#she is most definitely ideal

[dailykugisaki]

Day 355 | id in alt

I was out here just "Wow I should color this so they know I'm gonna put air Jordans on Kugisaki Nobara fortnite tomorrow" then I didn't and just slapped some random shit on. She looks nice though.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Love how we can all agree that, while never explicitly talked about, it’s awful suspicious that the two bats Talia had heavy influence over both tried to kill Tim.

[al-mayriti]

i spent all morning looking for the cheapest ways to get to venice next monday and i feel like i've cracked the code or something i think i got it

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

One of the best analyses of this movie, and specially Ariel as a character and what she represents, I've listened to so far.

[somarysueme]

So, tattoo shop AUs are really popping off lately and personally I love it. What’s more romantic than bleeding for art? Nothing!

But as someone married to a tattoo artist, I have been experiencing some mild She Wouldn’t Say That regarding tattoo culture. So here’s a few quick tips that may help inform your AU. With a grain of salt for my mostly-second-hand knowledge:

NO ONE REPUTABLE SHOP WILL TATTOO A DRUNK PERSON. EVER. or even a person they suspect of any kind of inebriation. This is not just for Regret reasons, but also because alcohol is a blood thinner. If someone is on an acute dose of blood thinners, you generally do not want to stab them dozens of times per second.

Maybe this is regional, but in my experience most tattoo places don’t call themselves parlors anymore. It has a kind of seedy vibe. I see shop or studio a lot but rarely parlor.

Most tattoo artists are hot, yes, but none are as hot at my wife

Tattooing janks up your hands. Sometimes in a RSI way but definitely in a changing-gloves-every-five-minutes-fucks-up-your-skin way.

Artists themselves are rarely if ever employees of the shop. They will be independent contractors who pay the shop either a cut of their sales or rent on their station like a hair dresser. They are also (usually) responsible for taking care of their own supplies, tools, etc. except for the stencil printer. What kind of dweeb would have their own stencil printer?

There is always a line for the stencil printer. Always.

Artists generally spend orders of magnitude more time working on art, replying to emails, doing consults, etc compared to time with their needles in skin.

A typical schedule for an artist might be: wake up at noon and guzzle half her body weight in coffee, one appointment from 1-4, and another from 6-9. Home to eat one (1) real meal at 10 pm. Drawing until 5 am. This is good for her actually and good for our marriage and she’s so healthy all the time.

An ideal shop receptionist needs to be friendly, knowledgeable, and encouraging. They also need to be willing to get out the baseball bat that is kept behind the counter.

If a shop has to choose between “good people skills” and “will promptly rebuff Nazis and the obviously inebriated” the later is often a more important consideration.

At any given moment in any given shop there’s going to be at least one apprentice or someone bumming around hoping to be taken on as an apprentice. They spawn on tic and this feature cannot be disabled.

Again I can not overstate how hot my wife is

[kissingwookiees]

my dad my whole little life: most cops have overinflated senses of self importance and they are not your friends. do not talk to a cop without a lawyer present. don’t trust ‘em.

me, as an adult: yeah acab

my mom: noooo nooooo where did you learn this nooooo

[kianamaiart]

🌟KIANAMAIART FAQ🌟

FAQ wahoooo!!

GENERAL QUESTIONS

Who are you?

I'm Kiana, I'm a queer, Japanese Jamaican woman, and a Director/Storyboard artist who works in animation. I'm currently at Disney Television Animation.

What are your pronouns?

I usually go by she/her but I don't really mind any pronouns~

Where did you go to school?

California College of the Arts (but I dropped out when I was hired at Disney)

How did you get hired at Disney?

My bosses found me on twitter. They liked my drawing style and asked if I wanted to take a storyboard test. I did, I passed, I got interviewed and moved to LA two weeks later to start storyboarding.

Your work seems familiar. What do I know you from?

I've been on the internet for a long time! It could be a number of things. As maimai97 on dA I had a comic about next gen Pokemon characters called Pokemon 25 Years Later. As kilala97 I had some popular next gen ponies and also had a Steven Universe gemsona named Larimar. I'm also @yamujiburo, known most for drawing Jessie x Delia (hanamusa) a lot. I also work professionally! I've worked as a storyboard artist and director on Disney Channel's Big City Greens, I was a storyboard artist on one of the Steven Universe anti-racism shorts and I was a storyboard artist on Pokemon: Path to the Peak. Most recently I've been on season 6 of Dropout's Game Changer!

What program and brush do you use to draw?

Default brush in Storyboard pro. Photoshop sometimes just for compositing or specific effects.

PPPIDWTBAMG QUESTIONS

What is this project?

This is a project that started off as a silly idea that has since grown into me creating a 10 minute pilot animatic.

When and where can I watch the pilot!?

Now and right here!

What would this series be rated?

Ideally like PG13/TV14! Or whatever they call it. Definitely more geared to a YA audience. Not completely kiddy but also not what most people would consider adult animation to be

What are you planning to do with the project now that the pilot has released?

Don't know yet! There has been a lot of studio interest and even offers, so I'm in the process of talking with them and seeing if I can find this show a home or if I want to try doing it on my own or if I want to even continue with it at all. I know you guys are curious, but even if I wanted to tell you I couldn't. Just trust that I will make announcements as they come~

You said Aika had teammates, will we see them?

Because of the studio interest and potential for more of this show, there's some stuff I'm still holding close to my chest. This is one of them.

Do the characters have parents??

Zira does! As for Aika and Eclipse, this is something I'm still developing and don't really know myself haha

What are the characters' sexualities?

Don't know right now. Headcanon away!

What Pokémon would each cast member have?

Here you go!

Is "Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars" a reference to that vine?

Nope! It's more so a parody for just really long and redundant titles which I love. Similar to the title of this project, which is called "Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl"

[arolesbianism]

Decided to update my Dr. Holland suspects list. I'm still leaning towards Dr. Holland being none of them, but for what it's worth Rowan is the the only unmentioned male character that isn't too old looking to fit the bill

[sunderwight]

KPop Demon Hunters theory on the Honmoon & Rumi's powers:

Okay so I am like 75% sure that Celine was full of shit when she said that the Golden Honmoon would remove Rumi's patterns. Rumi seems to be a largely unprecedented hybrid so it's far more likely that Celine herself doesn't know what will happen to her when the Honmoon is fully sealed, especially given that the Honmoon has also never been fully sealed either. It's unclear what all the ramifications of that would be and those ramifications just being purely positive and happening to have the ideal outcome according Celine seems implausible.

To that end, I think the real reason that Rumi's patterns kept increasing as the Honmoon got closer to completion was because something else was going on. The patterns seem to connect to Gwi Ma and the Honmoon seals away everything connected to Gwi Ma, so the most plausible supposition based on that information is, I think, that anything with that Gwi Man connection would get permanently sealed away with him by the Golden Honmoon.

But are all patterns indeed connected to Gwi Ma?

I think not, actually.

Rumi doesn't hear Gwi Ma the way that other demons do. This could be because she's spent her entire life on the other side of the barrier, but as we see with Jinu, Gwi Ma can grab demons connected to him and yoink them across whenever he feels like it. It could then instead be that Rumi was protected by Gwi Ma's ignorance of her existence -- she didn't hear him because he never even thought to look for her -- but if that was the situation, then Gwi Ma definitely would have grabbed her as soon as Jinu reported on her patterns.

Even after Rumi goes full demon, she doesn't seem to be connected to Gwi Ma or susceptible to his influence.

So my theory is, Rumi's dad was a demon, yes, but not all demons are connected to Gwi Ma. Gwi Ma is just one demon king, the one that the hunters focus on especially because of his habit of devouring souls (and because their powers seem to work especially well on him). The patterns are demonic but only those who have made bargains with Gwi Ma have their demonic natures bound into servitude to him. Thus, Rumi is not connected to Gwi Ma.

But Rumi is connected to the Honmoon. For the past five years she's helped strengthen it. Her voice is part of it and her soul is part of it. When her demon powers start to manifest, they ripple through the Honmoon.

So I think Rumi's patterns were starting to spread because her powers were increasing, because she is a demon connected to a massive spiritual network that is powered by human souls. Her voice failing at the same time was a consequence of her anxiety and burnout, not the patterns actually doing anything to her singing (except indirectly). In fact the reason her demon powers were getting stronger was because the Honmoon was getting stronger.

A fun idea to go with this interpretation: if Rumi's voice hadn't given out and Huntrix had rested up and resolved some stuff before properly completing the Golden Honmoon, Rumi would have still ended up going Full Demon Mode because she would have unwittingly created like a perfect base of power for herself. She would have become a demon king, comparable in might to Gwi Ma. Maybe that's even part of what was going on -- through her connection to the Honmoon, that was sealing Gwi Ma away, Rumi was also unwittingly taking his power for herself. This gets way more fanfic-y but I think it's quite fun to contemplate. Rumi thinks she's going to turn herself full human and instead she ends up usurping a millennia-old demon king and stealing his seat of power. Surprise!

[metaforikal]

𐙚 mydeimos as your husband 𐙚

sfw, written with fem reader in mind but could pass as gn if you squint.

➤ to others, he may not seem like it but he is in fact, a walking green forest. exactly the ideal man to get married to!

➤ i have an inkling that he will question the usage of pet names, like "your parents gave you a name why would i call you muffin" but in the end he gave in.

'my love, my star, my everything' all those sappy endearment slips from his lips but you have no complaintsㅡ it came from his own lips after all.

➤ a request? just say the word, he will get it done for you. whether it's as simple as things like wanting to hold his hand or as serious as making sure the guy that have been bothering you disappears? yeah consider it done.

➤ act of service, quality time, physical touch... his love is best shown through actions. he is not that good at declaring his love to you by words, so he makes up for it in gestures. 

➤ he will do most of the cooking and cleaning for the household. making sure breakfast is served, house is squeaky clean before leaving for his duties as a chrysos heir early in the morning.

➤ he loves squishing your waist, 100%. he finds it relaxing. sometimes when he is feeling a bit bold, his hand will drift lower, fingertips tracing and dancing along the skin of your thigh, feeling how the flesh fills his palm.

➤ you are his motivation to come back home victorious from his missions. will not want to come back all bloodied, instead choosing to recuperate and wait for his body to heal somewhere before returning home :( 

please tell him you want to nurse him, that will make him feel better (and effectively make him heal faster) 

➤ enjoys bathing together, will request for it too. he loves the sensation of your fingers work through his hair, undoing the knots and massaging his scalp. a quiet reminder that life is worth living with you as his wife by his side. 

➤ he will definitely want kids, we have seen how good he is with childrens. the kremnoan childrens calls you his queen.

➤ will the little one inherit his hair color? perhaps yours? will the little one be as fierce and imposing as him? mayhaps they will be as gentle and lovable as you? oh he is thrilled.

omg! first fic, posted! i told my sister that my hands have been itching to write and post fanfictions and she's like yeah do it pussy and here i, am!

if there are any mistakes made do let me knowww (๑>◡<๑)

[scented-morker]

Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

[ang3ltine]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝟐 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐌𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢 (333) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞 𝐡𝐨 (388) 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮!!

۶ৎ 𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖲𝖾 𝗆𝗂 (380), 𝖭𝗈 𝖾𝗎𝗅 (𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 11), 𝖩𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖾 (222) , Hyun ju (120) , 𝖬𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗂 (333) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝖾 𝗁𝗈 (388)

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: none except for some suggestive comments/themes by Se mi and No eul

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: this freaking app crashed while I was editing ughh!! Also check out latest fic here!

𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐮𝐥:

- She's kind of stand off-ish at first if she doesn't know you, it'll take her a while to fully trust you.

- If you're in the games and she knows you? She's going to try every way possible to make contact with you during interactions throughout the games with secret notes.

- Sometimes she'll stuff it an a bread that's being served to you or just straight out give it in your hand when nobody is looking.

- She honestly prayed to herself that you wouldn't try to get yourself eliminated and doesn't want to be the one to kill you.

- Not really into nicknames but if you were super close to her then maybe she'd call you 'babe' or 'love.'

- Very protective and will get somewhat pissed if other participants in the games are flirting with you. Would definitely shoot them when she has the opportunity and will have no regrets.

- Lokey, she would try quickies with you in the women's washroom (if she had the chance) and would walk out like nothing ever happened. Leaving you shocked but satisfied <3

- No eul is a quiet yet assertive girlfriend who cares about you deep down but won't outwardly say it. You don't have to worry with a partner like her because you know she'll always have your back!

𝐒𝐞 𝐦𝐢:

- Oh Lord, be prepared because you're in for a bumpy ride.

- Se mi is the ideal girlfriend. She treats you like a freaking princess and would give you cute pet names like 'darling' or 'angel.'

- She looks intimidating at first but was the first to approach you with a smile and would be very attentive. If she knew you before joining the games, she'll be cross at first but will try everything to keep you safe. Will hold your hand and keep you close during mingle or when the massacre night happens.

- Would try to keep people like Thanos from interacting with you without having to resort to violence. However, if they persisted then they'd get a string of snarky remarks from her, shutting them down completely.

- This girl is major tease just to get a reaction out of you. Will whisper the most obscene things into your ear and would walk away , leaving you high and dry. Super into pda but if you're not comfortable with it then she's cool with it.

- Heated makeout sessions/quickies in the washroom stalls. Se mi doesn't really give a fuck if they get caught, she just wants to have you writhing under her grasp and would glady give whatever you wanted.

- Se mi is an amazing partner and you'd have alot of patience with this girl because of her constant teasing. But she's also very loving and caring. So expect nothing less from your raven haired girlfriend and show the same love in return ♡♡

𝐉𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐞:

- Jun hee would keep to herself at first and will seem shy and reserved. Main reason is because she doesn't want to draw too much attention to herself, since she's pregnant with a child.

