"Do you like it?" You murmur, using the grip on his thick hair to turn his face up to yours.

"Yes," he pants, nodding, despite your grip on him. "Oh god, yes. Please, I..."

"You want to touch me, baby?" You purr, stepping a little closer until his cheek rests against your soft abdomen. "Will you make me feel good?"

"So good, darling," he promises, his voice already wrecked as he tries to wait for your lead. "Won't stop until you make me."

You hum out a satisfied moan, nodding once, indicating that he can touch. Stretching out his fingers, he brushes your bare thighs temptingly, heavy breaths falling where his head stills rests against your stomach.

Seeing this beautiful man on his knees for you already has you stirring with raw want.

One agonizing inch at a time, he seems to return the favor, making you wait for the impending bliss that's sure to follow this display of restraint.

"So pretty like this," he whispers, finding the hem fitted over your hip bone. "Wonder how long it might take me to unwrap you like a present."

Now it is you shifting in anticipation, aching for his expert caress to find the center of you.

"Think I'll leave this on you while I make you come for me." His eyes flicker up to yours as he touches right where you want. Breath rushes out of you as he starts to pleasure you. "Would you like that, darling?"

"Yes, Steven, please..."

There it is. Once he turns the tables on you, there's no stopping him. This is gonna be fun.

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Ivy's 1st Ficiversary Celebration

Originally from Moon Knight Asks

Steven Grant-Centric stories

Moon Knight Masterlist

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[rileysluvr]

simon riley loves his car (and fucking you in it) nsfw!!

Simon had picked you up outside your apartment some hours ago, car parked out front and tapping on the steering wheel in front of him as he waited patiently; he had shown up much earlier than he anticipated, but would rather put a shotgun to his head than leave you waiting. A bouquet of flowers on the passenger seat, and surprise dinner plans that reminded you of your first real date with him, despite going out for almost a year now. He keeps things classical and efficacious.

He’d say it was well worth the wait, being able to watch you walk down the staircase in that flowy, little sundress of yours that hiked up with the wind, much to his viewing pleasure. He got out of his car the moment your front door had opened, looping around to be able to greet you with the flowers and a kiss. He showered you with compliments, as always, in that gruff and hilariously out-sticking Manchester accent you adored so much. Opening the door of his ‘69 Mach for you, ever the gentleman he is, and you were off for the evening.

He took you to your favorite restaurant downtown, the one he made your favorite by hearing you say you wanted to try it once and proceeding to take you the next night. One, ‘that was really good, Si, thank you,’ as you were kissing him goodnight, and suddenly he was taking you almost every weekend he was home. He’s sure to introduce some sort of variety every once in a while, though, for the other free nights of the week.

The man is shameless, truly. He isn’t afraid to whisper something naughty in your ear in public, or outright insult someone for looking at you in any way, malicious or not. These things he whispers: so fucking dirty, and tend to come out as you’re about to head home so he can warm you up and have you all desperate for an extra good fucking. One with your head buried in your mattress as his is between your thighs, chest rising and falling like a madwoman with exactly no worries in the world other than.

The worst is when you’re at previously mentioned restaurant and he doesn’t even bother keeping quiet as he’s signing the check because it’s well enough spaced out and, or at least he argues, nobody has the right to be listening in to his conversation in the first place. Scar themselves, and if they have a problem with it, he’ll add another just above the jugular so they don’t think about doing it again. He smirks when he sees your face has gone all red, hoping that no one had heard his vile promises until your faith is truly tested and you’re forced to just close your eyes and give in.

He drove you to your favorite viewing spot, parking his Mustang a few meters from the cliff’s edge that overhung the entire city. A beautiful sight, like it was straight from a modern painting or film, and the comfort of his car paid towards the surrealness of it all. You’re a pretty sight as well, all dolled up in the passenger seat with your hands folded in your lap, flowers and bag forgotten in the back.

Simon wasn’t ever much for using his words, but he’d do it all day if it meant hearing your sweet voice give him a response. There are times where you’ll both be as chatty as a couple of grandmothers meeting for their annual lunch outing, and then there are moments where it’s time to zero in on the afternoon wine tasting and fewer words just work better than the rundown. Times where you can’t shut up because he wants to hear every single detail about every single thing you’ve done since he saw you last, in the most caring way possible, and moments where it feels like you’ve been happily married and tied at the hip for twenty years and you don’t need to share out because the quietness is just as good.

“That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special, when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.”

He reached over the center console and put his hand on your bare knee, calloused fingers treading so lightly and yet instantly sending jolts of goosebumps throughout your entire body. You both kept your eyes on his hand as it trailed up your thigh, contrasting skin slipping inward to make you gasp and giggle. It’s big, veiny, and utterly mesmerizing to watch as it moves.

You were silent as you watched, apart from the audible blushing in your breath, then looking up to him through your lashes. The hem of your dress was pushed up and up and he inched closer and closer to your core until you were shuddering and unable to blink.

“Simon…” you breathed, and he straightened his shoulders, eyes meeting your fuck me ones. “Please.”

Well, he couldn’t say no to that, now, could he?

He got you in the backseat of his car, straddling his lap with him shoving his tongue in your mouth so strongly it was almost too overwhelming. His body heat, his muscles; you felt it all.

There wasn’t much time for comfort before his hands were slipping under your dress and groping at the plush fat of your bent hips. He pinched and slapped your ass to pull those cute whines from you, lips quivering right up against his own, and then smoothed small circles over the skin with his thumbs and palms to ease the sting. His hands went further to feel up your waist, just under your tits and stopping there. He wouldn’t dare mess up your pretty outfit just yet, but he loves to see you whining for more.

He pulled barely an inch away from your face, with a great, cocky smirk coating his expression. “No bra?” Your already flustered face had somehow gotten even more heated in front of him; he really knows how to work you up. He chuckled, “You naughty little devil.”

His hand met the back of your head and pulled you right back in as the other was returned to your waist. He nudged and encouraged you to move your hips, so you did, back and forth ever so slightly to start out.

But you both needed more than slightly, and he knew it. His grip didn’t yield and instead pressed you down harder onto his lap, causing your movements to stutter from your depraved and clothed clit getting harshly rubbed up against his firm bulge. Your lips halted in an open form, moaning into his mouth, and he snickered at the fact.

Grinding down on a man his size was no easy feat but you gave it your all nonetheless, makeout turning sloppier and more desperate by the second. But messy has always been his favorite when it comes to you and that body.

You always lose track of time so easily when you’re with him, and same goes for him. You’re dangerous, and he loves it. Neither of you had even noticed the sky turning from a pale blue to pitch darkness in the time between then and when he had brought the car to a stop.

His hand, rough and straightforward as ever, moved to slip between the two of you and into your panties, cupping your cunt. You gasped at the coldness of his touch and he hummed at your warmth, delving two fingers between your folds before you could totalize it all in your head. “That feel alright, honey?”

You nodded with a squeak of a whine, and he took that as his cue to push further.

“So fuckin’ tight…’n wet…all for me, sweetheart?”

He shoved his fingers deeper, and you choked on air. “Y-yes. All yours,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” he razzed on. He knew he was beginning to test your limits, even if you wouldn’t admit it. “Well, I want you to take what you want from me, then, love. Make yourself come ‘nd I can watch.”

You swallowed thickly; it was never a question with him. Your kneedy hands wrapped around the thick arm leading to your cunt and you began to rock your hips back and forth, eyes closed. The friction and the reaction it pulled from you was instantaneous, but you’re no quitter. He adjusted his fingers upwards and curled them a bit, causing you to stutter out a broken and shy moan from your slacken jaw.

“Come on, sweetheart, that’s it…grind that little cunt down on my palm f’me. Fuck yourself on my fingers, make it feel good.”

You increased the pressure with which you grounded yourself down on his palm; you really wanted to make him proud. The heel of his palm dug ferociously at your clit in all the best ways, allowing you to feel up every callous and year of strenuous work on his skin; he’s a skilled man, a provider. The same hand he brought to countless countries to do God knows what to the enemy soldiers, working at your cunt so sweetly you’re sure you’d have actual hearts in your eyes if it were physically possible. You don’t have to worry your pretty, little head about the gritty half of his life, however; he’s reassured you an infinite amount of times, and will continue doing so until he retires.

He fucked you with his fingers just right, like he knew you better than you knew yourself. He’d always have you unraveling and drunk in front of him in mere seconds, doesn’t matter if it’s been weeks or minutes since the last time, on his fingers or tongue or cock. However it be, he always takes care of you.

“Jusst like that…there ya go, honey. Makin’ a proper fuckin’ mess of my hand, aren’t ya? Tirin’ yourself out, now?”

He watched on, witnessing the affects his words had on you; he’d have to be an idiot not to notice them, and he let it fuel his ego freely.

“So fuckin’ stunning… You gonna come f’me, love?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding feverishly and nearly busting your lip with how hard you were biting down on it to keep your sanity. It’s so fucking close, you could just barely reach it.

“Mhm?” he mocked. “Pretty pussy must’ve been so needy while I was away, I bet.” Damn him, for even his mean side is still so gratifying. “‘S a good thing I’m here, now…make this cunt feel real fuckin’ loved. Ain’t it right, sweetheart?”

As if on cue, you came on his hand with a broken moan, practically clawing at his thick forearm as he continued to work at you until you were seeing flashes of white with pink roses in your closed off vision. Your eyes shot open, breathing erratic and pupils blown out, and were met with his smug face.

“There’s your answer,” he commented. Fuckin’ meanie. He pulled his fingers from your sensitive pussy and brought them to his mouth, sticking his tongue out wide and to taste that cum of yours he missed so much. You watched on, dumbfounded, and he clearly enjoyed the audience.

Heaven, and you should know it. He’s a kind man; he shares.

Before you could think, he shoved his fingers between your lips and against your hot tongue without a warning, forcing a whine from deep in your throat. Saliva mixed with cum mixed with spit. You took them greedily as he was the one to watch that time, lust and stupefaction and all the feelings bundled up into his observant, anthracite eyes. He taunted once more, “It’s nice, innit?” with an unruly snicker.

You nodded with his fingers still in your mouth, the amount of space they took up utterly inordinate, until they were clean. He pulled them out and praised you for the good cleaning before telling you, “Tell me what you want. Right here, ‘nd now.”

With your hands already at his zipper, palming his erection while you silently begged to take it out of his pants, you told him, “Want your cock-…need you to t’fuck me, please,” through tired and desperate chokes. You were about ready to cry if you had to sit on his lap and be without his cock stuffed deep in your cunt for another minute. “Need it so fucking bad, Si.”

The man leered and chuckled at your cute patheticness, his hand finding yours on his crotch. “Mmh. With pleasure.”

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Now, as you’re speared open on his cock in the backseat, sitting on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck, you can’t seem to think much about anything but him. The way his cock fills you so nicely, all big and relentless just like the rest of him. He just makes you so dizzy; it’s as easy as one glance and half the time you don’t even know if he means it or not. It’s like he has you under an unbreakable spell, or whatnot.

“Gotta start movin’ ya now, sweets,” he says, like he’s a man who’s sorry but knows he’s right. And he’s always right.

