#wannna one go

[teddybeartoji]

i wish i could play hsr more😔😔😔😔😔

[dionysuswearsanorangetracksuit]

someone cast me in a play before I lose my minddddddddddddd

[apocripha-0]

How do people find motivation to dress up while going to college? I cant even find it in me to get up in the morning. . How to self express without the effort?

[cepheusgalaxy]

Step one: Let go of screens one hour before bed (failed step one)

Step two: Lay down (sucess!)

Step three: Sleep.

I've seen people describing it as dreadful and I kind of agree

[1800dojaejung]

don't wannna wait on it (m)

> summary: if it’s a crime to want to have sex at every opportunity with your incredibly sexy boyfriend then you’ll gladly accept your sentence. > pairing : na jaemin x fem!reader > genres & aus: established relationship au, non!idol au, smut, porn with absolutely no plot, the occasional small fluff bits because i’m me rating: 18+ [MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED] > warnings/content: car sex, rough sex, clit & tit slapping, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl/pretty girl/slut), unprotected sex, creampie, one mention of a ‘sir’ kink, lowercase writing > words: 3.6k > note: hi i’m back?! 🫣 this was not something in my wips nor was it a request. i didn’t even plan on writing for the dreamies anytime soon but na jaemin is my all consuming sleep paralysis demon and i’m unbearably whipped for him so this happened over the weekend when i was high and staring at pictures of him so surprise~🧍🏽‍♀️ thank you to my love @horanghater for beta reading this and always being my biggest cheerleader 🩷❤️

he smiles that megawatt, heart-stopping smile at you. the corners of his mouth quirk up, lush pink lips stretching over two rows of perfect teeth. jaemin’s smile has always been your favorite physical feature on him.

“yes, of course, i love the rest of you!”

“but what about-”

“yea jaem - that includes your dick.” is usually some variation of how the conversation would go between the two of you when you complimented his smile. of course he knows you love him, and that you’re in love with him, but who would he be if he didn’t whine his way into getting more compliments from you?

jaemin’s smile is something that needs to be immortalized in a mural on the sistine chapel ceiling, or however, the damn saying goes.

it’s hard to remember much when he’s fucking your last remaining brain cells out of you..

“if only you could see yourself right now, baby girl - so fucked out you can’t even focus on me for more than a second,” jaemin sighs at you, eyes focused on the way your eyes cross and mouth twists in a choked cry.

you wanted so badly to strike back with something sassy, but his thumb has moved to stroke your clit just the way you like and the breath is knocked out of you.

jaemin’s left hand, the one gripping your thigh like a lifeline as it hangs limply around his waist, shifts downward to the back of your knee. he lifts your leg to drape it over his shoulder. his cock wedges deeper into you, the sensation completely blocking out the way your knee hits the roof of the car on the way up.

in the very back recesses of your brain you conjure enough sense to be happy that jaemin had driven your suv out tonight. fucking him in his sedan would’ve been doable, but a little trickier.

you would know since he has in fact, fucked you in his car before. comfort makes all the difference.

it had been him that needed you that night, the dress you’d worn for jeno’s birthday party at his favorite club making it impossible for jaemin not to watch you all night. just seeing you standing and talking to your group of friends had him locked in, his heavy gaze watching your every move. when he finally got his hands on you, he could only focus on dancing with you for a single song before he was dirty talking you out of the club and onto your hands and knees in the backseat of his bmw.

tonight, it just so happened to be your turn to shamelessly ogle your boyfriend like a woman starved.

in your defense, it is literally his fault. he’d been teasing you all day.

your boyfriend had taken it upon himself to wake you up this morning by crawling between your legs and rousing you out of your sleep with his lips attached to your clit. apparently, he missed you so much while you were asleep he couldn’t wait to have a taste of you as soon as his eyes opened.

you didn’t have a problem with it, nor did you have a problem with the way his hands took every opportunity to find your hips, your side, your ass, or your hands with his own as the day went on. you cleaned your shared apartment before getting ready for your friends’ housewarming gathering later and jaemin couldn’t keep his hands off of you - again, not that it was a bad thing.

what did end up being a bad thing - for you at least - is how wound up he left you, only to leave the house for your outing tonight looking like the sexiest man on the planet (as if he didn’t already do that every day).

jaemin wore dark denim jeans and a casual blazer - a very normal outfit in your opinion.

except, under his blazer was a form-fitting tank top. the get-together was only a handful of friends and the hosts made it clear it was an extremely casual time so neither of you had to worry over an outfit to wear. still, the moment jaemin decided to take his blazer off and you watched as his shoulders, arms, and the thick vein that runs up his bicep whenever he flexed became visible, you wished he had worn a three-piece suit instead.

how the hell were you supposed to be normal when he had riled you up so much over the course of the day? and of course, even in the car ride over, he had let his hand rest on your bare thigh, fingertips casually resting just under the bottom of your skirt. you wanted more than anything for him to creep those thick fingers up the rest of the way and find their way into your panties.

he didn’t though, he instead talked about how excited he was for donghyuck and his partner, your best friend, to have finally been able to get their own house. it made jaemin talk wistfully about when the two of you would do the same. your heart would normally be fluttering in your chest at how sweet your boyfriend of four years is and how much it made you fall even more in love with him when he talked about your future together.

and while yes, you were feeling that giddiness, your pussy was also throbbing, panties sticking uncomfortably against you as his fingers danced on your skin, but made no move upwards.

so, again, it was hardly your fault that you needed him so badly. that’s why, at some point in the night, you simply lost all decorum. it was when jaemin came into the kitchen while you were trying to decide which appetizer to distract yourself with. he was still just in his undershirt and had the nerve to smile at you.

“hey, beautiful,” he immediately came over to place a kiss on your cheek. your back was to him so he casually draped himself over you, back-hugging you as he surveyed the food options. “having fun?”

you hummed in affirmation, suddenly getting distracted as he pressed into you, reaching over your body to grab a slice of pizza. his chest was so solid behind you, his warmth striking the match that was your overwhelming thirst for him.

“yeah, but i’d be having more fun if you were fucking me right now.”

jaemin’s eyes widened, head tilting as he studied you. “oh yeah?” he sounded genuinely intrigued. “and where is that coming from?”

rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him, pushing your ass back into his bulge behind you, jaemin letting a grunt sound in his throat.

“you’ve been messing with me since you woke me up!” he smirked at the memory, obviously not sorry one bit. “then, you spent the whole day groping me like a perv!”

he gasped, “first of all, i’m offended that me wanting skinship with my girlfriend whom i love so much makes me a perv!”

“still! and then you walk around this house in this tight shirt with your arms just out!”

“is it not warm in here?! it’s not my fault donghyuck won’t let us turn the aircon lower!”

you flipped around, wrapping your arms around his waist, surprising him again.

“jaem, please can we go home? i need you so bad,” you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, jutting your lip out for good measure. jaemin’s willingness to give into you would typically depend on how nice or how mean he was feeling that day.

unfortunately for you, it was obvious he wasn’t going to give you what you want anytime soon. a downright devilish smirk overtook him as he pressed against you, his bulge pressing into your belly. your grip on his waist tightened as you felt in real time, his dick hardening against you.

“honestly, i had no idea i was getting you so flustered, baby girl,” one of his hands moves to hold your waist, grinding against you once more. “but now that i know, i think instead of leaving now, it’ll be much more fun to make you wait until later.” as soon he says that, he snatches his hold on you away, separating your bodies before you can grab at him again.

“jaemin!” you pout, arms falling to your side.

“besides, it would be rude to leave our friends’ gathering celebrating this milestone in their lives! you wouldn’t want to do that, right sweetheart?” you cross your arms. that was true - you didn’t want to leave the celebration early just to run off and have sex with your boyfriend - even if your body was practically buzzing at the sight of jaemin just standing in front of you. “plus, sometimes i just love making you unbearably horny. you get so fucking desperate for me.”

he had the nerve to giggle at the scoff you let out as he blew you a kiss and left the kitchen.

and you hate how right he was. you were so pathetically desperate for him. you kept your eyes on him all night and quickly got tired of just looking, so you decided to flip the script on him, using every excuse you got to touch or rub up on him.

your ass rubbed against him as you inserted yourself into a conversation with he and jeno. your nail scraped across his firm chest as you scooted past him to get to the bathroom. you made sure to grip the highest part of his thigh when for “stability” as you rose from the couch to go talk to a friend.

it was partially to tease him right back and partially to fulfill your scorching need to feel him up. you were admittedly shameless in your lust for him, but so what? if it’s a crime to want to have sex at every opportunity with your incredibly sexy boyfriend then you’ll gladly accept your sentence.

by the time the night was over and goodbyes were shared, you knew your actions were anything but criminal.

“just so you know, when we get home i’m going to do so much more than eat your slutty little cunt out,” he says low enough for only you to hear, which combined with the way his fingertips dug into your lower back as he walked you to the car, was anything but a punishment.

excitement coursed through your veins - when jaemin started to say absolutely filthy things to you before using his soft words as foreplay, you knew he wanted you in more of a carnal way than anything slow and drawn out. he needed you then just as badly as you had needed him.

“oh yeah?” you mused, pretending to be surprised by his admission. you unabashedly smiled up at him, amused by the way he frowned back in response.

“yeah,” he said simply, opening your passenger door, holding your hand as you stepped up and in, not saying another word.

you had known he was going to fuck your brains out when you got home, but what you hadn’t known was that he’d decide he couldn’t wait anymore. that instead of waiting to bend you in half at home in your bed, he was going to pull onto a side road on the way home and do it. the road was still under construction, so it was a dead end with no one nearby, all the workers having gone home for the night.

jaemin drives his hips into the backs of your thighs faster, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing against the fogged-up windows.

