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Mine Until You Break - MV1 🔥

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You should have left him months ago. Everyone said it. Your friends. Your sister. The soft-spoken girl from PR who caught the way Max looked at you like a wolf eying blood.

They didn't get it. They couldn't. Because Max Verstappen didn't love like normal people did. He consumed. He carved you out from the inside and filled you with him, his rules, his voice, his hand between your thighs at 2AM when you said no and he growled, "You mean yes."

And you did. God help you, you did.

He was sick in the head and you wanted more. It was always like this. You'd say something stupid. Something innocent. Smile too long at a waiter. Reach for your phone before answering him. And Max would spiral. But not loudly.

Max didn't shout. Max didn't hit. He just watched you. Quiet. Dangerous. Until your heart stuttered in your chest and your whole body remembered exactly who it belonged to.

Tonight, it was a comment. You'd said something about Lewis. Just a compliment. Just a joke. But Max heard it.

He didn't speak during the entire flight home from Baku. Didn't speak in the car. Didn't speak as he opened the door to the Monaco apartment, grabbed you by the back of your neck, and shoved you inside.

He only spoke once your back hit the bedroom wall. "You wanna fuck him?" he asked, voice dead.

Your breath caught. "What?"

"Lewis." His mouth curled, venomous. "You want him?"

"No-"

"You want anyone who isn't me?"

"Max, I was joking-"

"Say it again," he growled. "Say his name again and I'll make you crawl to him naked and sobbing."

You flinched. His body pressed into yours, hard, unforgiving. His hands slammed to either side of your head. You could smell the fury on him.

"Max-"

"Take your fucking clothes off."

You didn't move fast enough. He spun you around, yanked your dress down your back, grabbed your wrists and tied them together with his belt like he'd done it a hundred times, and he had.

"You know what the problem is?" he hissed, dragging you to the bed. "You think I won't break you." He shoved you down. You landed face-first, wrists pinned, body trembling.

"Max-"

"No. You don't get to speak unless I ask you something. Got it?"

You nodded.

"Words."

"Yes, Max."

"Good fucking girl."

He grabbed your chin and forced your head to the side. You saw it in his eyes — that wild, unblinking need to hurt and own in the same breath. He kissed you once, teeth catching your lip hard enough to sting. Then he bit your throat. Hard. You whimpered. He yanked your panties down and spat on your cunt, rubbing it in with two fingers.

"So wet already," he sneered. "Is that for me? Or are you thinking about him?"

"For you," you gasped.

"That's fucking right it is."

He pushed inside in one brutal thrust. You screamed, not from pain, but from how fucking deep he went. How he didn't stop, didn't let you adjust. Just fucked you into the mattress like you were nothing but a hole to claim.

"You like this?" he hissed. "You like when I fuck the attitude out of you?"

"Yes-"

His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed. "Louder."

"Yes, Max-fuck-please-"

"Please what?" His hips slammed into yours over and over, the headboard crashing against the wall, the room echoing with skin and sweat and gasping breath. "You want me to stop?"

"No."

"You want me to ruin you?"

"Yes-"

He pulled out. You sobbed. "Max-please-"

He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, breathing hard into your ear. "You don't fucking get to come until I say."

"Please-"

"You think I don't see how you look at the other drivers?" he snapped. "You think I don't see how they look at you? Like they've got a fucking chance? Like I wouldn't slit their throats for touching you?"

You moaned, sick, twisted, drunk on it. He slammed back inside you. You cried out, shaking, begging, needing.

"I'll leave marks on every fucking inch of you," he snarled. "Let them see. Let them know."

He flipped you over mid-thrust, untied your wrists just to pin them above your head with his own hands. "Open your fucking mouth."

You obeyed.

He spit into it. "Swallow."

You did.

He groaned. "Good fucking girl."

His mouth found your neck again, biting. His cock drove into you fast, ruthless, punishing. You felt it build, that overwhelming swell in your stomach, the spark in your spine, the way everything blurred except him.

"I'm gonna cum," you cried. "Please-please let me-"

"You think you deserve it?"

"Yes, Max, please-"

"Then beg."

You were already sobbing. "Please let me cum, Max, please, I'll be good, I'm yours, I'm only yours-"

"Fucking say it."

"I'm yours-no one else-no one-"

He growled, an animal sound, and his hips stuttered, cock twitching inside you as he came, hard, deep, breath ragged.

"Cum for me," he commanded. "Now."

You shattered. The orgasm ripped through you like an explosion, violent, shaking, wet. Your whole body trembled under him, tears running down your cheeks, hands still pinned, throat bruised, mind blank.

When you could breathe again, he was still over you. Still inside you. He leaned down and kissed the tears off your cheeks. "Mine," he whispered.

You nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

He kissed your lips. Soft, now. Almost loving. "You better fucking stay that way."

And you would. You always did.

[aluinwe]

spider- jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 541

“No problem, thank you for letting me know. I’ll call James now and arrange a time for you to come over tomorrow. Sorry again.” Regulus hung up the phone, sighed, navigated to James’ contact, and pressed call. James answered after a single ring.

“Reggie, baby, hi! I wasn’t expecting your call until later, how’s the conference? Is it as boring as I’m imagining? Do you miss me terribly? I’d miss me-”

“James, sweetie”

“Yes starshine?”

“Is there something you'd like to tell me?”

“Um… not that I can think of no”

“Hmm, interesting. Are you sure there's nothing at all you need to let me know?”

“Nope! Absolutely nothing at all my love. You go back to your trip, everything will be completely normal when you get back!”

“Is it not normal now?”

“ I umm… that is…. Yep everything is one hundred percent normal, nothing to worry about at all, you just have fun and I will see you in 2 days”

“Strange. I should probably call our landlord back then. He seems to be under the impression that the fire brigade were called out today, and that he needs to pop round tomorrow to assess the damage and get quotes for some repairs.”

“Ah.”

“I'll ask again before returning his call, is there something you need to tell me James?”

“Well you see, it's kind of a funny story actually, there was a teensy incident with a small fire in the bathroom – very minor – and it's all put out and sorted and there's nothing for you to worry about I swear!”

“The bathroom? James, how on earth did you manage to set fire to the wettest room in the house?”

“Well umm… you know how after I've had a bad day at work you always run me a bath? And you do the nice smells and the tea lights?”

“... yes?”

“Well I didn't have a bad day exactly but I missed you and I thought I know what will make me feel better! So I ran the bath and used all the right amounts of bubbles and it was almost as perfect as you do it. Then I got in and lit the candles after just like you always tell me to because I didn't want to knock them over when I got in. And I was lying there all relaxed and…. Promise you won't laugh?”

“I promise, laughing is the last thing on my mind right now”

“Right… so I was in the bath and I saw something out of the corner of my eye and I kind of… jumped out of the bath and ran out of the room and the next thing I remember there was smoke coming out of the door and the alarm was going off”

“Because you knocked a candle?’

“Yeah, I knocked a candle. I'm so sorry babe, I know you always tell me to be careful with them and I swear I was trying but I just-”

“Out of curiosity, what exactly was it you saw that made you jump out of the bath like that?”

“Um… it was… babe please don't laugh I mean it I'm so embarrassed…’

“I won't laugh James, go on”

“It was… um… it was a spider?”

[koryvaio]

"After Hours"

★pairing: jimin × f!reader

★★★ !! WARNINGS !! ★★★ +18!, MDNI!, slight exhibition?, slight dom!jimin?, overstimulation, one night stand, crying (lmk if i missed something)

★synopsis: jimin is your customer. what starts as harmless banter quickly turns into heavy flirting, leading to you riding him in the café’s locker room.

!NOT PROOFREAD!

feedback is very appreciated! ENJOY!!!

"can i get an iced tea?" asked the blonde man from the other side of the counter.