You lift your head from his shoulder, eyes all glossy and lit up by the car’s interior lights, so fucking desperate for him. You nod in understanding before stationing your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly raising your hips a few inches with the help of his heavy hands on your hips, hissing through your teeth turning into a whimper-esque moan as you sink back down. It burns, stings, yet repairs all with a kiss to your cervix.

Your post-orgasm slick is making it a snug fit, but you fear your legs will seize up seeing how unreliable they are after just coming once. And it’s still one hell of a stretch. Collect yourself, breathe, and you’re doing it all again. Slowly, until you’re eventually riding him so leisurely with his assistance.

“Good girl,” he drags out, impossibly long and sultry. It hits you right in the gut like it always does, and you feel that tingling behind your ear from how close you are to him. “My good fuckin’ girl, made to take this cock. Ain’t that right?”

You’re not going to last long with such a sensitive cunt having finished hard only a moment ago. The fabric of his jeans grinds so wonderfully right up against your nerves in the particular position, and your brain is utterly fried. You know nothing more but to fuck yourself on this cock until you physically can’t anymore and your lungs give out.

He stretches you out and fills you beyond what you can handle, but you’ve always tried your best to make it work for him. He’s just so fucking sweet on you, how could you not make an effort?

You’ve got the hang of it. It’s not often you get to be on top of him, but you’re doing a nice job on proving he should let you more often. Christ, he’d die a very happy man like this if it was up to him. You move to gently push his hands aside and he gives you a surprised, yet still taunting, look. You return with a smirk of your own, for once.

Your hands plant themselves on your thighs to give him a nice show as you very slowly bounce yourself on his cock, careful not to be hitting your head on the ceiling each time like an idiot, with him all leaned back and soaking in the view. Your fingertips curl around the end of your dress and hike it up your lap, teasing his eyesight with what it could reach. You stop just before he gets to see your cunt swallowing him whole, and he groans at both the prospect and what he’s missing out on. He shakes his head. Surprise is quick to turn to disapproval, though all still the same amount of playfulness.

“So pretty like this, darlin’. One of your best looks.” His praise can come with the slightest belittling kick to it more often than not, and you eat it up every time like a starved girl to a feast.

He adjusts to be more comfortably seated which, of course, comes with him just barely jutting his hips upwards. He somehow manages to hit that far-too-sweet of a spot in you with the small movement, and you fall forward onto his chest with hands rushing and mostly failing to catch yourself.

“Silly woman,” he huffs. “Don’t lose your balance, when you’re doin’ so good.” You raise your head to scold him with your eyes but he’s so quick to give you an atypical pout in return, leaving you with mixed emotions running rampant in your mind and heart and gut. He tells you, “Don’t gimme that face, now. C’mon, then. Aren’t ya gonna kiss me?”

You do so in a heartbeat, but not without a roll of your eyes to keep him in check. Suddenly, you’re more interested in chasing your own high than his. But don’t get it wrong; that was his plan from the start; get you riled up so you’ll take what you need from him. He knows what he’s doing, at all times. You push yourself from his chest with your hands back to being planted firmly on his shoulders and you begin riding him again with a newfound, eager energy. Back to grinding, more so.

“There she is,” he laughs. “All mean ‘nd angry, using my cock like the rightful toy she deserves.” And you can’t disagree.

“Come on, keep those pretty eyes on me, now.”

“Fuck, Si—‘m trying.” Your thighs burn and you struggle to reopen your eyes every time you find that they’ve closed on their own.

He takes in the sight and burns it into his memory for good, right next to every other time he’s had you all fucked-out and cockdrunk under him. Having you absolutely struggling to take everything he gives you but oh-so willing every time because he’s just so fucking caring with it. In the backseat of his car, though? That’s a new one.

It doesn’t take long for that familiar heat to spark in your belly, right where he’d see that moving bulge in your stomach he always obsessed over so dearly, and would be now if it weren’t for your dress in the way. His cock twitches inside you at the prospect, even the smallest of groans ghosting his lips. You’re tumbling so fast and so blindly into your orgasm and you can’t even think about how it may be your stamina’s killer for the evening. He offers his hand and you take it. Gentleman.

You lace your fingers with his, using it to ground yourself and level your head. And it makes the entire experience all the more intimate; you fuck like you love each other because the words going unsaid as of now won’t stop them from being true.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Wanna feel you squeezin’ my hand when you come on my cock. Lemme hear those pretty noises ya like makin’ for me.”

He tends to talk a lot when he’s buried deep inside you; he’s cocky, he can’t help it. Despite his words majorly being muffled in your hearing, the volume of your moans and whines increase like he asked for. Each noise you make comes with a punch of butterflies to his stomach, and he’s never enjoyed the fictitious, creepy-crawlies as much as he does now.

He admires how your face contorts with pleasure, brows gone all low and straight with your jaw hanging slightly open and eyes closed. He feels how close you're getting with your stuttering and uneven movements, and how you’re practically strangling his cock as tension builds up in your gut.

Like he’s nothing but warm flesh for you to use to get off in this moment, and your entire world in others and especially now, even after his relentless teasing. He doesn’t mind being both. Lie; he hopes he’s both. He needs to be everything you need, and what you need now is a small push of worshiping degradation. He knows you, nearly better than you know yourself, and you’re not afraid to say it.

You’d be dead without him, in all honesty. He puts up with you, and you put up with him, in ways no other humans would. You’re better than good for each other, more often than not.

He scoffs with bemuse, “Even prettier when you let me fuck you so hard I ruin your lovely hair ‘nd makeup.” His eyes ricochet between your dilated ones, a nasty smirk on his lips. You’re utterly gone. “Yeahh, that’s right…I know you like it, too, pretty girl…doin’ amazing, takin’ what I give you so well… Like my loyal little fuckin’ whore,” he spits, with love.

You come hard on his cock and it sucks every bit of energy from you, exuded through uncontrolled moans and heavy breathing and the fierce death-grip you have on his hand. He talks you through it until you finish riding it out, and he swaddles you in his arms the second you fall slack against his broad front. He’s here to serve you in your every step.

And he hasn’t gotten anything.

“—‘m sorry, Si…I don’t know if I can keep going yet,” you pant. “…’t’s too good. Need a break.”

Was your mascara really running? You hadn’t even noticed.

He breathily chuckles at your words. Edge him for hours and the sick bastard laughs. Though, you haven’t given him much of a choice, considering you’ve just let him fuck you silly in the steel and leather compartment of his car and now you’re catching your breath as you lean your full weight on him. He never thought he’d find something so caging to be so comforting for him.

“It’s alright, love, I know you’re tired.” His arms wrap tightly around you and savors it. He’d be a dead man if it weren’t for your warmth and hugs. “Y’did such a nice job, as always.”

His teeth will rot if he keeps up with this all. Routine of praise, abandonment of brutality. He’s lucky he was never one for showing teeth whenever you make him smile. Makes the illusional—and hopefully never of his reality—cosmetic change easier on the both of you.

Seriously though, anything but the teeth.

An idea pops into his head; it’s no flashing, spur-of-the-moment idea, but rather one that has been brewing in his mind for a long time, and with no clue on how or when to introduce it to you. Now, however, it feels just right. Still, it comes out in a mumble, partly to comply for the close proximity but mostly because he’s never been good with this kind of stuff.

Vulnerability, ‘nd all that crap.

“Want you to move into my place.”

Best saved for when he’s just fucked you into a near-coma in the backseat of his Mustang.

You amusedly hum into his shoulder, still so drunk on your highs you can barely process exactly what he’s putting out there. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he huffs. “Whaddya think? I like it well enough…imaginin’ waking up to that beautiful face, all wrapped up in my sheets…walkin’ around the kitchen ‘nd wearin’ my clothes after I fuck you real nice every mornin’. Isn’t that a pretty sight?”

His last words bite you right in the sweet spot as they graze past your ear, and you’re suddenly a weak, giggling, and borderline whining mess atop him. “You might break me at that rate,” you warn.

It’s difficult to ignore his hard cock still shoved deep inside you during such a tender moment, especially with the way you’re involuntarily writhing with his and your words.

“Every other mornin’ then,” he reasons, and you can’t help but giggle. “You’re laughin’ but I ain’t joking, sweetheart. That’s another thing, wanna hear that laugh all fuckin’ day when I’m home. I’ll never get tired’ve hearin’ it.”

You finally manage to pull your flustered face from the crook of his neck, looking at him with a surprised smile like you’ve just discovered the secret meanings to time and space and they all lie within his marked up face. “You’re serious?”

“‘Course I’m bloody serious.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing, while you never thought you’d hear the words.

A step forward. You’ve been waiting, but can’t exactly say you’ve been expecting.

“You’ve stayed the night plenty before, I doubt it’ll be any different. I’ll give you the fuckin’ key right now.”

You grin huge—so bright and lively he thinks he may just catch it like a disease—before leaning down and gently smashing your lips against his. He returns the gesture, a classic smirk fighting its way through.

Gently smashing. It makes sense, between the two of you.

You pull away slowly and barely, muttering to him through your smile, “I accept your key.”

He hums a satisfactory one, rolling his shoulders back against the hard leather seat as if his mind isn’t running rampant with a billion thoughts, all revolving around you and happiness. He realizes he hadn’t ever had the chance or reason to sit in the back before. He definitely belongs up front in the driver's seat. It’s a miracle he even has enough leg room to fit you on his lap.

“Although,” you start with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, though he still furrows his brows urgently. What could possibly be in the way? Who does he have to kill to fix it? “I’m gonna get lonely in a house that big, when you’re off getting deployed in another country.”

Every god-damn terrorist on the planet, apparently. His retirement party better be worthwhile.

A dagger to the heart he’d happily take again simply because it’s got a part of you. In this case, it’s far-too-real words that are laced in your charming voice.

“We’ll get a dog.” His words are said so nonchalantly and it’s a conscious decision, as if they aren’t the most important things in the world for the both of you. So determining for your future together, and so sweet despite his downright rough and gruff drawl. So much emotion in such a seemingly emotionless voice. “Even let you name it.”

You smile impossibly bigger, and it’ll go on to continue growing with every half-sentence he utters. “You’d do that for me?”

“Oh, I’d do anythin’ for you, love.”

You throw your arms around his neck with an excited squeal, practically strangling the man with love. He takes you graciously, big arms tightening around your waist, but tries to calm you like a wild dog by moving a hand up to the back of your head, buried in his shoulder once again, and patting it.

“…s’long as I approve of it. Sound about right?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mumble, locked onto him. “Does this mean I get to drive this car while you’re away?”

He laughs, chest inflating for a split second and taking you up and down with it. “God, no. Maybe I’ll let you drive the Charger, but this beauty isn’t goin’ anywhere without me behind that wheel.”

“Damn,” you hiss. Obviously. “Was worth a shot.”

“Smart thing,” he murmurs. You sink your slack body into him impossibly closer, every muscle relaxed beyond what you thought they were capable of because he’s just that comfortable. The squishiest chest you’ll find on a man.

“….Gonna be my pretty, li’l housewife.”

“Even though I have a job and we aren’t married?”

“Even though you have a job and we aren’t married,” he repeats, sighing the entire time.

He can change at least one of those things. He’s gonna change one of those things.