“ja-aemin!” your back arches up when he takes his thumb away from your clit to readjust your hips on the seat.

he tuts at you, his hand quickly moving back between you to smack at your clit, the sting pushing a squeal out of you.

“patience, my slutty baby. i’m making sure you don’t fall.” he smacks your bud again, hand going back to your hips and forcefully slowing your movement down. he ignores your pleas and protests for him to do anything other than stop.

“jaemin, no no no no please!”

“fuck i love when you beg for me like this. my pretty, needy girl.”

“yes, yes, jaem please, i’m so needy.”

jaemin bites his lip, slowly rotating his hips. it’s not fast enough to give you any relief from the pressure building in your stomach and you whine out louder in frustration.

“needy for what exactly?” he’s teasing you because of course he is.

“you, jaemin!”

“what about me?”

“oh my god, jaemin, your dick! i need your dick and i need you to fuck me and make me cum! please!” you’re more irritated when you say it, your orgasm having been taken from you.

“i know, i just like to hear you say it,” jaemin chuckles.

“you’re so annoying!” you grunt, trying to move your hips to set the pace yourself. instead, jaemin presses them down into the cloth seats, leaning over your body to bring his face directly in front of you.

you stop your squirming to gasp, surprised by his proximity. his dark eyes sweep over your face before he’s leaning down to kiss you, plump lips moving against yours with hunger and determination. you instantly kiss him back, eyes slipping closed as jaemin’s tongue caresses yours, both of you sighing into the other. jaemin reaches up to cradle your head and he deepens the kiss, but only for a few more seconds. he pulls away, giggling at the tiny “noooooooo” you whimper, going so far as to kick your legs the best you could, throwing a tantrum.

jaemin coos at you, sitting up straighter. his hands skillfully reach for the buttons on your blouse, undoing them with little effort and pulling your bra up, making sure your tits fall out the bottom and tucking the unneeded fabric under your chin.

“jaem! i’m going to die if you don’t finish what you started!”

jaemin brings a heavy hand down, smacking your right tit, making you scream. “hush, brat! i wanted to see your tits while i fuck you.”

you humph at him, turning your head to look away from him with an attitude.

jaemin rolls his eyes as he repositions himself, slowly entering your waiting pussy again, and watches as your eyelids flutter closed, frown melting away as your mouth opens.

“you’re lucky i need to fill you up now or else i’d make you wait till we’re home.”

you barely hear him as inch-by-inch of jaemin slides into you until he’s bottomed out, stretching your walls out as if he hadn’t just been pumping into you minute ago.

jaemin carefully positions both legs over his shoulders, bending down into your space, both to witness the stunning expressions he’ll get you to make up close and to not risk hitting his head on the roof of your car.

the position allows it to feel as though jaemin fills you up even more, crowding so close to you that all you see, all you hear, all you smell is jaemin. if you lean up close enough, you may be able to kiss him again so you can taste jaemin too.

that stops being an option once he finally starts to move his hips and thrusts into you, wasting no time to ease you into it. jaemin grinds into you with a force that makes the car start to shake again.

“shit - jaem!”

“feel good, baby girl?”

“so so good!”

jaemin shuffles his lower half closer to you, pushing you further up the seat with each rough thrust. he manages to lean closer to pepper your faces in sloppy kisses with each snap of his hips.

“so fucking beautiful,” jaemin groans, the blunt nails on his left hand dig into the sensitive skin of your thighs as he bullies his cock into your sopping pussy harder, harder, and harder again, your cries for him nothing but incomprehensible nonsense at this point.

when the positioning of his hips changes an inch, it’s just enough to have the fat head of his cock knocking into your g-spot over and over again.

“fuuuuck! yes, right there jaem baby, right there!” you shriek, nails digging into his thick biceps as you cling to them, your head spinning with pleasure.

“open your eyes, pretty girl,” jaemin nearly growls. “look at me when you cum.”

it feels almost impossible, but you do as you’re told, prying your teary lashes open to meet jaemin’s gaze. you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, eyes dark, pupils blown out as he stares you down. his black hair is sticking to his face as a few sweat droplets trail down the side of his face and drip, making his beautiful, honeyed skin glow. 

your eyes follow, catching sight of the way his gold chain dangles over you as he snakes his hand between your bodies again, this time returning his fingers to your aching clit, twisting and rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive bud with a purpose.

“jaem…baby, i-i i’m so close. s-so close!”

“yeah? gonna cum for me baby girl?”

“mmhmm!”

“gonna be my good girl and make a mess for me to clean up when we get home?” jaemin’s words are strained, his own end also approaching.

“yes! anything please, jaem, just wanna cum! can i, please?”

“only if you look at me while you do,” he commands, pulling your gaze away from his sculpted chest.

when your eyes lock with his, jaemin immediately smiles at you again, this time in the cocky, self-assured way he always does when he watches you breaking down and falling to pieces for him.

“cum for me, pretty girl. come on and cream all over my fat cock,” jaemin demands, finger pressing against your clit at the same time that his cock drills into your spot for the final time needed to have your toes curling and vision turning white as you cum, nails nearly breaking skin on jaemin’s arms as you do.

through the static filling your ears, you can hear his moans getting louder and high-pitched.

he keeps his heavy eyes locked on you until he can’t anymore and his body stutters, then he’s cumming hard, lids clenching shut as ropes of white warmth fill your hole and drip out around jaemin’s twitching dick.

he rests his head against your chest, his sweaty hair making your bare skin itch. even so, you let him stay for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth of his breath with each exhale.

eventually, you have to call his name a few times, tapping the top of his head. he doesn’t respond at first, so you have to shake him harder and he finally sits up.

“hmm?”

“were you asleep?!”

“no, but i didn’t wanna leave. your tits are so soft,” jaemin pouts, hands cupping both of your breasts and squeezing. he almost gets you - your head nearly lolling back as his thumbs roll over your nipples.

you fight it though, pinching his side which makes him yelp.

“you can play with my tits when you get us home if we leave right now.”

your boyfriend sighs, but straightens himself up, gingerly pulling his softening length out of you. he can’t help but hesitate to watch in fascination when his cum leaks out from between your puffy pussy lips, only looking away when you close your legs.

“babeeeeee!”

“babe nothing! home now!” you push him away with your foot and sit up to pull your skirt down.

“fine, but you better hold all my cum inside you till we get there. i need to fuck it back into you.”

you pretend to think, jaemin making eye contact with you through the rearview mirror when you hesitate. “mmm okay…but only if you promise to fill me up again right after.” jaemin lets out a huff through his nostrils, throwing the car into drive.

“seatbelt, baby,” he tells you, waiting for you to do so before he peels away. “good girl.”

the timber of his voice has you clenching around nothing, already missing the heaviness of jaemin stretching your walls to their limit.

“anything for you, sir.” the words are sticky sweet and jaemin has to count to five because he’s sure he’ll explode if you keep it up.

“you love playing with me, don’t you?” jaemin mumbles through gritted teeth, wishing more than anything that red lights were never invented as he slows to a stop, traffic laws delaying him in getting to his destination.

“i do. not my fault i always wanna fuck my gorgeous boyfriend.” you lean up when you speak, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear.

“fuck baby…” he trails off, getting momentarily distracted when your tongue starts licking up the side of his neck, your teeth biting down on his shoulder. he refocuses when you pull away, smiling flirtatiously at him in the mirror. “it’s a good thing then that i love fucking my gorgeous girlfriend, huh?” he looks at you for a second longer before stepping on the gas when the light turns green.

“it’s because we’re perfect for each other.”

you see jaemin’s reflection in the driver’s side window and catch him smiling wide - the sight prompting you to do the same.

“yeah, i guess we are,” jaemin concludes, still smiling as he makes a turn, your apartment only a few blocks away. you watch his reflection, loving his smile as you always do, but you also can’t wait to see the way he’ll smile down at you when you get home and you get his dick in your mouth.

jaemin’s smile is your favorite feature of his - no matter how you’re making him do it.

net tag: @kbookshelf

[2-dsimp]

heyy anon here, i hope your doing well and all is well.

i wanted to ask if our yan husband really likes wife reader for her..

based on some of the fics, and my messages with the c.ai bot, he really seems sooo obsessed with reproducing and it made me wonder. Does he really like his wife for their personality, or their body?

-Sorry if this offends anyone.

Nokka briefly looks stunned, before a few veins started popping on his neck from how pissed he was starting to become. As he began exaggeratedly scanning around the room. Trying to search for where the flying fuck you lost your head at. For even daring to ask something such a insulting question right to his face.

“Haa… You’ve gotta be shitting me right? I’ve been pinning after your cute ass ever since we was kids. And that’s what you wannna fuckin ask? To me, your goddamned husband? That you married?!”

He seethed in a surprisingly low hushed voice. While his thick fingers firmly grasped your shoulders. Practically looking at you, as if you were going crazy. Wearing a mixed of a frustrated, offended, and confused on his boyish features. While he continued his little tangent.

“The same husband, Who loves the ever living fuck outta you, gave you that ring to remind ya how we’re locked in forever as husband and wife.”

“Cuz there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you leave me. Not after the lengths I’ve gone to finally make you mine. Coming up here and asking me that bullshit… Are you trying to give me a fucking stroke wife?”

Your husband, cursed as he pressed his forehead against yours giving you a contemplative look. That quickly switched to a determined fiery glint in his eyes. A dastardly grin taking over his lips as he swept you off your feet. Calling up Quio to do him a favor as he walked you to his Harley motorcycle. And made sure to fasten your custom helmet he picked out for you.