"sure. anything else to go with it?" you ask as a formality. people usually tell the whole order at once, but your boss insists that you ask the customer if they want anything else 'what if they want something else but feel like you're cutting them off and won't continue the order'. nobody thinks that, but you just comply and don't complain (you do complain, quite a lot, actually).

"no, thank you. that's all."

"can i get a name?" you were thinking about how you'd love to scream in your boss' face right now.

"Jimi–," he hesitates and this catches your attention. "Jim," he finally says.

"Ok, Jimi-Jim. This will be 8.99," you chuckle as you place his order. "One iced tea will come right away."

"Jim?" You say waiting for the blonde man to appear in front of you.

"Jim?" you say a little louder this time. The café was not so busy at the time, matter of fact it was almost empty considering it was almost closing time, so he should be able to hear you, yet he was nowhere to be found.

"Jimi-Jim?" you shout this time and he emerges from a seat.

"Sorry, I had my headphones on. I don't like crowded places," he apologises and places a 50 bill in the tip jar.

"Believe it or not, neither do I," you admit. "thank you for the tip. much appreciated!" You smile at him and he returns it easily.

"How come? You work in a crowded place," he takes a seat at the bar.

"Exactly," you respond. "I love my alone time after a long day having to deal with all sorts of people."

"if you put it like that, it makes sense," he concludes. "No wonder why my dad goes straight to sleep sometimes after closing the café. "

"Your dad owns a café and you're buying from the rivals? You're bold," you chuckle.

"can't really be rivals since it's on a different continent," he gives you a witty smile.

"another continent? you're a far way from home, then."

"kind of," he nods.

"are you here on vacation, or..?" After the words leave your mouth you find your question a little nosy and you do a mental face slap.

"sorry, that was nosy of me," you add in a hurry. "you don't need to answer."

"no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I am just as nosy, if not worse," he grins. "To answer your question, I came here with work."

"How cool! I wish I could travel with my job too."

"it's exciting at first, then it's pretty much routine," he replies.

"I'll have to take your word for it."

he chuckles softly, and as he takes his drink, his fingers brush yours. it’s a little longer than necessary, but not enough to make you think too much about it. then, the smile on his face shifts, almost like he’s debating whether to say what's on his mind or let you be.

"why don't you leave this place? have you ever thought of it?" his voice is quieter now, less playful. he’s leaning in just a little, his gaze lingering on you a bit too long. he waits for your answer, as though measuring something about you.

you scoff. "everyday. but then i remember that i can't live off of dreams and i need money so i end up right behind this counter somehow," you lightly pat the bartop with your hand.

he plants his elbows on the counter, leaning in a little closer. "what if money wasn't a problem. would you leave?"

you raise one eyebrow, a smug grin settling on your face. "why? are you a rich CEO or something looking for a wife?"

a sly smile spread on his face. he didn't expect you to answer like that, but he didn't dislike it. "depends. would you be down for that?"

"sadly, marriage, be it of convenience or not, doesn't fit my idea of fun."

he hums in agreement. "then good thing i am not a rich CEO looking for a marriage of convenience, i guess."

"then what do you do for a living that implies this much travelling that you got tired of it?"

he remains silent, but not the uncomfortable kind. his gaze lingers, searching your face for something, debating whether he should answer or not. right when you think he is about to tell you, someone from behind him asks you for a lemonade. you take a quick glance at the clock on the wall behind you just to make sure you had time before closing.

"anything else with it?"

the woman shakes her head and before taking her drink from you she hands you a 20 bill, letting you keep the change.

you glance at the empty café, then back at him. "you know, technically we're closed. yet... i haven't asked you to leave."

he leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving yours. "oh, so i am special?"

"let's just say you have piqued my curiosity."

"does that happen often? customers piquing your curiosity, i mean," he raises one eyebrow.

"not really," you say, maintaining eyecontact. "but then again, most of them don't make cryptic offers, nor do i allow them to stay past closing."

"so i am special," he grins, shifting in his chair.

"you don't meet a young, potential sugar daddy every day," you shoot back, tossing him a wink before taking off your apron and draping it over a hook behind the counter.

he watches your movements, head tilting slightly. "so.. what happens now? was that your subtle way of kicking me out?"

you lean over the counter, mirroring his smile. "would you rather we hang out in a closed café for the rest of the evening?"

he leans in, your faces now a few breaths away. "are you offering something better?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me. you're the one who likes making cryptic offers and loitering after hours, remember?" you tease him.

he chuckles. "silly me. i thought you just enjoyed my company."

"who said i don't? you're so charming I'm breaking protocol to watch you sip iced-tea," you chuckle, undoing your ponytail, letting your hair fall on your shoulders.

"argh," his eyes norrow, carefully watching your movements. "so all it took was a littile flirting and a generous tip?"

"please!" you snort. "if that were true I'd have a queue at the door and no time to watch you graciously sip your drink."

he hums, low and amused. "if it's not the tip, the only other option is my undeniable charm."

"along with questionable intentions," you add.

"questioable intentions you say?" he chuckles under his breath.

"curiosity does that to a girl, you know?"

"careful. curiosity is known for getting people into trouble."

you scoff amused. "so can staying in a closed café with a stranger."

"good thing you don't strike me as being afraid of a little trouble," he pauses, leaning against the counter. "at least as long as you're in control," his voice is low, and his eyes don't leave yours. not even for a moment.

"there's a balance, though. but you look like the kind of trouble I'd enjoy," your lips twitch, just shy of a smile.

"Cheeky."

"takes one to know one," you reply, leaning over the counter again, closing the distance between you.

he grins. "if i didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to out flirt me."

your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. "and what if i am, Jimi-Jim? what will you do about it?"

his smirk falters for a split second, letting you know you unsettled him. "it's jimin, not Jimi-Jim. and I'm also torn on what to do."

you raise an eyebrow, amused. "torn? why?"

"i didn't take you for such a tease," he replies. his voice is lower than before.

"you don't know me."

"that can change," he says, his hand brushing over yours on the counter. "if you want to," he adds.

his touch is electric, sending shivers through your whole body. you lean in a bit closer, your breath softly grazing his face. his scent fills the space left between you. "i thought i made it clear when i let you stay after hours. but are you sure you're up to this, jimin?"

his lips curl into a smile, gaze locked onto your lips. "i thought you were already aware of my questionable intentions."

"oh," you pause. "so they are questionable?"

"if you want them to be."

"i see," you shortly say before crashing your lips onto his. he's a bit surprised, but he is quick to take control. his hand is now on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, tilting your head the right way so he can deepen the kiss. You tug at the collar of his shirt before pulling back, breathless "You're not the only one who has questionable intentions," you murmur against his mouth.

he kisses you again. less sloppy this time, his tongue teasing yours before sliding in without hesitation. his grip on your hair tightens, just enough to make your breath catch.

"you started this," he whispers against your lips. "don't get shy on me now."

you don't reply. instead you curl your fingers into the collar of his shirt and tug, dragging him to your side of the bar. he doesn't resist, his eyes locked on yours as he follows. his hands quickly find your waist, tracing the shape of you like he's trying to memorise it. his knee slowly nudges between yours, and you part them without hesitation, inviting him in.

with one smooth motion he lifts you on the countertop and your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.

"fuck–," he hisses looking at the windows. "can people see inside this place?"

"no, high-end clientèle," you murmur against his neck. " tinted windows."

"good," he says, voice low and rough. he grabs a handful of your hair, tilting your head as he places wet kisses from the corner of your mouth down to your collarbone.

your hands quietly slide under his shirt, exploring his warm skin, tracing the lines on his stomach, slowly lifting the shirt to expose his abdomen. your expedition comes to a halt when his hand catches your wrist, stopping it in place. "as much as I'd love to take you on this bartop," his voice is low, needy, but steady still. "i think my hotel room would be much more suitable. no risk of getting caught and better lighting," he pauses, brushing his lips against yours. "i want to see you."