He starts again, “Seems like you’ve got your energy back. And you still have a job to do, little miss.”

You groan dramatically into his neck when his hands find your waist, very sadly attempting to pull you off him for only a moment. Groans fluidly turn to whimpers and you’d be stomping your feet in protest if you could, but your stubbornness has always translated to playful arousal.

“Don’t worry, love,” he chuckles. “I’ll help ya out.”

[leviismybby]

AOT veterans men and random things/kinks they do during sex

Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith and Miche Zacharias x fem!reader (NSFW 18+, minors dni)

Levi

Marking, Levi bites on any skin that he puts his lips on. He likes having you in missionary not only because he can see the pleasure he brings you and kiss you but because he gets a chance to color your neck in dark purple marks that will stain your skin for days. He won't spare your thighs, stomach and hips either. "Mmm look at that, are you going to cover up these? Or let the whole world see how much you love being marked by me."

Spanking, especially in doggystyle, Levi's hand comes down harshly against your skin leaving red prints behind as he fucks you roughly. He also loves spanking your thighs while eating you out. As soon as your thighs try to close around his head, he lands a harsh slap on your skin. "Be a good girl, keep those pretty fucking legs spread."

Overstimulation, Levi likes the thought of being the only thing in your brain and he won't stop until he hears you say it. You have cum countless times around his cock, his tongue,but Levi wasn't yet satisfied. His fingers work on you at a ruthless pace, your thighs shake, and filthy moans leave your swollen lips. "Gonna cum again for me yeah? Gonna show me how much you love it when your Captain makes you cum yeah? Scream my fucking name."

Choking, Levi enjoys choking you during sex, any position where he can grab your neck is good for him. His rough thrusts make you roll your eyes back, whimpers leaving your lips. "Why the useless stupid sounds baby? I already know that you love getting fucked like a whore."

Degradation, Levi can be very mean at times especially if he thinks that you deserved it, he usually praises you, so you learned to take it as punishment if he gets rude with words. His cock pounds into your mercilessly, almost making you scream. "You're nothing but a slut aren't you? A slut for my cock, I can be the worst man on earth and you would still let me fuck you into oblivion."

Erwin

Cockwarming, Erwin loves having you ride him while he is busy with work and he also loves halting all of your movements and having your warm walls wrapped around his cock. No matter how much you beg for him to move, he doesn't. "Don't get ahead of yourself dear, I'm the one in control, and if you keep complaining It'll be like this for the rest of the night."

Belly bulge, his blue eyes land on the little bulge that appears when he pushes his thick cock deep inside of you. He can't help but put his hand against it, pressing down on it, watching you lose your mind beneath him. "Look at how deep inside of you I am darling, look."

Authority kink, Erwin gets extra into it if you call him Commander. He enjoys the fact that he has this power over you on and off the bed. As soon as you call him by his name, he stops moving taking your jaw and making you look at him. "That's not my name is it? Already forgot who I am I see, let's change that."

Creampie, he has absolutely zero shame about it, the sight of your legs shaking as his cum drips out of you will always be his favorite. Erwin cums deep inside of you and sometimes even hopes that your belly will be growing with his child. "Gonna breed you sweetheart, wanna make me a daddy? You'll look so pretty with my children inside of your belly dear."

Blindfold sex, again Erwin loves control and there is nothing better than seeing you with your eyes covered as he has his way with you, slapping your dripping cunt before diving his head between your thighs. "You want to see me? Too bad, I'll have you shaking and crying once I'm done with you my sweet."

Miche

Nipple play, his big hands love teasing and playing with your nipples. Miche will always take his time when his mouth is on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your buds and sucking them gently. "I haven't even touched you where you need me most and you're already cumming? Naughty girl."

Size kink, Miche is a big guy and he enjoys manhandling you like no one else. He picks you up so effortlessly and slams you down on his cock, your body looks small to his in comparison. "My word how easy you are to break, look at how wet you are."

Praise, as much as he loves being rough with you, Miche is a gentle giant. He would kiss your face in little pecks and whisper in your ear. "You're taking me so well, love. Such a good girl for me. I'll give so much more if you want."

Gagging, he has his hand tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him in your mouth, don't worry he knows what to do. He presses you further down onto his cock and you gag slightly, drool dripping down the side of your lips onto him. "You love it don't you? When I choke you on my cock like that, good girl."

Bondage, a piece of advice, don't piss him off or else you're in for a ride. Miche has you tied to his headboard as he ever so slowly makes his way between your thighs. "Have I not told you to behave? If you moan once, I'll put a gag in your mouth understand? Let's see if my pretty girl can handle it."

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[twistedwonderworm]

Hello worm!!

Can i request perhaps smut AFAB with Jade leech and size kink 🫣

Hi!! Sorry this took so long but here you go! I hope you enjoy it!!!

Little Angelfish (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Jade Leech x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Size kink, afab terms, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, rough sex, creampie, degradation

Word count: 918

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It had always occurred to Jade how much larger he was than most other students at NRC, especially in his mer form. It just never really affected him like it was now. Sure, his size intimidated the other students around him, but he was sure he would still be as intimidating even if he was smaller. It was all in his personality after all. Though, now why was he thinking about his height so much?

This was all because of Y/N of course. They had been dating for a while, and every time they spent time together, Jade was reminded about how small they were. It made him feel… powerful. It made his heart race, but he could never do anything about it. Until tonight, that is.

He wasn’t working at the lounge tonight thankfully so he was able to spend some time with his beloved. They were watching a movie in Y/N’s room so that they’d have less chance of Floyd barging in and disturbing them. Though less chance didn’t mean exactly zero so Jade made sure the door was locked before they started.

Y/N was settled between Jade’s legs, their back leaning against his chest. The laptop was resting on the bed in front of them, but the movie was pretty much forgotten by now. Jade was nipping and kissing Y/N’s neck, careful not to break the skin just yet. One of his hands had slipped into Y/N’s shorts, rubbing them through their underwear.

“You’re so tiny in my arms, angelfish~” The eel purred into his lover’s ear, “You’re so tiny, it would be so easy to just snap you in two~” He could feel Y/N getting wetter through their underwear, and he smirked. “Did that really get you excited~? My, my, angelfish~ you’re such a naughty one aren’t you~?”

Y/N squirmed and whimpered, trying to get more friction from his long fingers, “P-please stop teasing me, J-Jade~” They whined when his free arm wrapped around their waist, stopping their movements. “N-not fair~” They mewled.

“Well I didn’t tell you that you could move, did I~?” his sweetly dangerous voice purred into their ear. His long, talented fingers slipped into their underwear and inside his lover, causing them to mewl out and attempt to rock their hips against his fingers. He chuckled again. “So, what should I do with such a disobedient little Angelfish~? Maybe I should leave you alone in this room in this pathetic state~”

The threat had Y/N’s thighs tightening around Jade’s wrist, making the eel chuckle again, “N-no please don’t leave me alone…”

Jade shrugged, “Or maybe I’ll just give you what you want and break you in half~” He rocked his hips against Y/N, letting them feel the bulge that tented the front of his pants. “Do you want me to do that, little slut~?”

Y/N nodded, begging him to do that. It just made Jade growl in their ear, his voice full of desire as he moved them off his lap and letting them lay on the bed. He carefully removed their underwear, fighting the urge to just tear it off of them. No sense in destroying the garment.

Y/N was so small that he could very easily maneuver them into his lap. He thumbed at their clit with one hand, the other fishing out his cock. Y/N shivered as he rubbed the leaking head through their folds, teasing them even more.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, his voice low in their ear.

They nodded, “Yes, I do. P-please fuck me, love~” Jade didn’t need to be asked twice as he placed his hands on their hips and pushing his cock into them. They mewled and gasped, rocking his hips, and he chuckled before gently bouncing them on his lap, his smirk growing bigger every time they moaned loudly. They were so very small that even with them on top, he was still in control. He could just use them as his little toy if he wanted to. However, he kept doing what he was doing, knowing they’d ask him if they wanted him to change anything.

They seemed to enjoy being bounced on his cock like this, as they were lipm against his chest, wanton moans spilling from their pretty, part lips. Jade smirked and turned their head slightly to kiss them deeply. His hips bucked up harder and faster as he pushed his tongue into their mouth, their moans being muffled by the rough kiss. They came undone far quicker than he did, and he smiled as he lifted them off his cock and placed them gently on the bed.

“You’re not done though,” they whined, looking up at him.

The eel smiled down at them and nodded, “You’re right, love. But I’m going to fix that.” He wrapped their legs around his waist and pushed back into his lover again. His pace was even harsher this time as he couldn’t hold himself back, but Y/N didn’t mind. They threw their head back and nearly screamed in ecstasy, their body rocking with their boyfriend’s thrusts. The overstimulation was overwhelming them as Jade leaned over them, caging their body against the bed with his larger one as he nipped lightly at their neck. He didn’t let up on his pace for even a moment as he felt himself getting closer and closer. He finished just as Y/.N came undone once again, the two lovers laying on the bed, panting together as they enjoyed each other’s company.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Short Skirts And Lacy Panties

modern!teacher!rhaenyra x reader smut

A/N: I’ve never written smut before so pls be nice to me also reader is 18 in this

TW: SMUT!!, spanking (like a lot), smacking tits, mommy kink, lots of degrading, rhae is like so mean and hot, inappropriate teacher/student relationship, theres probs more idk 

word count: 1,873 words

You could swear that she looks at you a little too long. Everyday when you walk into her class, you’re sure that she checks you out. Perhaps you’re on to something or perhaps your massive crush on your English teacher is clouding your judgement.

You decide to test out your theory of attraction when you show up to class one day with your uniform skirt rolled up and the top of your blouse unbuttoned. You walk into the classroom nervously as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, wondering if you should pull it down. You decide to be brave and walk past her desk with your head held high.

“Good morning, Mrs. Targaryen.” You greet her politely, as you do everyday and she looks up from her computer. If she is surprised, then her face doesn’t show it.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N.” Her eyes rake slowly over your figure but then she looks back at her computer, not sparing you another glance.

You’re slightly annoyed, thinking that you must’ve been wrong about her affections because when you go and sit in your seat, she practically ignores you for the rest of the class.

When the bell rings for lunch, you’re surprised when she calls you over to her desk.

“Yes, Ma’am?” You ask as the rest of the class filters out of the room.

“Roll your skirt down. If you come to class like that again, you will be… punished.” There is almost a lustful look in her eyes when she says the last word.

“S-sorry.” Your cheeks go pink as you roll your skirt back down and quickly walk out of the room.

Gods I must be crazy. You think to yourself but you know that she was looking at you with want. She had to be.

It’s a stupid idea, a very stupid idea when you decide to strut into her class the next day with your skirt rolled even shorter and the top two buttons of your blouse undone. But what's the worst that can happen? You may get detention if you’re unlucky but if you’re lucky… who knows?

You don’t acknowledge her as you walk in, instead moving to sit at your desk so that you don’t get caught out right away. When she begins teaching, her eyes zero in on you. You look down at your worksheet to avoid eye contact.

Rhaenyra thinks that you’re some kind of insolent brat, flaunting yourself to her like a little slut. She knows exactly what you are doing.

