#14 peach falls

[katsukistofu]

katsukistofu’s m.list

requests: CLOSED — fluff only, refer below !

i. midoriya

we are made of stardust

⭑ it’s hard for someone to pinpoint their earliest memories. maybe it was the moment they blew their candles out on their first birthday, or when they scraped their knee while learning to ride a bike — for you, it’s the smell of lavender fabric softener.

k. bakugo

i a-door you

⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.

it took me by soap-rise

⭑ of course your public nuisance no. 1 has to hog your favorite shower stall the day you forget your body wash in it.

prickle me pink

⭑ bakugo finds himself taking care of the cactus you gifted him against his better judgement.

clair de lune

⭑ there’s nothing you and katsuki wouldn’t do for your baby girl, and that includes giving her the moon.

h. shinsou

peanut butter and jellyfish

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

k. takami

my caffeine mix-up! — pt. i | pt. ii

⭑ you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead.

s. todoroki

hug me, not it!

⭑ your boyfriend has hidden beef with your plushies.

t. todoroki

peaches (you're the cream of the crop)

⭑ a series of grocery trips after touya is discharged from the hospital gives you both a sense of normalcy you never thought you’d be able to have again.

ikea meatballs before marriage?

⭑ your fiancé and you get a little too into playing house when you’re supposed to be furniture shopping for your new apartment.

requests

all eye wanted was you

★ sero reminds you of a few important things that your all-seeing quirk overlooks.

sick (but never of you)

★ your husband shota insists on taking care of you when you fall ill, despite your protests.

good parts

⭑ no matter how dark your brain gets, hitoshi is determined to help you see yourself in the same light that he does.

picture perfect

★ keigo sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.

est jul. 16, 2024 — last updated aug. 14, 2024

[lunarlianna]

Aphrodite asteroid

Aphrodite asteroid ( 1388): The name comes from the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, she was the Goddess of fertility, beauty, love and passion. In astrology the asteroid it’s also known for these specific traits, the asteroid can be found between the planet Mars and Jupiter and the orbit period it’s for almost 6 years. If this asteroid makes a close aspect (best are conjunctions) to your Asc or inner planets you may be blessed with beauty and magnetism. When evolved this asteroid can manifest as being in touch with your divine feminine, as being compassionate, generous and having sex-appeal, when it’s underdeveloped, the traits manifested are: vanity, sexual manipulation, obsession over beauty standards.

Aphrodite in Aries or at 1°, 13°, 25°/1st house: you have a magnetic personality, very fiery and independent. You may be very active or like physical activities, very sexual as well. Confident and bold you look good in colours red, orange or yellow. If it’s in the 1st house you may give off major goddess vibes but you need to be mindful and not fall into your more narcissistic tendencies. Be careful not to get addictive to adrenaline.

Aphrodite in Taurus or 2°, 14°, 26°/2nd house: Very soft and sensual energy, people are just simply mesmerized by you. High feminine energy, you may have a very classic glamours style, may prefer more earthly tones, green is the colour to go in your case. You may be very fertile and if in aspect with Uranus can mean unexpected pregnancies. You may have a beautiful neck or like to wear scarfs and necklaces. IF in 2nd house you may be materialistic and dramatic.

Aphrodite in Gemini or 3°, 15°, 27°/3rd house: you may be very expressive and have a lot of facial expressions. Vibrant personality and chatty, you may change our style quite often and have beautiful hands, if in conj with mercury this may give you a beautiful voice or high peached voice. Avoid drama and gossip. Words are your biggest weapon since you can sweet talk yourself out of any situation. Colours that work best for you are purple tones and light blue.  

Aphrodite in Cancer or 4°, 16°, 28°/4th house: you are very graceful and emotional driven. Very calm personality, fertility it’s also very high with this placement. You can be a jealous partner and quite possessive. You may have roundly shape features, you may prefer silk and pearls. Colours that look good on you are white or shades of white and dark blue. You may prefer your home to be very warm and welcoming to everyone.

Aphrodite in Leo or 5°, 17°, 29°/5th house: you bring a positive and optimistic energy. Very creative, you may like to do a lot of DIY. You are a proud person and you know how beautiful you are. You may have a big ego or behave from the ego rather than your heart when this asteroid is underdeveloped. Colours that work for you best are gold and yellow. You may like to have a collection of jewelleries, especially with rare stones.