"spoilsport," you scoff. "but you've got a point," you unwrap your legs from around his waist. "just let me grab my bag from my locker, it will only take a minute."

you slide off the counter, fixing your shirt before you walk off to grab your things. you know he's following you even before you hear the soft pad of his boots echoing against the tiled floor. the door clicks open and the locker room is quiet and faintly scented with coffee and vanilla. you take your bag that was left in a hurry on the couch and put it on your shoulder.

when you turn to face him, you see him shutting the locker's door behind him. "what are you doing?" you question him, raising an eyebrow.

"i realised patience has never been one of my virtues," he says, tilting his head slightly before closing the distance between you.

"clearly you've wasted all your patience on that iced tea."

"you're also a big tease. doesn't help my case," his lips ghost over yours.

you let your bag fall on the floor, arms sliding around his neck. "you call that teasing? oh, hon–" before you can finish your sentence his lips crash onto yours. his hands settle on your waist and pull you closer so gracefully like he's done this a milion times before.

he slowly walks back, guiding you with him. the small couch bumps the back of his knees and he sinks on it, his hands sliding to the back of your thighs, pulling you into him. you straddle his lap, caging him between your legs.

his hands slide up, undoing the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease. one by one he parts them, his fingers brushing your skin, giving you goosebumps. he is clearly satisfied with the way your body reacts judging by his smug grin. he leans in, lips ghosting over your neck. then, he kisses the dip just above your collarbone as he slowly pushes the straps of your bra down your arms.

once you're completely naked from the waist up he leans back slightly just to take you in. "you have no idea what you're doing to me," he mouths, the words barely audible.

you press yourself down onto the obvious bulge in his pants, slow and deliberate."i might have," you say with a wicked smile.

"shit," he hisses. "don't do that again unless you want me to fuck you numb," he warns you.

you tsk and put a finger over his plush lips. "big talk. I just hope you fuck as good as you brag."

he smiles against your finger. his hand wraps around your wrist gently pulling it away from his mouth, but only after he kisses the pad of your fingertip.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark, full of lust. "never had anyone complain about my performance," he pauses. "in my book it doesn't count as bragging if it's true."

you lean in, hands on his chest, your lips just a breath away. "that is for me to decide."

"feisty," he says, his nose nudging yours.

your hands slide down to the hem of his shirt. he lifts his arms and his shirt is now lying somewhere on the floor behind you.

you graze the corner of his lips, but do not quite kiss him. "you haven't seen anything yet." then, you roll your hips against his, slowly. his grip tightens on your thighs, keeping you in place for a moment while he's catching his breath.

"you keep doing that, and you can kiss 'walking' goodbye," he says, clenching his jaw.

"Lucky me, I'm off tomorrow," you tease him, continuing your torturous pace as his hands guide you.

he lets his head fall back on the couch. "You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters.

you lean in and you can feel his hands on your ass now. "then die happy," you whisper against his ear. He groans, it's a low and needy sound. and for the first time you see his facade crack when he bucks up into you, unable to hold back anymore.

he places wet, open-mouthed kisses on the swell of your breasts, taking his time. his lips close around one nipple, sucking on it, making wet, sloppy sounds while his fingers caress the other, pinching it and rolling it between his fingerstips.

he pulls away slightly, letting you catch your breath. then, his other hand slides from your ass to the waistband of your trousers, undoing the button. "lift for me, baby," he tells you, not quite as a request.

you lift your hips and he tugs them down, dragging your underwear along with them with one swift motion. you lock eyes with him, and without a word, your fingers find his belt buckle and start undoing it. a smile curls on your lips as you pop the button on his jeans and drag them down along with his boxers, letting them pool at his feet.

as you straighten up he reaches for his scattered jeans and his hand slips into his back pocket before pulling out a condom. his gaze stays on you as the thin foil touches his lips, his teeth reaping it open with ease.

he holds it out to you between two fingers, one eyebrow raised. "will you?"

"lay back," you say while taking the condom from his hand. you sink lower and he doesn't hesitate to obey your demand. your touch is light, letting anticipation hang heavy between you as you slowly roll it on. his jaw clenches and you can tell that he has little to no self control left.

you settle over him again, hands on his chest to steady yourself. his left hand grips your hip firmly while with the other he guides himself through your folds slowly, teasing you until you can barely stand it so you groan, frustrated.

"you alright up there?" he smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"would be if you'd get down to busin–," you don't get to finish. he suddenly slips into you without a warning reducing your sentence to a sharp gasp.

he stills, letting you adjust. "not so mouthy now, huh?"

"don't get ahead of your—, fuck!" his hips snap up roughly, cutting you off and pulling a hitched cry from your lips. "motherfucker." you cuss him under your breath.

"there she is," he grins. "i thought i fucked the wit out of you for a second," he sets a rough pace, each thrust hitting a deeper spot than the last, but your body meets his with a desperate need making the filthy sound of skin against skin echo through the small locker room.

he slows down and right when you're about to tell him to go faster he grabs the back of your thighs as he stands up. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and you barely have time to gasp before your back hits the cool wood of the door. "thought you had control over the situation?" he mocks you, his lips ghosting over your neck.

he pushes you harder against the door, the sensation sending a jolt through your body. his thrusts become rougher and more intense making you whimper, but he is unmoved by your whiny pleas. he then bites down your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but hard enough to make sure it will leave a mark. his lips then carefully caress the spot as if to soothe what he just claimed, but there was no mercy in the way he fucked you against that door.

his hand firmly grips your chin just enough to tilt your face towards him. "look at me while i ruin you," he says, breathless, but still smug. his forehead presses against yours and each swing of his hips pulls out sounds you didn't know you could make.

a wicked smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you fall apart around him, and feels the way you tighten. "that's it," he murmurs. "i want you to think of this moment everytime you step foot in this locker."

your vocabulary norrows to one word besides whimpers and broken moans–"jimin."

"that's right, baby. say it again," his voice is low and commanding, nothing like the flirty tone he used earlier. "louder," he adds with a sharp thrust that makes your breath catch.

that was the final nail in the coffin. all the heat coiled up in your belly snaps as your body trembles, walls clenching around him. he curses under his breath losing the rhythm for a moment before snapping out of it. his thrusts become desperate, reckless and so rough that they make tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"fuck!" his voice cracks as he follows you over the edge, groaning against your neck.

he slows down, forehead against yours, catching his breath. seeing how wrecked you were his gaze softens. "are you ok?" he nudges your nose with his.

"mhm," you nod.

"are you up for another one, or was this too much?" he asks, searching your face for any flicker of doubt.

you don't reply, not verbally; instead, you kiss him. taking the hint, he carries you back to the couch and settles you on it, not breaking the kiss.

he pulls back slightly, just enough to discard the used condom as he reaches for another one in his scattered jeans. with a quick rip of the foil he rolls it on.

"still with me?" he asks, leaning back in.

your eyes meet his and you nod, reassuring him.

"good." he settles himself between your legs, hands hooking under your knees, pushing them back until you're open and entirely his.

this time he is more tender, taking his time. his hand caressing your cheek as he kisses your chest.

even though he seems so tender, his thrusts are anything but. they're deep and rough, making your breath catch every time.

he looks up at you, his eyes full of mischief as a wicked smirk tugs at his lips. "seeing you catch your breath every time i slide in.." he hovers over you, lips grazing your ear. "almost as good as the mess you leave behind when i'm done."

then, without a warning, he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head, making you whimper quietly.

"look at you," he mocks you. "aren't you a squeaky, needy, little thing? you spent the entire evening pretending to have control," his lips brush yours. "but you love giving it up, don't you?"

you try to shake your head, to deny what he just said, a desperate attempt to hold on to whatever was left of your pride, but he thrusts harder. defeated, the only thing that you manage to get out is a broken moan.