You bite at the tip of your pencil in a falsely innocent gesture as you pretend to focus on something on your page. Your legs spread ever so slightly in a way that could be perceived as entirely accidental. This gives her just the slightest glimpse of your lacy white panties.

She is appalled by your actions, she knows you’re trying to tease her and get a reaction and it is most definitely working. 

When class ends, you pack up slowly, allowing all the other students time to filter out of the classroom. She stops you before you can have a chance to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To lunch.” You say in a bratty tone, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“My office. Now.” 

You walk in front of her to her office and when you get in, she closes the door behind the both of you and locks it.

“Is something the matter, Mrs. Targaryen?” You ask with a sense of faux innocence as you bite your lip.

Her eyes sweep over you and your dangerously short skirt. She wants nothing more than to pin you up against the wall and rip that uniform off of you.

“You know exactly what the matter is, brat.” She looks at you sensually, a small smile growing on her lips. “You’ve been a dirty, naughty girl.” Your breath hitches in your throat.

“And how have I been dirty and naughty ma’am?” You feign innocence.

“You come into my classroom, trying to distract me with your blouse unbuttoned and those… cute little… white panties on display.” You walk over to her desk as she speaks and sit yourself on top of it.

“Ohh… these panties?” You ask, biting your lip as you spread your legs.

“Filthy, little whore.” She scoffs. “I think that you need to be punished.”

“Punished?” You ask, your voice sickeningly sweet.

“I’ll show you what happens to naughty little schoolgirls who flash their panties to their teacher.” She picks up a ruler. “Bend over the desk and flip your skirt up.”

“W-What?” You flush red, not really having expected that.

“You need to learn the consequences of your actions… what’s a better way than a good old fashioned spanking.” The lust is obvious in her eyes and the excitement starts to grow inside of you. “Don’t tell me that a brat like you has never had a good and proper spanking?”

“No I-I haven’t ma'am.”

“This’ll be a fun little first for you then.” She says and she is obviously becoming impatient as she grabs you roughly by the wrist and forces you to bend over the desk before flipping your skirt up.

You’re almost stunned into silence at this point as she runs her hand over your ass, rubbing the lace of your panties between her fingers. You feel her hand move away.

“Ah!” You let out a choked moan as she lays down the first swat with the ruler.

“Be quiet.” She scolds before she gives you a few more hard hits.

She spanks you for a little longer before throwing the ruler onto the desk next to you. She then begins to grope at your red ass before pulling your panties down.

“H-Hey!” You protest before the panties are shoved into your mouth.

“Naughty girls get spanked bare.” She says before giving you a sharp smack with her hand.

She then spreads your legs some more before swiping two fingers along your bare folds. You let out a muffled whimper.

“Gods, you’re fucking soaked.” Say says as she examines her fingers that are now dripping with your arousal. “What kind of slut gets this wet from her teacher spanking her?” You receive another harsh smack.

She spanks you twice before taking your panties out of your mouth. She sees that your eyes are watering.

“Oh my poor sweet girl. I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well.”

She drags her fingers along your wet slit, teasing you as she doesn’t quite touch you where you need it most.

“P-Please… mommy.” You beg, not meaning for the name to slip out.

“Aww do you need mommy to touch you more, princess?” She asks with a smirk.

“Yes.” You let out a high pitched whine as she pushes two fingers inside of you.

“Keep quiet. You wouldn’t want anyone hearing us now would you?”

You nod, trying not to moan as she curls her fingers inside of you, finding that rough spot.

“You like that. Don’t you, baby?” You let out a soft whimper in response and then you feel her hot tongue against you.

She rolls your clit between her fingers and her tongue thrusts in and out of you. You moan, louder than before and she immediately stops.

“N-No.” You whine.

“I told you to be quiet, brat.” 

She grabs you by the hair, yanking you up and off of the desk so you’re standing. She grabs your panties again and shoves them in your mouth.

“Perhaps you don’t want to cum. Is that why you disobey me?” She asks and you shake your head insistently. “Hmm… maybe you just need a little more punishment.” She begins to unbutton your blouse. She bites her lip when she notices your lack of a bra, feeling more aroused. “What a filthy little whore you are.”

She pinches at your nipple, causing you to groan through your panties before picking up her ruler. She smacks it against your tits a few times and your eyes well up with tears.

“Does that hurt, little girl?” You nod and she smiles, smacking your chest once more.

She walks over to sit in her chair, looking at you as you stand in front of her. Her pretty submissive girl. She is happy with her work, your tits now as rosy red as your bottom and tears in your eyes.

“Kneel.” She points at the floor in front of her. “You’ll have to earn it if you want to cum.”

You immediately kneel in front of her as she pulls off her panties. You spit out your own panties and get to work. You eat her pussy like a woman starved and you bring your hand up to rub her clit but she slaps it away.

“Make me cum with your tongue and your tongue only and then, you may have your release.”

“Yes, mommy.” You nod and go back to licking at her wet pussy feverishly.

Your tongue works at her clit as she grips at your hair. You can tell that she is close.

“Good fucking girl.” She says as she cums on your face and you lick up the residue. You sit there for a moment, panting as your lips shine with saliva and arousal.

“My turn?” You ask hopefully and she thinks for a moment before patting her leg.

“Ride my thigh.” You didn’t think you could blush any harder.

You do as she says, straddling her leg as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Your tongues dance together as you roll your hips against her. 

“Oh Gods.” You whimper like a bitch in heat as you grind your clit against the fabric of her dress.

It doesn’t take long for your peak to approach and you moan into her mouth.

“Mommy, please let me cum.” You beg her, writhing in her lap as you make a wet spot on her dress.

“Go ahead, princess. Cum.” 

Your orgasm crashes down on you and you literally ride out your high as your hips come to a staggering stop. She rubs your back as you bury your face in the crook of her neck.

“Good girl. You did good.” She coos.

She helps you up to stand as she begins to dress you. She buttons your blouse back up and zips your skirt but she pockets your panties.

“You come back after school and I'll have some aloe for your poor bottom and tits.” She says sweetly, like her words aren’t lewd.

“Can I um.. Have my panties?” You ask softly and she laughs.

“No, baby. It’s part of your punishment. Shouldn't have worn such a short skirt. You move the wrong way and you’ll not only flash someone your bare pussy but they’ll see your freshly spanked ass too.” You flush red. “Now run along or you’ll be late for math and then I'll have to spank you again for being tardy.” She teases.

“Yes, ma’am.” You look down at the floor. “See you after school.” You scurry out of her office and she smiles at the thought of your reddened bottom and your kiss-swollen lips.

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[alwaysaslutforfic]

Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

[stairset]

Alright now that it's the next day. I have to stress how fucking funny it is for me that Starset as a band has existed for 11 years and I've been a fan for practically that whole time and they had not a single song with any swear words to the point that it made them stick out because most of my other favorite bands DO swear. Which is not to say the concept of swearing was foreign to them, as Dustin's old band has several songs with swearing, the book has swearing, for the latest tour they played a whole ass short film that basically turned "Fuck the New East" into a fandom catchphrase which makes zero sense to anyone not familiar with the band and its Lore. But none of that is the actual Starset music. So you just kinda take for granted that they don't say naughty words in their songs and that's just how it is. Then comes the night of May 2, 2024. I'm at work cause I work the evening shift. My shift ends at 11:30 and it's 11 so I'm wrapping things up and getting ready to leave soon and needlesss to say I'm tired as hell and ready to go to sleep. The new Starset song just dropped so I listen to that as I finish up my work for the day. It's an absolutely epic banger which is no less than I expect from these guys at this point. And then. He says. FUCK. After over a decade of not a single no-no word these guys just suddenly drop The First Official Starset Fuck Song out of nowhere. They said what's so brave and new about this world you ask? It's a world where we say FUCK now, that's what. And I'm so surprised that I actually start to laugh out loud for a second before remembering I'm still at work so I end up just making a weird awkward half-laugh sound before stopping myself because if having a new song at all didn't wake me up then THAT sure as hell did. And then I jam to the song in the car on the drive home because a song like that can only be done justice by listening to it on a car stereo that's turned up way too loud. And I'm so into it I almost don't see a possum crossing the road in front of me and I barely slow down in time to not run it over. Which kinda freaked me out at the time cause I've never come that close to hitting an animal before but now that it's in the past it's hilarious because I can honestly say I found a song so good that it almost made me kill something. Truly a moment in Starset history for me.

[boof-chamber]

too many leftists are of the mind that oppression of people with disabilities is not “real” oppression, that it’s not a huge problem in our society, and even if they agree that it is, they argue that not enough people care about disability issues for it to be worth their effort.

And that’s because their activism is strictly performative - if there is no audience to applaud their efforts, why bother?

I get that people are not always totally aware of this tendency in themselves, and oftentimes people don’t know what else to do - seems like everyone is focused on language policing, that must mean it is important, right? If you google “ableism,” the results will be almost entirely about which naughty no-no words you aren’t allowed to say. So many of our comrades make their unwavering zero tolerance stance against any use of the r-word the center of their anti-ableism.

But here’s the truth about that, and here’s why i see this particular position as a massive red flag - for one thing, it is frequently used against disabled people referring to themselves, which I see as predatory in that the targets often seem to be selected based on perceived lack of social capital.

I couldn’t even say how many times I have been scolded - both on the internet and in person - for not referring to myself in person first language. As if our entire problem all along was that we failed to recognize that we are people first - certainly nothing to do with any sort of deeply rooted systemic ableism that literally deprives us of our autonomy, our agency, our credibility, our basic humanity - to such an extent that something as horrific as psychiatric incarceration is seen as normal and benevolent and helpful. Our feelings on the matter are not considered. We cannot possibly know what is best for us. What is a violation of most people’s rights is somehow “therapeutic” for us.

And you can be assured that the majority of these heroic defenders of people with disabilities are totally cool with psychiatric incarceration - if they’ve even thought about it at all. They’ll argue with ppl with medical and psych trauma about why forced treatment, police welfare checks, institutionalization, forced sterilization, denial of medical treatment due to some doctor deciding our “quality of life” isn’t good enough to be worth the effort in saving our lives - are all very good policies that are very good for disabled people. We are always assumed to be a burden on someone else. There can never be any joy in a relationship with us - our insistence on continuing to exist is so selfish. In Canada, disabled people are so compassionately offered the “choice” to be euthanized. Endless sympathy - hearts go out to parents who kill their disabled kids.

Enforced poverty, criminalized homelessness, where in the fuck is someone who is paid $800 a month and not allowed to have more than $2000 to their name supposed to exist?

These problems are real, they’re terrifying, and they are unequivocally unjust - so how is it helpful in any way for our “allies” to hyper focus on problematic language as a means of indulging their power/control urges while still upholding, supporting, and even being complicit in violent ableist oppression?

And still worse, these allies are so convinced of their own benevolence that they will not listen to criticism. They insist that they cannot possibly be ableist, that they do not have an ableist bone in their body, that they are 100% free from any ableist attitudes because they blocked that person who said the R-word on Facebook.

If you haven’t given a second thought to the liberation of people with intellectual, developmental, cognitive, and psychiatric disabilities, then you haven’t bothered putting in even the most basic effort towards genuine allyship and if you want to do better, please stfu and listen to us for a change.