- If she knew you before the games , she wouldn't want you to help her as she feels like it would be a burden to you. But you reassure her that it's ok and that you wanted to help.

- You're the first one to approach her and she couldn't be more grateful. She'd treat you so nicely and would compliment you alot. Super appreciative of your help and will try her best to make you happy despite her condition.

- You'd make sure she got all the provisions necessary for her and gave her extra food or you would offer her your pillow to her for more comfort. During the fight at night, you put Jun hee's safety before yours, not letting a single scratch land on her.

- You two are the sweetest couple in existence and the old lady that takes care of you both will treat you like her own children. Would be super proud to see that Jun hee is getting the love that she deserves.

- Jun hee has a hard time expressing her feelings but is a super kind and attentive girlfriend.

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐣𝐮:

- Hyun ju treats you like a trophy, someone who deserves to be treasured and well looked after.

- Tries making it up to you if she knew you outside the games and will apologise profusely for leaving you without a word.

- That's exactly what she did when you first asked her to be her partner during the 6 legged race game. She was almost brought to tears as nobody else wanted to join her.

- Will protect you with her life and also encourages you to be brave so you wouldn't have to rely on others so much. Is super proud when you overcome your fears.

- Is grateful that you're so willing to stand up for her if anybody badmouths her. Saying that you think she's really pretty and you don't want her to compare herself to other girls.

- As she's skilled with a gun, she'll have you hide behind her as you guys make your escape. Not wanting you to get hurt or injured in any way possible.

- She's the tall quiet girlfriend who likes being observant but will stand up for you no matter the circumstances. Plus she's the best cuddle buddy!!

𝐌𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢:

- Realistically, you would avoid him but he's Lee Myung gi. He's going to give you many reasons to convince you that he's not just a fraud. That he's willing to change for you.

- He would also give you the princess treatment. Treats you like glass, making sure you're safe and well protected. Will also keep you away from Thanos, especially if he tried hitting on you. (Que the brawl in the washroom)

- Is an absolute diva but you're here for it. You hype him up when he tries standing up for you or someone else , like Min su (player 125). Will roll his eyes at you if you scold him after a fight, but agrees not to do it again.

- Has a soft spot only reserved for you and wouldn't care about anyone else unless he really wanted to. Always has an eye on you, but during the mingle game. You wouldn't dare leave his side.

- During the fight at night , he would keep you close and fight off those who would try and harm you. You both would survive with only a few bumps and grazes/bruises.

- Nonetheless he's most definitely a black cat boyfriend, fiesty but overall loving.

𝐃𝐚𝐞 𝐡𝐨:

- Treats you like his equal and showers you with love!! Is very friendly and outgoing when it comes to you.

- His group would adopt you like their child lol. They accepted you straight away and lokey shipped you with Dae ho. Seeing how sweet and caring he was when it came to you.

- You help him through his panick attacks and he's super grateful for it. Would fly to the moon and back for you if he could.

- Would love it when you brush your fingers through his hair and give him cute hairstyles. Will wear them proudly with a bright smile on his face, even if he got comments for how weird he looked xd.

- If anyone tried hitting on you, he'd try his best to defend you and keep on reminding them that he's a marine so they shouldn't mess with him!

- He's a golden retriever boyfriend that is loyal and humble. Is a very giving person and if you guys survived the games, you'd both live happily together in your shared apartment.

- Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, also when you style his hair! Will wear it proudly with a bright smile on his face, despite getting weird look from others.

- Is super grateful if you talk him through his panic attack during the shoot out when they try escaping.

- Dae ho is a golden retriever boyfriend for sure, sweet, playful and super loving!! Please treasure him and not break his heart, he deserves the world ♡

[cherry-leclerc]

cherry cola ☆ op81

genre: smut, humor, yearning, tiny bit of fluff, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, experienced!oscar, sub!reader (for a while!), dom!oscar (for a while!)

word count: 8.5k

After a painful break up, Oscar finds himself head-to-head with an enticing girl, filled with pure innocence. Also known as, his parents secret weapon, and his worst temptation.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...f!receiving, fingering, brief mentions of masturbation, face riding, missionary sex, doggy style

inspired by cola, lana del rey !

cherry here!... hellooo anons, long time, no see haha sorry for the lack of posts, but hopefully this makes up for it, somehow? formal apology for my last post too while we're at it. though this fic is inspired by cola by lana del rey, it will not have a sour ending like past fics (iykyk). missed u all, so here ya go! enjoy :)

There is an apprehensive sensation that towers over him as soon as she walks in; shy mannered, tall, and firm with a hint of hesitation—it’s something he adores about her, but also something that has him feeling jittery. Oftentimes, her lips are his most prized possession, enjoying the way they move. All except at this very moment. 

Everyone notices his bitter, broken, and quiet mood despite always laying low. He’s never been one to share his problems with others, and he most definitely was not going to start now. It should be the best moment of the season—his first win—but he doesn’t have the joy to celebrate it with anyone. 

Oscar’s brown eyes are low and dull; empty. He’d be a damn liar if he said he didn’t see any of this coming. If he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt and misery. Should he have been more attentive, a better boyfriend, then he wouldn’t be regretting his life choices. Dramatic, but true. 

“How are you spending your summer break? Are you and Lily traveling?”

The Australian tries to scoff at the innocent inquiry beaming from his teammate, but he settles with a wince, not being able to hide it. “She, um…we broke up, actually.” He’s never been a religious individual—has never even set foot inside a church—but for the first time in his life, he prayed no more questions would be asked.

Lando raises his thick brows, clearly surprised by the sudden confession. Sure, they were a private couple—likely the most in the entire paddock—but he never saw this coming from Oscar and Lily. Though he only met her a couple of times, simply exchanging a kind greeting, he would’ve bet his entire Rolex collection that the couple were smitten with one another. “Ah, I’m sorry, mate.”

The rude sound of his race suit being zipped up harshly makes the Brit flinch in the slightest. “Don’t worry about it. That’s life, no?”

Costa Rica—they were supposed to go to Costa Rica. Instead, now, he sits alone on a flight back to his home country. He’s ecstatic to be sleeping in his childhood room with outdated posters hung of all his favorite drivers, but the feeling lingers. 

Sprawled like a koala, humid t-shirt pressed against his skin, he tosses and turns for an estimate of five whole minutes. He should be enjoying the beach, sipping on highly sweetened margaritas, getting the worst tan of his life, but he’s here. The hot summer air in Melbourne makes him spit out a string of dirty curses that would send his mum into a coma. 

The brunette might as well be an only child since not a single one of his three sisters were here to keep him company, ditching him with his parents. He loved them, of course he did, but a full house was his ideal way to spend his break. His home gym isn’t even enough to help him forget, even for a second. 

“Dinner is ready, honey,” Nicole announces, peeking carefully through the crack of the door. She grins widely. “There’s even pavlova—your favorite.”

He forces a polite nod, shaggy hair dangling just above his eyes. “Thank you. I’ll be out in a bit.” It actually takes a sum of thirty-minutes for him to jog down the stairs, a strong scent of apple expanding from his now washed hair. His dad hums as soon as he spots the McLaren driver. 

“It’s rude to leave guests waiting, Oscar,” he warns with a deep voice. 

The twenty-three year old assumes it’s a lame dad joke, perhaps, so runs along with it, taking a good look around the dining room. “Won’t happen again. I showered—”

“Where would you like to place the dessert, Mrs. Piastri?” a soft voice echoes down the hallway as he turns at the unfamiliar tone. You halt, caught off guard by the new presence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would be here.” 

“In my own home?” he finds himself squeaking involuntarily. The stern look that dances across his parents faces is enough for him to bite down on his tongue. He doesn’t even know why he said any of that—especially to a stranger. 

They introduce you two quickly, though you’re just as fast as to say that you obviously knew about his existence. Do you follow my races? You shake your head, glossy hair shining. “I work for your parents, so…I sort of know. Plus, your sisters always talk highly about you when you’re gone.”

He blinks. “You work here?” Brown eyes flicker to his parents, confusion written all over. “What could she possibly do?”

“Oscar,” Nicole scolds. “I thought you left all the unnecessary questions back in junior high.”

Chris slides a large hand over her smaller one, calming her down just a tad bit. The older man sighs. “You know your mum, always looking for something new to do—”

“I wanted to grow a garden!” she squeals, delighted. “Like in all those magazines you get me for my birthday—oh, so lovely, honey. Only I realized, I don’t know anything about gardening.”

“And this lovely girl standing right here is a total natural. Her hands must be magic.” Oscar blushes hard at his dads choice of words. “She’s helping us out for the time being. Until we get back.”

The Australian's mouth opens, then snaps back shut, swallowing. “Get back from where?”

“Costa Rica!”

He gapes. “You’re using my tickets?”

Nicole winces. “Can’t let them go to waste, honey…”

His father butts in. “How is Lily by the way?”

The brunette groans, running his hands through his waves. “How should I know? Come on, you guys can’t be serious.” The tickets weren’t the problem; the fact that they were leaving was.  He spots you awkwardly placing the pastry down onto the table. “Can you give us a minute?” 

“Yes, of course,” you quip, glad to have a reason to flee far enough away from the premises. You turn to the Piastri’s who smile fondly at your understanding. “I’ll be out in the garden.”

As soon as you rush out, the twenty-three year old turns swiftly. “I guess I’m leaving too.”

“Don’t you dare, Oscar Jack Piastri—” He fumes. “Why not? You’re all going to be gone!”

“She won’t—you are keeping her company.” She’s not asking; she’s demanding. Staring back in shock, the McLaren driver avoids eye contact, fidgeting like a kid at their first day of school. His mum stands up, makes her way over, and pecks his soft cheek. “She’s a sweet girl. She won’t be a bother—she’s just down the hallway.”

That’s where Lily would always stay back when they first started their relationship; too afraid of making a bad impression on his parents. He found it adorable. He rolls his eyes and releases a heavy breath. “Fine.” He stares out the glass window, focusing on where you patiently sit on the wooden bench, delicate hands pressing your dress down against your thighs. “Fine...”

-

The following morning, his parents wake him up at the crack of dawn, bidding goodbye. It comes as a total surprise, thinking he had a few more days left with them, but no. He’s barely registering any of it before they whisper inaudible nonsense and scurry out of his bedroom. 

After some debating, he changes and decides to go on a quick run. The sight of Ms. Alleck watering her burnt grass makes him smile as he sets off. It would have been easier to not get as tired if it were a slight bit chilly, but it’s blazing hot. He cuts it short, dashing back home and immediately serving himself a glass of cold water. 

“You’re up early.”

The brown eyed boy jumps in sudden surprise. Standing in a pastel yellow sleeping gown, you grin brightly. Long lashes lay flat, nose pinching rosy pink, and breath minty. “Yeah, my folks sort of woke me up. Couldn’t fall back asleep.”

“Oh.” You pout. “They left already?”

“You knew?”

“Yup. They mentioned it last night before bed.” A beat. “I hope me staying here isn’t making you uncomfortable…it’s just that they offered, and—”

“It’s not.” Lie. “Make yourself at home.”

Not much is seen or heard from him for the majority of the day; occasional glaces coming here and there. They put you in an uncomfortable spot yesterday—you had been working on the garden for a year now, damn it—but their son's demeanor took you by surprise. The pictures and stories were something you relied on as the only source of getting to know him: polite, tall, and swanky—boyish.

That was so far from the truth. Oscar Piastri has grown into his body; almost appearing to be a handsome giant. Despite his warm face, his attitude is a bit snarky. He has no problem in saying what’s on his mind. And he is most definitely not a boy. 

He’s a man.

“What do you say?” 

“Sorry?” 

He chuckles, Adam's Apple dancing up and down. “Would you like to join me for dinner?”

It wasn't his intention to try and get close to you—not purposefully, at least—but he thought; why not? Who knows when his parents are coming back, when his sisters would, and he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t some snotty guy. Summer is summer, after all. A friend to spend it with sounds quite nice.

Pursing your red lips, you nod, setting your book aside. The dinner table is already set up. Chicken and rice. That’s it. Given, it looks and smells amazing, but plain. You quirk a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to eat your greens? To drive quicker?” He burns up at you teasing tone.

“I didn’t want to risk burning the house down. We’re lucky I was able to get even this done.”

“Very well.” The refrigerator opens, colorful veggies staring back at him. You grin, slow and easy. “I’ll take care of it. It’s only fair, roomie.”

-

Oscar left home a few years ago, migrating to the United Kingdom for work, so it had been a while since he had stepped foot in his backyard. He faintly remembers his pirate treehouse, his sisters’ Barbie’s cluttered inside. It was a bone-chilling sight for baby Oscar back then, but now, the paint is chipping off, the wood looks a lot weaker. It’s a nostalgic feeling.

The new additions are stunning. A bunch of healthy flowers beam back at him and he swallows when he realizes he can’t name a single one. Waxflowers, Calamint, Dahlias, Peonies, Carnations, California Poppies. One by one, he admires with an open mouth. “They’re beautiful.” He turns to you with a proud smile. “You’ve done an excellent job.”

Pink feathers onto your already blushed cheeks, biting back a cheesy grin. You had decided to eat out on the bench, choosing to enjoy the now fresh air. Still humid, but less than before. The scent of coconut sunscreen makes his whiff constantly. “So…Costa Rica?”

He winces. It was too soon to talk about the situation, but something in your calm voice makes it easier to spit it out even though you probably already heard from his parents. All of a sudden, your savory carrots taste like complete shit. “T’was supposed to go with my girlf—my ex. My ex-girlfriend.” 