"yeah," he mutters, watching your reslove melt. "that's what i thought." after proving his point he lets go of your wrists, his hand tracing lines from the swell of your breats down to your stomach then down to your sensitive spot. your body arches under his. he circles lazily, knowing exactly what he is doing.

"you're so fucked out already," he groans, deliberately slowing down to mess with you.

you can barely breathe, let alone speak, but the desperate clench of your body gives you away.

"i know you're tired, baby, but i know you've got one more in you. don't you? let me make you feel good," he pleas, kissing the corner of your mouth. "turn around for me."

your limbs feel boneless, but you obey. chest pushed into the cushions as you do. the moment you grip the armrest he's behind you. one hand grabbing your hip, the other one sliding up your spine tangling in your hair and pulling it gently.

"good girl."

he slides back inside you with a single, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs, feeling him even deeper like this.

"fuck, just look at you.." he girts, watching the way your body takes him.

he doesn't pull your hair hard, just enough to make your head tilt back so he can lean in, breath hot against your ear. "taking me so well....still think you were ever in control?"

you let out something between a moan and a laugh, not able to make out the clap back he's clearly baiting you for. your finger clutch the armrest tighter, feeling the waves building up again.

he presses a kiss on your shoulder, the contrast between the bite he left earlier and the gentleness now not lost on you. "almost there, baby," he encourages you. "one more."

your back arches and moans never stop leaving your mouth. he keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, feeling you clenching around him.

"fuck, you're driving me insane." you tremble beneath him, every nerve alight, every sound a raw confession. his hot breath fans across your neck as his hips continue their relentless pace.

with one last deep thrust he has you moaning his name as you come undone, feeling your desperate pulsing and clenching he is quick to follow, losing himself in you.

he collapses right beside you, lacing his fingers with yours. "excellent customer service. i will definitely become a regular," he smirks, kissing your temple.

you smile in response, too spent to bicker with him right now.

[kings-highway]

Ushijima is minding his own business, sitting on his bed with his laptop open, working away at some school assignment or another. It doesn't really matter to Tendou what he's doing, he intends to interrupt it anyway. He does so quite gladly, swinging his way into the room with a sung hello and then sliding into the place beside him.

He gets a polite, stiff hello back, as Ushijima remains focused on what he was working on, but Tendou pays it no mind. Instead, he leans forward, to wrap his arms around Ushijima's shoulders and tug on him to get this attention.

"Hey, quick Q, Wakakun," he says, a purr to his voice indicative of the playful mood he woke up in. Ushijima finally gives him a small sliver of attention, perhaps only due to the fact that Tendou is poking and prodding and touching at him so much.

"Yes?"

"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

"Yes," is the easy, immediate reply, as Ushijima returns to focusing on his computer, as if annoyed by Tendou wasting his time with a question he should have known the answer to. The ease of it makes Tendou frown, then laugh, and leans in more to put his chin on Ushijima's shoulder.

"Really? That's it? Normally you require like a dozen clarifying questions before you can answer a metaphorical question like that," Tendou teases, lifting a hand up to play with Ushijima's hair.

"The question is not metaphorical," Ushijima replies.

"Hypothetical then."

"It is not a complicated question," Ushijima insists, sitting back to look at Tendou properly, forcing the other to sit up a bit and stop draping himself across him. "I am in no control over who or how I love, those feelings aren't inherently logical. Whether or not you became a worm, you-" and here he beckons to the current human body Tendou was in. "-would remain the person I am in love with. In the same way that I would not stop being in love with you if you were to break up with me, or if you were to die. Would you being a worm change things, absolutely. I do not feel like I could maintain a relationship with a worm. I am not sure I would want to. But my love for you is not conditional to this exact moment."

Tendou smiles, lifting a hand up to poke at Ushijima's cheek. "Cute. I'll take it. The correct answer is to say-"

"The real question," Ushijima says, prompting Tendou to refocus in curiosity. "Is if you would still love me if you were a worm."

Tendou blinks. "Eh?"

"Well, you would be a worm. Love as humans describe it is mostly a social construct, it isn't something you see in every animal. Yes, many animals bond for life and can experience heartbreak, but those are in other primates or at least other vertebrates, and even then it is unlikely to be love as we are familiar with it. Worms are exceedingly simple creatures, and probably cannot experience love like we understand it. The brain of a worm simply may not be capable of feeling true romantic love - it may not even be able to remember it ever had. So while I can assure you that my love for you would not be shattered by your changing form, would you be certain that you would even still care by the time the transformation is complete? Or would you be more concerned with your new worm priorities you would leave and never come back?"

Tendou stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowing.

"I would like to say that my love for you would transcend worm-brain."

"Well, you've always been a romantic," Ushijima replies, looking back to his computer. "Don't worry. I will continue to care for you even as a worm. And if you cannot love me anymore, I will not judge you for simply being a worm and behaving as one would. I'll... Make a little worm habitat, to keep you safe in."

Tendou smiles. "Aw. So you do know the right answer. You don't normally nail questions like this, did Semi already brief you on this or something?"

"No, I was already familiar with Kafka. Semi did not tell me anything."

"...what?" Tendou says.

"The Metamorphosis," Ushijima replies, once again looking back at him, now seeming confused. "Is that not what we were talking about?"

"...no? What the hell is that?"

"A story about what would happen if someone suddenly turned into a bug," Ushijima replies. "I believe 'would you still love me if I were a worm' is essential to the theme of the book, though its answer to the question seems to be no. Maybe I am also a romantic."

Tendou blinks at him, then pats him on the shoulder and gets to his feet. "I should have known better when you answered the question so fast," Tendou said. "You'd already been thinking about it."

"Mostly I have been thinking about what I would do if I became a bug, yes. But imagining myself as the family was an interesting interpretation," Ushijima offers.

[thebadwritingofvivziepop]

Empathy is about being nice to those who are 100% like you, according to Vivziepop

Ok, it's a stretch, but I feel a pattern here about her characters who are "good people on the inside"…or like Vivziepop would joke: "Have good…inside of them" (ok, now that the cringy joke is done we can move to the point)

Angel "I only care about you if Valentino is here" Dust

I haven't noticed it until someone pointed this problem out in a review that I was watching on Hazbin Hotel.

But in episode 6, the episode where Charlie wants to prove to the Heavens that the Hotel work, has a…let's just say something questionable.

Ok, the episode is full of questionable scenes, but I wanna focus on a certain scene that many people pointed out.

The rape of Sir Penteius.

Everyone pointed out the obvious problem: we had episode 4 that wanted us to take Angel Dust problem with Valentino very seriously, but then in this episode we have to watch Sir Penteius getting gang raped and we're supposed to laugh at it (which is one of the reasons why morality in hell doesn't make sense).

Charlie literally doesn't look like she gives a crap about seeing one of her clients getting gang raped in her hotel, she doesn't even ask him how he feels once she's back in hell or finding those who did this to him. Why? Because it's a "funny scene" and we're supposed to laugh at watching a guy getting raped.

It's kind of funny when we consider that in the exact same episode Angel comes back at the hotel hurt because Val made him "work" for 16 hours straight and is treated as something funny.

And remember: Angel still is with Val because Charlie doesn't want to punish Valentino because it would have been mean, and yet she has no problem at fighting angels… (have I told you how much I hate Charlie in this show? Charlie from the pilot would have never let Angel still be with Valentino).

But then something else happens. Angel sees Nifty running towards Val and stops her (even if technically Val wasn't doing anything to her).

Angel Dust gets punched by Val for trying to stand up and protecting Nifty and this for Charlie is enough to say to the angels "see? He can be redeemed!"

Now, I'm gonna break this down to you.

Adam shouldn't have responded with, "Then why isn't he in Heaven, then?" He should have responded with, "Why didn't he help the other guy who got dragged into a gang rape?!"

Because remember, Angel Dust saw that!