[asshlyyyy]

On The Fourth Day of Christmas

Day 3 | Day 5

Usually I talk about something right before the beginning of the fic, but I am making these in bulk to be in my drafts, so you will still little by little that these kind of disappear? 

I really like writing these shorting fics because then I have time to write more, but I also feel like there should be more added. Doing this series is teaching me that its okay to write short things. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (I think), Little Naughty Talk, Spelling and Grammatical Errors most likely 

Word Count: 945

There were a lot of birds that were mentioned in this song. Just think about it, you had the partridge in a pear tree. Two turtle doves, three French hens, four calling birds, six geese of laying, and seven swans swimming. Did the person who wrote this have a weird obsession with birds? They clearly had to.

You were pretty sure you bought out the shop's bird collection. Day four was relatively easy and there was not much work that needed to be done. Now, this one might be a little bit of a miss. You were tied between two options. There were multiple phones in this house. Now, the first option was to have four bids at four phones on a call. The other option has to have the four birds crowded around one phone.

You decided to go for the first option, mostly because it was going to be a surprise each time. When you find your first bird it would be weird. Then you find a second... and a third... and then a fourth. In the end, it came to four calling birds on the same call with each other. 

You were currently in the bedroom setting up the last bird when Elvis walked into the room. "Darlin' I- what are ya doing?"

"Setting up day four." You replied as you got the phone in a decent enough position.

"Why are ya takin' the phones off the receiver?"

"I just answered that question." You looked up at him. Elvis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and shook his head.

"Ya can't just take all the phones off the receiver. Then we'll never receive calls." He pointed out to you as he placed the phone back on the receiver. You gasped lightly and slapped his hand away.

"We have multiple phones in this house. The bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, your jungle room, your weird studio slash office... do I need to go on? You can afford four phones off the receiver." You folded your arms against your chest.

Elvis let out a sigh and shook his head. He knew you were right. He just found it inconvenient, because he now had to walk a further distance to answer the phone. There have been plenty of times when you wanted to throw the bedroom phone out the window. However, you knew it was for safety purposes.

"Fine fine, you're right." He sighed and watched as you put the phone back in position. 

"Did you need me for something?" You asked as you looked up at him.

"I wanted to know where ya put the wrapping paper. I gotta wrap ya gifts." He asked his original question from before. 

"I thought we said no presents?" You raised your eyebrow at him.

"Then why are there presents addressed to Elvis from Y/n?" He brought it back at you. You narrowed your eyes at him and let out a hmpf. You stood up and walked over to the ceiling ladder that lead to the attic. You pointed up towards it. 

"How did you even reach that?"

"With a lot of will and power. It should be in a container marked with wrapping paper. Have fun breaking your back." You smirked gently and walked away. You heard Elvis whine.

The attic didn't have high walls, in fact, it had zero walls. It was after all an attic. It was the space underneath the roof. It is where you guys stored all your decorations. Halloween, Christmas, Easter, and among other things you didn't need on the daily or weekly. 

The attic was no place for a man of Elvis' height. In fact, it was perfect for someone of your height. Now, that did not mean that you didn't grow in pain from the countless minutes you've spent bent over or crawling. It was a terrible place to be, but you went through the pain several times a year. To gain satisfaction, and to give it a nice clean.

You sat down on the couch and wondered how you were going to do on day five. It was the most basic one out of all of them. Five golden rings? Now you wanted to be creative, and maybe you wouldn't fully know the answer until it was the next day, but you were far from wanting to spend a lot of money on golden rings. 

You looked over at the fully decked-out Christmas tree and smiled. Next year there will be more gifts. How? Well, Elvis loved to spoil you and vice versa. It was always a competition, and every year there were more and more presents. However, you had a feeling that next year it would be something different.  

"Now now lil missy, I know you did not just come down here to get a pick at your Christmas presents." You heard Elvis as he set down the container of wrapping paper. You chuckled lightly and shook your head.

"I came down here to think, not peek. I am not a toddler." If you were being honest, the thought completely flew out of your brain. You forgot he was going to wrap your presents and you simply came down to spend time with your husband. 

"Well-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley if you finish that sentence I will smack ya." You replied. Elvis chuckled in response and walked over to you.

"I can think of a better spot to smack." He said with a smirk on his face. You gasped and pushed him away.

"You dirty boy." You shook your head with a cheeky smile on your face. 

"Always," He wrapped you up in his arms and pressed multiple kisses around your face.

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[mauthings]

More (Common) Lisp complaints

Because they are like those people selling financial freedom.

Lisp feels so irrelevant in game dev (desktop, non-mobile). C++ dominates this field. Flash successors plenty abound. XNA alternatives all around. Even Java is there. But where is Lisp?

Naughty Dogs

FF7

Kandria

...?

Let's be honest. These are not success stories. These list feels more like they use Lisp because they are extremely familiar with it. The fact that Naughty Dogs used Lisp doesn't mean Lisp is viable - it just means they have built extensive tooling around it; it is their secret sauce, and they will not share it (it is their rice bowl after all). No games or companies (on the Sony platform) before or after them used Lisp in a major way. It is probably not practical.

And furthermore, with the explosion of indie gaming some time ago, no notable Lisp games was released. Lisp is supposed to be the secret weapon for single developers or small teams - yet I see none of it.

On performance, it is said that Lisp can be 1.5-3x performance of C, and there are even claims that it can go faster than C because the compiler + runtime are included. Now, on the "faster than C part", it's quite hard to believe, when Java with tons of engineering work, finds it quite hard to be on par with C.

Now, that being said, I present my pet peeves.

Lisps might need a lot of effort to reach "close-to-C" speed. Java can have moderately decent programmers with low to moderate effort, and produce "close-to-C" speed. That is the true achievement of Java in my opinion. I don't have to be damn fucking smart or spend a lot of time to achieve great performance, memory safety, easy-to-read code, and more, with just higher memory usage. And these days, I suspect it is even lower than SBCL if you limit memory and use parallel GC. That is a feat that is hard to beat.

What about C++? Lisp can reach "close-to-C" speed. There are claims that Lisps can beat C in speed because of compiler + runtime. Those are only claims. C++ has already beat C in performance, with zero overhead, using a poor mans macro (C++ template) https://stackoverflow.com/a/18004168.

On to the word "tooling", Lisp developers consider tooling as the ability to extend the language, create constructs that are simply not possible in other languages. In the rest of the world, tooling means... tooling.

Like the macro LOOP. If this is tooling, then it is a fucking monstrosity. We all have limited mental capacity. If my program is going to have multiple LOOP-like mental usage, well.. fuck me.

Toolings are like.. IDEs. And sometimes they are so damn good it is not even funny. But the most important thing they do is to reduce your mental load, by being as smart as possible. Tooling does the work, you do the coding. I sometimes wonder if IDE users realize you can do 99.9% of the same things with... | Hacker News (ycombinator.com)

And since I like Java, I will just say some things. Java the language is hilariously weak compared to Lisp, but the runtime, ecosystem, tooling, everything far outshines current Lisps. And the Java language are clearly designed by level-headed geniuses - at least they never claim that Java is the best full stop. Well, I consider them geniuses when I read Brian Goetz, Aleksey Shipilëv, or Ron Pressler when it comes to Java.

And while there is a saying that Java needs a state-of-the-art GC because of all the garbage it produces.. well it is also because of this GC that you can have highly performant code with mediocre code, that won't blow your memory.

The funny thing is that from a purely technological point of view, Java (even th... | Hacker News (ycombinator.com)

JVM Anatomy Quark #11: Moving GC and Locality (shipilev.net)

Java is better than C++ for high speed trading systems | Hacker News (ycombinator.com)

A few more links to show why I feel these people are so delusional. If only they were more pragmatic

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=37458188

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=35006777 and https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=35006777&p=2, search for lisp

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=37308747 and https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=37308747&p=2, search for lisp

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Now that The Fat Man’s finished zeroing out all the registers, let’s get back to being creatively mean to everyone!

Aries 

These winter nights are for you to enjoy - with the food and the music and the drink and the stars and the lack of insects outside… except now that the temperatures are into the Fahrenheit 50’s there ARE some insects coming out to get you. You could have enjoyed the cold nights with hot cocoa and blankets, but you thought it was too much trouble. Now you have hot cocoa, stars, and black flies. You passed on your chance. Good job. This week become a bat rehabilitator.

Taurus 

What can we say except, congratulations on being on YouTube this holiday season. We’d all like to know how Mark Rober convinced you to be an extra in his “GlitterBomb 5.0 Vs. Porch Pirates” video. Look, we know you are innocent until proven guilty, and that one picture is worth a thousand words, but hearing you sniff and retch when the skunk spray fired off? That was method acting at its best! Well Done! This week, invest in food service sized cans of tomato soup.  

Gemini  

Super-Naughty Requested. Super-Naughty Delivered. We heard Santa was late getting to the rest of his delivery stops after visiting your place. So we have to ask, was he the best Three-Tenths of a second you’ve ever had? Was it worth it, getting stuffed like a French Eclair? Nice going, you homewrecker!   

Cancer Moon-Child 

This week you’ll need to replace your good flashlight. Yeah, that 5-battery MagLight you love so much? Yeah, the last time you used it was the Obama Administration… the FIRST Obama administration, and now the batteries have leaked and welded themselves to the inside casing. Nope, don’t bother trying to get them free. It’s a lost cause. Just buy a new one and take better care of your toys. 

Leo 

People on social media might give you a thumbs-up, but do they really feel that way about what you post? Try this: make a post, an intentionally funny post, and direct it at someone you’re actually with. See if they post “LOL”, and if they aren’t actually laughing, you’ll know that those friends are as fake as the recycled photons on your monitor. This week, stop trying to be funny so you can remain in ignorance.

Virgo 

Yeah, turns out that “Try Harder Roller Skater” video WAS you from three years ago. The dead giveaway was the vintage Jordache jeans you squeezed yourself into. This week get your coccyx re-checked for fractures and your self-esteem for similar cracks. OH! And get rid of those Jordaches and get some good Levis 503’s instead. 

Libra 

Orange Juice is your friend this week. Yes you can add champagne or vodka to it, but really what else is there to spike it with? Any dairy is likely to curdle, mixing wine and orange drink isn’t worth it, and other spirits just don’t taste right. This week, stick to frozen orange juice concentrate as a dessert. 

Scorpio 

Hey! Look. About that whole “Trivia Night” suggestion? Sorry, we know you’re more reclusive than that. But we wanted you to, maybe, get out, be around people, and maybe win some money. It’s OK if you don’t want to be around all those people at once. Truth be told, we don’t like being around most of those people either. So this week buy an old copy of “You Don’t Know Jack” and spend a weekend night playing with yourself.   

Sagittarius 

I have a request to be mean to you Archers, so here we go. Captain Archer of the NX-01 Enterprise was the WORST Starship Captain ever! Archers are the worst D&D class because once an enemy is inside their effective firing range they’re useless at hand-to-hand mele. The TV series “Archer” sucks because it started on FX, then moved to FXX, and STILL hasn’t helped launch the FX-X-X TV Network! And Sagittarius? You’re worse than all of them put together. We don’t know HOW yet, but we’ll find out. By this time next year, Santa’s gunna leave you room temperature oranges in your Christmas Stockings!  