“Cmon let’s renew our marriage license. Scratch that let’s have another wedding. Cuz clearly you need a reminder of why I chose you as my wife. Only you. Let’s go.”

——————————————

A/n: The only one you offended was your own husband dear anon ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[glassmitu]

Ty for doing my requests earlier! I love your writing and style of them! So can i please ask Elliot x Baker! Reader? Oneshot of this one.

Where a new Bakery had just arrived and is stealing customers to try out sweet desserts and pastries as the reader and elliot see each other as enemies at first.

But when Elliot goes to see what is really good at their bakery, and the reader offers him sweets to which he teies and taste good and they get to know each other.

and it the end, the pizza place and bakery got along.

Maybe some fluff since they both have feelings and use their own food to offer one another

Ty again

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — Elliot x baker!Reader, fluff, one shot,,

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — okay,, this is absolutely so adorable idea???? This made me sosososo ypieieie dododood hehehe,, also thanks for requesting again<33

ELLIOT

It has been sometime ever since a new place opened on the other side of the Builder brothers pizza. The shop were bakery,

The usual customers who visits the pizzeria had been going to the bakery often, seemingly the business in the pizzeria falling apart.

This of course were problem, as elliot had seen the bakery's baker, who is called [n]. He already disliked them, even if he didn't know them that much after all.

And today, elliot decided to go to tge bakery, to see if the treats are that good like people described to be.

Standing on the order place, stood [n] and on the other side stood elliot, as [n] spoke with teasing tone.

"I see, you've came to taste our treats. Perhaps that pizzas were too dull to taste now.”

Elliot just stayed silent, before he replied.

"no, i just came to take a taste. If your treats are that good.”

[n] hummed, elliot ordered something that were random in his mind, as his order were already served.[n] let out small "enjoy" before leaving to make more baking.

Elliot took his order and sat down on the nearby seat, exclaiming the baking, he took bite of the desert and actually..

It tasted good, no more than good. Elliot glanced back at the window of the kitchen,[n] glanced at him with a small smirk. But it flattered once they saw elliot's small smile.

After that evening, once the bakery were done and were closing off. Elliot came inside the bakery once again,[n] who were holding a bag with some left over bakings looked at him.

"Oh it's you, do you need something?"

Asked [n], and elliot replied.

"yeah, i do. I wannna say that i apologize for glaring at you and all.But i can't lie that your baking is good, if you could or wanna. Do you wanna get to know eachother and share your recipes? I can share mines too."

[n] smiled at the reply,they hummed and talked again.

"Sure, i was actually curious about how you make these pizzas."

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[enchantedflameandflower]

Billy Butcher fic! 18+ only for sex, mild spanking, smut, piv, Butcher’s fingers and a bit of soft dom for fun (also some h/c)

“His gaze always seemed to linger when she wore it and it didn’t seem he was able to resist the way it fell off her shoulder and clung to her body in her sleep.

"Ya know this one's my favorite..." he murmured low against the shell of her ear plucking at the material.

"Mmmm..." she hummed in reply, her eyes still closed. "You want to borrow it?"

Billy made a noise then brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear again, tugging her hips closer. "I wannna do unspeakable, dirty things to ya while it's rucked up over your tits, tanglin’ your arms together while ya gasp my name."”

karl urban masterlist

taglist: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality @nosebeers @vavafaure1994 @weallhaveadestiny @str8-jack-it

~*~*~ more under the cut!~*~*~

direct link to part 1

Part 38 (you don’t need to read previous parts to enjoy this!)

Addison did not see Butcher for days after the incident at Vought tower. He barely answered his phone and when he did it was only to talk for a second and beg off, then maybe text her later. Maybe. Thanks to M.M., she knew where Billy was, but he never actually said it. 

Nearly five days later, M.M. called her to let her know they were releasing Billy from the hospital. She was almost shocked he didn’t leave on his own AMA, but that must mean it was just as bad as she imagined. Or maybe worse. 

She didn’t hesitate to call Billy’s phone and she didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he answered. 

“‘Lo, sunshine.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly but it was perfect to her. 

“Can you come over?” she asked without preamble. She wouldn’t force him to tell her where he was or talk about anything he wasn’t ready to. But she wanted to catch him before he left and ended up somewhere else, unwilling to move again. 

He was silent for a very long moment. “Aye,” he finally answered. “I’ll be there in a bit.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Just want to see you.”

“Alright then. Soon, yeah?”

The exhaustion in his voice broke her down for a second but she pulled herself back together. 

“Yeah.”  ~*~*~

The first two nights at her place he didn’t come to bed at all. His bruises had started to fade, his cuts were healing, but she could still see them, and she could still see the devastation in his expression.  

He had told her what happened at Vought but she knew there was something more. Something he wasn’t telling her. Something awful. He was different now, she could see it in his eyes. 

The third night she finally got him to come back to bed with her and he didn’t have any nightmares but she didn’t think he ever slept at all. The next night they started once more, in excess, worse than ever. But he wouldn’t talk about it. Not yet, he mumbled. 

Addison didn’t know what else to do but wrap her arms around him, so she did and he fell against her chest. In the next moment, she felt his body shaking and she realized he was crying, silently, his tears seeping into her shirt as he seemed to completely break down. 

She tightened her hold without saying a word and she felt the tears start stinging in her own eyes. She wouldn’t let go, no matter what. After that he finally fell into a deep sleep and stayed that way for hours. She wondered if it was the first time he had truly slept in weeks. The next day he was miles better, and even more so the following day, but he still wouldn’t tell her what the weight was he was carrying so heavily. Addison didn’t push, instead just spending the time peacefully together. ~*~*~

A few days later, as the morning light was only just barely starting to filter in around the edges of the curtains, Addison woke so, so slowly to the soft feeling of Billy’s strong fingers. They drifted idly up and down her side over the material of her little nightgown as she burrowed her face against his chest. His hand slipped up to just under the curve of her breast, then slowly back down over her hip and behind to her bottom. Then he repeated the entire path again.

On the third run, she couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer and she made a soft little noise in the back of her throat, pressing just a little closer to him, nuzzling against his chest. He seemed to have forgotten about his nightmares, at least for now and she felt a swell of utter joy that she could maybe give him a second of peace. She didn’t want to bring it up by asking how he was, so she just enjoyed the moment, humming softly. Maybe he needed this. 

Billy took a contented breath and pressed on her lower back, pulling her against him before returning to his gentle strokes over the satiny material. She knew that he in fact knew this nightgown was not silk; it was old and she’d had it forever. His gaze always seemed to linger when she wore it and it didn’t seem he was able to resist the way it fell off her shoulder and clung to her body in her sleep.

“Ya know this one’s my favorite…” he murmured low against the shell of her ear plucking at the material.

“Mmmm…” she hummed in reply, her eyes still closed. “You want to borrow it?” 

Billy made a noise then brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear again, tugging her hips closer. “I wanna do unspeakable, dirty things to ya while it’s rucked up over your tits, tanglin’ your arms together while ya gasp my name.”

Addison grinned, finally opening her eyes to look up from his chest and meet his own, so dark she could barely see the hazel. “Well that sounds like a good time,” she whispered in a breathy voice.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he grinned at her consent then leaned down to capture her mouth. Though his words were rough, he kept his motions slow and sultry, meant to seduce, stroking his tongue over hers and rubbing her body with deliberate, soft strokes of his palm. 

As he disoriented her with the kiss, his big hand slid down over her ass, kneading and pressing her against his quickly swelling length. Addison purred her pleasure and he pulled back from the kiss to let her breathe.

“Do ya think your arse’ll get bigger?” he asked, squeezing again. 

Addison laughed softly. “I think all your favorite parts of me will get bigger.”

“Mmmmmm,” he rumbled happily, dipping his head to bite along the curve of her neck. “Can’t wait…” He lifted one hand to cup her breast over her the material, kneading there before retreating again to make good on his promise. His hand slipped under her nightgown where it was resting on her thigh and he caught the hem with his wrist as he pushed it up her body. He helped her maneuver as he did, making sure it was all the way over her breasts then he turned her over, nestling up behind her. 

Addison arched her back, pressing her bare bottom against his cock and pushing her breasts out as his big hand slid up to cup them again. He tugged at her nipple until she whimpered then slowly slid his hand down her stomach until he could nestle his fingers against her clit.

She felt his hot breath on the sensitive spot just below her ear as the tips of his fingers slid through her wetness then circled her clit slowly. He only stayed there for a moment though and shifted his fingers down to slide inside of her, teasing. 

“Billy…” she moaned his name, his strong fingers starting to stretch her perfectly, a teasing promise of more and bigger things to come. 

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I -“ she gasped as he crooked his fingers, pressing in even further. “I want all of you.” 

She pressed back against his erection and it was his turn to groan. 

“Say it,” he rumbled. 

“…want your cock, Billy.”

“Hmmm…” he pretended to think while he circled his fingers around her swollen clit again, teasing her higher. 

Addison felt the fire inside of her grow even hotter as he edged her closer to release, but stopped before she could reach it. 

“What was that love?” 

Addison hummed, squirming against his fingers but he held her hips still with his free hand. 

“Your cock…need it Billy…”

“You’ll get it then,” he finally gave in. “Need ya on your knees for me now.”

“Condom?” she asked, turning to look back at him before she lost all sense. 

“I’m clean,” he answered. “They tested me for everything when I were at - uh, last week. So we’re good.”