He saw Sir Penteius getting dragged into a room and getting gang raped. He saw him getting out after spending a nightmare there. And in all this he didn't care because the writing wanted to make the Sir Penteius scene funny.

This makes Angel Dust looking bad actually, because it makes you think that for him rape is fine until Val is involved.

He only helped Nifty because he saw her getting close to Val, if she got close to another predator, he wouldn't give a damn.

He could have saved Sir Penteius anytime because he knows what is like being a sexual object, but he didn't only because none of the perpetrators was Val.

Verosika "I have a hate-boner for my ex" Mayday

I already pointed out in this post, but I'll bring this up, anyway.

The Apology Tour episode is the one that made Verosika look even more of a sociopath that she already is (while also making Stolas a total hypocrite)

Verosika throws a party every year, inviting all Blitzo's exes to "help" them heal from the breakup by making them remember how much they hate Blitzo.

This doesn't make her look like a good person, but like someone who didn't moved on from her breakup that she wants to make her ex be miserable as possible.

She could have made a party to everyone who went through a breakup, instead she chooses only Blitzo exes.

I have no words to describe shortly how twisted that is.

Like, imagine if she has a friend or a fan who went through a breakup and her answer is "was it Blitzo? No? Then you're on your own"

This is why in my post about her I pointed out that if Vivziepop wanted to make her look good, she should have invited anyone who went through a breakup.

Also, I wonder how she met those exes, I wouldn't be surprised if unironically it turns out that she actually stalked Blitzo since the breakup and is told as a joke.

Blitzo "cheating is ok if you're gay"

Well, we all know that would have happened.

The Sinsmas episode.

In this episode a sinner tells to Blitzo to kill her ex because he cheated on her and he was ready and happy to do that…but he doesn't because he realizes that the man cheated with another man and the two have two daughters.

Because he sees them as him and Stolas and their daughters, aww…so disgusting.

A lot of people rightfully called this hypocrisy out.

In episode one from season one, he had no problem at killing a family because the mother was the woman who had sex with the husband of their client.

Sure, some people defend this by saying "oh, but it turned out that this was a cannibal family who worshipped Satan"

Ok, but explain then the HB short where Blitzo and Loona brutally kill an innocent man who was just a good person…

He could have a second thought because, as he saw the man taking care of the orphans, he saw himself with Loona.

But no, this makes Blitzo look like a total hypocrite

If his client in Sinsmas said "he cheated on me with another man" and Blitzo still accepted the request but stopped once he saw the two daughters, that would have made him look a bit better.

If the cheater was with another woman but Blitzo still notices how happy they are together with their daughters and still sees himself with Stolas, it would have been better.

But alas, as I was taking my notes and the short came out, we just notice that Blitzo didn't have an evolution at all.

He only kills everyone unless it's a gay couple with two daughters.

Vivziepop, let me give you a lesson about what empathy actually is.

You don't feel empathy just because the other people are 100% like you, empathy is when you put yourself on another person's shoes and understand them.

It doesn't matter if they are just like you, it doesn't matter if they went through your exact same struggle.

But in your show, your characters have the same empathy of Anton Chigurh.

[xryptik]

"I LOVE YOU"

─ to be loved by you ⠀⠀⠀⠀˖ ⭒ gender neutral, platonic or romantic (i can make anything platonic), idk what this is i just thought the characters listed in the tags really needed a certain kind of love and this happened, but yeah you can think whoever you want or whatever

they have come to learn much about you after knowing you for so long. ─ your favorite past time, the playfulness in your words when you wished to fill silence. even the way you sometimes became suddenly aware of the cracks on the ground, eyes on your feet as you carefully stepped over every one (it was so ridiculously endearing, how could they not remember).

and then there's the way you love ─ it wasn't quiet, but they don't think it was obvious either. because it wasn't just words or actions ─ it was everything, big and small.

it was in the way you remembered the smallest things, yet never seemed to remember what you were doing just moments ago.

"i got you a new toothbrush." you tell them when you enter the apartment, bags slipping from your arms almost carelessly as you set them on the countertops, and they hope there's no glass in them that you might've forgotten about when one of the bags fall over rather aggressively.

they realize what you say a moment later when they stand to help you, a huh leaving them, that only gains a confused expression from you. you seem to understand why they're confused when you answer, "the one you're using is the spare, but it's almost time to replace that one now."

a clumsy "oh" leaves them, because they hadn't even realized that; so how could you, someone so prone to forgetting, know that? (because it's in the way you care, knowing things before they do, because you only ever want the best for them; want to give them the best.)

"is that everything?" they finally ask, eyeing the bags of groceries spread out in front of them. that gives you pause, and you stare up at them blankly ─ because was that everything?

and they can tell from your expression, that you seemed to have forgotten if that was all the bags, or if some of the groceries were still waiting for you to come back and grab them. they smile, a little fond and a little amused, "i'll go check."

you mumble a quick thanks as you begin to put away the contents of the bags.

it was in the way things reminded you of them, even if they were strange.

"i seen a dog today." you say, random, unwarranted but not unwelcome as you sit beside them on the couch.

they don't say anything back, their attention remaining on the book in their lap, but their quiet hum and the way they let you take their free hand, picking at their fingers as you lean back and stare at the ceiling, lets you know they're listening. "it reminded me of you."

that causes them to lift their head, but you don't meet their gaze, only continue to talk, "the owner recently took it to get groomed, it's haircut almost looked like yours," ─ they're unsure if they should be offended at the comparison of them to an animal, but they don't interrupt you, ─ " and it kinda acted like you too. i thought it was funny."

you sit up, as if realizing something, "i should've asked for a picture with it."

the ridiculousness of the conversation isn't quite lost on them, and maybe they should be offended, but they can't find it in themselves to be when they chuckle, a little confused, but all too fond of you and the mess of random and odd you bring to their life.

in the way you search for them, hold them, decide their skin is a worthy canvas for your random doodles.

they didn't hear you enter ─ whether because they were so distracted by what they were doing, or because you were too quiet in approaching, they didn't know.

you lean against them, and they only startle for a moment, before realizing it was you, recognizing, memorizing, the way you mold to them like you were meant to be at their side. you press your chin to their shoulder as you lean your head against them, staring down at what they were busying themselves with.

you don't say anything, and they glance at you from the corner of their eye, asking, "what are you doing?"

you shrug in answer, reaching around them to pick up a forgotten pen lying on their desk. they watch as you begin to scribble on the wood, hearts and lopsided stars. maybe in a time before, they would've scolded, told you to quit it, but now, they let you do as you please. they could always wash it off later ─ but they're not sure if that's what they want to do.

"can i see your hand?" you ask, holding out your empty hand as you further press your weight against them, and they, while confused, hold up their hand. you take it in yours, and before they question you again, you bring their pen to their hand, drawing random lines and smiley faces on their skin. they don't stop you, although a part them thinks maybe they should, but the look on your face is focused, serious for something as silly as drawing on them, and they find it too endearing to stop you.

you finish your art with a little ghost near their thumb, an arrow pointing at it and "me. boo" scrawled messily below it, in ink that smudges a little when you pull away. finally, you set the pen down, holding up their hand like an artist holding their canvas up to the light, admiring your work with a pleased hum and a proud nod.

you let go of them, stand straight, and pat their arm, mumbling a, "okay bye," as you leave.

it's in the little unserious threats.

they remember ranting to you once, about a person now pushed to the back of their mind. they remember only because of your response ─ something they're pretty sure, they hope, was one of your jokes.

you're frowning as they recount the interaction, and when they pause to take a breath, you speak, "we should kill them."

they turn to you with shock, a little confused, "no."

you pout at them, and they think you might've been just a little too serious about getting rid of someone who upset them just a little, (and they have to scold you after, asking you to please not do something that will get you arrested. you agree with a reluctant shrug.)

and then there's the moments where they wonder why; because they hardly think the love you give them is something they're worthy. it's honest, whole; it's a lot in a way they want to accept but aren't sure they deserve to. ─ and you disagree with them always.

when they say something negative about themselves ─ like it's normal, commenting about their attitude, their mistakes, because being negative towards themselves is far easier than anything else, sometimes. ─ you look at them wide eyed, like they just shot you in the back two times; the kind of look you would give if they said they hated your cat; the look someone being accused of murder would give the accuser.

and then you narrow your eyes, purse your lips, and they think you might be angry, "i will smother you," you threaten.

they pause, "what─"

"with my love," you finish, and they think you might be the most serious, unserious person they have ever met, because you look far too serious, saying something so odd, ridiculous. you huff, lean against them, pressed to their side like you're supposed to be glued there.

they realize later, it's because you love them; because you can't possibly understand why they would hate someone (themselves) who you hold so dearly to your heart.

in the declarations in unsuspecting moments.