Aphrodite in Virgo or 6°, 18°/6th house: you may have a very clean style and very sharp features but youthful looking. You may have great recommendation for books or movies. Colours that work best for you are brown, light green and light yellow. If in 6th house or at 18 degrees you may be prone to eating disorders and body dysmorphia. You may also have an obsession with skincare routines and some of you may prefer to follow a career in chemistry.

Aphrodite in Libra or 7°, 19°/7th house: you may have very beautiful, glamours skin and hair. You style if very romantic and chic, you may be very flirtatious also. As personality you can be charming, well-mannered and very dreamy. You enjoy having a lot of accessories and clothes. At home you may like to have a lot of plants or flowers, very cottages style home. Colours that are best for you can be shades of purple and blue. Also, you may enjoy the coffee smell and have coffee-based perfumes.  

Aphrodite in Scorpio or 8°, 20°/8th house: very seductive and magnetic energy, you can give of femme fatal vibes. You may be fit looking or enjoy being fit. Colours that work best for you are dark red, burgundy and black. If conj Mars/Uranus you can have a lot of sexual kinks or experiment a lot in the bedroom. You may have a very intense glaze or siren like eyes.  You may have the tendency to be possessive over your partner and overbearing. Try too not be very vindictive.

Aphrodite in Sagittarius or 9°, 21°/9th house: you may be very thick, especially around the thighs. You may have a very care-free personality and adventures. You may give off guru-like vibes and people want to follow you everywhere. You may have a high libido and be very fertile. Colours that work best for you are shades of red and purple. You may attract a lot of jealousy from others. It’s best for this placement to know when to take breaks since you may have the tendency to exaggerate with anything.

Aphrodite in Capricorn or 10°, 22°/10th house: your style it’s classic and very well put, old money vibe. You may have a very feminine energy but very intimidating. You may have high standards when it comes to your partners and you have traditional values. You may have beautiful bone structure and tall. Colours that work best for you are black, grey or dark green. You may choose a career where you have to help people or animals.

Aphrodite in Aquarius or 11°, 23°/11th house: your energy is electric and fluid like water, a bit mysterious and provocative. You may be very skinny or tall and your hair is thick or long. You are a trend setter and you dress accordingly, sometimes people find your style a bit quirky as well. Shades of blue are you to go colours. You could be great at public speaking and usually friend come to you for advice. You may become a beauty social media influencer.  

Aphrodite in Pisces or 12°, 24°/12th house: your style it’s very artistic and sometime you may try to create your own clothing. You may like the purple shades and you may have a lot of accessories that are seashells or with sea symbols. You may have a very beautiful voice especially if it’s in a good aspect with the Moon or Neptune. Very kind hearted and loving personality. Be careful to don’t be delusional and of any type of addictions.

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[sylusjinwoon]

This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

[eshithepetty]

Vote mob in the @autismswagsummit and support this emotionally repressed, academically challenged and terrifyingly powerful autistic 14 yo and his gaggle of overenthusiastic friends today..!!! (Or. Today as in when the voting starts again ig)

[ID: three drawings of Mob from Mob Psycho 100 interacting with one character in each concerning the autism swag summit.

The first one is a comic of him and Ritsu. In the first panel, Ritsu is clutching his phone so tight it's shaking, the screen showing the result of the Donnie vs Kris poll wherein Donnie had won. The background is a purple gradient, and he says "no..." The next panel, the background a darker purple with wavy swirls, shows Ritsu hunched over, hair falling over his shadowed eyes, teeth grit as he continues "no- this can't be...! I won't allow it, no, no-". He gets interrupted with "Ritsu, are you alright-" and the final panel brightens to a pastel peach, Ritsu looking back, distraught, at Mob, yelling "YOU'RE GONNA LOSE AT AUTISM NII-SAN". Mob, who is simply standing there, in his gym shorts and a half tucked in pink shirt, holding a glass of milk, replies "h?"

The second image is one done in red and green tones, of Dimple and Mob. Mob sits at his desk with a tired expression, one hand curled to his temple as he does his homework, Dimple hovering over him with his fists balled, as he says, "Do you want me to go beat that guy up?". Mob replies, "No, Dimple." Dimple continues, "I follow you 24/7 so I know more than anyone how much you should win this." Mob replies, "That's creepy. Just help me with my maths homework, Dimple."