You pout, sorrowfully. “Oh, I’m sorry, Oscar. I didn’t mean to…I had no clue.” And it’s genuine. Guess his parents weren’t complete traitors. 

“Tell me—how long have you been working on fixing the garden?”

“Since last summer,” you hum, chewing down on a piece of grilled chicken. “This is the first time I have actually stayed here, though. Your parents are sweet. As soon as they heard that you were coming back home, they insisted I kept you company.”

Sharp jaw clenches and he scoffs. You simply blink back innocently. Then, he notices it. The way it reflects against the yellow ray of the now setting sun. He knows what it is, so he doesn’t ask. Too busy staring off into the distance, you place your plate down. “Let me show you a few other things I’ve been working on.”

There’s row and row, further into the open area; every twist and turn makes his brows raise up higher, impressed by the noticeable updates. Coming to a halt, he spins his head around, brown locks hitting his temples. “Since when do we have a cherry tree?”

You beam, orbs shining with excitement. “Since last summer!” you repeat, cheerfully. You pick one, handing it for him to try. An embarrassing moan erupts once the sweet nectar slides down his throat. “Good?”

“Bloody amazing.” Every compliment makes you squeal with delight. “My mum is actually allergic to cherries, so how…”

“She was actually the one who brought it up. Said she knew how much I loved them, and that I deserved a little something for flourishing her garden. I couldn’t deny the chance to do so.” You bite down on your lip, sheepishly. “They are my favorite.”

Reaching for one makes him look away as soon as your dress rises up, soft legs poking through. Bare feet press against the wet grass as you tippy toe. He mustered a fake cough, but as soon as you bite down onto the bloody fruit, he clicks into a trance. 

Plump lips; thick and juicy. Long lashes fluttering shut against your glossy cheeks. That could have been because of the summer heat, but it affected him just the same. The familiar sensation of attraction rushes to his cock as he stands stiffly—but also loosely. He was loose. So fucking loose.

Something hits his cheekbones and it rips him away from his drooling. A singular seed now lays by his feet; indicating what you had done. A crinkled, wobbly smile shines back at him, hands nervously flattening your dress back down. The Australian jokingly lunges towards you as you squeal, backing away. 

“You were disintegrating! I had to get your attention one way or another!”

Oh, you definitely got his attention. Giving you one final scowl, he stops his steps. “Everything—all of it—it’s great. Thank you.” The wind picks up and you shiver. “...for doing this for my parents.”

Neat hair flies against the breeze, covering your eyes for a minute. Pushing it aside, you scrunch your nose faintly. “Anytime.”

-

Technically, what you’re getting paid for was to watch over the beloved yard; that’s all. But you offer to do more. Mow the lawn? Paint the chipped wall? Wash the windows?

“God no, darling,” Oscar’s mum laughs through the end of the line. “You are doing enough already. Please. Relax.”

But you can’t. Nibbling on your thumb, you brush the counter, strolling past countless family portraits. A smile slips when you spot a toothless Oscar. “I insist.”

So, here you are; decluttering the attic. After a bit of bickering with Nicole, she eventually gives in and asks for a favor. Clean and tidy the small room. Easy peasy. 

“Ouch,” you hiss when a nail digs through your skin, gore immediately pouring out of you like a waterfall; you squeak. Just then, a certain brunette peeks their head through the entrance.

“Oh good, it’s you. I thought we had an intruder.”

Raising a skeptical brow at him and the thin duvet, you quickly take it from him, pressing it down to ease the bleeding. “Holy crap, are you okay?” In one motion, he steps closer to you, analyzing the injury with worried eyes. You groan.

“It’s only a little cut. No biggie.” But the way your face is slowly losing color lets him know that your words aren't true. Brown eyes flicker, searching for a spot to sit, but everything about this is crowded. You were just about to start tidying; the mess was still there. Crouching onto a tiny stool, he takes a seat, somehow still towering over you. Or at least that's what it felt like, because suddenly, you felt suffocated. 

His long legs are spread as you stand between them, hand out towards him as he winces at the brutal cut. “Ah—that’s pretty deep.” He gags when he notices the underneath flesh. You suppress a giggle. “We should go to the ER.” 

You scoff, ripping away from his grip, tripping over a box. Regaining your balance, you drape the cloth over your hand once again. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll be right back.”

After rinsing your hand with alcohol, covering the wound with the largest bandaid to ever exist, and balling your eyes out, you make your way back up. The Australian is drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing. “Got it,” he pants. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, but that’s when you pick out the nail in the palm of his hand. You blink, too bewildered to make sense of how he retrieved it without the help of a hammer. “I also found lots of old trophies. Extremely bittersweet.”

“Why’s that?” you hum, kneeling down next to him, reading through the labels. Each makes you more and more dazzled. 

A minute passes by. “Because I grew up.”

“That’s…sad.” Shrugging, he digs for more. He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “Dear G—I forgot this even existed!”

Oscar’s 81 Things To-Do During the Summer [List]

Learn how to bike.

Learn the Australian National Anthem (Sophie will be beautifully impressed)

Get better at being more outgoing (Mum is worried)

So on and so forth. “You were an extremely creative lad. Eighty-one things to do…eh.” A tongue click. “Possibly buy a pet dragon?”

He cringes. “Not all were realistic. I actually never really got around to it. Mainly added, if anything.” 

Crimson red flashes. “I, um, I could tell.”

69. Oscar Piastri, you know what I mean.

The brunette chokes on his saliva, yanking it away as fast as he can. Standing up to his full height, he rolls up the piece of paper and points towards the exit. “I think I should, um…yeah. See ya.”

“Yeah.” He dashes off. “See you…”

-

Eighteen-year old Oscar was a horny bastard. But every guy that age is, so it’s not really fair to feel bad about his list. The writing is obviously his, but the things jotted down made him almost feel like it wasn’t. Blowjobs? Hand jobs? What was he thinking?

And then, there was you—a curious cat. He had to be a virgin; he just had to. Why else would he be embarrassed? You weren’t one to judge, though. You knew nothing about the sexual world, having never partaken. The thin band wrapped around your ring finger is enough proof. 

And no—you weren’t married.

It would have been absolutely diabolical to mention sex in your household growing up. Being Roman Catholics is no joke, believing religiously to wait until marriage. You never had a problem with that; you would wait. Doesn’t mean you didn’t know what any of the common terms meant. Sort of. 

Only now—for the first time in your life—there it was.

Temptation.

The McLaren driver was no newbie. He has had his fair share of experiences; before Lily, with Lily. He knew just about anything and everything. His good-boy act was no facade. At times he didn’t like that about himself, but it’s who he was. Obeyed the rules. Never crossed the line with anyone he wasn’t romantically linked to. And yet…

There you were.

The flowers were perfect; only needing to be watered. The cherry tree was much more…complicated. The chances of animals recklessly hunting for the sweet fruit was high, the chances of the red drupes rotting also was. Therefore, you spent most of your time there. 

Maybe you were avoiding him; you told yourself you were already horrified at the dirty thoughts taking over like the plague. And perhaps he was doing the same; he had only been locked in his room for the past three hours. 

Golden hour. With your hands on your hips, you squint, admire the polished drupes, tickling with water. Walking back to the bench, you lay down, picking up on your reading, occasionally taking sips from your Cherry Cola. 

Pacing the small bedroom, Oscar mutters to himself. Maybe she didn’t read all of it. Maybe she doesn't know what it means. Yeah—he was exaggerating. Clicking his window open, he gasped for needed air. As soon as he spots you reading, he grunts. 

White skirt brushes down your smooth legs, challenging the sun to see who shines the brightest. Lips wrap around the glass bottle, puckering in the slightest. And he wonders; would you taste as sweet as the cool beverage?

He’s a grown man; an adult. There’s no need to be uncomfortable. Sex was a part of everyone's day to day life. He was the one making it a bigger deal than it actually was. Still, he slips on a pair of sunglasses, perched perfectly onto the bridge of his nose. 

“Is it any good?”

His voice makes you flinch, dropping the book flat on your face. A tiny groan rings through the air. Flashing him a weak smile, you sit up straight, fixing your clothes. “Want one? There’s plenty in the fridge.”

He had noticed, of course he had. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his refrigerator stocked up with the sweet drink. He never cared enough to ask who they belonged to; figured they would just expire.

Wavy hair swings back and forth when he shakes his head. “Gotta keep in shape.” I see, you murmur, loopy eyes peeking over at him, taking another gulp. The sizzling feeling is utterly childish compared to what he’s making you feel. The burning sensation between your legs is annoying and painful, you almost want to plead for help. “I meant the book, by the way.”

“No!” You laugh, nervously. “I mean…it’s alright?”

After he stormed off and left you a breathless puddle, you biked and biked—until you hit the local bookstore. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, simply browsing, but as soon as you reached the section of Erotic Literature, you stopped. 

So many—many—wrong choices. Still, humiliated, you paid and fiercely ran out. Maybe this was some sort of punishment for reading what you’re reading; had to be. And Oscar asking questions wasn’t helping. Licking your berry lips, you swallow a thick layer. “What have you been up to?”

Fuck, he moans, large hand sliding up and down his cock; more and more pleasure intensifying. Your tiny dresses. Your short skirts. Your angelic face. The way your lips would separate before every sentence. Your sweet scent that would have normally given him a headache, but instead made him chase after you like a dog. 

Finishing all over his thighs, he shudders. White liquid never looked more sinister than at this very moment. After changing, he paces the room with regret. 

Pushing the frames further into his face, he hums. “Oh, you know. Just… cleaning up my room.”

-

It’s been a week in a half now and you’re happy to announce that you have fallen into a routine. While Oscar did his daily workout, you would make breakfast. While you worked on the garden, he cooked dinner. Though, he was unbeknownst over the way you would drool over him when he would walk out the door; a compressed shirt hugging his built body tightly, arms begging to be kissed. You were unaware of the way he would rub his face in desperation when you walked out, banging his head purposefully against the cabinet; the way you would skip out with your book and infamous drink, or how you would prettily tie up your hair before you even got started.

It was a mess.

A mocking mess.

This afternoon though, you aren’t flying out the door to the yard, but rather frolicking over to Ms. Alleck, ready to assist. I try my best, but they always wilt! Could it be the humidity? Laughing, you toss your hair up into a bun, messy strands poking out as you cock your head to the side. “Could be, but don’t you worry. We’ll find a way to make it work. Promise.”

He had always known you were kind, gentle, soft spoken…pure. And you doing this only added to his attraction. It’s salad, spaghetti, and salmon that afternoon. Sweaty, you pant. I’m going to squeeze in a shower real quick. But you weren’t sweaty, like you believe; you were glistening. 

“This is so cute,” you chirp, sitting cross cross in the old treehouse. A few spider webs make your blood run cold, but he quickly took care of it, apologizing. The brunette blushes. 

“I wanted to use it one last time. Before we get rid of it.” Neat brows furrow. “It’s just that it’s old—only a matter of time before it plunges down.” “What?” 

“O-obviously not now!”

After a bit more convincing, you finally relax and enjoy the way the crickets sing against the night. Small feet press against the wall, white tube socks turning slightly brown from the lack of sweeping. For a moment, he shuts his lids, breaths shallow, body loose. The high temperature almost made him feel as if he was cuddling into the warmest blanket; it felt nice. 

Whoops, you mumble when hollow glass pounds against the wooden floor. He perks up at the sound, brown eyes burning with high alert. “You do shit on purpose?” he screeches when he detects scarlet blood. Wincing in pain, you curl your hand towards the hem of your dress. 

“Help me,” you plead, slight annoyance written all over your face. He must’ve broken the world record of running into the house to retreat the first aid kit, and running right back to you. The way he sanitizes the skin, to the way he wraps your hand with a gauze pad, is honestly hilarious.

“What so funny?” he murmurs, attention never leaving the wound. 

“Mmm. Nothing.” He snickers and you giggle harder. “It just seems as if I’m making you a professional. You ought to be ready if anyone else needs your help to treat injuries.”

“Oh, of course. I’ll tell them a certain klutz made me learn from day to night with all her clumsiness.” His voice drops, laced with concern. “Seriously though—you were just healing. You have to be careful.”

Plump lips part with the sound of his delicate voice, accent almost disappearing. Wandering eyes admire the way his brows are knitted together and orbs soften. Swallowing, you nod. “I will.”

“Good.”

The once vibrant room is now hazy and suffocating. Does he not know what kind of effect he has on you? The type of power he holds? Oscar doesn’t seem to, though, with the way he chugs down his entire glass of water. Stuck in a trance, your hand briskly reaches out for your own drink. He roars with laughter, clutching his stomach. “You just broke your bottle, you don’t have a drink anymore.” He picked up the Cherry Cola you had offered, but he had declined. “Take mine.”

You don’t put up a fight, simply allow him to open and give it to you. The sweet drink doesn’t do a great job at hydrating your foaming mouth, but it helps as a distraction. On the other hand, the brunette can’t seem to not watch the ways your lips suck in and out, eagerly. As if this were the only source of air. He shudders. 

“We should probably head down…”

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you comply, already standing up. From the floor, he has a good view of your legs; long, soft, sweetly scented. He wonders if you use honey as lotion because that would explain his urge to nuzzle his face against them. Picking up the broken glass and plates, you turn back. “Coming?”

A sigh rings through the air once, and suddenly—he’s cradling your face with high intensity and lust, molding his lips against yours. Tomato sauce stains his shirt and your dress from the plates that still remain between you two. One second, you're wide eyed, and then the next, you're allowing yourself to kiss him back. 

You want to cry with how pleasant the feeling feels and he wants to scream with how much he wants to fuck you. But alas, one of you pulls away first—you can’t really tell who— and you’re both left gasping for air. Completely winded and fucked.