Capricorn 

Trying to make your own wind generator like we suggested was kind of an assumption on our part that you understood how to build electronics safely. Let’s leave aside that your soldering skills are subpar and that your wire coil wrappings aren’t even. Of ALL the YouTube electronics channels you could have picked, Why Did You Pick “ElectroBoom”?! When you want to do engine work on your car do you haul out a Super-Dave cassette? This year don’t visit Radio Shack! 

Aquarius

We appreciate you more than you might realize. Seriously, you’re good people. And that’s why we’re going to tell you to answer every phone call that comes through for you this week. But only answer with, “AJAX Mortuary - where Deathliness is next to Godliness. Will you be Dropping Off or picking up a Slab Tab today?” You’ll get a laugh and they’ll never call your phone again!

Pisces  

You need to be more aware of how you test your body’s current limits. Yes you could run half-a-mile in five minutes when you were in middle school… but Newsflash! You’re not a teenager anymore. Start with something easier, like Mall Walking. Yeah! You’re old enough now where Mall Walking is a viable and expected form of exercise. So enjoy walking past the hulked remains of Babbages, KB Toys, and Lord & Taylor, and look forward to the Summer Bod you’ve always wanted.  

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

[pinkanonwrites]

OK CONSIDER

Reader who's real similar to Bayonetta (real promiscuous and confident and just- mommy-) just messing with the dorm leaders (or whoever you think would have the most fun reaction) by being real flirty ofc-

Fem!Reader, teasing, not quite NSFW

Riddle starts turning red simply by being in your general proximity. And how could he not?! You're just so- so crass! And the threats of scolding or collaring you only serve to give you more ammunition to throw back in his face, taunting him to not "threaten you with a good time."

He's never been flirted with in his life, so you're really going from zero to a hundred with this poor guy. Your overt and unabashed sexuality leaves him absolutely reeling in your wake, often left stammering and furiously red after you drop one too many perverse one-liners.

Despite your near-constant teasing of him, Riddle also can't help but recognize the kind of person you are beneath the flirtatious remarks and, ahem, powerful poses. He's seen glimpses of your kindness shimmer through the showy exterior, and despite your bombastic personality completely clashing with his he can't find it in his heart to genuinely dislike you.

Equal parts scared and aroused. Scaroused? Confident, dominant women are common in his homeland, so you don't surprise him by any means. But your presence and demeanor is just so commanding that Leona can't help but stand up a little straighter when you're in the same room, despite himself.

He's able to meet you blow-for-blow pretty well when it comes to flirting and naughty remarks, though. He tends to keep his a little more covert, murmured softly to you when no one's paying attention. He can be pretty shameless himself, though he still doesn't fully match your intensity.

Leona more prefers to sit back and watch you fluster others than to be the object of your attention himself. You talk circles around your fellow classmates with ease, and he'll chuckle to himself from a safe distance while you leave the boys of NRC dizzy and flustered in your wake.

You throw him off of his usual rhythm so incredibly easily, it's actually hilarious. Barely a few words need to pass your lips before the normally nonchalant merman is flushing red up to the tips of his ears. Jade and Floyd find these reactions utterly hilarious, much to Azul's chagrin.

Your flirting always seems to start up the same train of thoughts in Azul's mind. Humiliation first, then self-deprecating when he comes to the thought that you couldn't possibly mean all those naughty things you say, not about him of all people. If you ever insist that you do mean them, however, that's when you'll unveil a new level of flustered Azul, stuttering, hand-wringing, unable to keep eye contact with you without bursting out into a rosy blush.

Part of him wants to try and trick you into a contract to help drum up more interest in the Lounge, but another part of him refuses to go through with the idea. Primarily because he knows you're smart enough to figure him out, but also because he doesn't want to have to see you flirting with all of the usual guests (instead of just himself.)

Drop a few lines on Kalim and he'll start giggling and kicking his feet like a school girl, twirling his hair around the point of his finger. He's really weak to your lines, not in the sense of falling apart in embarrassment, but more in the sense that if you asked him to jump off a bridge in that moment he'd probably do it.

Despite all the utterly inappropriate things that could come out of your mouth at any given time, Kalim is most delighted when you call him 'cute' or any variant of the word. It makes him feel all bubbly inside, like he can't help but wriggle around in place because otherwise how else is he gonna let all the excitement out? He's putty in the palm of your hand at this point.

He's not the best with flirty lines, but Kalim is incredibly physically affectionate. So in lieu of him matching you on that front be prepared to be bombarded with hugs and snuggles, nose nuzzles and featherlight kisses on the back of your hand. This is just how he shows his affection, the same way you show yours with your flirty lines.

The first few times you openly flirt with him Vil assumes it's because of his status, and that does leave a pretty rough first impression. Once he gets it in his head that "Oh, you're just like that." His image of you becomes just a touch less harsh. Though he'll still call you utterly classless for being able to say such crude things in public though.

Secretly, when he's sure he's by himself, Vil plays back all the cheesy and flirtatious lines you've fed him over the course of the day in his head, feeling embarrassed by how giddy they make him. Even if you can be utterly crass in your choice of words, you're still feeding Vil the admiration and validation he so desperately craves, and he can't help but feel all flustered in the head about it.

You'll probably never know he feels that way unless he makes the decision to tell you though, because Vil's able to put a wall of stone up between his internal emotions and his outward appearance. Did you calling him sexy make him feel just a bit weak in the knees? Well, if it did, he's never going to admit it to you.

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Boy, you though Riddle and Azul were bad about getting flustered around you? Idia actively tries to run away whenever he sees you, because he knows an encounter with you is something his poor, gamer heart just can't take.

You can get about 2-3 words into a flirtatious line before Idia genuinely just starts to scream, hands over his hears 'lalalalala I can't hear you' levels of trying to block you out. Even the beginning of a line is enough to send his mind racing, would he even be able to handle hearing you say the rest of it?

The only time he may seem like he's able to keep himself together is when the two of you are texting. Even though he's blushing and kicking his feet and squealing on the other side of the phone, occasionally he can pull himself together enough to send a text back that may or may not be enough to raise an eyebrow. Only when he's feeling brave though!

Malleus doesn't get flustered so much by your words, but he absolutely preens under your attention. It's obvious to anyone whenever Malleus has gotten to see you because there's a particular floatiness he gets after talking to you, like a tension has been removed from his shoulders. Your praise and perverted lines turn what most people assume to be a ferocious beast into a purring house cat.

Sebek thinks it must be some sort of magic or enchantment, how easily Malleus bends to you every whim. Witchcraft of some sort or another, he insists. In reality, Malleus is just so utterly smitten for you that if you asked him to pull the moon down from the sky he'd transform in a second and start flying up there.

He's the most vocal about not liking to see you flirt with other guys. He has no shame about it too, if he sees you acting the way you do with him with someone else he'll quickly monopolize your attention, making sure your eyes are on him and him alone. "Your words are mine and mine alone, are they not?"

[hoonichi]

kinktober ‘22 - day six

pairing: fem!reader x intak

words: 732

warnings: mirror sex, dirty talking, usage of baby nicknames, ? that’s all me thinks

a/n: let’s ignore the fact that i missed day five, let’s also ignore that today should be day nine, i have zero motivation

tags: @tanzju & @v0relino <3

kinktober ‘22 masterlist

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“look at yourself,“ intak growls into your ear, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck. his fingers move up the side of your neck, till he reaches your chin, roughly grasping at your skin forcing you to tilt your head so you can‘t look anywhere other than into your reflection in the mirror, that covers up most of the wall, “look how pretty you look, all stuffed up with my cock“ intak smirks, lowering his head onto your shoulder, while watching the act unfold.

honestly, if you could, you would, but you can barely keep your eyes open from the intense feeling that is intak’s cock driving crazily into you. even so, watching yourself get ruined is making you feel more flustered than before. this newly found position has been already so naughty in the first place.

intak has been thrusting his cock into you, holding your legs open wide and refusing to let them go, proud thoughts of having you under his control being the only thing in his mind. intak wants to ruin you, absolutely fuck your brains out and how else would you know that other than intak showing you?

you reluctantly watch the ruined mascara running down your cheeks, all your preparation for a date with intak going down the drain. your eyes lock with intak’s in the mirror, “won’t look?” he cocks an eyebrow at you, “i can easily make you, you know..”

you shake your head and give in, knowing that intak won’t hesitate to do everything in his power if you refuse. you break the eye contact and slowly look down the mirror. you can see everything; the way intak’s cock moves in and out, and the way you’re clenching around him, some of your juices running down your legs.

the mirror makes everything look more erotic. and you can’t help but moan out loud at that.

intak scoffs in a mocking manner, “does this turn you on baby? you’re getting so fucking wet,”

all you can do is just nod your head. even if it’s embarrassing, you can’t help but feel some kind of way, “keep watching baby, i want you to remember this forever”

with that intak becomes feral, driving his hips into yours, enjoying the way loud and strained moans leave your throat. he grips your legs harder, not wanting to let you fall and rams his cock in and out, making loud squelching sounds every time it meets with your pussy.

“t-too much! inta-aak please!,” you throw your head back on his shoulder, not getting a single minute to catch up on your breaths.

“i told you to watch yourself,” intak growls, voice so deep it makes you instantly look up again.

it even begins to look like the mirror is getting foggy itself. no wonder though, both of your haste breaths been filling up the room for awhile now. soon you begin to lose yourself. it’s all getting too much for you to handle. your legs hurt from being held up for so long and you whine out from the pain.

“fuck, fine,” intak groans out, dropping your legs but pushing you forward instead. you fall down but manage to steady yourself with your arms. intak grabs your legs and makes you kneel before ramming his cock back into you which makes you scream. he’s balls deep again except now you’re being fucked in doggy style.

intak doesn’t waste a moment to grip your hair and force your head up. you look straight into the mirror and the only thing you can see is the way intak is pushing into you, his thrusts hard and fast.

you cry out when his cock hits that one particular spot. it was a bad idea to do so because now intak keeps thrusting continuously into it after hearing your expressive moans.

his hands grip the soft flesh of your waist, “i will cum soon baby” he warns you in advance and all you can do is just nod. you’re nearing your orgasm too.

few more thrusts and intak is cumming, letting out the hottest groans you’ve ever heard. you follow right after him, not being able to hold yourself up anymore and collapsing on the floor. intak still keeps on thrusting into you, this time slowly as if milking out everything that’s left.

he pulls himself out and then slaps your ass with a chuckle, “you did great baby”

[delirious-donna]

Love Hurts [Manjiro Sano]

Oct. 21 - Sano Manjiro aka Mikey (Bonten timeline) x female reader

Your boyfriend was the most loving man, most of the time, but sometimes he was the meanest person walking this Earth and he was going to make you cry from the venom he'd spout.

warnings: degradation, mean Mikey, petting in front of others, being called a slut, manhandling, orgasm denial, assisted masturbation, rough blowjob, gagging, unprotected sex, window sex

Masterlist

"You're the light of my life."

"The only person that keeps me out of the darkness."