The third is of Reigen and Mob. Mob has a finger raised, his aura coating his hand, as he looks back tiredly at Reigen, who has one hand on his hip and the other on Mob's shoulder, smiling cockily and sweating slightly. The background a simple light yellow, the both of them colored in pastel pinks and illuminated by a teal light that comes from Mob's power. Reigen says, "It's okay, Mob, no matter what, you're still my #1 autism." Though the annotation beneath his words, pointing to him, clarifies, "has no idea what's going on." End ID.]

[justjams2003]

The Saltiness of Flesh-3

Pairing: 1968!Elvis Presley x fem!reader

Summary: After Elvis' divorce fell through and the constant non-stop touring, he finally gets a moment alone on the beach. He finds a doll, shy and almost stand-offish and things suddenly bloom between them.

Warnings: Absolutely no hate to Priscilla, I love her so much, she is mother <3 In this story, they got engaged but broke up before they got married. Barely legal reader, flirting, talk of brattiness, spanking, manual drive (I know that sacres Americans) I would say grooming but she's 18 so not? 14-year age gap. Talk of being middle-class. Smut, fingering, masturbation.

Word count: 3k+ unedited

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @luvcsbn

Taglist: @marvelobsessed134 @atleastpleasetelephone @i5uckersblog @i-r-i-n-a-a @dontfeedthebigbadwolf @iwaizumisbtch @archerxnn @sloppiest-of-jos @indiatuck @gatheraheart @that-hotdog @toebeansforbreakfast

Part 1 - Part 2

Brown eyes, wide and big peering up at him, nervously, shyly, wiping off her mouth with a napkin. Her pink tongue darting out to taste the barbeque sauce left on her lips. The burger looked almost impossible for a little thing like her to finish, but she did. He should've expected it from a country girl like her. Now she sits, idly sucking up the last bits of milkshake. 

"How haven't you been snatched up yet?" Elvis says it out loud and he scolds himself for it, but he just has to know. A cute thing, so eager to be told what to do, any man should be eager to take her. "18 years old and this is my first date...if this is a date...?" A chuckle, or is it a sigh? Or is it both? The sound falls from his lips, his brows pulling together almost in sympathy. 

His hands reach out, grasping the small one clenching the milkshake glass. She doesn’t even know how much any girl would skin someone for this chance. "Oh darlin'...of course it's ah date. Why else would I be all over yah like I am?" A shy shrug, so uncertain. "Uh wouldn' know, I haven' ever even held hands with ah boy." His eyes flash down to his hand holding hers. He's the first, her innocence too much for him. 

"Yah serious? Yah ain't jokin' with me now?" He asks, sitting up straighter, as if he needs a better angle to address the situation. "I ain' jokin'. I'm serious." And the way her southern tongue struggles with the words makes it just so much better. As if she wants to sound all big but her mouth just won't let her. "No boy at school ever see how pretty yah are?" 

A gulp, as if she's mesmerized. A shy smile, "No boy..." She confirms for him. "An' you ain't ever even kissed ah boy? At your big girl age?" Cheeks red and her tongue moves before she can even think about what it's doing. "I ain't even even touched-" and then her mind catches up and quickly shuts her mouth. But he heard it and he needs her with everything in him to confirm what he thinks she's gonna say. 

"Haven't ever what, yittle one? Can't leave me hangin' like that." He makes sure to use the nickname that makes her pink like a peach. She bites her lip, scolding herself for ever saying anything. "My mama says I'm too young for that typa thing anyways." He says, his eyes go hard and with one look forces her to say what she was going to say. 

"I haven't ever even touched myself before..." A guttural groan of such utter revelation comes from deep his belly up and out his mouth. He smiled, wider than he ever has before, he's sure of it. "Sweet girl...did I hear yah right? Ain't never touched yourself before?" Her cheeks go bright red and she hides her little face from him. 

A shrug and then a peak through her fingers. "Yeah...I don' wanna sin." He can't help but laugh. Of course he had to expect it. A sweet innocent girl like her, from the most religiously strict state on the map had to be completely and utterly brainwashed. Manners instilled from the very beginning of her life. Everything bodily from a human has to be such an utter sin. Unaccepted to even look with lust. That must be why she's so easily flustered.  