You both are fucked.

-

The treehouse comes crashing down the day after your first kiss. Yes, first kiss. You would like to blame him and say that he stole it from you, but the arousal that was dripping between your thighs last night was a clear indication that you could never actually say so because you liked it so much. 

The wooden house tearing down is something you take as a sign; you’ve sinned. Okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic, but you were honestly thinking about it. That night you dreamt of the wildest things imaginable; his pretty face in between your legs, large hands squeezing your perky breasts, fingers swirling inside your velvety walls, cock tearing you in half.

It was unacceptable. 

So, while Oscar worked on picking up the tiles with a hometown buddy, you marched right over to beg for forgiveness. Kneeling down against the cushion, you say a silent prayer. 

I don’t want to think like this—not when I know I can help it, but God this is getting way too out of hand. And you know I’m not like this, you know that! But he just—AGH. Maybe it’s his personality that makes him so attractive, or maybe it’s his sudden growth spurt, but please let me get a hold of myself. He’s just a friend, he’s just a friend—HE’S JUST A FRIEND. 

“Would you mind keeping your words to yourself, sweetheart?” an older lady whispers, two rows ahead of you. 

Pink feathers onto your cheeks. “Oh, yes, of course! I’m so sorry…”

I don’t ever ask for much, no, that’s never been necessary, but I am now. So please. Hear me when I say: Push this desire I have, far, far, far away.

-

If you were to say, there was a ninety percent chance that you would walk away. Not even spare him a passing glance. He would call you out on it later, but whatever—too late. Ignored you, you say? No, really I did? I had no idea, I’ll make sure to not let it happen again!

If Oscar were to say, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would let you walk away. He didn’t need your company; he was doing just fine. But then again, that one percent tugs at him like the devil on his shoulder.

“Hey. You’re back.” Cool. Calm. Collected.

“Oh! I suppose I am.” Cool. Utter. Mess.

He grins, eyes crinkling like the leaves that hang upon the crimson tree. Signaling up, he cocks his head in deep thought. “Just finished. Cole said his uncle could shred…” A pause. “He owns a massive wood chipper.” 

Blinking like a deer in headlights, you chew on your bottom lip, simply nodding along. “Sounds good? I think. No. Yes. Very good.” You wince at all the uncontrolled mumbo-jumbo. “I’m sorry I was no help, too. I had to…talk to the man up above.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. That must be why your pretty little knees are bruised.” 

Your breath comes to a harsh halt, ears burning like a wildfire. The Australian just keeps his brown eyes set on the tree for a second longer before turning to face you. Quickly, you relax your muscles. “You could make up for it by helping me with something else.”

You gulp. Suddenly, your mouth is overflowing with hot saliva. “With what?”

Dark orbs glue onto your delicate figure, a slight smirk playing out. And it looks so unfamiliar, not his own, that you create a distance. And just like that, it’s gone. Vanished just as fast as it slipped onto his pink lips. “Get on.” He crouches down and your jaw drops.

“Wha—like onto your shoulders?” Rolling his eyes in a goofy manner, he nods, picks you up safely, and places you on top. You screech, dizzy by the sudden altitude. “Put me down!”

“You’re fine. Just help me reach those. Been craving them all day,” he murmurs, voice raspy. The twenty-three year old is still slightly sweaty from his hard labor, and that’s clear when you cling onto his brown locks. Other than that, you’re as high as a kite; both figuratively and literally. 

You’ve known—seen—how tall and broad the Australian was, but being perched onto his wide shoulders was a sweet confirmation you couldn’t help but enjoy. “Move a bit forward.” He follows instructions, wide hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you steady. You giggle when a few fruits hit your face. “Watch it—and don’t you dare drop me.”

“Get,” he commands.

About three minutes pass by. You rip the cherries carefully, candy aroma filling the air, and plop them onto the basket. By all accounts, you’re well aware of your actions. The basket was full, now overflowing, really, and you could plant your ballet flats back onto the tall grass—but you don’t.

There’s something about feeling his touch; high electricity, shock waves nipping at your skin, soft pants. It’s pathetic how much you crave any ounce of physical touch he’s willing to give you, unknowingly.

“That should be good,” you whisper, meekly. He doesn’t respond, just swings you down as you let out a yelp. All of a sudden, you’re magically magnetic. And he wonders; if only. You hand the basket over, waiting nervously for him to thank you, at least. 

“Thank you,” he feels himself saying. “What do you say we play a little game? No prize. Only bragging rights.”

“O-okay.”

A singular cherry is handed over. He grins. Can you tie a knot using your tongue? “Wait—are you being serious?”

The red fruit dissolves inside his mouth, spitting the seed somewhere far enough away. Then, the stem flips into his mouth. “Come on. I’ll give you a head start.”

With wary hands, you rip the stem away from your own drupe, fitting the thin stick into your suddenly dry mouth. He stares intently, clenching his jaw, “Go on. Ten seconds.” Quickly, your lips start to move, twisting and turning. Pouting, then sucking back in. Your low breaths become heavy after a few tries. You think you’re getting it done right, the sudden ball forming is enough for you to guess that you must be doing something correct. 

The sound of his low mewls is what ends you. Doe eyes flicker up to face him, paying close attention to how his brown eyes wander up at the sky in concentration, occasionally squinting due to the bright sun. You can feel a thin layer of sweat hug you like a blanket as your movements slow down; a snail's pace compared to before.

For good measure, you fake your twists as you continue to simply admire. Too far gone, you blink hastily when he sticks his pink tongue out towards you, a stinking knot sitting nicely atop.

“I won.”

Gulp. “You sure did. Good job, Oscar.”

Long lashes flutter shut momentarily, head tossed back, sighing. “It wasn’t a fair fight. You weren’t doing anything. Other than staring at my lips.”

Flustered, you dig your hand into the bucket. “That’s not true! At all. At all, at all.” You munch harder, splitting a seed in half. You spit it out sourly. “You're just better at using your mouth than I am.”

It goes straight to his cock, your words. Opening his eyes, the brunette scrunches his nose. You’re avoiding his gaze. You’re good at doing that. A pro. But it leaves him to wonder some more. And that itself was dangerous when it dawned on him. 

He doesn’t like daydreaming anymore.

“Fuck it,” he grunts, kissing you harshly, like the night before. And you thought that blew your mind, but this? This left you gasping and reaching out for him even though he was pressed right against you. You could feel him buzzing, pinching your hips against his large hands. It’s perfect.

You don’t really understand how you end up straddling him on the grass, green straining your knees as you grind harder onto him, forcing your skin to burn with each stroke. This—this—must be as good as it gets. There can’t be more, but you weren’t complaining. It was enough. 

When his fingers dance underneath your dress, you halt, and everything comes crashing down. “No,” you pant. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Why is that, baby?” he mumbles, lost on sucking the side of your neck. Looking up, his straight brows drew in together with concern. “What is it?”

“It’s just that…I’m—” Why is it so hard to admit? Brushing a strand of hair away, you purse your lips. “I’m a virgin, Oscar. It’s odd, I know, but I can’t sleep with you.”

“You think I didn’t know that?’

You freeze. “What?”

His thumbs circle your thighs, gently, swooning with how soft you feel. “I figured you were. Your purity ring sort of gave it away.” You blush hard, rolling off of him, playing with the thin band. 

“I wish I could do this—God, I really want to—but I can’t.”

Respecting your decision, he pats your hand with reassurance. The hot feeling remained between your legs and the pain between his. This was torture, you both know that, but what was there to do? It’s awkward for a while, that is, until he starts asking you about things that shouldn’t make you glow with happiness.

How was your day? I want to hear all about it. Do you think it’s bad to eat an entire bucket of drupes? Must be, right? In the long run? Hey, would you mind teaching me how to garden? You make it look intriguing. 

That seems to do it for you. Everything you ever promised flies out the window as you climb back onto his thick lap, and this time, he’s surprised by your actions. Clumsy fingers try their best to unzip his pants, but he only stutters against your kisses. N-no, we don’t have to rush anything. I, you, we—

“Shit, o-okay,” he sighs when you finally touch him, even in the slightest. He may be touch deprived, but so were you, so how far would any of this go? Flipping you over to lay against the tall grass, he winks teasingly and that effectively makes your heartbeat quicken. “Relax, sweetheart. Do that for me, yeah? Can you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

The McLaren drivers press a kiss on the inside of your thighs before licking them. You shiver, though try your best to even your breaths. You shut your eyes, maybe if you act hard enough, you could somehow convince yourself that this wasn’t a war itself. To see how long you’d last. No—you would last. You had to.

“I’ve thought about it.” He slips your panties down, inch by inch. “A lot, as of lately. If you would taste just as sweet as I imagined. As sweet as those Cherry Cola’s you're overly obsessed with.” And he dives in, licking your arousal clean as you pant, chest heaving up and down like an erupting volcano. 

What were you supposed to feel—relaxed? In a frenzy? Most likely the latter because considering the way he was making your head spin said it all. The sounds he’s making forces you to involuntarily shut your legs around his face and his hand that now lies between you two. The stretch is a burning sensation that leaves you both gasping and moaning; it’s too much, but not enough.

More. Grinning up from in between your legs, he shakes his head full of curls, all thanks to the Aussie weather, and your dirty foreplay. “Does it feel good?” You whimper. “Good—good, baby. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Velvet walls clench around his long digits. “Hey, hey, look at me.”

Once your soft orbs connect to his intoxicating ones, his cock grows harder. “Okay, listen, it’s going to hurt a little bit, okay? But that’s completely normal; it’s like a…a stingy feeling. Do you understand?” I do, you pant. He grits his teeth when his calloused fingers brush against your g-spot and your head lolls back, exposing your sharp clavicle. He itches to mark you all over. “Do you want it, then?”

A zing. “Fuck, Oscar. I fucking want you.”

The brown eyed boy is all over you, kissing you up and down, gripping you tighter. It was an addiction in its truest form. For a split second, you frown when he slips out of you, but as soon as he starts unzipping his pants, you feverishly lick your lips. 

It dawns on you that you aren’t scared, nervous, or anything; you’re bubbling with excitement. You watch carefully as he jerks himself off a bit, his already large girth growing bigger. How is that possible? “I’ll start with the tip.” Leaning down, he pecks your pouty lips and you smile. “Let me know if it’s too much, we’ll stop and take a break. Or do anything, really,” he adds, cheekbones flushing red. 

“I’ll be okay,” you whisper. “I swear.”

You were being skinned alive, it was excruciating pain. You know he notices it when he starts brushing your hips, hoping to comfort you in some sort of way. Heavy breaths, numb lips from biting too hard, exposed breasts arching straight for him. He didn’t know whether to enjoy this or worry. 

“Breathe, darling, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. There you go,” he congratulates, admiring your shaky breath. “You’re doing so good.”

“Osc, move…please.”

There was no more confirmation necessary that you were ready to go. His hips find motion, thrusting into you slowly. Nails scratch down his back as you moan loudly, almost yelping. “Y-you’re so big.” So, so, so, so big.  “So good.”

Nearly animalistic, he releases a grunt, pounding deeper into you, getting lost with the way you hug him tightly. You mewl, pressing your naked chest against his, and he nearly slips from his hands being set on top of the cold grass, but it was beautiful torture, all at once. 

From the way you tremble, to the way you look up at him, he loves it all. He realized it been too long, he’s missed this, he’s missed having a body undeaneath his, as fucked up as that sounds. 

And he—he must be a saint, himself. There’s a sort of invisible halo that lightens up around him, nearly blinding you. There’s a gut-wrenching stare he’s gifting you, making your stomach churn with pleasure. 

Wrapping his mouth around your sore buds, you let out a shaky sigh. Skillful tongue swirls the way one would suck on a lollipop; the heat intensifies. “Close?” But you’re not sure, you just know it feels good—ridiculously good. He must have known so, and must want to make your first experience the best you’ll ever have, because suddenly, you’re on all fours. 

As he slips in and out with such ease, you grip harshly at the tall grass. You can hear the sad rips with every thrust and every tug, but how can you feel bad when he feels so good? His cock rapidly brushes the magic spot, and you’re left seeing stars. “Oh God. I feel it, Oscar, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Tell me. Describe it.”

Your jaw locks, and your arms give up, flying down towards the grass, round ass high up in the air as he continues his movements. He groans at the sight, slapping your sweaty skin. Whining, you look back at him, grinning from ear to ear. The Australian looks up at the open sky, trying his best to push back the feeling of his upcoming orgasm, but it's hard to ignore the fact that an absolute angel takes him like no other.

And an Angel you were.

“Can feel your cock, Oscar. The way it pulses—so thick, so veiny, so sweet.”

An Angel with a vocabulary of Heathen.

“God, fuck me harder, please, Oscar, please.” He’s pretty sure you’re half-gone, half-present, but it only adds to the lust he carries for you. Just then, you feel the fresh cherry pressed up against your lips. Open, he demands and you follow straight away, ripping it from its stem. You nearly choke on the seed when he suddenly speeds up, limbs and arms burning from holding upright. For a moment, you stare back with an open mouth, admiring over the way his abs contract with every brutal push.

“Now spit.” Two seeds fly out towards the grass, laying there to taunt you as you pick up on your moans, ringing through the air. If you squint hard enough, you can spot the stars that mock the daylight sky. It doesn’t make sense, but then again, none of this does. “So pretty, sweetheart.” You swoon, feeling his arms hold you down. “Again—open.”

You’re expecting another set of cherries, thinking this might be some sort of prize, but as soon as you feel the familiar stick, you pout. No, you cry out. He chuckles. “Yes.” A pause. “You only get to come until you tie a knot.”