"I don't know what I'd do without you…"

All claims made time and again by the man that you looked up to above all others. If he were the starless, midnight sky then you were the moon that hung ever-present. Mikey was the love of your life, the constant in a turbulent world that threw every kind of trauma into his path. It wasn't fair, it shouldn't be this difficult for one man, but you hoped that your devotion lightened his load.

You eyed your reflection in the mirror, toes twisting on the tiled floor and your lower lip bitten with dried blood lining the plush flesh that had been glossed and shiny only hours ago. The soft lilac dress mocked you, it was your favourite - his favourite - and you had worn it, especially for him.

~

It had been a mistake and you knew that now.

The very second your eyes met Manjiro's seated behind his desk, you had known it was a bad day. There was no way you could've known earlier; this morning you had roused him from his slumber in the same way as every other morning. Having to coax him back to consciousness as his face attempted to burrow further into his pillow and the arm hooked around your middle only tightened like a vice.

From the sleepy-eyed, yawning and affectionate lover he had transformed into the dark-eyed, cold and mean criminal boss that took no shit and had zero mercy for anyone. What had transpired to provoke such a stark change? You didn't know and wouldn't until he opened up to you - if he even would do so.

It had been meant as a surprise, a visit to his office to cheer him up and perhaps indulge in some naughty and highly inappropriate shenanigans, but that had been scuppered by the grim expression that turned Manjiro's face cruel.

The way his gaze had raked your appearance, and not in the lustful way you had hoped for but with vehement scorn - well, it had hurt. His finger lifted to beckon you from where you were frozen on the spot mere inches in the doorway.

Now, the almost sympathetic and uncharacteristic expression on Sanzu's face made sense as you had given him a small wave hello on your way towards Manjiro's office. He nodded in reply, his eyes sliding towards the door you were heading for and a slight frown tugging his brow down.

Forcing you to seat yourself upon the edge of his desk, a harsh palm spread your thighs, snapping the hem of your knee socks and only raising a smile when you winced at the snapback against your plush flesh.

"Whose attention are you trying to gain today, hmm?"

Manjiro's cold words had sent the lead weight from your stomach to your toes, there was a dangerous edge to his voice. The shake of his head when you tried desperately to assure him that you were here for him and no one else, the defiant jut of his lip and the fingertips that pushed further into the fat of your ass.

"I doubt that. I wonder who it is that you've got an eye on and what exactly should I do about it?"

You endured being posed upon his lap for the next hour as he took a business meeting with three men you didn't recognise. It was embarrassing, mortifying even, the way they watched as Manjiro's hand crept steadily towards the apex of your thighs before quickly moving their eyes away. The dark chuckle that he offered in response and the shifting feet of both Sanzu and Kakucho who stood against the opposing wall.

"You can look, she wants to be admired like an attention-seeking slut."

Your cheeks had burned with shame, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you couldn't deny that you were becoming aroused by how mean he was treating you. How possessive he was acting with those darn hands of his, exploring your curves as he continued to talk business like he wasn't feeling you up.

That first breathy moan that you had tried to stifle, really you had, was the last straw. You were pushed from his knee, catching yourself on the corner of his desk seconds before you would have tumbled to the floor and stared back into a face that was expressionless.

“I’ll see you later… don’t you dare change.”

With those words thrown at you like acid tipped blades, you strode for the door with your head held as high as you could manage. You refused to meet the uncomfortable stares of his second and third in command, instead, choosing to slam the door hard enough that it rattled in its hinges and damn the consequences.

~

Now, as you gazed at your reflection, your bottle had crashed and you were worried about the kind of man who was about to walk through the door. Whilst you never felt physically endangered by your man, he was nonetheless intimidating and you knew what he was capable of if pushed hard enough.

The front door slammed and a ripple of fear and something else shot from the top of your head right down and into your toes. A tendril of a sinful wish to be humiliated and talked down to washed over you and coated your complexion in a fierce heat.

You felt his presence before your eyes set their sights on his figure, the aura that surrounded him was overwhelming, intimidating and yet your soul answered his flare of power with a welcoming embrace.

Ash blond hair stole your attention, his bangs fell into those voidless eyes and his skin shone under the lights with all the luminance of a low-hanging moon. Dark circles pressed beneath his eyes and you longed to go to him, to soothe him in any way you could and share the burden with him, but it wouldn’t be welcomed - not right now.

Manjiro ignored you, his gaze pointedly fixed on the bed behind your knees as he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

“Touch yourself.”

You jerked as if the two words he spoke were physical blows to your cheek. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his shirt spread open to reveal the honed muscles that you adored to detail with your tongue.

He sighed, a palm rubbing down his face. “Did I fucking stutter? Touch yourself, you’ve dolled yourself up like a proper little whore so you may as well get yourself off,” he hissed.

Your chest flushed at the insinuation, but your hand shakily slid beneath your pretty dress. There was a damp spot on your panties, it had been growing since he had appeared, your heart was betraying the mean words he levelled at you.

“That’s it, touch that slutty little cunt. Bet it’s drenched already. Did you like being drooled over by every man in that room earlier?”

Manjiro was behind you before you even realised he had moved. His strong palm graced the slender column of your throat, fingers and thumb coiling around the sides and squeezing lightly.

“Did you want me to bend you over my desk and show them who you belong to? Who this,” his free hand forced your legs to widen as he cupped your sex and pressed your fingers deeper between your slick folds, “belongs to?”

“Mi-Mikey,” you rasped, letting your head fall against his shoulder with puffs of air passing through your parted lips.

“Calling me that, huh? And where did Manjiro go? You think you get to use that nickname freely? Guess again…”

He manipulated your hand, taking control of your digits and working them aggressively against your pulsing clit. The taut fabric of your panties burned friction into your soaked skin and you whined at the sensation.

“That's enough for you right now,” he stated whilst ripping away your hand and finishing the work on his pants. You felt the heat of his thick cock between your thighs, Manjiro slid himself back and forth as he held the flimsy skirt of your dress to the curve of your spine.

“Goddamn, you were made to please me, you know that right? The perfect pussy to take my cock. Such a slut that you couldn’t wait for me to come home, had to turn up in this slutty outfit and tempt me when I should be working. Flaunting yourself in front of men that have no fucking right to even gaze in your direction.”

His strokes increased as the heat in his voice intensified. Manjiro was fucking his cock between your clenched thighs, the thick ridge of his cockhead catching on your clit with each drag of his hips.

Suddenly, he clamped down on your throat, making you squeak or try to squeak in surprise, and then he was spinning you. Hands on your shoulders as he forced you to your knees and tapped his weeping dick on your lips.

He was a force to be reckoned with, the power of his mood bending you to his will and you could only submit to him. If Mikey was your God, the man you worshipped and adored, then Manjiro was your Devil, the man you feared but admired in sinful secret.

“Open up, suck it good and I'll let you cum on my cock… not that you deserve it.”

Mere seconds after your lips parted, Manjiro was fucking your face with fervour. One hand tangled into your hair and dictated your every movement, holding you so your nose brushed his pelvis and you choked on his cock.

Strands of thick saliva mixed with precum dripped from your chin, having oozed from the sides of your mouth. Gasping and crying from how roughly he was fucking your raw throat. There was no time for your tongue to flick at the veins lining his shaft, for your teeth to gently nip at the ridge of his mushroom tip or for your cheeks to hollow.

Manjiro grunted like a beast, caught between wanting to watch your face with its ruined mascara and fat tears and wanting to let his head fall back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

The worst of his mood seeped out of him, as if he were soothed by the feel of your mouth and how you took his dark side without flinching or looking truly scared. He’d never hurt you, never, never, never. The mantra rang through his head and suddenly he needed you - needed you so damn bad.

Strong hands hooked under your arms, pulling you into a strong naked chest. He hugged you, his embrace so tight that you might pop but before you could protest, your body was spun to face the floor to ceiling windows that showed the dazzling lights of the city.

The glass was cool against your hands and cheek, held against the surface whilst Manjiro manoeuvred you into the position he wanted. Your hips grew back, toes almost tripping over his feet as he planted himself directly between your spread thighs.

One swipe of his sticky cock against your slit and he was pressing into you, he was slow but continuous. There was no lazy back and forth to open you up to take his entirety, this was a languid drive until he was buried up to the hilt.

“Let me show the whole of the city who you belong to. I'd see it burn before I let someone else ever touch you...”

[reveluving]

the highlight of his day

summary: Maintaining academic excellence may be Beckett’s top priority, but he'll always make time for the person who matters most to him.

pairing: beckett harrington x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage) 

warnings: fluff, NSFW due to brief mentions of explicit sexual content, so minors DNI!, post-canon/Junior year

a/n: after my recent post, I thought this was the best way to channel my sadness! this is written in a reader insert-style, so it can be you or your OC as the MC we know! I just want y’all to join this Harrington love fest with me lol and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations​ with the prompts (Nice); "My favorite part of the day is seeing your face." & Coffee Shop.

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge​ using the prompts (Flufftober); Blushing & Promises.

'"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.' ;

“So, there are mermaids down here?” Much like the rest of the group, one of them was in awe at the fact that one; the chances of seeing merfolks around are low but never zero and two; the view overlooking the crystal-clear lake. The sunlight filtering in and reflecting from the bridge produced a scenic glow, much like the effects of the Golden Hour potion was tasked with just two years ago. 

He held onto that memory so dearly, and it wasn't only because of the extra credit he earned. 

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

Beckett shook his head as soon as he felt his face getting warmer at the thought. Instead, he refocused on the group of freshmen he was chaperoning. The way they marveled at the picturesque scenery and pointed at the striking corals below them had him puffing up with pride. They were also hoping to spot a shimmery fin swimming by. But he had to admit, even after years of being in Penderghast, the view was like no other. It gave passersby a brief sense of calm as they go about their day. 

So far, the tour was going pretty well; from his first-ever warning of the school’s statue and its constant lookout for Atuneless intruders to the school's high-end gallery that could give famous museums worldwide a run for their money. He wanted the tour to be exciting just as it was informative. 

“Yes, though even sightings of them remain rare. Not even the ones who have been here their entire academic years were lucky enough to see them, given the merpeople’s suspicion of mankind’s reputation for exploitation and the like.” Beckett responded with ease. 

“Have you seen a mermaid, Mr Harrington?” He expected the question but definitely not the title he was given, though he tried not to show his surprise over it. He thought about the question for a moment, their curiosity piquing as seconds passed. He fought a smile, recalling the day Pend Pal hung out by the lake when they were blessed with the rare opportunity. 

“I have. Just a glimpse of its tail but a one-of-a-kind experience nonetheless.” He didn’t bother mentioning the time they were lucky enough to visit Lake Tempetua thanks to Zeph and his bucket list. He may love the limelight for his achievements but he’d rather save himself the time. This was about Penderghast, after all, "So, there may be a chance that one of you might see, too. And please, don't call me Mr Harrington. I can assure you that my 20th Birthday is only months away." They all chuckled. 

If it wasn’t for Pend Pals, he would’ve never realized that his dry or witty humour, as some would put it, was what made Beckett… well, Beckett.

“Shall we proceed?” The tour continued with them crossing the bridge, their chatters growing louder when they soon realized they were heading to the stadium. But rather than being in awe of the sport or even the stadium itself, some had other priorities.