"Oh, yittle one...it's not a sin tah touch yourself. Yah ain't gon' go tah hell for it." She gives him this blank look like the words he says just won't enter her head. "The pleasure of the body is only meant for reproduction.” She quotes her bible scripture. Elvis can imagine her on her knees every night before bed. Her little hands clutches, head bowed. 

He’s certain he could so easily get her in that position for him. With her mouth open instead of shut. Begging to him, he’ll guide her. Show her the wonders of the human body. “I promise yah, sweet girl, I read my bible, I go tah church same as yah do. But I’m older an’ wiser now aren’t I? I know, I talk tah my preacher. He tells me it ain’t a sin.” 

Pudgy bottom lip stuck between front teeth. Fawn eyes slightly droop showing thoughts filled with things unholy and unbecoming of a religious little girl like her. “I couldn’t possibly.” She mumbles, shaking her head, it’s as if the whole restaurant is closing in on her and she can’t run from him, this conversation, or her mind. 

“An’ why not? I promise yah that He won't smite yah down if yah enjoy yourself a little. In fact, my preacher tells me, lovin’ your body, brings yah closer tah Him. No need tah be so shy about it. Everyone does it, even the pastor.” He tries to course her, convince her, corrupt her. Pull her from this little bubble she lives in and make her a part of his world. 

Her eyes go from him, down to the plastic table. Picking at the peeling laminate, working through it in her mind. “You’re a big girl now, girl. Yah gotta do what big girls do.” He knew well what he was doing. Elvis knows she’s away from her Mama and Papa, he knows she ain’t never had to make a real choice in her life. They chose her school, in turn her friends. 

Now, she’s all alone in California, in with a guy much older than her. Elvis knows she misses her Papa, she sees his dominating commanding nature in him and craves for it. For the guiding hand. Do just about anything he’d ask, if he really did ask. “I don’t even know how.” Her lips part, her sheep’s eyes peer through her long little lashes. 

That iconic Elvis grin crawls across his lips. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with not knownin’ yet. You’re just a small girl in any case, aren’t yah?” He leans forward, taking her hands. He caresses over the knuckles. “That’s why yah have me, baby. Someone a yittle older, a yittle wiser, huh?” 

When you’re around someone like Elvis Presley, when he grins, you grin. Even if slight, she does smile. She’s seen sound of music, one of the only movies approved by her strict parents. She knows, “Sixteen Going On Seventeen.” Her tongue darts out, licking over her lips with she sings slightly.    

“You need someone older and wiser. Telling you what to do~” She recites the lyrics to him, he grins, shifting in his seat. Scootching closer, hell, he’s upset at the table for being in between them. He looks so giddy hearing her sing. “Yeah, exactly like that, baby. Yah get it now.” Then he reaches out, his thumb gliding over her lips, wiping off some sauces. 

His thumb goes back to his mouth, licking it. Tasting the saltiness of his skin, his eyes seeing the way she wriggles in her seat. “Will yah let me help yah, baby?” He asks and then shakes his head, knowing that he shouldn’t even give her the choice. “I’ll help yah, yittle one.” He lets go of her, his hips buck forward as he digs out his wallet. 

He throws some cash on the table. The girl’s eyes go wide, she’d never seen that much cash in her life. He stands up, grabbing her by the arm. There’s no time to gawk, no time to wait. A new play thing, something so exciting for him. A break from his usual every day in life. Her legs drag behind him, struggling to keep up with him. 

“Sit down, girl.” He shoves his own blazer jacket off, throwing it onto the nearest chair. He then realises his tone when she doesn’t move. His hand rests on her lower back, slightly pushing her towards the bed. “Right there, on the edge of the bed, sweet girl.” She does comply, shuffling forward and sitting down like he asked. 

Her pink church dress puffs out around her. The leather jacket contrasts the pink so harshly, so gorgeously. She fiddles with the little frills of the dress. Elvis crouches down in front of her, on his hunches. He looks up at her, his large hands resting on her knees. She can hear his breathing and it feels like he’s eating her alive. 

Elvis’ hands slide under the hem of the dress. Warm against cold. Her skin is tan like his, used to spending all that time in the sun on her farm. Not used to the luxuries of an air conditioner. Her breathing hitches, her teeth cage her lower lip. The sound comparable to a growl comes from his throat. 