"you're very important to me, you know," you say in random ─ breaking the silence that had come over the two of you, your legs hung over the edge of the couch, and your head on a pillow in their lap, ready to take a nap after a long day (they think the position must be uncomfortable, but you seem perfectly happy with it).

they don't know why you say it, but you don't stop, and you don't look at them, your eyes closed, but your tone doesn't have a laugh to it, a joke lying in wait ─ like you simply had to make sure they were aware this lazy evening; "you mean a lot to me. like, i love you, and i'm really happy you're here."

they don't realize they're smiling, soft, fond, uncaring of the way the feeling in their leg began to waver, because you're so honest about your love for them; you're not shy to admit, to let them know; in words, in actions, in gifts. you tell them even when you're lying next to them, strewn across the couch in a weird position, as if you don't care how you'll be sore later, so long as you get to be near them.

and you love, always.

because you love like it's the easiest thing, ─‪ unconditionally, wholeheartedly, ─ love like it's as simple as breathing air. you loved even when things seemed hard, dark. and when they believed there's some parts of them that couldn't be loved, you proved them wrong, every time.

to be loved by you was new, but they've come to welcome it.

because to be loved by you felt right.

wow devil where did this come from. fuck if i know. what is this idea

[rjshope]

what a fine young man

for @cosmicdreamgrl✨

[sonnshine441]

No offense but why u fw waycest like genuinely what do u tell yourself that makes u think its justified to ship two people who are related by blood

This is judgey but also I do really want to understand how your mind works

Well, to be honest, I ship waycest because they're my top two favorite of the band members. In all fandoms I'm in, most of the time I ship my two favs together. And I ship all of the mcr members together.

I also got introduced to mcr through waycest fanart, not that I knew they were related at the time, of course. I was like "Waow these ocs look cool."

But the biggest part of it, I suppose, is that I don't really get how sibling incest, especially between people who can't make kids together, is that big of a deal. Maybe that's just me being an only child showing, but I just don't get it? Like the power dynamics between a parent and a child make it realistically impossible to have a consensual relationship, but those power dynamics don't really show up in this scenario, especially considering them as adults.

Boss/employee relationships aren't seen by the majority of people as bad in fiction, even though if the employee wanted to break up, they could risk getting fired for "unrelated" reasons. Imo that's a much larger power dynamic than between two siblings. And yet no one deems those problematic, even though irl, you're often banned from dating in the workplace unless you were beforehand (though this seems to be mostly an american practice)

Also Waycest shippers haven't called me a slur and told me to kill myself.

TLDR: I'm an only child and I don't understand why it's such a big deal because Mikey and Gerard are both adults who can't get eachother pregnant. I don't feel the need to justify it to myself, I just ship it because I like it.

[solenstelluna]

What accessories do Mace and Suzy prefer?

You know, I've never really figured they'd be FANS of certain accessories. But if they had to pick one over anything else, Suzy is always gonna go with a long scarf. She'd say you could never beat a good, well made, fluffy scarf.

As for Mace, I don't think HE cares about accessories at all too much. He'll put on what he ends up finding a kinship with, whatever it is that he comes across.

He's just like that, I'd say.

[causenessus]

ness I hope u know with all the details ur sneaking us for love notes it might turn into my wdo 😭 mac and cheese 😭 yes please I’ll eat it up

+ SAFE FLIGHT !! IM SO JEALOUS AB HADESTOWN

RAHH bro I hope U know how much of an inspiration wdo is for me and in writing this I REALLY HOPE YOU'RE GONNA ENJOY LOVE NOTES AND IDK WHY ATSUMU & MAC N CHEESE IS SUCH A PROMIMENT THOUGHT IN MY HEAD ALL THE TIME 😭😭 AND TYSM!! AA i'm going to respectfully sneakily take so many pictures of their set <33

[todayisafridaynight]

there's normal thought exercise questions to be had about fave charas like 'what would your fave do in X situation' or 'does your fave like Y why or why not' but the most important question to me i could ever answer about my faves is 'do they like shadow the hedgehog and is it purely ironic or do they have all 326 route titles memorized'

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Ough ship of theseus au........ Im so fascinated by this concept of the world slowly changing loop by loop, its so horryfying<33 is it known what exactly caused the loop? Also, im wondering, how far off the deep end does lance go? You said he starts Doing Things, does he do stuff to try to break the loop, to try and save his friends, does he slowly go mad? Some combination of these? Something else entirely? Either way this au sounds epic as fuck🔥🔥🔥

I am so glad you like it!!!! As for what caused the loop, I have few options-

Unintended consequences of Haggar destroying the multiverse and her and Allura being unable to fix it correctly. So instead the universe's timeline just keeps repeating itself, like a broken record

2) Unintended consequences of 10,000 years of destruction caused by the Galran empire. It fucked up their specific reality SO MUCH, that the literally the only way to preserve any life on said reality was to coil it onto itself creating a loop repeating itself like recorded videos on repeat and hope for the best.

3) things having been Always Been Like This™. Nobody knows when the time loops started or why it was started because the universe has changed so much and to the point that what was 'original' reality and the main perpetrators and the circumstances that made them begin the time loop is all but gone. The timeline that was the shows canon was simply one of the thousands Or even millions of loops these characters had gone through and didn't even know. The only difference being that this timeline ended up creating conditions (such as trans-dimensional travel and Lance's altean marks) which enabled team voltron to remember and ultimately Lance getting kicked out

4) Lance did this through quintessence fuckery. He wanted to save Allura, and when he managed to save her (and Kuron) through time travel he was Kicked Out™ of the timeline which got stuck in a loop

Either way there's a loop, and no one is there to control it Or end it. Lance remembers and tries to save people for several loops until eventually it causes him to be erased from the timeline for a bit. Think gaster from undertale. Just got put in a little timeout box beyond reality, time and existence itself no biggie he can still watch his friends and family go through same/similar shit over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

Only much later that he realizes that the loops are also changing. At first he blamed his own faulty memory but later he realized that no it is changing. The fucking genre is in fact changing

I imagine this was not a pleasant realization.

Lance also goes through various moods, at first he's trying to save people (first time he realized he was in a time loop he saved Allura and Kuron but then Hunk died, so he tried to save Hunk in next loop but then his family died and so on so forth until finally where everyone else is saved but he is erased)

After which he kinda had a long depression period, followed by a period of frustration and rage when he kills a God (most likely Bob) so he can do more in the universe

I also think his opinion on time loop keeps on swinging cause on one hand it's literal fucking torture, on the other hand it offers familiarity and assurance that no matter what atleast they'll stay alive (right up until he realizes that there is a very real chance of time loop changes can erase them as well and unlike him most of them (aside from Allura and maybe Shiro) don't have that specific cocktail of quintessence fuckery to keep them alive)

Overall i making this up as i go man

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Ok so I’ve had this question for a while and I feel like you’ll be able to give me a good answer. I understand that we’re absolutely not supposed to support anything JKR does monetarily and I never intend to do so. However is engaging with Harry Potter media *at all* also something I should not do or is it only things that give her money?