Addison almost asked where, even though she knew, but then she decided to let it go. It wasn’t the time. Instead, she turned over on her stomach, tossing her nightgown away, and smiled up at him. “Come and get me then, love,” she teased.

He gave a low, soft moan. “Sure?” he asked one last time, even as he was already moving into place. 

She squirmed, letting her ass shake a little for him and he smacked the round cheek, making her purr before she spoke again, her voice a little breathless. “Might as well have some fun before I’m the size of a country cabin.”

He gave a low chuckle. “I’ll still want you the same.” Leaning over her, he bit the curve of her shoulder, then nuzzled a line of soft kisses down the length of her spine. 

“This fuckin’ ass,” he rumbled and he grabbed her hips, tugging her up on her knees as soon as he was situated kneeling between her thighs. “Not an offer I’ll ever turn down. I want ya to press your cheek to the pillow there, love, get your arse all the way up in the air for me. Don’t move. Understand?”

Addison could only moan again, her core was aching for him with his knees pushing hers farther apart and knowing he was so close. But Billy Butcher loved to tease and she knew it. She shifted her body back anyway, searching for something, anything. And maybe if she found it he would give in. 

But no. 

“Mmmmm,” he rumbled, rough and low kneading her hips as he inched back and held her in place. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya.”

Addison whimpered a little, pressing her face against the pillows and holding on for dear life. Open to him like this, but without his touch or his cock just made her feel empty, made her want him more. His palm smoothed all the way up her back and back down over her ass, tracing the curves. 

“Billy…” she begged. 

He finally dipped his hand back down between her legs, pressing one and then two fingers inside of her tight core again. She was already drenched for him and she knew he loved it. After every second or third stroke, he’d glide them around her clit and then he’d slip them back inside. 

After a few minutes of this Addison groaned with wanton impatience. It felt so good but she needed more.  

“That’s my girl,” he husked in response, “soaking…” He pumped his fingers a few more times before he finally pulled back. 

Addison mewed, knowing what was coming and pressed her hips back once more. He caught her around the waist and slapped her ass cheek again, making her jolt and moan, before he positioned her in front of him. 

She felt the tip of his swollen cock first, teasing over her folds and she shifted her knees just a little, trying to spread her thighs further apart for him. He groaned and pushed in just an inch. Addison wanted to scream but she whimpered instead, breathing his name. “Billy…” She was desperate but this felt like something he really needed. 

“Nice and slow, babe,” he rumbled. “Need it to last.”

And he kept to his word, pressing in slowly, inch by thick inch. Addison tried not to squirm too much but still she fluttered and squeezed around his shaft. He gave a husky moan every time she did and the sound took her even closer to the precipice. 

When he pushed in as far as he could he paused there, rubbing his palms over her body prone in front of him and just letting her feel him. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl for me,” he husked. “My girl. Takin’ it all so well.”

After a long second he started to thrust, slowly, pulling back and pushing all the way in while Addison clutched the pillow in front of her, holding on as best she could. He felt so fucking good…

She moaned as he hit that perfect spot inside of her and his hands tightened on her hips. He pulled back and thrust in again, and again, and then suddenly she was coming, whimpering into the pillow as the aftershocks rolled through her and she couldn’t ever remember climaxing that quickly before. 

“Fuck Billy,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath, her entire body trembling.

He gave a husky chuckle in response, rubbing his palms soothingly over her back. “Ready for more yet, love?” he rumbled after only a moment, still deep inside of her. 

She clenched around his length and nodded her head, not quite able to form words yet. 

He started again, slowly thrusting in her body but careful not to overwhelm her or push too far too fast. He moved like he just wanted to stay here fucking her forever. 

Eventually, though, he started to pick up his pace, thrusting harder, his grip tight and bruising on her hips, but she didn’t care. It all felt so good. “Billy…close…” she moaned. He slid his arms around her, pulling her up into a sitting position over his lap and then he started to thrust again, pushing deeper inside her. One hand slipped up to squeeze her breast while the other slid down, finding her clit easily. 

She turned her head and he caught her in a sultry hot kiss, his tongue rough and possessive. As good as it felt for him to fuck her into the bed, seeing him out of the corner of her eye made her realize she was missing out on all of the view and she vowed to herself that next time he would be under her so she could savor looking at every inch of him. 

But this…he thrust deeper and he felt so thick inside of her, filling her completely. She reached for his forearm, gripping it tightly as her head started to spin. “Oh fu…” she gasped. “Please…”

He made a low growling sound from behind her and circled his fingertips roughly over her clit as he continued to push his cock deep inside of her. 

She held on to him like a lifeline, trying to prolong the euphoria for as long as she could, but it was impossible. 

He bit at the shell of her ear. “Come for me, sunshine,” he husked, his voice gravely and gruff, “come on my cock…”

And she did, almost immediately and hard. A soft cry left her throat as she squeezed tight around him and pleasure exploded within her. His hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep inside her as his own orgasm came over him fast and forceful. He emptied himself inside her, rumbling a deep moan against her ear before he buried his face against the curve of neck and tightened his arms around her body, holding her to him. 

Addison clung to him as wave after wave of overwhelming sensation washed through her, and he held her tight against him through all of it. Eventually she felt all strength leave her and he carefully slid out of her, tipping her down to the bed. 

“Don’t move, love,” he rumbled in a hoarse voice and he left and returned to help her clean up. After that they laid in bed, just completely entangled, for hours. 

It wasn’t until almost noon Addison even spoke again. “Let’s do something…just completely normal. Just once…like we’re normal people.”

He hummed, his eyes still closed but he rubbed at her hip. “Like what, love?”

She turned in his arms, to lay on her side and tilted her head to look up at him. “A movie? Nice and dark. And we don’t have to talk to anyone.”

He looked at her for a moment, his hazel eyes full of some unnamed emotion. But there was real love in there too, somewhere deep down. 

“Sounds perfect, sunshine. Let’s go.”

~*~*~

part 39

karl urban masterlist

And we made it to the very end of season 3! When Butcher walks into the office at the flatiron building with that movie theatre soda cup in the last scene, I always imagine he had just come from a long healing bout of time with Addi. As always I have more to come!

Reblogs and likes and comments are appreciated so so much! Thank you for reading! The next part is mostly written but let me know what else you want to see!

[vic-ivy]

Hullo! I've been wanting to ask what are your thoughts on the idea that Odysseus loves Penelope like a worshiper loves a god, but with Diomedes he loves him like a man.

I'm having mixed thoughts about this one since for me Odysseus puts Penelope on a pedestal. Diomedes on the other hand, he's seen him down and dirty during the war, so I wannna know your take on this:D

Hi! Gods, this is such an interesting topic. I would first say that I believe that everything can have multiple interpretations that are super valid, but you’re here for my personal opinion so here I go I guess haha. This is how I see Odypen and Odydio (mostly based on canon reasons):

I believe that Odysseus loves them in different ways, but I don’t know if I agree with the idea of him exactly “worshipping” Penelope. I think he believes her to be the perfect model of a woman, but not without flaws. He would not have married someone less smart and less resourceful. People might think that Odysseus sees Diomedes more as an equal than Penelope, but no, to Odysseus he and Penelope are cut from the same cloth. She is obviously calmer and not so prone to anger because she was raised as a woman, but their way of thinking and seeing the world is exactly the same. They are cunning and family oriented and ready to take what they believe they deserve by all means possible. For that I think Odysseus loves her as his own soul. He loves her as someone loves their own best qualities when they see them reflected in others. Maybe there is some worshipping, but not godlike. He adores her like a soul recognizing its own worth. She is all the best things in him but she can be his worst qualities too (rash, angry, in denial of reality, prideful, stubborn to the point of danger). Still, she is all the things he values.

Diomedes, on the other hand, might have some similar qualities, but he neither acts like Odysseus nor has the same life goals and worldview (at least when they met in Aulis) (war does change them). Does Odysseus love him more “humanly”, more “worldly”? Maybe. It is true that Odysseus has seen him at his worst, but I do believe he has also seen Penelope at her worst. I don’t think he sees Diomedes with less of a clouded judgment. However, their experiences together are what shapes their love. A love born in times of war, where both of them are showing their worst qualities, their nastier side. Odysseus loves that Diomedes has a control over himself and a way of letting go of that control that he can’t even dream of archiving. He loves the differences, the blood-soaked hands from wielding a spear, so blood-soaked as his are from scheming. He loves that they agree on the ends but not on the means most of the time. He hates and loves and hates that Diomedes seems to know exactly the right thing to do at all times but does not really have any personal desires. Odysseus’ love towards Diomedes is more like a constant storm, I believe. He loves the sharpness of their differences because he never had that, never thought he needed it. Still, with all their differences, once they are together in the silence of a tent, Diomedes is more like the eye of the storm. The calm of knowing (and perhaps taming) that what is unknown to everyone else.

Maybe what I mean with all that is that Odysseus loves that Penelope stabilizes him while Diomedes turns his world upside down. He certainly needs both.

In conclusion, Odysseus loves Penelope like a worshiper loves a god, but with Diomedes he loves him like a man? Not really. He loves them both like a man in need of love. He loves them as much as he can love his own best and worst. He loves and needs them like humans love and need comfort and change at the same time.

(So much incoherent rambling. Thank you if you read it all)

[audzss]

I wrote this in my notes many months ago so I apologize if it’s really bad, but my biggest hc for Schlatt is a hair pulling kink and i had to make it into a short fic.

Also apologies for the amount of times I say cock, i despise the word member and i swear i will never use it.

Warning: NSFW!!

“C’mon- Just admit it, you literally *moaned* like a girl last time i did it!”