“You’re not being f-fair, holy shit.” Long fingers rub slowly against your puffy clit, throbbing with pain, begging to come all of his numbing girth. You clench your jaw, eyes screwed shut.

“We don’t have all night, go on. Move that pretty little mouth of yours.”

It’s a mission, it’s a task, it’s a fucking wreck. It’s impossible. You’re not that surprised, though, not when he thrusts into with twice as much force, triple speed; what a man. Loose tongue swirls at a weak attempt, but then he pinches your swollen bud, and you’re back to square one. You’re nearly there, excited to prove to him how much you wanted this and how you were able to multitask, but then he’s pulling all the way back, only his rosy tip awaiting by your entrance, and he’s coming back down, full-throttle. 

It was cruel.

But two can play that game, you suppose.

You pull away quickly, he blinks, and then you’re pushing him back, sprawled on the grass. He nearly whines from missing your warm cunt, but as soon as you climb to sit on his face, he grows more and more turned on. “Go on,” you push. “Use that pretty little tongue of yours.”

Dark eyes stare up at you, enjoying the way your body moves, hips rolling, riding his face at an impressive rate. The white nectar you're willing to spill out makes him lap at an embarrassing speed, desperate to taste the sweetness. 

Meanwhile, you’re gripping his hair, trying to feign indifference with the way his nose rubs against your lips, the way he keeps you in place with his watch covered hand, the other playing with your clit. It’s even, this is fair, but you still needed to reach your end. 

“I’m close,” you moan, head rolling back, but jaw continuing to tick. He hums and the vibrations cause you to squeeze your legs around his face. That seems to make him enjoy this far more. Unless you show me you’ve done it, then no, you’re not coming anytime soon. Your molars grind harder, white spots forming throughout your vision. “Shut up, just—fucking stop talking.”

“What do y’know? Miss Perfection has a potty mouth.” He pokes his tongue against your hole. “Dirty girl, eh?”

With one final suck, and one soft moan, you cum all over him. The Australian is quick to lick you clean, groaning pathetically deep. Gasping, you fall from your climax, slightly twitching with sensibility as he hauls you onto his lap. You giggle when he raises a teasing brow. 

“You got away with it—this time.”

“There’s going to be a second time?”

He stiffens, trying to play it cool. “Well, not anymore, you didn’t do what I asked for you to do—”

Opening your mouth, you stick your red tongue out, displaying the most perfect knot. He gapes, sticking his fingers in to retrieve it. “H-how?” A beat, sharp and accusing eyes. “Seriously, how?”

“Does it matter?” you ask, wide eyes back on for show. “I did it.”

“I…yeah, yeah you did,” he repeats in disbelief. He laughs. “You’re wickedly talented. That's an art.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, slowly, mixed with a giggle. “I tried my best for you.”

“I see that.” The brown eyed boy pinches your hip. “How was it?”

Sighing dreamily, as if napping on a cloud, your eyes twinkle. “I get it now. Why people have casual sex, I mean. It was amazing. Thank you.”

Casual, casual, casual, yes. Of course this was casual, why wouldn’t it be casual? He’s not looking to have anyone new in his life, and you’re barely understanding what any of this is, so yeah. Casual. 

“Was I bad?” you ponder, chewing on your bottom lip. “I know I’m no professional, but I—”

“You were perfect,” he reassures with a soft smile. “Best thing to come around, solemnly swear.” Swatting his arm, he snickers, catching your hand. You purse your lips. “I was right,” he murmurs when his lips graze over your own. You open your mouth, waiting for more.

“About?”

“You tasting as sweet as a Cherry Cola.” Then he connects your lips, and you’re left utterly smitten. You can hardly feel him slip your ring off, but you know so when your finger feels empty since the moment you first put it on. “Guess you won’t be needing this anymore?”

“Guess not, no. Keep it.”

“Could take it to a Pawn Shop, sell it for a couple dollars…”

“Hey! Be nice, you dimwit,” you warn. “You should feel special. Stupidly special.”

“I’m kidding. I’ll cherish it.”

“Creep.”

He groans, slapping your ass as you squeal. “There’s no right or wrong answer, it seems like. Very well, let's just leave it at thanks. So…thank you for trusting me.” You blush, looking away. Awkwardly, you reach for your dress, slipping it over your head. He coughs, dressing himself before choking back a much needed chuckle. “Looks like we got dragged through the mud.”

“Ah, ew, I can’t. I need to shower.” 

Reaching your end of the hallway, you press your back up against the wooden door as you sheepishly giggle when Oscar does the same. “Okay then…see you around?” 

“Around town?”

“Around the house.”

“In the garden?”

“In the attic, too, maybe. It still needs a good sweep.”

He rolls his eyes. “Do we still have time?”

“Before your parents get back from Costa Rica?”

“Yes.”

“Which is in—”

“A week.”

“Which is—”

“Seven days.”

“And roughly…”

“Enough time.”

“Enough time to do what?”

He laughs, eyes crinkling suggestively, and your heart pounds hard against your ribcage. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

“Yeah,” you ponder in deep thought before your lips stretch out into a bright smile of your own. He raises dark brows as you scurry over with bruised knees, a muddy dress, and an exploding heart. “Yeah, okay. Just until they get back.”

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[destinysbounty]

One thing I find unexpectedly fascinating about Monstrosity is that when you think about it, it'd really only work with Kai as the protagonist. And I don't just mean that because Rusty could only be awakened by a fire elemental, and without Rusty Kai would've died at the spooky death-siren lake - although that's definitely a part of the equation. What I mean is that Kai's specific personality was vital to not only his survival, but also to the retention of his humanity, and that likely wouldn't have been possible if almost any other character was swapped into his position.

Let me elaborate.

Although it's certainly true that not all timeskip scenarios were created equal, and that the Merge treated some people better than others (cough cough Cole), it's also worth noting that each character's experiences are heavily defined by their own unique personalities, strengths, and flaws. If you shuffled everyone around into different post-Merge outcomes, you'd have a vastly different story.

For example, Cole absolutely flourished in the Land of Lost Things, but not everyone would - Pixal in particular would really struggle there. She's normally someone who is always on her A-game so long as she has a goal to accomplish and a clear path towards doing so, and it's rare for her to face a lot of internal conflict over her motivations/ideals. But if you put her in a situation where she has to choose between leaving the Finders to reunite with her friends, or forsaking her friends to protect the Finders...I think that no matter which option she chose, she'd be deeply troubled by it, and would not cope with that conflict of interest nearly as well as Cole has.

Whereas Lloyd, if you placed him in the stasis pod instead of Pixal, would suffer just as greatly. As much as he struggled emotionally in his years of isolation in the monastery, I think it'd almost fuck him up even more to find out he slept through the Merge entirely - and has (in his eyes) failed to keep his team safe and intact. That they've had to fend for themselves without him around to do his job as the leader.

And so on and so forth. You get the general idea. (Honestly, it's kind of a fun thought exercise to explore how everyone would cope if they all got switched around into different scenarios. You should definitely try it!)

Of course, Monstrosity in particular is a fascinating case study of this. If you put any other ninja in this story, you'd get a drastically different one - and in a lot of fundamental ways, it just straight-up wouldn't work.

See, the core theme of the miniseries is about balancing ruthlessness and mercy, knowing when to fight and when to show compassion, and how to fight monsters without becoming a monster yourself. And honestly? Kai is arguably the only person on the team who could effectively navigate that balancing act.

On the one hand you have characters like Pixal, Nya, and Jay - characters who would most likely fall too far onto the ruthlessness side of things and lose themselves.

Pixal is a very determined person - as mentioned above, so long as she has a goal and an action plan, she isn't prone to giving up or losing hope. She will keep trudging along her chosen path until it is accomplished, never stopping to let anything slow her down. Sure, she'd definitely be haunted by her choices after the fact, but in the moment I don't think she'd ever let herself slow down long enough to introspect in that way. She's too busy getting back to her family to think deeply about the moral implications of her actions, or to reflect on who/what she's becoming. She'd definitely be haunted by her choices, sure, but that's not to imply she would ever meaningfully deconstruct or process those feelings at all. She is, of course, an alumni at the Zane Julien School of Processing Trauma.

Nya is similar to Pixal in a lot of ways, but she's also naturally a very ruthless person with a teensy bit of bloodlust to her (affectionate). She also has at least one canon instance of sacrificing her humanity to save her family. This isn't new to her. Daidan would tell her that she can't survive in a land of monsters without becoming a monster herself and she'd go "bet", then proceed to beat the shit out of anything that looks at her wrong. Not to mention that the weird death-siren lake would probably fuck her up in a lot of really complicated Seabound-related ways that I don't think she'll ever be ready or willing to unpack.

My placement of Jay on this side of the spectrum may face some scrutiny, but hear me out first. Although Jay acts very lighthearted and goofy in front of others, it's canon that this persona is a facade he wears to save face and hide how anxious he really feels. On some level, I would argue that Jay subconsciously self-sabotages whenever he's fighting in a group, deferring to the strength of others out of insecurity/codependency rather than trusting his own skill. But when he's on his own and has no audience left to perform for, we see Jay's full potential shine through - we see him be strong, and clever, and even a leader. And on rare occasions, usually when Nya or someone he loves is in danger, he can even be brutal. Jay would absolutely have an awful time in Monstrosity, don't get me wrong - but he'd also exhibit a level of competence and efficiency only ever seen during elimination seasons. And that same efficiency would be his downfall. Jay loves his family, he loves Nya, and he also really hates dying. I don't have a doubt in my mind that he would do whatever it takes to make it back to Nya, even if he's miserable the whole time.

Of course, that's not to say that the rest of the team has it any better. Just because Cole, Zane, and Lloyd tilt pretty far onto the "mercy" side of the spectrum, doesn't mean that's necessarily a good thing in this situation.

Cole is extremely community-oriented, and he is constantly making friends and forming meaningful connections everywhere he goes. With Chen's other prisoners, with Yang, with that not-so-random baby he found, with Krag, with the Upply, and now with the Finders. If Cole cannot find a community, he will create it. On the rare occasions that he is alone, it is usually a dire situation involving extremely poor mental health. When his isolation is self-inflicted, it's usually out of grief. And when circumstances forcibly isolate him....well, go rewatch DotD and MotO, and watch how Cole handles just a few hours of forced isolation from his family. I can't imagine he'd handle several weeks alone in the Land of Monsters without becoming completely unglued. Cole's biggest strength is his social sturdiness - not just as the rock his team relies on, but as the foundation upon which everyone he meets can cultivate a sense of community. But in isolation that strength becomes a double-edged sword, and I believe the brutal emptiness of the Land of Monsters would leave him in an even worse emotional state than Kai.

Zane is no stranger to being stranded in foreign realms, armed with nothing but the singular objective to return home. But I think he would be so paranoid about falling into old routines that he would overcompensate too far in the other direction, rendering him too soft to make it through the Land of Monsters in one piece. That's not to imply he was going to make it out in one piece to begin with, of course. This is Zane we're talking about. I'd be surprised if he goes three days without dying horribly in some way or another. Whether it's out of self-sacrifice or because he pulled punches where he shouldn't have and paid the price, that man is not lasting more than a week.

Lloyd...honestly, he's arguably the closest anyone gets to matching Kai's balance on this issue. The case could certainly be made that Lloyd would effectively replace Kai in Monstrosity...but idk, I personally don't buy it. If you ask me, I think he veers a bit too much into the "too afraid of being like his dad to let himself become a monster" spectrum. This would go one of two ways: 1) he goes the way of Zane and/or Cole, and over-softens himself out of paranoia; 2) he initially tries to over-soften himself, but everything gets to him until he eventually snaps and goes full Oni Mode. Personally, I've got my money on option 2.

The takeaway here isn't that any member of the team is inherently better or worse than the others, just that they all have particular strengths and weaknesses that serve them well in their given scenarios. But those scenarios would only work with them as the main character, and nowhere is that more apparent than with Monstrosity. Zane could never withstand Lloyd's years of isolation in the monastery, just like Jay would become an anxious mess if he had to be responsible for the Kragglings' civil war, just like Kai would absolutely have the worst time if he got stuck in the Administration, just like Nya would go stir-crazy in the Land of Lost Things.

Monstrosity is fundamentally a Kai storyline, down to its DNA. And I think that's part of why he comes across as so beautifully written in this miniseries. There is no aspect of it that you can separate from Kai without changing the fundamental core of the story itself. He's the only one on the team who could do something like this. The only one who could survive in the Land of Monsters without either dying horribly or losing himself along the way.

And idk, I just think that's neat.

[words-4u]

unexpected visit - m.k

pairing: melissa king x librarian f!reader

wc: 1.8k

a/n: SOOO sad the pitt is over but i can't wait for it to come back. truly one of the greatest shows i've seen.

the smell of books is something you will never tire of. not when you were younger and certainly not now. surrounded by books is how you always imagined you’d go, it’s most ideal to you; peaceful, quiet, in between so many worlds and yet alone. it’s certainly how you live, given your chosen career.

it was a quiet tuesday evening and you were pushing a cart of books down a carpeted aisle. you picked up a book on the history of war, scanning the spine for the authors last name. your eyes went back to the shelf and scanned the section until you found the appropriate spot, slotting the book in it’s rightful place.

you were an hour away from closing and barely anyone was in tonight so you put in your earphones, pressing play on some classical music, you let ‘the four seasons: spring 1’ ease you into your closing routine. you even hummed a bit as you went down the aisle putting books back where they belonged.

then there was a tap on your shoulder, it was light, but it spooked you nonetheless. startled, you took out your earphones and turned around.

behind you stood a woman, not much older than you, holding a stack of books. glasses were slightly skewed on her face, strands of hair fell out of her ponytail and her cheeks were red. “oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you,” her eyebrows scrunched with concern.

you smiled at her, “not scared, just surprised.”