Like, would there be anything wrong with me playing Hogwarts Legacy if I pirated it? Is fanfiction and fan art ok to consume? Or is engaging with the IP at all going to be harmful in a way that I don’t see atm?

Thank you for your time!

I don't really think a cis person is the right person to ask about this, but I also know that trans people are sick to death of having to field these questions so I'll do my best to answer this, if everyone who reads my answer will promise me that you will NOT use anything I say in this post as an annoying argument against a trans person who has a different opinion on the matter. Remember whose opinions are actually important here.

And look, number one, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Nobody can stop you. If you, in yourself, in your soul, feel morally comfortable consuming Harry Potter by some convoluted method of Ethical Consumption™, then go and do that, and own it, and have the strength to be judged for your decisions.

Trans people might not trust you - hell, I'll probably not trust you either. They might get angry at you, and criticize you, or roll their eyes and call you a fucking loser. If you have the moral conviction that what you are doing is right, and that you are acting in accordance with your beliefs and you are not doing harm, then stand by that conviction and face the consequences. Have that strength of character.

But if you feel the need to go around posting and arguing that it's unfair, that you shouldn't be judged, that you should get to be a special exception and people are unreasonable when they get mad at you... then that is evidence, proof positive, that you are a fucking loser. That you are cowardly, and you don't actually believe that what you are doing is right, you just want the world to affirm your fragile ego while you enjoy your little treats.

To be clear, I am not accusing you of doing this (you seem to just earnestly be asking for guidance), but there's a hell of a lot of people who do do this, and you don't want to be one of them.

So that's number one. Do whatever the fuck you want, and face the consequences with a spine.

Number two is... just fucking drop it. That is my earnest advice to you. Just fucking drop Harry Potter. They are children's books from the early 2000s, they just are not that fucking good or important. The Hogwarts Legacy game is live service slop; the movies are passable at best and their quality comes from the actors being better than the source material. Just drop it. Harry Potter has nothing to offer that you can't get elsewhere from better media with better authors, or problematic authors who have good grace to at least be dead.

Don't waste your life thinking about complicated ways to circumvent the moral problem of JK Rowling's rancid transphobic hate-aura at the center of the franchise, don't waste your finite time on Earth trying to thread that stupid needle. Harry Potter isn't worth this. Rowling is old, and shriveling from hate and mold fumes, at the very least just wait for her to fucking die, and for her political project to fail, before you pick that world back up again.

I speak as someone who read the first book at age 11, hyperfixated on relating to Harry, and whose entire cultural life was consumed by the franchise for over a decade. It is not worth it. You don't need it, you don't need the stress of trying to navigate how or whether to engage with it ethically. You almost certainly have an enormous backlog of other books, games, movies and TV shows you've been meaning to get around to, so just go do that instead. I promise you it will be infinitely more rewarding, and infinitely less compromised by stress and guilt and cognitive dissonance.

And while you're at it, send some money to a trans charity and go scream invectives at a transphobic politician some time.

[lambilegs]

contains: nsft content (minors + ageless blogs dni), modern!au, "daddy" used as a title, reader receiving strap on + fingering from sevika, breeding kink, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, sevika teasing reader for being tight, reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "clit," "tits," kinda semi-public idk

best friend's older sister!sevika who you need to sneak around with because it's that hard to find a minute alone with her during your friend group's sleepover.

your friends are at your side every minute of the day, all of you sprawled together on the couches through the afternoon, then later helping each other get ready to head to the club. you don't even get a split second to show sevika how you look, for as soon as your outfit is patted in place by your friends, your uber is here and all of you are rushing out.

by the time you all return to your best friend's house, giggling and stumbling through the door, sevika is seated on the couch, typing away on her laptop. as you all pass the living room to head up the stairs, the two of you lock eyes, your stomach twisting and turning with excitement as her eyes scan over your body, her jaw clenching in what you can only hope is desire.

as all of your friends take turns hopping in and out of the shower, you jerk up from where you're lying down on the floor when your phone rings with a notification. the words immediately have your entire body prickling with anticipation, feeling as though the simple sentences have set you aflame.

When it's your turn to shower, text me. I'll meet you in the bathroom.

a painfully, agonizingly long forty minutes later, you carefully push the door open to the bathroom, gulping hard when you find sevika there, already topless and in a pair of basketball shorts. you've seen her in this state before, of course you have, but still, it makes your chest throb in a multitude of ways. both for the eagerness from knowing what's to come, and the domesticity of seeing her like this, casually half-nude and waiting for you in the bathroom. if you let yourself soften the moment with a tinge of daydreaming, you can almost picture how blissful it'd be years from now, doing your skincare routine as she lingers nearby, leaning on the wall and talking to you.

those tender ideas blur away when she faces you, your eyes immediately skipping down to the thick line of hair starting at her stomach and fluttering wider at the centre of her hips. you feel hungry for it, wanting to feel that bush of hair rub against yours as the two of you claw at each other for more touch, more words, more moans. more, more, more. you don't think you'll ever get enough of her.

and just an inch or two lower, and god, there's a bulge.

she leans against the counter, crossing her arms and a subtle smirk. "something caught your eye?"

her voice is low and quiet amidst the blaring fan in the bathroom, the cool touch of which sends goosebumps popping along your sweat-soaked back.

"I should be asking you that," you drawl, sauntering over to her to wrap your arms around her neck. "you're the one who asked me to meet here, remember?"

she wraps her arms around your waist, her rough hand sliding up your top as she pulls your body against the hard planes of hers. the scent of the coconut oil seeping through her hair infuses your nose, and you breathe it in deeply as her nose brushes against yours. "I do remember. but, do you want a verbal answer for that? or can I show you?"

with every article of clothing she peels off you, your skin is met with hot, wet kisses, her tongue lapping the sweat coating it and making your body arch in pleasure. when she tugs your top off, her hands are immediately groping your tits, mouth sucking eagerly on your nipples. she devours your body like a woman starved, soft, pink tongue swiping at the stiffened nubs and making you close your thighs together in sensitivity. it only worsens when she playfully skims the line of her teeth along them, her grey eyes carefully locked on your face, which heats up in response, knowing you must look incredibly glossed over and aroused right now. especially once your noises start joining the mix, a choked out gasp wrenching out of your throat when she takes turn sucking harshly on them, her mouth so rough that your chest keeps pumping out in her direction.

your hand flies to your mouth when a sharp knock is pounded against the door, your name loudly called. "bro, hurry up, I still reek of alcohol."

"s-sorry," you stutter out, nails digging into sevika's shoulders when her large hands cup your ass, fingers digging into the plush of it as she walks backwards in the direction of the shower.

after rubbing your aching pussy and spending a few minutes with two fingers plunging in and out of your hole, she has you cornered in the shower, the steam coating both your bodies in delicious, moist heat. her large chest is lodged right up against yours, her hand kneading at the back of your thigh as she coaxes you to lift one foot up on the ledge. an act with only gets her purple strap hitting even deeper in you, her sharp, measured thrusts making your eyes roll back.

as per usual, she's relentless, keeping you pinned to the wall as her hips snap against yours, creating wet-sounding smacks that only add to your arousal. in the heated, wet cube of the shower, you feel utterly surrounded by her, the two of your bodies intertwining as one as she fucks you hard and fast, the thick length of her drilling into you with such strength that it causes your back to keep sliding up and down the slippery tiles of the wall.

"you'd have thought that I would've loosened you up by now," she mutters against your jaw, her words barely audible from the rain of the shower. "but, no, just as tight as when I first fucked this pussy."

you moan loudly, eyes fluttering shut as your neck arches up. "god-- fuck, sevi--"

she immediately takes the bait in your movements, her teeth sinking into your skin as she sucks a harsh mark, the sting of it making your toes curl.