“That’s because you pulled so hard asshole!! Doesn’t mean I like it!” Schlatt shouts at me.

“Fine, if you wannna act so big and tuff, then let’s make a deal.”

He’s hesitant, his eyes scanning me and waiting for an explanation.

“I ride you, I get to pull your hair as much as I want, and you have to last longer than 5 minutes- and you’re not allowed to ask me to slow down!”

He laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Pftt- 5 minutes? Easy peasy.”

He picks up the remote and turns on the T.V. while I hold my hand out.

“Shake on it.” I say.

He rolls his eyes but eventually shakes my hand.

That night, Schlatt has me pushed against the bed, biting up my neck and slowly undressing me. When I manage to sneak a hand into his hair, he lifts his head to protest- Seems he already forgot about the deal.

“Uh-Uh, we had a deal, remember?”

He rolls his eyes and grabs my entire body, flipping us around so I was on top of him, I give him a sweet smile and he just stares up at me with that agitated look on his face.

I gently take one of my hands out of his hair and run it down his cheek, pressing a soft gentle kiss to the area under his ear.

His breath hitches and his hips shift, I smirk against his neck and bite down, causing him to let out a small groan.

I grind my hips down onto his, dripping onto his cock, he closes his eyes and throws his head back, opening his mouth in a silent moan.

I reach down and grab his cock before slowly sitting myself down onto him, when I look up, all I see is pure adoration in his eyes. It makes me want to go soft and gentle on him today, but I can’t forget that there’s a bigger task at hand, *I have to win this bet*.

I feign innocence, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek and rubbing my fingers on his scalp. As I add my tongue into the gentle kiss, he moans deep into me, i lift my hips and slowly sit back down on his cock, faking gentleness so he can get relaxed and let his guard down.

When I feel that he’s out of it enough, I slowly lift myself up before slamming my hips down and repeating at a ruthless pace, at the same time pulling his hair so hard that his head falls back and hits the wall.

He lets out the exact same moan he did last time, except for the fact that this time he didn’t stop after the first. He pants and whimpers as I keep the pressure on his hair, he takes one of his hands off of the sheet before roughly grabbing my hip, digging his nails in. Usually I would allow it, the pain adding a little extra pleasure. But today, I was in charge.

I halt to a complete stop and let go of his hair. He lifts his head up and looks at me, his eyes teary and his expression confused.

“Don’t do that, take your hand off and keep both of them on the bed.”

He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“What the fuck- I can’t touch you?”

I smile at his voice, already raspy from using it more than he usually does.

“No, you can’t touch me. I’m in charge.” I say, basically rubbing in it at this point.

He scoffs, “Fuck you, you’re not in charge-“ I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head sideways as he lets out a strangled moan.

“Yes, I am.” I say sternly. He takes his hand off and sets it on the bed, grabbing the sheets roughly.

Looking up at me with tears threatening to fall out his eyes, he pants and whimpers.

“Nothin to say now huh, Big Guy?” He just closes his eyes in response, admitting defeat to me. I smile and let up on his hair some in appreciation.

When I start to ride him, he starts whimpering again, with little gasps and whines in between them, and I could almost cum just hearing him.

Thinking about how such a tall, gruff, big man could moan and whimper like that. To add more to his pleasure, I lean down and bite his should *hard* before licking over it to soothe the irritated indentions that were already turning purple.

He almost sobs out a moan when I bite, breathe hitching as he starts to struggle more. I could feel he was getting close by the way his body was starting to shake, and the way his whimpers were getting higher pitched by the second.

“Fuck- Please, slow-“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before letting out a short, hitched gasp and a loud moan as he came inside of me.

[abyslita]

hi so can u give a tutorial just for like.. anythinf?? i wannna learn how to edit but it always looks empty / wrong

hi anon !! i decided to give you a tutorial on how to make your layouts (whether it be graphics, rentries etc) more full since that seems to be your main concern !1!1

the first thing i started doing is using more pngs and masks. it might seem like you’re overdoing it, but trust me, once you get the hand of it, it starts to look a lot better ! i use textured masks (such as these) to create certain effects ! you can use these as overlays, decorations etc, you don’t have to put an image into them.

i also recommend using inspo from other creators on where to place stuff ! it can be hard to figure out what will look good, but if you decide to go in without any inspo that’s okay ! i do that too sometimes :3 just take it slow with yourself! tutorials for text designs are also extremely helpful, especially when it comes to gfx. if you’re looking for more scattered pngs but don’t know where to start, you can try using the stuff that’s already in ibis paint! i love using this stuff a lot :3

try looking for resource rentries for more textures and overlays ! speaking of, textures are really, really helpful for making your designs look better. here are some of the ones i use the most ! play around wit the settings and stuff until you decide you like where your design is at !

i also recommend playing around with the filters in ibis paint, such as using the filter chrome as an overlay! i use that way too much.. uhm, i also recommend using grayscale and playing around with the brightness and contrast section before coloring your graphics ! theres also a really helpful website if you don’t have ibispaint bro (thank you kapri!!) for gradient maps ! i’ve been using this a lot, and it really helps make my stuff look better :,)

i hope this helps, anon! and anyone else who needs it ^_^. i’m in the process of making a discord server and rentry for my resources also, and there will be some tutorials and whatnot there as well !!

[27spoons]

Aghhh!!! I’m so sleepy I just wannna stay in bed all day and cuddle w nat. I have my mid terms tomorrow and I’m absolutely dreading it(even though it’s open note) I just wanna hide away. Like let my body sink into the mattress and never get out. It would be all warm and cozy and shit. 😔🥲 I hate school atp-🤺

okay so in my mind if you told Nat that you didn't wanna go to class for whatever reason her immediate response would be "oh, thank GOD." bc she didn't wanna go either.

or, she would be the one to suggest just... not going. you've been complaining? you should take a rest day. you're stressed? you should just stay in bed. nat woke up in a clingy mood? you should just stay in bed for the day because it's just one day!!

also, Nat deep into the relationship is clingy like a cat. it's canon now sorry. like once she trusts you her body just naturally gravitates to yours. 9/10 times you're waking up with her nose pressed into your neck and her body draped over yours. (which makes any of her arguments 10x as convincing as to why you should stay in bed)

"naaaaaat." you grumble, trying to pull away from her. "I got class. I gotta go."

Nat whines against your skin, "nooooo." her arm tightens around you and her nose presses further into your neck, like she's trying to immerse herself in your scent, "y've been so stressed lately. should just stay in today. we can go back to sleep."

"but baby, I have exams soon..." you try and pull away again, but both of you know it's a futile effort. you aren't going anywhere if Nat doesn't want you to. for all she is, she can be a koala when she feels like it.

Nat grumbles something unintelligible into your neck, grunting as she slings a leg over yours. "y'don't have exams today. so you can worry about the exams on a day that isn't today."

anyways, you're a pushover. she's hard to deny on a good day, let alone when you're already not up to doing anything

you stay in your pajamas all day. you two aren't leaving your dorm/cramped apartment, anyway.

your day looks like this:

1) fall back asleep

2) wake up after 12pm

3) Nat complains she's still tired (she's not. she just overslept and feels groggy)

4) neither of you want to cook. it's either cold pizza, instant ramen, snack foods, or ordering delivery

5) watch some shitty b-movie from the 80's (Nat falls asleep during it)

6) you refuse to move from your spot while Nat is sleeping (it's like when an animal falls asleep on you. you just gotta sit there and wait until they wake up, or it's 100 years of bad luck)

7) you tease Nat when she wakes up for drooling on you and falling asleep during another movie

8) Nat denies it with her whole chest (she's a terrible liar)

9) you eat chips in bed. you find crumbs for the next two weeks. they just keep appearing.

10) you fall back asleep at night having done absolutely NOTHING productive all day. that's ok. neither of you mind, really.

you probably should have been studying. oh well. you'll probably do fine on your exams, anyway.

[zomboivex]

requests are open, you say??? /bursting through your door

may I have a little bit of Haru? I dont really have a prompt idea, but I've been so starved of Haru content ;-; if I were to choose, I'd like to see him pining desperately for the reader (⃔ *`꒳´ * )⃕↝ but I'm open to anything – fluff, smut, yandere, I accept any crumbs 🤲

Sorry this took a while! My dumb-self decided to open up asks two days before I moved and then totally underestimated how exhausted I’d be after the fact!

But! Here you go! One Haru pining after the reader (feat. a bit of smut).

Enjoy the small crumbs I have sprinkled onto the ground. 💫

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Got That Magic Touch

Haru x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Minors DNI 18+ Content

Smut Scene Ahead

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Jabberwok had always been a breath of fresh air. At least, this is what Haru had settled on in his own mind. Even with the various anomalous animals that would trot about the grassy plains or charge or nip or bite or simply just exist- it was peaceful in its own right. The simplicity only seemingly a surface level ideal. In reality, it was time consuming and chaotic and harsh and beautiful. It was beautiful.

A few anomalous cassowaries stamped their feet into the ground, angrily strutting about and letting out their loud screeches- much to Haru’s chagrin. Hands going to cover his ears briefly before watching them stomp away. Their daily routine of angrily nipping disrupted only by the sudden breach of your arrival. Haru’s day disrupted as well. A gentle breath as he would take in the sight of your gentle frame. Heart feeling as if it filled just as time would still itself.

God… you were a beauty.

Of course, even with the slowed nature of it all, Haru was fast. Arms thrown up in the air with enthusiastic greeting. “You made it! And just in time!” The words filled with energy that was matched by his quick and ecstatic tempo. Arms claimed out as if to wildly gesture at a small blanket that had once been neatly set down- now littered with wrinkles.