“i- um, want these to sign out. if it’s not too late. i ran here to make it on time,” she said, explaining her dishevelled yet adorable look.

“yeah, of course,” you nod. “follow me.”

you moved your cart of books to the side and walked out of the aisle with the woman in tow. “out of curiosity, what were you humming? it sounded beautiful,” she complimented.

“oh,” you felt heat rise to your cheeks. “i didn’t realize you heard that.”

“sorry, i didn’t—“

“no, it’s okay, really,” you reassured her. “it was a classical piece called ‘the four seasons spring 1’ originally a piece by antonio vivaldi but reworked by a contemporary composer called max richter. it’s one of the most gorgeous sounds you’ll hear,”

she gave you a slow nod, “i will have to check that out.”

“I highly suggest it,” you said as you made it to the front desk. you walked around and stood in front of the computer as she placed her books on the desk. her library card sat on top of the first book which you scanned first.

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke, “not to sound like a creep but i-i haven’t seen you here before. are you new… to the area?”

her eyes lit up, like she was glad you noticed. “i am actually. well, new to this part of town.”

you look through her stack of books.

tintinalli’s emergency medicine emergency department resuscitation of the critically ill roberts and dedges’ clinical procedures in emergency medicine

“and clearly… a doctor?” 

“yes! i’m starting my emergency medicine rotation next week and i want to be as prepared… as one possibly could be,” she responded as you scanned each book.

“that’s good. i’m sure you’ll be great,” you gave her a soft smile and finished checking her books out. but you were also checking her out. she was smart, inquisitive and pretty in an understated way. you rarely meet people that captured your attention like she did so as the reciept printed, you decided to shoot your shot, “would you… by any chance, want to grab a coffee with me sometime?”

“as a date?” she inquires. this came as a surprise to her, no one has ever asked her out before. it felt good. 

“only if that’s what you want,” you placed both hands on top of her books and slid it across the table.

she swung her backpack off her shoulder and stuffed her books in, still pondering your request. then she looked up and with a definitive nod said, “i’d like it very much to be a date.”

your nose scrunched with smile you tried to contain. “great, okay. here’s my number,” you grabbed a scarp paper that you tossed aside earlier in the day and scribbled your information down. “and my name which is y/n, by the way,”

“nice to meet you, y/n. i’m melissa but everyone calls me mel. i prefer it too,” she grinned. you handed her the paper which she took and held tightly in her hand.

“It was nice meeting you too, mel,” you smiled.

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one of your proudest moments was that day almost 10 months ago because you made that scary first step and it paid off massively. you’re now in a beautiful stable relationship with dr. melissa king and you are the happiest you’ve ever been.

while it was one of the things you admire about her, dating a doctor isn’t always the easiest. the long shifts often take it out of melissa with all the patients and running around the er she’s doing so when she comes over to your place, you know it’s a non-verbal type of night when she unlocks your door and goes straight into the washroom to rinse off. you make her something to eat as she’s likely forgotten during her shift and put her comfort movie on.

on days where’s verbal, she’ll greet you with a kiss and immediately get into all the cool things dr. robby and her senior resident, dr. langdon let her do and you listen with enthusiastic ears but today was neither.

today melissa, who often reads fictional books to unwind, forgot her copy of a wheel of time on your coffee table as she was rushing out to work this morning. since you have a day off, you decide to swing by the hospital and drop it off. 

you’ve never been to her hospital before and you’ve certainly never met the people she’s been working with, not cause she was trying to hide you as she’s told you before, there’s never been the right time. between caring for her sister becca, her job, and trying to be the best and most available partner to you, it was something that never came up and you’ve never really asked. but it was always lovely hearing about these incredible people that she works so closely with.

walking in through the front doors, you enter the waiting room. it was full to the brim with people even sitting on the ground with their backs against the way because there are no empty chairs.

you make it to the large window and smile at the woman behind the glass, “hi there, I’m looking for dr. melissa king. is she busy at the moment?”

before she could answer, an older blonde woman in grey scrubs holding a clipboard overheard your question and looks up, “you know mel?”

you look over at her and nod, “yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”

“no kidding,” she smirks. “welcome to the pitt, sweetie. come with me,” she opens one arm as you say briefly say goodbye to the woman behind the glass. you walk up to the older nurse as she leads you through the er doors. “I’m dana.”

“y/n,” you respond. the moment you stepped into the sterile site walls, it hit you. the smell of the sterile air, the constant noise of monitors beeping, people walking briskly in different coloured scrubs. it was overstimulating to you as major shift from your quiet workplace but you could also see it as an organized chaos. 

you spot melissa as she sits on a stool clicking away at a computer. a taller man leans over the top of her computer stand as they debrief. dana leads you straight to her. “mel, you gotta visitor!”

melissa looked up, surprise and glee filled her face. “hey! what are you doing here?” 

the man stood straighter and locks eyes with dana who just stands there and smiles.

“hi baby,” you walk up to her and kiss her cheek. melissa blushes but steps back. she isn’t entirely comfortable with pda so cheek kisses was as far as you go in public. 

“baby?!” a woman walking by repeats. she pulls her black hair into a ponytail. ���sorry… you?” she points at yourself, “and you?” she points at melissa. “wow…”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you tilt your head. you couldn’t help but get defensive over mel and your relationship.

“nothing. way to go, king.” she holds up her hand for a high five.

melissa high fives her, “santos, your tone indicates that you’re surprised?”

“well... yes but also happy for you,” she says as walks backwards, away from the group.

“mel, do you want to introduce us?” the older man finally interjects. 

melissa gives her head a little shake, “oh yes! of course! y/n, this is the dr. langdon, my mentor and langdon this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

you reach your hand out to shake langdon’s hand, “it’s nice to finally put a face to the name, dr. langdon.”

“likewise. i’ve heard lots about you,” he says, excitedly. his phone buzzes and he pick up a call, “yeah…oh twice in one day, lucky us.”

you reach into your bag and pulled out the wheel of time. “you forgot your book this morning and i know you love to read on your lunch breaks,”

mel took the book and held it close to her chest. she’s touched. “thank you, you didn’t have to,”

“I wanted to,” you brush your hand down her arm. 

“is it true mel’s girlfriend is here?” two new people join your growing group at the nurses station. 

“oh, wow, you’re real... a-and really pretty,” you smile at the two younger looking doctors.

“this is victoria javadi and dennis whitaker,” mel says stepping closer to you.

before you could say anothing langdon hangs up the phone, "okay whitaker, javadi, you're with me we got another car crash coming in. multiple people injuired. code trauma,"

"oh, what about me?" melissa asks.

"you..." langdon looks at his watch and starts walking away slowly. "can take y/n here on a tour or something."

he notices the hesitancy on melissa's face and posture. "i mean, mel. we'll be fine. y/n," he looks to you. "hope this isn't the first and last we see of you,"

you smile at him.

melissa nods, taking in langdon's suggestion and turns to you when her supervisor leaves. "do you want a tour?"

"i'd love nothing more," you beam at her.

melissa takes your hand and guides you through each station of the pitt. you met dr. robby on the way, who seemed run down but still warm, and dr. mohan who wanted to know everything about being a librarian.

you didn't know what to expect for you unexpected visit but you were glad you came. seeing melissa so confident in the place she calls a second home made your heart swell. other than in your arms, it's where she belonged.

[paulyenvol6]

All Mine, All Yours

Based on this request. I haven't really written much about switch!Joel before, but I had so much fun with this request and I hope you're gonna like it too. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, handjob, powerplay, dom/sub dynamics, switch!Joel, switch!reader, fight for control, dry humping, cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, begging, hair pulling, established relationship, soft!Joel, nicknames like baby/sweetheart

Wordcount: 7,620

Masterlist

You basically danced through the door.

Heart light, fluttering almost as you pressed the bag, the perfect, beautiful bag of your dreams against your chest.

"Joel?" you shouted, fingertips prickling and blood throbbing with adrenaline. Butterflies were swirling in your stomach and it felt the same way it did whenever Joel locked eyes with you, only that this time it wasn't love that had awakened them, but this amazing purchase. Well, maybe it was also the anticipation of seeing Joel.

If only you knew where he was…

"Joel?" you asked again while opening the kitchen door and now you finally received an answer.

"Yes, baby. In 'ere," his southern drawl echoed against the walls and your broad smile intensified. Light-footed, you trotted across the floor and then twirled through the kitchen straight into Joel's arms, who was just leaning over the couch to adjust some pillows.

"Baby," he chuckled as you pressed yourself against his chest, arms instinctively draping around your back.

"Everythin' alright?"

"More than alright, Joel. Look at this!"

You lifted the sultry-colored leather bag, dangling it in front of his face and excitedly biting down on your bottom lip.

"I found this baby at Martha's. It was love at first sight and I was so obsessed with her, I couldn't stop looking at her and Martha saw it as well and offered me to trade."

The joy your face radiated was contagious, your boyfriend smiling as he looked between you and the leather bag.

"That's so amazing, sweetheart, I'm so happy for you."

He kissed your cheek before brushing with his thumb over the sumptuous fabric.

"What did you trade it for?"

You pursed your lips, lashes fluttering as you looked up to him, face drawn apologetically.

"You're not gonna like it, baby."

Joel raised a single eyebrow. "C'mon. You can tell me."

You sighed and twisted your lips.

"I traded my boots…. I know it's not ideal and I – I'm gonna get new ones, I swear, but… I just couldn't resist. I'm sorry – "

That was the moment when Joel cut you off, pressing his lips on yours to shut you up. Then he withdrew just an inch or two and cradled your head in his large palm.

"Don't ya apologize. You definitely have to get new boots for the winter, but we can take care of that. Tommy can surely get you a new pair. And we can trade the jacket that I got for my birthday. I have two anyways. I'm just happy you're happy. You know I love nothin' more than seein' you smile… And that 'lil smile was already worth it."

His forehead touched yours and he closed his eyes while you felt like you were drowning with love for this man. It was almost too cheesy what he was saying, but nonetheless his words had the desired effects. You were melting in his arms.

"Thank you. I am happy. It's the most beautiful bag I've ever seen in my life. I'm gonna wear it all the time from now on and I – I can't believe Martha was so kind. I thought – I thought she wouldn't trade a bag like that."

Joel kissed you again, more demanding now as he sucked on your bottom lip.

"It's gonna go amazing with your black dress," he whispered against your mouth, hot breath tingling on your chin and his beard stubble scraping over your skin.

"Which one?"

"The short one. With the red buttons."

You grinned, connecting your hand with the side of his face.

"Yeah, you're right."

"It's my favorite one, you know baby? Love the way your body looks in it," Joel growled, his grip on your cheek tightening while his other hand moved to your waist.

"I know," you smirked again and couldn't help but shiver at the way Joel didn't make any effort to hide his boundless lust for you. You were a sucker for this kind of behavior. Nothing got you off more than seeing the person you desired both metaphorically and literally on their knees for you. Completely at your mercy and almost uncontrolled with their need to touch and kiss you. When they worshipped every inch of your body like it was holy and a priviledge to just get near you. And fortunately, Joel was exactly the kind of guy to give you this. Being with him meant feeling like he had waited all his life to meet you, like he would burn the world down just for a simple glimpse from you.

"Sit down," you breathed against his lips, gently nibbling and biting as he didn't immediately react.

"Joel," you repeated and softly pushed against his chest. God he felt so firm and strong beneath you, which made your knees all wobbly.

"Yeah baby, just…" he started, but then stopped midsentence as he took a step back. The back of his knees touched the edge of the couch and a last push against his stomach was all it took to make him sit down. Without any hesitation you climbed onto his lap, knees trapping him underneath you and your arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

"Mhmm baby you know what you want, ain't that right?" he grunted in your ear, palming your waist and sending little shock waves through your chest as his hands dragged upwards until they reached the swell of your breasts.

"I do. And there's nothin' you can do about it. 'Cause I know you will do as I tell you."

You kissed his nose and then trailed a line from his ear along his jawline, leaving a wet trace. You had begun to rock your core against him, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt him grow underneath you. It was the perfect stimulation, the perfect pressure on your clit and hearing his ragged breath only motivated you further.

"Will I, pea?" he murmured, groping your left breast, which elicited a gasp in you.

You knew what this was. You knew that Joel was waiting for the right moment to take over and take control and as much as you loved it on certain days, you wouldn't give up that easily today. Perhaps it was the high you were on right now or just your ovulating body, but you were in the mood for a little battle of dominance. It was tempting to just lay back and let your sweet, sexy boyfriend take care of you, but seeing him suffer and hearing his little moans were a turn on as well and you sometimes felt like you didn't get to see it as often as you liked to.

Therefore you grabbed a handful of his dark greyish locks and held on tightly, testingly and maybe even warningly tugging as if to tell him how this was going to go tonight. You simultaneously pushed yourself closer to him, straddling his lap and hovering right above his crotch.

"Yeah, you will. 'Cause we both now what you want. And you're gonna get it, I promise, but only if you'll be good."

You saw a sparkle in his eyes, a light glint, which made you think that you had maybe already won the fight. At least he didn't reply, but looked up to you under his lashes. His lips were slightly parted, breath hitched and broken as he glared at you, his dick clearly twitching as you lowered youself on him.

"Look at me, Joel. Eyes are up 'ere. Keep 'em on me while I make you feel good or I'll stop."