“I heard one of their Earth-Att's really really hot.” Beckett couldn't drown out the remark, unfortunately. Not especially when they shrilled in excitement right after. Still, he had seen this coming the second he thought of bringing them to the stadium. 

Tuneless or not, jocks would always be the it-subject to swoon after, it seemed. And by the same clique who didn't understand personal space. His personal space, no less. They stopped trying eventually, seeing how showed zero to no reaction to their attempts or were silenced by his well-known glare, but that didn't mean they'd stopped giving him the eye from time to time. 

At least the stadium truly exceeded the entire group’s expectations, with their oohs and ahhs and Beckett’s new favourite ‘it’s even bigger than the one in Gildegraive!’. He had a hunch that the tour was going to derail from its purpose for a while, and frankly, he didn’t mind because he, too, had his own motives for coming here. With the underclassmen more focused on the arena's interior, Beckett took his chance. Though, it didn't take long for his sharp eyes to find the one person he's been dying to see for months now. 

The Sun-Att. 

His Sun-Att.

In the middle of the arena, there you stood, next to Zeph as he animatedly talked over the players standing before him. Most likely about their progress or even new tactics for future matches. Griffin, too, chipping in whenever necessary or if Zeph had missed something along the way. Beckett knew he had no chance of turning back, seeing how he naturally was able to spot you right away and honestly, he didn’t mind it one bit. 

Beckett and the group were only a few steps away from the team when you, Zeph and Griffin gave your final words and called it a day. Considering how Zeph and Griffin had blocked you from noticing the newcomers, you were about to walk with those who dispersed in the other direction when Zeph pulled you back to his side by your shoulders.

“Look who’s here,” He grinned, “Seems like B-Boy couldn’t wait to see you any longer, and he brought company. Loads of them.”

You blinked, preparing to ask what he had meant when you finally noticed the new set of company. You were really ever able to scan through their faces before beaming at the sight of the tour guide himself. You approached the group with a bounce in your step, with Griffin and Zeph following closely.

“Beckett!” Just having you in front of him had easily become the highlight of his day. No amount of calls, phone or video-wise could ever top being in your presence in itself. No matter how many times he’s glared at his sister for teasing him of missing you whenever he was seen zoning out during their family vacation, they both knew she was right. Hell, even their parents had caught wind of it.

“So, a Sun-Att, I hear?” Beckett choked on his soup, widening his eyes at his mother’s question. His parents were clearly delighted, and he didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably both, because they were already joining the teasing train with Katrina from then on. 

Still, he meant what he said about bringing you with him to his travels one day, though he has yet to bring up meeting his family. Not yet, at least. For now, he was going to make up for lost time. None of you had the time to see each other since your return just days ago, with him being appointed by Professor Englund with the new students and you helping your team out with early preparations.

“I see you’ve made some new friends,” You peered over his shoulder, waving back at them as they finally realised who you were. If the way he greeted you with your name in a much softer tone didn’t give it away, then the symbol on your jersey definitely did, “It’s not every day we see the Beckett Harrington coming here willingly, other than to watch us win the championships.”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” 

“Well, I was just telling the freshmen about Penderghast’s continuous success in the leagues.”

“Yup, five times in a row, and hopefully it doesn’t end there!” Unbeknownst to Griffin, his toothy grin not only had ‘the clique’ squealing amongst themselves, but even the boys were extremely pumped just by the thought of being in the team. You've made room for Zeph to join, or rather, take your place in the conversation. While you love the game with your heart and soul, you knew Griffin and Zeph were better at marketing it. 

Hey, they were the ones who convinced you into joining the team, after all!

Soon, you were shoulder-to-shoulder with Beckett, minus the height difference, speaking to one another without looking away from the associating parties. 

“I meant what I said,” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “Seeing you here. I know we haven’t had the time, even though we’re both in the same building.”

“Hey, none of that.” He stopped you, “I should’ve at least stopped by your room as soon as I got here, but Professor Englund came to me the last minute and I—”

“Beckett,” You placed your hand on his bicep, running it up and down as a way to comfort him, “How about we both take the blame? It’s not even our first day and I’d rather not spend the precious time I have with my boyfriend talking about whose fault it is.”

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

“Fine, fine. We can save the headache for topics like Shreya’s endless plans with Serene and Sublime.”

“Or Professor Englund’s class, in a nutshell.” You both shared a laugh, forgetting your surroundings momentarily when you caught a new student pointing at something up top to his friend. You looked up in wonder, only to realise that they were so entranced by your familiar. Butterball had been gliding near the roof’s opening, where he basked in the sun since the end of practice rather than returning to the ether. 

Might as well make new friends, right?

“Butterball, come here, boy!” You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers at the lumian in an effort to grab his attention. The majestic serpentine stopped dead in his tracks, perking up when he realized it was you calling his name. His trill was loud enough to echo throughout the arena before diving headfirst towards your group. You’ve briefly forgotten that matured familiars weren’t common around campus, let alone a mega-evolved one like Butterball until the freshmen reacted apprehensively at his actual size and lightning speed. Some gasped while others tried to hide behind one another, though none of them fled, seeing how even Beckett wasn't moving.

As expected, Butterball had targeted Beckett, circling him from the bottom up before stopping right in front of him. Half of them staggered and swayed, unexpecting the gust of wind from his rapid moves.

“Hello to you too.” Beckett chuckled, returning his greeting with a couple of pets on the head. The coos released by your companion had brought the cautious students at ease, approaching him with less skepticism, "Everyone, meet Butterball. Her familiar.” He introduced the creature to them before motioning to you.

Butterball's feathers shook in excitement, nudging his head into the closest set of hands for pets. His cat-like behaviour instantly won their hearts, with some wanting to get a turn at giving him head scratches while the rest returned to Zeph and Griffin, eager to know more about the upcoming tryouts. 

"Do you mind if I borrow you for a sec?" Beckett raised his brows, more so intrigued than suspicious before calling out to them to take five. With their attention elsewhere, you slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining before dragging him to the side of the bleachers. The spot wasn't far from the students' peripheral vision but enough for some sort of privacy. 

He opened his mouth in hopes of asking if everything was alright when you crashed your lips against his. You heard his breath hitched but he returned the gesture just as quick, only for you to break the kiss before he could even deepen it.

Your forwardness was not expected, as evidenced by his wide eyes. But with this newfound spot, he thought 'fuck it'. Remaining professional may be his top priority but he only had so much self-control. He caught you by surprise when he took a hold of your hands, pulling you in for a longer, much more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling up the familiar material of his blazer while his very own held onto your hips. The second you felt his tongue prodding your bottom lip, your caresses turned to grips, slightly creasing his lapel in the process.

Upon hearing your little whines, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. Even with what was happening just a few feet away from you, the feeling of being in his arms after so long was too good to ignore. 

"What time will your practice end?" His eyes remained closed, fearing that he'd lose you just by opening them. 

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?" 

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.

"Beckett, my favorite part of the day is seeing your face. The second I saw you here, I immediately forgot how tired I was!" Your hands slipped upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to be closer to him than you thought possible, "Just having you by my side is already a treat in itself, no matter where we are or what we do."  

That’s what he love about you, amongst other reason, that is. How easy you were able to decipher your feelings into words and how he hopes to do the same for you. He may have his difficulties every once in a while but as a Harrington, you knew he wasn't going to back down from a challenge, and that is what you love about him.

"Then I'll make sure we'll make the most of it," He promised, "I'll stop by your room at six, get dressed by then." 

"Oh, bossy, aren't you?" You teased him, only to gape at his defense.

"And not once have I heard you complain about it," He leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Not especially when we're in bed," It was your turn to look away, knowing he had a smirk on his face when you failed to respond, "So obedient whenever I tell you to take your clothes off, having an absolute beauty lay underneath me." 

"Beckett…" You gulped, always taken aback by this side of him.

"You have my word." The meaningful smile on his face was hard to resist, and just as you savoured the moment, Zeph's voice rang out.

"Hey, lovebirds! Sorry to interrupt but the captain's gonna need his star player ASAP!" You and Beckett looked at each other before sharing a laugh, your face growing hot whereas Beckett was no different, clearing his throat as if it was going to help with the way he blushed.

"After you." Ever the gentleman. You thanked him with a playful curtsy and headed back to the group, your boyfriend tagging along seconds after. The knowing looks on Griffin and Zeph's faces accompanied by the giggles and oohs of the freshmen had you wishing you could use your Super Speed spell and get the heck out of there. 

"Right, I hope you all learned a lot about Thief and had fun with Butterball but we should really continue," Beckett stroked the lumian's cheek, only to call your name, "Do you mind if we visit the Sun-Att Room before we conclude our tour? Just so they know what it looks like on the inside." 

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

"Be my guest! I'll let Atlas and Dean Swan know about it, just in case," You showed him an 'okay' sign before waving with Griffin and Zeph as the group departed, "Welcome to Penderghast, by the way!" 

"So… Mind telling me where we're going?" It’s been hours since the tour and just ten minutes since Beckett’s arrival at your doorstep. You were just about ready when he knocked on your door, opening it to find Beckett offering you a single Dreamshade flower. 

The number of times this man has made you feel fuzzy should not be healthy at this point. 

"Why spoil the surprise when I can just bring you there?" He turned the knob that led to Penn Square, filling you with anticipation as to what he had in mind. Walking hand in hand, you took in your surroundings; from Aster’s shop to the local bookstore, plus the familiar faces you’ve passed by. As the turn you both took became apparent, you turned to him in excitement. 

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” As if the universe heard you, you and Beckett coincidentally reached your destination; Cafe Sirene. The very coffee shop that held both your favorite treats and valuable memories. 

“Surprised?” 

“Not at all,” He held the door open for you, joining you to greet the staff behind the counter. Both of you ordered the usual; a slice of Raspberry Reverie and some hot chocolate before moving over to the window seat. 

“Have you stopped by the shop since we last saw each other?” He asked you before taking a sip of his drink.

“I did once! Atlas and I were craving something sweet and we just bought tons to try at home,” Hearing you talk about your time with your family was always thrilling. The sparkle in your eyes as you recalled them one by one. Stroganoff Sundays with Atlas and your mother, movie nights with foster parents, lazy days with Butterball and Navi. It was the least you deserve, considering the hardships you had gone through since your first year, “But y’know, it doesn’t beat coming here with you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck upon hearing your confession.

“But what about you? Anything interesting happened while you were in France?”

“Well, if you think visiting over five art galleries within two days is interesting, then sure,” He shrugged nonchalantly, only to hide his smile behind the cup, “But, personally, I’d say your beauty is just as mesmerizing as the art I’ve seen there.”

None of you had the time to react when you heard a chorus of squeals and giggles coming from the kitchen. Both of you turned to the source of the sound, only to find a handful of the staff, including the chef, eavesdropping behind the door. Seeing your eyes on them, they retreated, with one of them even let out a small, high-pitched scream. You hid your face, only to peek through your fingers and see Beckett covering his mouth, sharing your embarrassment. He looked anything but annoyed though, and with his free hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” You nodded, and the shyness you both had slowly disappeared. Your conversation went on smoothly as you fed each other the cake, all while watching the sunset and returning to your dorm with big smiles and high hopes for the future together.

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