“It’s a beauty today, ain’t it?” The voice rang out, a lofty grin as Haru would confidently stride over to the blanket that was laid out. He’d plop down, patting the spot next to him- beckoning for you to come over.

With a slightly slower stride, you would find yourself soon sitting beside the Jabberwok Captain. The plush grass underneath allowing some give as you made yourself comfortable. The familiar weight of an arm casually flung around your shoulder as you’d turn to look over at those always crescent shaped eyes. Your own expression filled with brief confusion and a subtle tilt of your head. Haru would extend his other hand, the fabric of his glove gently grazing your cheek.

You found yourself unable to look away, your own hand extending over to gently brush some of his rusty red hair out of the way. His skin warm to the touch as a gentle breath drew from your lips.

The warm glow of the sun hung low in the air- an array of colors washing over the Jabberwok landscape. Oranges and pinks painting the skies above before morphing into more subtle purples and darker blues. Stars would begin to dot above, providing light that the sun had formerly offered. Twinkling as your body naturally would scoot closer to warmth as the night air grew only a little chilly.

There had been no words spoken in all of this. But the silence wasn’t unwelcomed. The two of you had spoken of this day- planned out meticulously. Such plans needed to be made in advance with how busy Haru found himself. But for you? Of course, he’d make the time.

The gloved hand that had been gently caressing you would move to take hold of your chin, turning you to face the ghoul- your heart picking up.

“Are you sure you wannna do this?” He would ask, his tone soft and searching for confirmation that this was something you wanted.

“Yes-“ was all you managed to breathe out, the smile Haru wore melting your heart.

The hand that had held your chin now guiding you in for a kiss, lips pressing to one another. His own only slightly chapped if only from the apparent neglect he put himself through to ensure all the anomalous animals were taken care of. It wasn’t off-putting, though.

Melting into the connection, you found yourself being pulled closer into Haru as his arms would guide you so you now sat atop his lap. The crashing of your lips grew more intense, filled with passion as the breathing between you both would fill the night air.

Soon, there was a shift and you had your back pressed into the wrinkled blanket- wide eyes staring up at Haru, who was towering over you. Even with his eyes closed, you could tell he was studying your every feature and taking in the sight of you beneath him.

Chirping from crickets would sing to the both of you as Haru would begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, pulling it open. Your chest bare and bathed in moonlight. A raspy breath shook its way from the ruddy redhead as both his gloved and ungloved hand would explore the exposed skin. You felt your breath hitch as two fingers would pinch a nipple, giving it a soft tug.

Body lightly twisting underneath as the hands would return to their roaming and exploration. The peeling of clothes was slow and drawn out- playful. Some garments removed with teeth and chuckles shared between the both of you at just how silly the ordeal had been.

Soon, the two of you were both bare, only the stars in the sky a witness between the intimate scenery below them. Limbs entwined and tangled as heavy breathing lifted in the air- kisses bringing you both closer. A few more giggles and breathless gasps before Haru had reached down to let his fingers dip into you, getting a feel for your inner warmth. A shudder running up his spine as the two fingers would slowly begin to pump inside of you- brushing lightly against the inners of your walls. Slow and methodical before they would spread to stretch you.

As the fingers would pull out, Haru would reach down to grasp his already glistening erection before pressing the tip against your prepped hole, holding it there as he let his head rub small circles before inching in. Each inch slow and stretching as a drawn out moan would pour from your lips, eyes screwing shut.

“Open them-“ Haru spoke through low and breathy words. “I want you to keep them open.”

You couldn’t help but to feel your cheeks burn as you’d oblige. Eyes slowly cracking open as you were met with the flushed cheeks of the ghoul above you. His own lips puckered as he gasped and settled himself deep within you- fully submerged. There was a brief pause, Haru wanting you to have a taste of the fullness within you before hips drew back and gave a purposeful thrust back in. Moans filling the night air as the repeated slow and forceful juts would cause your eyes to water and roll back. Hands found themselves busy with feverishly exploring your naked form.

Each time Haru would fully press in, he’d stay seated for a moment, roughly grinding and pressing deep inside of you. Each moan it would illicit from you causing the ruddy-red to shudder out a moan of his own. Hands shaky as nails would softly drag lines along your skin- never enough to break and draw blood. No, he never had intentions of hurting you. And this moment was too sweet to ruin with any accidents.

The passion between you both lasting as long as the ghoul wanted to drag it out- relentless in his drawn out movements. They would build up their pace as Haru felt his stomach squeeze- knowing it wouldn’t last much longer for him. A race home to get you to your edge and spill over. The quickened pace met with soft whines from the both of you as he’d jackhammer away, leaning down to sloppily meet your lips with his own. A thin sheen of sweat building up on your skin and his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. The world buzzing in your ears, unsure if you were moaning loud or not. You were.

“Haru-“ the name wrenching its way from you as your own gut would squeeze and a warmth pooled around.

Haru knew exactly what that meant. He reached his goal, the thrusts unbearably fast and ragged before coming to a stop. His girth pressed deep inside as his seed would spill inside- remaining pressed in as his hips subtly would grind into you. The motions slowing to a still before he would catch his breath. Your body sprawled out on the blanket, which had become a tangled mess everywhere where there was not direct weight holding it down.

Staring up, you would watch the rise and fall of both your chests. Haru letting out a breathless chuckle followed by a soft groan when he pulled out. Some of the mess you both made spilling out.

“Aht… that won’t do-“ Haru would whisper out- unable to raise his voice any higher as he was quite spent from your intercourse.

“What won’t-?” You didn’t have a chance to finish asking before you were already receiving your answer. The lips you had moistened with your kisses now down below and giving the same passionate attention your mouth received. You couldn’t help but to gasp out, toes curling and legs screwing up as your hands shot down to grab onto the sweaty messy red strands. A light tug as you felt a tongue delve in to clean the mess that had been made.

Your eyes would close, melting once more as you felt yourself coming undone once again. Already sensitive from your last high. Haru, however, was relentless in the attention he’d give you. His tongue slipping in and out with practiced ease. The nights he had dreamt of exploring you with his mouth now finally coming true.

If he could, Haru would have gone another round. And then another. But that would leave you both ragged and unable to walk. The thought making him chuckle against your entrance.

“What..?” You breathed out, your own voice veering into a soft laugh. Haru was just infectious like that.

Pulling back and peering up with his crescent eyes, the ghoul would then move to pepper soft kisses to your inner thighs before murmuring against your skin, “You’re just so beautiful.”

The way he said it- it made your chest warm up. It was clear he meant it. And it made you feel so loved. Easy to believe anything he said. But Haru never struck you as a liar.

“And you’re handsome.” You’d respond back which only caused Haru to chuckle again. It’s not that he doubted your sincerity. It was just so warming to know that you thought he was attractive at all. After all, you were ethereal in your own right.

The night would end with the two of you cuddled against one another- fingers tracing lazy shapes into each other’s bare skin as you’d stare up at the night sky. Talk of constellations and dreams of the future spilling between the two of you until the air became too chilly and a few mosquitos decided to have a small snack of you both. Clothes returning and you’d return to the dorms, Haru going to gently cover your bug bites with anti-itching cream.

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Thanks for reading! And thanks for the patience! Hope you enjoy it. If not, sorry aha.

[cellophaine]

Sad Girl (Part III)

Read Part I, Part II

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Sappy confession. Happy ending.

Author's Note: I'm alive.

GIF Credit

As you joined the street-level crowd from the subway, you pulled your scarf higher as the bitter wind swept over your face. You quickened your pace in the hope of getting out of the cold sooner as if you could catch up with the darkening sky. The interview had taken longer than you anticipated, and you still had to write up the report and have it on your boss' desk by 9 AM the next morning. He had been a thorn in your side, consistently pushing your buttons. He always insisted on having paper copies of every report. "It makes your report more meaningful," he said, "otherwise you're just repeating someone else's words." It took all the professionalism in you not to reach across his cluttered desk and slap him then.

By the time you reached the office, the sky had dulled into a dark grey, and the lamp posts cast their warm glow onto the street. You said goodnight to the exiting coworkers and rushed through the doors to see that Gwen, the receptionist, was leaving, too. She called out to you as you walked past the reception.

"Hey! There's something for you on your desk."

You nodded.

"Thank you."

"Doesn't say who it's from though."

You thought for a moment; a small smile crept onto the corner of your lips.

"I think I might have an idea."

Gwen gave you an understanding look and headed out. You approached your cubby in anticipation and were greeted with a sweet floral smell emanating from the bouquet that sat next to your keyboard. You took it in your hand and marvelled. It was a peculiar combination, one you couldn't really find at flower shops, held together by a simple ribbon of blue cloth. No crinkly wrapping paper. The light shade of blue hyacinth went so well with the bluebells, coupled with orange peonies and a single olive branch, which created a harmony pleasing to the eyes and nose. The piece of paper nestled in the bouquet only indicated your name in a neat font, but other than that, nothing. Still, it brought a smile to your face, a speck of joy on an arduous day. You pulled out your phone and typed out a quick text before sending it off.

Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful.

You still had a soft smile on your face by the time you got ready to write the report. Your phone vibrated, signaling a text message.

What flowers?

Your brows scrunched together in puzzlement. You took a photo and sent it off. Not a minute later, you got a response.

Wasn't from me.

A slight hollowness carved itself into your throat. You texted back.

Oh. Are you sure?

The response came quickly.

Dead serious. You might have a secret admirer ;)

Never mind then.

You set your phone down only to have the phone vibrate again.