“you trying to get us caught or something?” she hisses, her tone sharp with discipline. “keep that mouth shut.”

your eyebrows scrunch together in pure, unadulterated pleasure, your pussy tightening when she plasters her prosthetic hand to your face, keeping you quiet as she continues pumping her cock into you. while you can barely tame and hold in your little squeaks and moans, sevika manages to get by, panting heavily as her gaze remains honed in on your face. you can tell all of this is starting to get to her more, her eyes ablaze and unfocused.

"you looked good," she whispers harshly, her nails digging harder into the plush of your thigh. "real good."

you bite your lip from behind the covering of her hand, a wide grin spilling onto your face.

sevika seems to notice it, her gaze shifting over your crinkled eyes, inciting a low chuckle of her own. her hand slides away from your mouth, which is immediately seized by her lips, her hips continue to rut up as her tongue laps softly at yours, wet and messy.

her hand squeezes your thigh one last time before resting on your stomach, pinching it lightly and inciting a soft squeal from you.

"gonna dump so much come in here," she murmurs quietly. "but, that's what you want, right? running in here so eagerly when you realized there’s a chance your cunt’s gonna get loaded. and right in the middle of a sleepover too.”

“daddy,” you gasp against her mouth, your hands reaching behind to dig your nails into her back.

“don’t you worry,” she rasps, the cool metal of her hand sending shivers down your spine as it cups your ass cheek and spreads you out. “I can tell when a slut needs to be taken care of.”

and taken care of is exactly how you feel once she's helping you climb out of the shower, legs wobbly and thighs deliciously achy.

when you two realize that your love-making took a very long, very accidental forty minutes, sevika watches with a bemused smirk as you stumble through the bathroom, rushing to wash your face and get your clothes back on. panic rushing through you, you slowly pinch the bathroom door open, your head snapping from side to side before hissing for sevika to get out, smacking her bare back frantically as you push her in the direction of her bedroom.

she's halfway across the hall when she pauses, her head whipping to the side. your breath catches in your throat, and face tightened into a premature wince, you turn to see someone in your friend group frozen in place, gawking at the two of you.

the three of you watch each other in stunned silence until you finally jolt into action, spluttering over the sight of sevika standing calmly out in the open, her chest bare. a hot fusion of embarrassment and anxiety whirs through you, and it propels you into actions, hands haphazardly scrambling to continue shoving sevika to her bedroom. your efforts double when your idiot girlfriend chooses to chuckle to herself, purposely placing her weight back on you to make your task even more difficult. 

as you two finally stumble through the threshold into her bedroom, you very pointedly ignore your friend’s laugh and victorious mutter of, “at least I get five dollars now."

[shiredded]

Happy father's day!

This poll is about estranged fathers. If you are not estranged, congrats! You all get to share one answer.

Good lord! This sure did go. I'll answer some confusion as best I can.

This is a poll about estranged fathers. I'm interested in the timelines of people who don't talk to their dads.

Because I am interested in estranged fathers, I basically categorized everyone who is NOT estranged into one answer. If you have spoken within the last few hours or weeks: congratulations! You are within normal relationship parameters.

If it's been more than a month, something odd may be going on, especially if your culture normally observes father's day. After a year, it's definitely not normal.

If you want to be more specific within that month, make a poll, it's fine! No need to get mad, go hug your dad!

The results (aside from the volume holy shit) are pretty much what i expected: the vast majority of people are not estranged. Within that, some love their dad, some do not. But I don't personally care how recent contact was if it was within the last month.

I'm not trying to make a commentary about how fathers are all awful and everyone should reject them. I'm not an authority on dads either.

I am not "everyone" and I am not "tumblr"

I'm literally just a guy.

There's no goal here to try to fill every slot evenly, nor a message that you should.

Not every poll is all inclusive, and not every poll is about you.

For those who it is about, I see you. Father's day is weird for us, especially when surrounded by people who like their dads. We are rare in the grand scheme of things, and that's a good thing. But estrangement is about loneliness, either ours or his.

It's raw for some of us, an old scar for others, and for me: a turning point in life where everything started to get better. A year becomes two, a decade another, and someone who consumed your life becomes a part of the past so distant you stop remembering it so well.

We may not have dads, but we have each other.

[konigsluv]

DOMESTIC!Sukuna x Reader

MDNI ꒦꒷ Domestic!Sukuna forgets your birthday, but a surprise picture at work with a 🎀 and donuts makes you forgive him

contains: down-bad Sukuna. dick picture. fem!reader.

"Fuck off, Ryomen,"

Sukuna remembers your exact words as you left the house this morning. He had fucked up. He knew all too well.

Sukuna had forgotten today was your birthday.

It was like any other day when the two of you woke up in bed together. He had pressed kisses to the back of your neck to rouse you from sleep, but not once did he whisper the words "happy birthday, baby,"

You had expected anything, just anything. Flowers, chocolates, maybe even a nice diamond necklace, or even better a ring...

But no.

You walked out into the living room to see it the same as it was the night before. Even with the dishes still in the sink that you asked Sukuna so nicely to take care of a day ago!

You didn't even bother giving him a kiss on the way out of the house, or listen to his excuses as you dressed as fast as you could. Sukuna was even baffled that you pushed his hands off of your waist when he tried talking sweet to you. You never resisted his sweet voice...

Now he knew he was screwed.

Especially when you didn't respond to his texts, and ignored his calls. In all, it made Sukuna a little pissed. Not at you though, just as himself for being such a fuck up. Seriously, how bad of a boyfriend was he to blank on your birthday?

"Fuck, please baby, i'm sorry," he growls into his phone as he collapses onto the couch, "just answer me- answer the god damn phone already," he then hangs up, hoping you'll at least listen to the voicemail.

You don't.

You're at work now, staring down at your phone with furrowed brows. The countless texts:

10:23AM || Ryo: baby i'm sorry

10:23AM || Ryo: i'll take you out to dinner, get you something nice

seen 10:23 AM

10:34AM || Ryo: fuck i'm already pissed off, don't ignore me

10:35AM || Ryo: i'm sorry, tell me what to do to make it up to you

seen 10:35 am

You couldn't believe the audacity of that man. For him to get mad?!

After ignoring him, Sukuna stopped spamming you, which made you feel even shittier.

You kind of wanted him to fight for your attention on your birthday, even if you were mad... and weren't responding...

bzz-bzz

You almost ignore the notification from your phone, thinking you should punish him more. Though you couldn't, you wanted to see what else he had to say for himself.

11:14AM || Ryo: i'm sorry baby. I got your present, just forgive me already

*photo attached*

You purse your lips in suspicion, you wonder what he got you that could make up for forgetting your fucking birthday.

Clicking on the photo you immediately turn your phone off at the speed of light and almost fling it across the room.

Was he crazy?!?! Sending that to you at work?!

Your cheeks flush as you whip your head around, wondering if anyone saw your phone screen. Of course Sukuna sent you a fucking picture of his dick.

11:15AM || You: why the fuck are you sending me dick pics at work?!

11:15AM || You: I'd be dead if someone saw that

11:15AM || Ryo: did you see it

11:16AM || You: your penis? yes Ryomen.

11:16AM || You: I know what it looks like.

11:16AM || Ryo: you didn't, open it again

Groaning internally you wondered what he was on about. You glance around once more before walking into the bathrooms and shutting yourself in a stall.

Clicking on the photo again your eyes widened.

It was Sukuna's cock alright but... he had tied a pink ribbon around it in the shape of a bow. And was that a box of donuts?...

11:19AM || Ryo: i'll let you stack donuts on it. I can get those fruit roll ups if you want me to

You huff a sigh from your nose, running a hand down your face as you try to calm your erratically beating heart. This man was going to be the death of you.

After a minute of conflicted emotions and staring at your phone screen, you respond.

11:20AM || You: you're forgiven.

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