Your voice didn't sound as confident and unbothered as you had planned it in your head, but your boyfriend seemed to realise that you had the upper hand right now. He locked eyes with you, not even flinching when your clothed pussy came in contact with him, dry humping him in slow and teasing circles that weren't enough for you either, but it was worth his pantings. Yet, Joel didn't stay completely still. He still had his hands on your chest, kneading your flesh through the fabric of your t shirt and rejoicing when he realised that you were not wearing a bra. It was perfect for twisting your nipples between two fingers, pinching and rolling them just enough to cause you a little bit of pain and make sure he had your attention.

"Fuck…," you moaned, eyes rolling back and your motions on his lap getting unsteadier.

"Yeah, baby… Let it happen, you know you just wanna give in. You wanna let me take over. Your body wants it."

He had hummed those last words, the effects of the way his dick rubbed over your core visible, but he tried everything right now to keep it hidden. At least until he had won this battle.

"Shut up or I'm gonna put your mouth to work," you managed to say under breath, cheeks blushing with a telling pink.

"Oh I would love that. I truly would. I would love to taste your pussy 'n' have 'er drippin' for me but we both know you're afraid of that. You're scared you're gonna lose control 'n' stop havin' the upper hand."

Joel suddenly leaned forward and pushed your shirt up in the same moment, which allowed him to press a open-mouthed kiss right on top of your stiff nipple. You sharply inhaled, chest involuntarily arching against him.

"Oh god. Oh, fuck, Joel."

You wanted to slap yourself. Not only because you were angry at yourself and wanted to punish yourself for being so cock-dumb and responsive to his touch, but also to ground yourself. Make yourself snap back to reality, so you could take matters into your own hands again and continue where he had interrupted you. You wanted to roll your hips against his bulge again, feel him throb underneath you until he was just about to burst and begged you with his puppy eyes. But god, did this feel good. His wet mouth pressing kisses around your nipple while his large hand traced the outline of your other breast. It was so warm and slick, so comfortable and messy – just the way you liked it…

Suddenly you shrieked as Joel let go off your nipples and wrapped two arms around you, standing up with you clinging to his body.

"What are you doin'," you said, pinching your eyes shut at how weak and needy your voice sounded.

He secured his hold on you, putting one hand under your butt and the other around your shoulder and then effortlessly, like he barely felt your weight, carried you to the bedroom.

"Need more space for what I'm gonna do to ya," Joel smirked, seemingly oblivious to what his hoarse voice was doing to you. You softly moaned and kissed his neck just to do anything. You were tired of fighting back and refusing to give in to his touch, so what if you were just going to let go? Let him take over and allow you to feel the most amazing and enthralling kinds of pleasure? You knew how good this man was and how well he knew your body. But at the same time, you were yearning for his pleasure-drawn face, the way he would pinch the nose of his bridge while you were giving him head.

In the end you decided to delay the decision and for now let him bring you to the bedroom. Then you could choose whether you wanted to continue your fight for dominance or let yourself go. Joel carried you through the bedroom door and then dropped you onto the bed. Not roughly, not aggressively, but like you were made of glass and would break if he tossed you. You hated it. Not because you didn't enjoy his gentle hands holding you so carefully and tenderly, but you knew why he was doing it. He wanted you to feel so comfortable that you forgot all about your initial plans for tonight. He knew what buttons to push, when to clench a possessive hand around your arm and when to affectionately brush a strand of hair behind your ear. You should love the way he knew his way around your body and you really did, but in moments like this you hated the way he took advantage of it. Because it was working.

You gave him your biggest doe eyes as you lay on your back, watching him take off his shirt in one swift motion before throwing it behind him. You licked your lips at the sight of his toned body, shoulders broad, and chest so strong, you just wanted to lean yourself against him and let him not only hold you, but all the weight on your heart, all the pain you had ever experienced in your life. Not that there was a lot of pain left now that you had settled down with Joel in Jackson, but meeting him hadn't just made everything that had happened to you in your past disappear with a snap of your fingers. He had made it better, sure, but even he couldn't make you forget about the life you had before Joel had stepped into your life. He could make it so much more bearable, though.

"C'mere," you smirked, gesturing with your finger for him to approach. But he shook his head, as if to say that he knew exactly what you were trying to do. Regaining the upper hand.

Maybe that was why Joel hesitated and took all the time in the world as he headed to the dresser, grabbing the glass of water that was on top of it and taking a large sip. This was a power game, a battle of who was able to last longer and right now you feared that he was winning it. Joel watched you over the edge of the glass and you swore you could see the grin he wore in his eyes. Then he slammed it back down, wiped over his mouth and approached you with forceful, deliberate large steps. He was heading to the bed on his terms now and not because you had told him to.

"You like to watch, huh?" he whispered once he was standing next to the bed, hand reaching down to cup your chin. "Couldn't keep your eyes off me. Did you enjoy the show, sweetheart?"

You sat up a little on the bed, your eyes roaming his bare upper body, stopping at his hairy chest.

"I did. You look so pretty strippin' for me. Who could blame me?"

You had felt confident saying those words, but a single glance up to him made the blood in your veins quiver. God he looked so gorgeous. His lips were stiff, eyes dark and chin high like he didn't accept any rebuttals, no matter what he said. You couldn't help it as your lashes fluttered, your stomach flooded with hot pressure. You needed him so badly, preferable between your legs where he would lap up the mess he had created with just his voice and if it meant letting him take control, perhaps it would be worth it…

Joel didn't give you enough time to finish your thoughts because now he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, still towering over you, but closer to you. His hand around your chin was firm, even when you were squirming in his grip and flashed your eyes at him.

"You're gonna give me somethin' now? Or do I have to? You could almost believe that you're scared of this pussy," you hissed, in a flash of inspiration reaching for his dick, but Joel slammed a hand on top of yours the moment you touched him through his jeans.

You wriggled, trying to create any kind of friction just so he would be distracted enough for you to have your comeback and luckily it worked. For a moment at least. You seized the opportunity to escape from his grasp, swinging your leg over his lap and climbing on top of him while wearing a triumphant grin. You could feel him shift underneath you and then exhale through his teeth as you started to rock yourself against his hard dick again.

"Baby…," he made, gripping your hips tightly to control your movements, but you slapped his hands away.

"Shhh…," you hushed him, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him. "You just enjoy it, pretty boy. You just take it and let me make the both of us feel good… I know you can do that, right?"

Joel seemingly fought with himself, face twisted with indecision, but lucky for him, you wouldn't leave him a choice. You just had to keep him close, wrap him around your little finger and work the two of you up until you had taken his mind was off your little game. Until all he could think about was the way your body felt against him, how you touched him.

You picked up the pace, softly moaning at the pressure on your clit. It wasn't a lot – there were several layers of thick clothing separating your most sensitive spot from Joel's manhood, but the slight tease, the barely tangible friction kept you on the edge, ready and eager for more. But first you had to take care of Joel and make sure you had him on the tip of his toes.

"Baby," he whispered again, eyes closing as your hand came in contact with his bugle. You palmed him through his jeans, watching him fall apart underneath you and then found the opening of his belt. It was a swift and deft motion, which almost surprised you, considering your hands were so shaky. But then his belt was off, carelessly thrown on the floor and all you had to do until you had him bare in front of you, was pull down the zipper of his pants. You kept your lips pressed to his while blindly opening his jeans and then immediately grabbed his hard dick, which caused Joel to deeply growl against your mouth.

"Mhmm yes…," you commented, smugly grinning and tugging at his jeans in order to undress him further. Joel fortunately offered his help and lifted his hips so you could take his jeans off along with his boxers, but you couldn't wait until he had kicked them off his feet. You just wrapped a hand around his thick girth the moment you laid eyes on it and almost started to drool at the angry red tip. This man was suffering, leaking and twitching for you like no man had ever before and you adored it. He wanted you badly and he wasn't just telling you so, but his body gave it all away. And in this moment you swore that nothing could ever give you more confidence about yourself than his heated gaze skimming over your body like he wanted to remember each inch. Giving you his perfect brown deer eyes, staring up to you so deliciously.

"Like what you're seein', baby?" he grunted, attempting to grab your thigh again to push you closer, but you were prepared and just slid with your hand up his shaft, eliciting a low moan in him.

"Jesus, baby… You don't even – know what you're doin' to me."

"Oh I have a pretty strong idea, handsome," you smiled evily, brushing with your thumb over his tip. It felt so hard and stiff under your finger, leaking and burning with the desire to bury itself inside of you. But he had to have a little more patience.

You briefly thought about going down on him, the glistening of his precum surely made it tempting. But kneeling in front of him would mean that he got to move again, perhaps even use the moment of physical dominance to pull you up, throw you onto the bed and disturb your plans. And you had him right where you wanted him right now. Therefore, it was decided. You would delay it to another night. It was his own fault after all – him putting up a fight over dominance had led to this very moment and although you regretted not being able to feel him twitch at the back of your throat, this game was more important to you right now.

"You want me to ride it? Mhm? Want me to put it in my pussy and ride it until you fall apart? Until you won't say anything but my name?"

Joel sharply gasped, chest heaving rapidly, but fingers gripping the bedsheets to release the pressure buidling up in his stomach.

"You better shut up and focus on whatever you tryin' to do there."

You gritted your teeth, although you obviously knew that he was playing unbothered while he clearly wasn't unaffected by your hand around his dick. He was much too hard for that. His cheeks were too red and his forehead too sweaty. You tightened your grip, increasing the pressure with which you stroked up and down his dick. He felt warm and heavy in your hand, the texture smooth and a little velvetry. But what you loved most about his dick were the veins that were entwining his shafe – because you knew how beautifully they scratched over your walls when he was inside you.

"Jesus, baby," he hissed through clenched teeth, the vein on his temple prominent. He was restraining himself, fighting not to break, but you would get him there, you were sure. You wanted him to beg for you, plead with you to let him cum in your hand like a pathetic teenage boy.

"I know. I know you wanna cum an' you can, you know?" you whispered, combing through his hair before travelling down his thick neck.

"Just let go, Joel… Be good for me, I know you want to so badly…"

You were already expecting him to burst, hand clenching hard to push him over the edge, which was why you shrieked in surprise when you were suddenly flipped over.

This bastard.

He had thrown you onto your back, now hovered over you with a smug smile that you wanted to slap out of his face and trapped you beneath him, unbothered by the way you flared your nostrils.

"You asshole," you hissed, hands taking hold of his broad shoulders, but Joel just laughed at you.

"Aww my pretty girl… There's no use playin' it cool. Once I start with you, you're gonna do exactly as I say. And you're gonna like every second of it."

You didn't doubt that, truly.

Joel knew his way about your body better than yourself, you thought at times, but still, you were mad for the way power had slipped out of your hand just like that.

You narrowed your gaze, chin up high as he kissed along your jawline, one hand firm around your waist and the other on your cheek. Skillful fingers unlaced the buttons of your shirt and took it off faster than you were able to blink and then your eyes rounded as his lips made contact with your stiff nipples.

"Joel…," you involuntarily whined, but instantly regretted it.

It just felt too good. The bed was so comfortable and soft underneath you and you could just sink down into the cushions and let him do all the work. And his heated gaze, the sparkle in his eyes that lit up every time you moaned his name…

"I know babygirl… I know what you need. And if you stopped fightin' it, I'd give you the most divine pleasure. No need to try 'n' get on top, I got you."

God, he knew what he was doing. His hands grabbed your breasts, kneading and massaging like he wanted to carve the memory of their shape into his palms, your nipples hard between his lips when he sucked on them. You were a moaning mess, squirming and writhing under the weight of his body and you weren't even sure yourself if you were doing it because of the sensation or because you were still fighting for the upper hand.

You were just about to complain that you needed more, when Joel's hands dropped to the waistband of your jeans. Perhaps he could actually read your thoughts.

He opened the button, pulled down the zipper and then yanked them down your legs with one forceful tug, but let them dangle around your knees. That was the moment you met his gaze and based on the curl of his lips, you knew that you must look pathetic. Eyes glossy, hair sticking to your forehead and lips swollen from the way you bit down on them. You couldn't supress the 'Please' and hoped that it at least was so quiet that Joel couldn't tell what exactly you had said. His lips just formed a playful pout, then he lifted the corner of his mouth like he was thinking and spit on his index and ring finger.

His eyes were on you at all times while he brought his hand between your thighs, blindly finding your clothed clit and rubbing you in soft circles. That was the moment you officially felt that you had lost because your facade dropped, the crease between your eyebrows deepening and your lips parting. And he enjoyed every second of it.

"Yeah babygirl… I knew you could be good. Just feel it, stay still and keep that pretty mouth shut and just enjoy what I give ya. You know I'm so good to my pretty baby."

"Joel," you whimpered, reaching for his chest and regretting that he didn't wear a shirt you could cling to.

You spread your legs wider for him, welcoming his touch on your throbbing clit and feeling yourself drown in a dense, hazy cloud of sheer pleasure. Fighting with him for control, using all your strength to crawl on top of him was difficult. But this wasn't. This was just taking, letting him do as he saw fit and trusting that he knew exactly what you needed. Soon your underwear that had already been damp before Joel had taken off your jeans, was absolutely drenched with your arousal. The cotton was sticking to your cunt and a big dark patch was visible right below your leaking hole. You were relieved when he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down for them to join your jeans around your bent knees.

"Look at that…," Joel murmured, scratching over the corner of his mouth like he was studying what hid between your legs.

"Please Joel. Please I – I need it."

"What was that?" he pretended to be surprised, lifting his eyebrows as you twisted your face in frustration. He was going to make you repeat it and then mock you with it for the rest of the night.

It was to your surprise that he didn't.