Wannna go out tonight? Me and my buddies are going to this new club on Fifth Ave.

You sighed, dreading the idea of having to stay at work late. But you didn't like the sound of going out either.

I'm alright. Just a little tired tonight. Have fun though!

The read receipt and a heart popped up on your last message. That was it. You turned your phone to silent mode before opening a new document; your recorder and notepad were ready by your side.

By the time your report was put on your boss' desk, it was already 9:30. You exhaled heavily, feeling the weight on your shoulders chip away. You took the flowers with you and nodded to the security guard on your way out. It was late, and you didn't feel like cooking, so you made a detour to the soup and sandwich shop around the corner and placed an order. You sat down on the bench by the window, allowing the gush of heat from the radiator to warm your legs. There was music coming from across the narrow street; its volume changed as people filtered in and out. People were smoking outside, chatting animatedly with one another. It stirred something in you. You worked late on a Thursday night, getting takeout by yourself because you couldn't even fathom the thought of whipping up a simple meal. You opened your last message with Andy, wondering if it was too late to change your mind.

You met Andy through Mindy when her workplace went out for happy hour. It was just shy of two weeks after you cut things off with Matt. He was a nice, easy-going guy who tried to include you in conversations throughout the night. Mindy's forms of suggestion came in the subtle look of her eyes, the slight inclines of her head, and often, a jab of her elbow. It annoyed you how much she tried to look out for you even though you didn't need her help, but at the end of the night, the triumphant was hers. Andy asked for your number, and you agreed out of an obligation you felt for Mindy's relentless effort for you to move on. It had been two months since the first date, with many dates between then and now, and all you could say about it could be summed up in one word: fine. You didn't feel a spark. Andy could be charming at times, funny, and generous. You liked him, but your heart didn't beat wildly for him. He wasn't anything like Matt. Andy was the one you should want.

So why did you still feel a sense of hesitation?

You looked at the bouquet, your curiosity piqued. Taking out your phone, you typed in the flower combination laid on the narrow counter. Scrolling through the array of articles, you noticed the keywords they shared in common.

Apology. Ask for forgiveness. Wrongdoings.

You read and read, and the realization seeped in. The clarification didn't give you any relief, only mild irritation. Matt fucking Murdock. Who gave him the right to remind you of his presence when it still lingered around? It was an undeniable indication of how much you were still so helplessly captivated by your history with him, thinking about him like he was an old wound that ached every now and then to remind you that you had always had it and that you could never be rid of it. Memories of Matt, just like the pain, were a part of you now, and you couldn't bury them or try to forget them. You had to live with them, and hopefully, when it was finally enough time had passed, you could look back at the memories with fondness, a sweet bitterness over someone you couldn't have, but you had long accepted the fact.

For the moment, the fondness was replaced by irritation. With dinner in your hand, you walked out of the door, leaving the bouquet in the trash can of the quaint restaurant.

Over the next six months, so much changed, but the one constant thing that did not was Matt's attempts to reach you and still give you the distance you needed. Once a week, on the same day, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to your desk. They never included the sender, only the recipient, and always had the same connotation.

I'm sorry.

You had to admit it was sweet. It also earned you looks of admiration and teasing from your coworkers, who were cooing over the fact that your boyfriend was such a sweetheart. For the few times someone mentioned it, you had to clarify. Andy wasn't your boyfriend anymore, and he hadn't been for the last two months.

When you broke up with Andy, it came as a surprise to him. He thought everything was going well, but your perception of the relationship was the opposite. You weren't into him; you were into the idea of having him as a placeholder for Matt. It was the cruel truth. Being with Andy didn't make you happy, and you doubted it would be any different if you were with someone else. You wanted more. You wanted the thing that you couldn't have with Matt, and at this point, you had settled for the fact that it would never be yours. But for now, you were okay with being by yourself. You wanted to be alone in your own existence and accepted the fact that when the right time came, it would come with the right person. For the first time in a long time, you felt the burden that clouded your head fall away like a crumbling infrastructure.

You quit your job despite your boss's pathetic attempts to stop you from leaving, promising you a promotion that would make you his right-hand woman. It was more work for just a little more money, and it wasn't worth it. To your luck, shortly after leaving the newspaper, you got hired as a junior staff writer for an independent publishing house. You still got to enjoy parts of the work you liked before, with better pay and a more relaxed schedule. You had more time to enjoy what you couldn't before.

Gwen still kept in touch with you, telling you about the bouquet of flowers showing up a few days after you left. And then, after that week, none at all. You figured Matt had a way of finding out about your new workplace since, shortly after the change, new bouquets were delivered to your desk promptly as if nothing had changed only except for the fact that you stopped throwing them away. You had started to enjoy them. Who knew there were so many ways to apologize to someone with flowers?

You thought you would cross paths with him eventually, but you didn't know it would be a peculiar chance encounter like this.

The gloomy sky haunted the skyline of New York City all day, teasing with little drops here and there. The air was heavy, as if it was holding itself in anticipation of a great storm. You prayed it wouldn't rain before you got home, but as you were halfway there, the sky parted, and the downpour was vicious. You couldn't see too far in front of you, and out of desperation, you ran up the stairs of the nearest shelter. You stood awkwardly on the small porch of the building as heavy droplets railed on the pavement in a frantic rhythm. You leaned a shoulder on the wall, exhausted and drenched, looking helplessly out into the downpour that showed no sign of stopping soon. Water dripped from your lashes, and with each blink, you saw a moving silhouette formed in the misty veil. Your heart beat faster and faster as the silhouette approached until he became someone you knew too well. Emerged from the rain was Matt, his breathing heavy, but you doubted it was from running from the rain, for his footsteps slowed, hesitant as he sensed that the porch he was approaching wasn't vacant. And the space was occupied by none other than the woman that haunted his fitful sleep and waking daydreams.

For a long moment, you could only stare. The water clung to him like how every piece of your existence that used to long for his approval and touch did. And Matt seemed to do the same thing. You couldn't bring yourself to break the silence. Your eyes were wide open as if you were afraid his presence was only something your mind made up. That he wasn't real. And just like that, you were starstruck again. Just like the first time you saw him after you realized that you loved him. In the gradual slip of the initial shock, you took in the newness in his familiar appearance. His hair was a little longer than when you saw him last, prompting the little curls at the nape of his neck. His dripping briefcase did its best to shield his face from the rain, but you could see the strays followed the slopes and rises of his handsome features. His lips parted, pulling in a deep, slow inhale. He looked like a man who was in disbelief, and truth be told, you felt the same way. Only now did you realize how much you'd missed him.

"What are you doing here?"

You croaked and cleared your throat when you realized your voice was barely a notch above a whisper. Matt shook himself out of the trance, clearing his throat.

"This is, uhm– my office."

"Oh!"

In a fit of panic, you didn't realize that it was the Nelson, Murdock and Page office. What kind of cruelty had fate forced upon you? You sighed, an apology on your lips as you put your bag above your head.

"I'm so sorry, I will go–"

Before you could launch yourself into the pouring rain, Matt stopped you with a hand on your elbow.

"No, please. Stay."

And because he knew you so well, he could sense your hesitation.

"You can get warm upstairs and wait until it's better out there."

You watched the way the tips of his ears had turned into a darker shade of pink. This anticipation reminded you of the time when, with just a look, you knew you had fallen for him. You swallowed and managed to croak a soft "okay." Matt nodded, a little breathless himself, as if he was relieved that you agreed to stay. He pulled out the key and unlocked the door before holding it open for you to step inside. You walked the stairs, remembering the last time you were here. Your heart was in fragments, barely held together by your nerves, by the time you reached the final steps.

You roamed your eyes around the office as Matt turned on the old heater along the wall. It looked about the same, but now there was a monstera adding a touch of green to the space. You shrugged off your damp coat, and Matt took it out of your hands. The gesture felt so natural, you thought to yourself as you watched him hang the coat next to his by the door. He had stripped down to a simple white dress shirt and black slack, and you averted your eyes at the sight of his torso visible under the wet shirt as if you hadn't seen him naked before. He threw his tie on the desk and came out of his office with a throw blanket. He held it out until you took it. It looked handmade and felt soft to the touch. Matt pulled a chair out for you in front of the heater. You thanked him and put your bag by your feet after taking the seat. A brief moment of silence followed, and Matt immediately assumed his position as the gracious host.

"Do you want some tea? We have the kind that … that you like."

A shiver ran through you. A cup of tea didn't sound too bad.

"Please. If you don't mind."

He waved his hand dismissively and walked towards the kitchen. You listened to the sound of him rummaging around in the small room. Feeling awkward just sitting there and not being useful, you called out.

"Do you need some help?"

"I got it. You stay warm."

You settled against the chair, wrapping yourself in the blanket. Feeling the gentle and warm brush of the radiator on your legs, you shivered slightly. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you tried to calm yourself down by focusing on the monstera leaves instead of the presence of the man who once broke your heart.

Matt came back to the room with a steaming mug, and you took it gratefully. It looked like he didn't make any for himself. You took a sip, allowing the tea to burn your tongue.

"How have you been?"

His question knocked at the mutual understanding of your situation. You weren't exactly friends, and you were long past the point of lovers. But it didn't have to be awkward. With so much history between you, all the memories twisted and turned and took off, swirling furiously like the storm outside. But there was a blessing in it. The storm was out of your reach, and right here, right now, you were safe. The person who lapped up crumbs of attention from the man who never explicitly gave them was a part of you. But not anymore. You could start fresh.

"I'm fine. I figured you knew about my new job?"

Matt dipped his head sheepishly as if to hide his expression of being caught.