Joel just briefly caressed the side of your face, brushing over your burning skin and softening at the way you arched off the bed to get closer to him. Then he kissed the tip of your nose and made his way down your body, slow and teasing and eager at the same time. It was as though he was trying to savour every moment, be precise and slow in the way he kissed and licked your skin, but couldn't hold back because his own desires were too overwhelming. This combination was intoxicating, absolutely captivating. You felt the sensation in the way your belly clenched the way it always did when you were close to orgasming. Which was remarkable, considering Joel had barely touched you yet. You felt light-headed, your skin buzzing and prickling where your boyfriend's lips touched you and when he had finally reached your mound – remains of spit on your chest and stomach – you inhaled sharply.

He kissed you like it was meant to show you how much he had waited for this very moment. It was just your mound, but he made it feel like he hadn't seen your pussy in months or years and had missed every inch of your body.

"Joel," you said, voice airy and thin while your hands grabbed as many locks as you could reach.

"I know," was all he said and you had a feeling he actually did know.

And then he dived between your legs like he wanted to be suffocated by your pussy. Mouth pressing hard against your clit, tongue quickly swirling around the little bundle and greedy hands opening you up wider for him. His hard grip on the inside of your thighs would surely leave marks, but in this moment you couldn't have cared less.

"Fuck… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," you cried out, toes curling and heels pressing into the bed. A blissful, warm liquid poured in your thighs as the thumping in your chest intensified.

Joel looked up to you, brow wrinkling and eyes flashing as he took in your fucked-out face. With deft and deliberate precision, he drew random patterns over your clit, sometimes going faster, then slower again – always keeping you on the edge of the seat and intensifiying the pleasure whenever you were about to complain and wriggle.

At first, you didn't even notice the two fingers prodding your entrance. You were too hooked on the way his rough, warm tongue lapped at your clit to sense his fingers trailing along the inside of your thighs until they slowly tapped against your hole as if to demand entrance. You hummed, lashes fluttering and hands tugging at Joel's locks as he worked two fingers inside of your quivering cunt. Any other day you might have felt embarrassed by the way you sucked him in, pussy so soaking wet that it produced a smacking sound. You unconsciously started to roll your hips against his face, riding him and trying to regain control over what was happening, but Joel set an end to it with his bruising grip on your hips.

"Stay still, baby. Or I'm gonna stop."

His voice was unwavering and sounded like he didn't expect an answer from you and although you were sure he was just as captivated as you were, you didn't want to risk anything. So you pressed your lips together, legs shaking and your core yearning for more pressure, but you held back and hoped that he would make it worth it.

Joel continued his meal like he was a man starved, lapping and slurping up every drop of your sweet juices until his beard was glistening. His stubble created wonderful friction as well – always a thin line between the most thrilling kind of pain and pure pleasure. Soon your skin was red and itchy, but you didn't mind, couldn't mind. Joel had such a wonderful way of putting your mind elsewhere.

"You taste so good, sweetheart, you know that? And it's all fuckin' mine. Every inch, every drop, every moan… S'all made for me. No one's ever gonna touch this pussy except for me, ain't that right?"

He draggingly guided his tongue through your folds, stopping at your clit to blow some warm air over it.

"Say it. Say whose pussy this is and who gets to touch 'er."

"It's yours, Joel," you whined, surprised by how little effort it had cost you to make yourself say those words. To make yourself give in to him. "S'all yours. You're the only one I want."

He grinned, eyes skimming over your swollen slit and then he leaned in to continue to suck on your pearl while his fingers inside you moved in circles. He was massaging your walls, pushing up against the sensitive and most hidden part of your body while gifting you immense pleasure with his tongue and it was no wonder you were already so close. So close, you felt that if he continued like that, it would be minutes, seconds maybe until you would orgasm, but you couldn't give in. At least that was what a voice inside your head was telling you all of a sudden.

Don't give in. Don't give him the satisfaction of cumming so fast on his fingers and tongue. Seize control and make him beg.

You inhaled greedily, stuffy air filling your lungs, which gave you the opportunity to speak up.

"F-Fuck me," you managed to stutter, hands pulling at his hair to make him look up to you. "Fuck me, Joel."

It was your easiest shot. If he was to enter you with his dick, you might be able to set the pace. Joel lost his mind every time he worked himself inside you for the first time and that might be the moment for you to lead.

"I want you to cum before I do," he replied, the movement of his lips against your clit sending shock waves through your core. He didn't slow down, if anything he picked up the pace with which he kitten-licked your clit and hell, you didn't have the strength to speak up again. How could you, if his fingers felt so good being snug inside you. If his mouth worshipped your bundle of nerves, kissing and showering it with love.

And so you came all over his face, knees buckling and hips lifting off the bed to press yourself closer against him. Joel dragged his tongue through your slit, collecting your wetness and savouring it in his mouth like it was something holy.

"Oh my fucking – " you managed to bring out before squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back. Your neck was flexed, every vein and tendon visible and your legs trembling as wave and wave of pure, hot tension rolled through your body. In the end all that was left of you was your pliant, slack body, clinging to the bedsheets.

"That's it, honey…," Joel just whispered, soothingly stroking up your thigh to settle his hand on top of your stomach.

"The most beautiful fuckin' thing I've ever seen," he added, pressing his lips to your hip bone and then crawling up to lay on top of you. He had licked up every ounce of your arousal and now his lips and beard were sticky and wet.

"Look at me, babygirl. Gimme those pretty eyes."

He brought a finger under your chin, carefully adjusting you so he could take a look at your pleasure-drawn face.

"You know that you make the sweetest noises when I fuck you with my fingers? So goddamn perfect, sweetheart. Just wanna spend the rest of my life between those legs… Jesus, you're a dream."

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, lips loosely brushing over your temple before moving the hair out of your face with his big hands. Slowly, you began to regain your powers, sight clearing up and the pounding of your heart calming. Still, you didn't feel as strong as you sounded as you whispered the following words.

"Will you fuck me now finally?"

Joel sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and just grinned.

"You're a greedy 'lil thing."

"And you're an exhausted old man."

You ran a hand down his front until you could grab his dick, eyes flashing as you felt him twitch in your grasp.

"You're not that much younger."

You ignored the comment and stroked him while making sure you kept eye contact.

"I wanna be on top," you whispered against his lips, already wrapping a leg around his hips so you might be able to flip the two of you over.

"I'm sure you do…"

You frowned, chewing on the inside of your cheek, which made him chuckle lowly.

"Ask me real nice and I'll think about it."

Joel suddenly removed your hand from his length and pumped his dick while aligning himself with your entrance.

"Please," you begged, although your stomach twisted.

"Was that enough already…?"

"Please, Joel. I'll make the both of us feel good."

He wryly grinned, but then finally gave in, rolling off you, lying down next to you and guiding you to straddle his center. You smiled like you had achieved this on your own, grabbing his broad shoulders for leverage. Then you reached for his cock again and brought his tip to your hole with your heart beating like thunder. Your pussy ached for him, clenched and fluttered around nothing and just the thought of feeling him stretch you was enough for you to break into sweat. Yet you tried to overplay it with a quiet scoff, blaring your teeth when he flinched in your hand.

"Pathetic, isn't it? You're pratically dripping for me."

Joel inhaled through his teeth, running a hand through his hair to tame the mess.

"Baby, Don't tease. Fuck, don't," he muttered. All of his initial cockiness was gone after just one of your strokes up his dick.

"Oh now it's me that's gotta play by the rules?"

You smugly smirked, painfully slowly dragging his tip through your folds, stopping at your clit for some extra stimulation.

"I didn't – fuck… I didn't tease you like this."

"Shhh. Just look at me. If you're good, I'll reward you."

And then you slowly guided his tip to your entrance, but you were yet to let him enter you. You just tapped it against your pussy, going in tight circles that made Joel fall apart underneath you.

"Baby, fuck… Please, I – god, you're – please."

"Say it again. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you want me to ride this dick."

Joel's head dropped forward, brow coming to rest on your shoulders while he choked on his own breath.

"I need it. Please, fuck, I need it so bad. Please, I – I'll do as you say. Just please."

You laughed out loudly, grabbing the side of his face and tilting his head to look into his eyes.

"You beg so sweetly, pretty boy. You think it's enough?"

You knew how cruel you were being, but you couldn't stop yourself. Not after the way he had taken the reins so brutally earlier.

"Jesus, c'mon… I need you, please. I'll be good. I swear."

You sank down on him at his last word, eliciting a low growl in him. You were soaking wet and properly opened up from the time he had spent between your legs, so you had absolutely no problems taking him in one go. The two of you gasped out simultaneously, eyes wide at the way he filled you so wonderfully. Once you had lowered yourself all the way down and he had disappeared inside you, the sensation was so overwhelming that your head swam and you suddenly felt dizzy. But Joel seemed almost worse. He cussed under breath, shaky fingers gripping your hips to ground himself.

"Oh god… Oh baby, yes. You feel so good 'round me."

His hoarse voice made you snap back to reality and you slowly moved your hips in circles, still getting used to his size. A quiet whimper left his throat, one that only motivated you further to make him go insane, so you picked up the pace and rolled your hips like you had learned to do over time, fucking Joel. You knew what he liked, what made him feral and what made his balls pulsate. You knew the way he lost his mind when you changed the angle and how sensitive his skin right below his jawline was. How he jerked when you clenched around him, how he enjoyed the slight sting that was created when you pulled at his roots and how much he loved seeing your chest in front of his eyes while you rode him. And you were more than ready to make him lose his mind.

His cock was filling you so well that you actually had problems focusing on moving steadily yourself, but with your hands on his broad shoulder to support yourself, you managed to keep a pretty constant tempo. And yet your forehead was soon covered with sweat, the salty drops running down your temple and of course Joel noticed it too.

"You need some help there, angel?" he cockily asked, leaning back against the wall as if to show him how comfortable it was for him.

"I think you need someone to fill that bratty mouth of yours," you hissed and glid two fingers into his mouth without a warning. He sucked on them, twirling his tongue around the digits like he wanted to clean them, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes still didn't vanish and it irritated you.

Before you could say another word, Joel suddenly lifted his hips and drove himself upward, fucking into you. And – destroy your rhythm.

You cursed, brow furrowing and eyes dangerously darkening. And this motherfucker just grinned like he didn't know why you were mad.

"You like to disobey me, mhm?" you purred, taking his wrist and pinning them down on the bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, hands wriggling under your grip, but you remained unwavering. You gave him another glance, suspiciously watching him through small slits before picking up the pace again and riding his dick that was already throbbing inside of you. He would cum soon, so you didn't understand why he was making it harder for the both of you. Why still trying to gain the upper hand when you were happy to make the two of you orgasm? By now you had brought a hand between your legs to rub at your clit and you knew you were close too. Maybe he had learned his lessons now, you thought, becoming more confident with the way you moved until Joel did it again and this time you almost choked on your own breath.

"Joel," you gasped, lips parted and cheeks flush. Instead of answering he moved again, delivering slow, but deep thrusts into your pussy from below.

"Ah fuck," you whimpered, eyes closing involuntarily. "Joel, you – "

The unfinished sentence lingered in the heated, thin air. You could literally smell the desire off of each other and it was a mixture of sweat and animalistic, primal desire. You were too weak to even notice when Joel freed his hands and brought them to your butt to hold you still while filling your cunt over and over. Your thighs were burning by now, muscles tense and aching from the way you were holding yourself up on top of him, but of course you would never tell Joel. For now you were accepting what he gave you, not that you would have been able to bring up the strength to stop him when he was making you feel so good.

"Touch yourself, babygirl," he breathed, pushing you closer to his center, which changed the angle in a way that made you cry out.

"Yeah I know. I know, honey, you're so close, aren't ya? C'mon let me take care of it."

With these words, he flipped the two of you over again, grinning as your hair was spread out on the pillow. He didn't waste any time pounding your pussy - perhaps he was afraid you would put on another show if he gave you time to realize he had taken over again.

"Now, now," he commented the way your pussy greedily sucked him in, your walls gripping him so firmly, the blood in his veins began to thump. His fingers added more pleasure, rubbing lazy, but precise circles over your clit as he chased his high.

"I want you to cum for me. Cum around my cock, milk him, c'mon."

He pulsated deep inside of you, thrusting in you forcefully until the world stopped for a moment for the both of you. You saw stars and only managed to press out a quiet "You little asshole," before waves of sweet, divine pleasure rolled over you.

The muscles in your lower belly and thighs contradicted, pulsing and twitching as he rode your orgasm out, but then stayed snug inside you while he filled you with his cum. Your face was burning as the high faded, hair sticking to your forehead and lashes fluttering. Your whole body felt numb, limbs pliantly lying to your side and chest heaving.

"Oh my god," you whispered.

It truly had been magical. Joel was always able to give you heavenly moments when he made you cum, but tonight had been something special. Not only had the two of you cum almost at the same time, but it had also been especially intense. You sighed deeply and smiled at the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs. Someone really needed to open a window in here, though.

"You alright?" Joel suddenly asked.

He had dropped his head to your collarbone, eyes shut, but he wore a satisfied smirk.

"Yes. You?"

"Yes."

You tangled your hands in his hair, which stood up in all directions. It felt slightly damp, but you didn't care.

"Did you like it?" Joel then wanted to know and you felt your heart clench, stomach jittering.

"Of course I did," you chuckled, pressing his head closer to your chest. "Did you see how I just came? Did you enjoy it?"

You broadly grinned, stroking up and down the back of his head while fully savouring the weight of his body on top of you.

"Yeah. I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know that. And I love you too. More than anyone or anything else in this world, baby."

His eyelids fluttered briefly as if he wanted to open them, but then changed his mind at the last second.

"Promise?"

Joel's hands tightened around you, pulling you closer to him almost desperately, even though there was no more space left. Not even the thinnest layer of paper could fit between you two.

"I promise."