"I did. Are you enjoying it?"

"I am. It's a lot less stressful when I don't have to answer my boss' unreasonable demands. I get more freedom in what I do. The pay is much better, too."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'm glad. It seemed like you had a bad time at the newspaper."

"Yeah, I did."

You nodded, feeling a brief wash of melancholy at the mention of your old job.

"I know the flowers come from you."

There was no point in avoiding the subject. Your heart was on the verge of exploding, but you had to. You both knew it was coming.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for overstepping. Just say the word, and I'll stop any kind of contact with you."

When you didn't respond, he continued with his face angled towards you. The window behind him cast sharp shadows on his face, and from this point of view, you could see the agony on his face.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just … I had to try to show how sorry I was. How sorry I still am."

"I know."

You sighed.

"As much as I would like to blame it all on you, it was on me as well."

At that, Matt sat up straighter and protested.

"That's not true–"

Your hand sprung out to hold his hand, keeping him there. Matt stilled as if your touch had paralyzed him.

"Please, listen to me."

You went on despite the slight shake in your voice.

"I let my expectations run wild even though we were clear from the start. It was a mutual benefit arrangement."

His other hand came to rest on top of yours. Warmth seeped from the palms of his hands, and you wished you were enveloped in his embrace instead.

"I stepped over the line myself. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I gave you mixed signals and lied to you about my own feelings."

You inhaled deeply. 

"What feelings?"

"I really thought it was better to keep you at arm's length and not let myself … feel things for you, but I did anyway. I should have been honest with you. But I thought I wasn't deserving of someone like you."

Your heart rattled in the cage that was your chest.

"What are you saying, Matt?"

A sorrowful relief caressed his face.

"I love you. I regret not saying that to you every day we were apart."

You felt as if all the air was pulled out of your lungs.

"Don't lie to me, please. I don't want you to just– just say what I want to hear. I'd rather never have you than to have you unwillingly."

Matt placed your hand on his heart, letting you feel the rhythm underneath your palm. Erratic, wild and uncontrollable, just like yours.

"I only want you. I think about you all the time. I'm miserable when you're not around."

"I don't know what to say …"

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it with a tenderness you had missed dearly.

"That's okay. Take your time. I'll wait for you as long as you need."

He paused briefly, then continued as if it took great strength for him to utter the words.

"Even if you no longer feel the same, it's okay, too."

You couldn't conceal the wide smile in your voice.

"I mean, telling a girl that you love her before going on a first date with her? Mindy wouldn't like that."

Matt chuckled, the sound warm like the honey he put in your tea.

"Was Mindy the one …?"

"Yup. She doesn't like you at all."

"I deserve that."

You caressed his face, feeling the stubble along his jawline. There was a feeling you thought you would never get again, but now, you were basking in its glow.

"Can we … can we take it slow?"

His lips found the palm of your hand, kissing it tenderly.

"Of course. Anything you want."

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[missamyrisa2]

Ugh, whenever i read the word ”blush brush”, i’ll just start thinking of having my hands tied behind my back standing up and a tickler teasing my crotch, inner thighs and behind my knees with it until my legs turn to jelly and betray me. And when that happens… well, i’ll let you decide that one.

of course you do darling, of course you dooooo ~ because you're soooo adorablyyyy ticklishhh and you're going to be sooo aware of your particular makeup brush sensitivity the moment you feeeel the breeeze of the room caressing your cute wiggly self ~ Awwwww you're not ticklish are youuuu? Not ticklish to something sooo ordinaryyy and everywhere like oooh say, a makeup brush? Maybe like a particular kind of makeup brush? Yesssss only the most supple and prettty and flirtyyy of toools will satisfy your sensitivities mmhmmm not the petite lip brush or the pokeyyyy mascara wand or the biiiig puffer nooooooo onlyyyyy the most perfectly named perfectly cuuuuuute and girlyyyy bluuuuushhh brush is for youuuu ~ and it's sooo lovely right, kinda funnyyy maybe ironic that the purpose of this blush brush, this one right hereee grazing your cheeeksss, is to apply blushhhhh and yetttt here it isss, making you blush and get all bashful just by existingggg ~

don't you just love these? This right here, this tool which is presently caressing at your neck and dwindling ever so slowly downward. This supple device which has that specific purpose of making things pretttyyyyyyy not that you are in neeeed of such assistance, so it's ever so kind of you to give this adorable tool a reprieve huh ~ whyy, she can just take a recessss going down the curves of your siiiidessss and over the hiiiipp round and rounndddd ~ heyyy are you paying attention? This special tool ~ a brush with a certain blushhhhy purpose is getting a little close to your royal areaaaaa ~ and you're getting so blushyyy and wiggglyy my dear. Are you ticklish down hereeee? Yeahhh? Nooo? Tickle tickle? Blushyyy blushyyyy? I mean your tushhhy is all bouncyyy and your hips are poppin and you can't go anyyywhere noooo ~ how does that feeel sweetieee? My blushyyyy friend drawing up and down your legsss like thisss? I'm barely touchingggg ~ does it tickle so much? How about hereee? Right on your thigh backssss? Is that what these are called? Thigh backs? Blushyyyy ticklyyyyy streaksss uppp and down and side to side on the backs of the thighssss ~ ooooh the backs of the thighsssss ~ such a spottttt ~

And yesss we're going downnnnhhh yessss downtownnnn to these kneeepittttssss ooh yeah gotta blushhh blush the kneepitsss darling but don't worryyy your thigh backs will get all the attention toooo no one's gonna take the tickle attention from these cuuute thigh backs especially notttt my softttt lipsssss brushing and kissingggg and kissing ~ oooh it's that swipe, the swipe of the blush brush across the back of your kneeeessss oooh soo badddhh and you can't get awayyy you can't close these knee pitss nooooo ~~ I'm gonna blush them and kiss your legsss and you're just gonna stand there and take it even though you soooo can't stand itttttt awwww was that a gigglyyy moanyyy? Does it tickle soooo goood so baddd? Coochie cooooo babydolll ~ you can't hide your ticklishnesssss and you certainlyyyy can't hide how much you loooove your ticklessssss ~ I hear those soundssss I seeeee those quiveriessssss I know where you wannna blushhhh so badddd yesss I dooooo ~ and ticklemama's gonna seee how we can make your royal buttttton blushhhh ~

Oooh what's gonna happen? What's gonna happenn huhhh? The blushhh brush, yes this blushyy blushy brush which delivers blush to your bodyyy by way of a brushhhhhh ~ is coming up your leg yes it issss it's going goinnngg oooohhh darlinggg that blushhh brush it's going uppp I can't stop her nnnnhhhh look look loookieeee ooh nooo noh onoooooooo~! It's gonna get your royal areaaaa it's going innnnnn I think it's goingggg ahhhhhh ~!! Uhh ohhhhhh ooh nooooohooo blushhy blushhhyyy on the crotchyyyyy nnnoooo sooo badd so ticklyyy so blushhyyyyy awwwwww skittery tickles on the hipsss and thighs toooo my nailsssss ooh my nailss getting youuuuu such a naughtyyyy thinggg squirming like thattttt ~ aww look at you twitch ~ it's just a blushinggg it's just ticklessss tickless on your most royal areaaaaa tickless on your thighsssss tickles tickles ticklessssss oooh blushhy blushhyyy are you gonna get sooo blushy hereee? I'm not stopping noooo we can't stop noowwww can't stop won't stop rightttt? Tickle tickle tickle ~ you're soooo excited so worked up soooo insatiable huhhhhh ~ the ticklessss gotchaa and they're not stoppping we're gonna blushhh from your innerrrrrmost thighhh up to yourrrr regal spotttttt and dwelll and linger hereee and circle round and rounddd and back downnn ~ breatheee darling breatheee ~ coool downnnn yesss just my puffs of air on your royal spotttttttt mmmhhhh ~ coool downnnnn yesessssss ~ and we're back we're back to blushhessss and oooh yess nibbless tooo let's give little brushhyyy lip kissiess and gentle niibbbliessss on your thighsss while I blush you to bitssss ~ I've gotcha alll night my naughtyyyy darling and we'll just seeee how blushyyyy we can make you mmmmhmmm and if you sparklegasmmm we're just gonna blush harder and faster ~<33

[silvershadow1711]

It's 2 a.m. and I just woke up, unfortunately this just came to mind.

So, we all agree that telling Binary about having a child is a horrible idea to save the city, but what if MC had brought their own families along, saying they at least wanted to say goodbye to them?

I feel like Ray wouldn't change his mind, but what if we mention a younger brother? What if the same MCs are this one? I don't take into account if MC knows about Ray's younger brother and what he did to him at this point, but what if they do and they say something like: "You won't take away what you once had, will you? I'll never forgive myself, just like you do."

-🐀

Ray will happily extend his bubble of protection to the MC's family. Hell, he'll... comandeer a farm from a patriotic citizen and move them all out to live in a nice little commune, safe from the aliens while civilization burns around them. That's his idea of heaven.

Oh, and trying to guilt Ray with his brother's memory is a dangerous game. I genuinely believe that Ray's brother is the one person he will always care about even more than the MC and he will instantly see through any attempt to manipulate him like that.

"...my brother gave his life for mine, so that I might survive this wretched world... You want to compare yourself to me? Then die. Sacrifice yourself, and I'll save him. Go die for your brother the way I wish I had for mine every day...!"

(Of course, he isn't actually going to let them die, but if they prove that they're willing to make that sacrfice and given how quick they wannna use a kid as a scapegoat, I don't think they will Ray would begrudgingly go stop the invasion)