“Stop doin’ that.” His one hand reaches up, pulling her lip from her teeth. “Stop it. If ya keep doin’ that I’m gonna have tuh kiss yah, yittle one.” Again, she sucks in breath at the thought of that. He grins slightly, his eyebrows raise. “Yah like that? Yah like the idea o’ me kissin’ yah?” A laugh threatens to come from him.  

She’s so sweet, really. Wanting to be kissed but too scared to say it. Or too innocent to even know it. He raises himself, his face close to hers. So close, one lean forward and their lips would touch. He threatens it, toying with her like this. He knows how a girl idolizes their first kiss and he wants to be the one to make those dreams come true. 

But now isn’t the time that that’ll happen. He stands up, his crotch now replacing where his face was. She can feel the coldness of his rings when his hand slides under the leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders. “Mind if I...?” He doesn’t say it, he knows if he says it, it’s all too real for her. This should stay a haze, a fantasy in her mind. He knows she’d be far too scared of the reality of what’s really happening. 

A nod, too far from there in the mind. He makes sure his movements are slow, like a scared little deer. Any sudden jerk might break this daze she’s in. He shoves the jacket to the side, it slides off the bed. His large hands grasp at her back, keeping her still as his other hand gently slides down the zipper. The dress opens and her guides it off her shoulders. 

Then lower, guiding her to lift her little bum, then letting it pool down on the floor. She blushes, looking away. “Ah-ah-ah, none of that now. I’m just’ teachin’ yah somethin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed of now, my yittle lady.” He says, guiding her to look back at him. “Much better now, look at yah, so pretty,” he coos, softly caressing her cheek. 

Elvis then takes her by she shoulders, carefully guiding her so that she lays down. Her hair splaying out. He takes a pillow, carefully sliding it under her head. Then he just stands there, seeing her. The matching frilly white bra, panties and socks. Smooth skin, slight stretch marks from a young girl’s body settling after puberty. 

The little blonde hairs trailing from her belly button down, lower. Unkept curly hair, her mother likely forbade any grooming of that sort too. Wide hips that hid under the dungarees and church dress. And a waist that curves, like his own little porcelain doll. Her big round eyes looking up at him makes him think of a play thing even more. 

His breathing is heavy, yet controlled, effort into each thing he does. He hunches down again. His fingers hook under the pink frilly panties, her breath gets suck in her throat and he instantly notices. “It’s alright, baby. It’s okay, yittle one, you’re okay.” He coos, the cold air hits her when he slides the panties down. He holds them up for her to see. 

“Isn’t that the cutest little thang?” She’s bright red and goes even redder when he takes a deep sniff. “God, baby, yah smell divine.” She’s forced to remember how much he distastes it when she hides from him when his lip pulls up disgust when her hands come up. He shoves the panty into his back pocket. Then, in one swift motion, he pins her hands down by her sides. 

“What’d I day? Huh?” He grips her hands tighter, grabbing her attention. “Tell me. What did I tell yah?” She whimpers, her voice shaky from shame. “No hidin’. Nothin’ tah be ashamed o’.” He nods along with her as she speaks. “Come on now, I thought yah were a good girl? I thought yah’d do as I say.” Fear spawns behind her eyes and Elvis revels in it. 

She nods her head frantically. “I am. I am good.” Everything in her, from the way she was raised, her faith and her heart commands her to be obedient. To follow instructions from her elders well. From a man, well. And he is both of those. And if she knew the authority he held, she’d likely be even more submissive than now. 

“Are yah? Prove it tah me. Do as I say.” He challenges her, raising his brows as if he doesn’t believe that she would. But he knows he picked just the right girl. “I will. I will.” Still so eager to please, frantic that he won’t give her the attention she craves so far from her parents. “Good...good...” He slowly lets go of her hands. 

His grip holds her like a prize, a stack of books, like you would a burger that you’re ready to stuff into your mouth and simply devour. Elvis’ thumbs caress the skin, his breathe tickles her. “I’m gonna show you what tah do then I want yah tah copy me alright?” Restless to gratify she replies with a: “Yes, sir.” He can’t do it anymore. He just can’t tease her like this. He needs her, now. 

Thumb traces down, hand slides down her slit. She gasps, her hips snapping up. His other hand holds her down. Then his thumb presses against her sensitive nub. She huffs air out, trying to comprehend this new experience. He makes small circles, absolutely loving the noises that escape her. Elvis takes in just how soaked she is for him and gladly slides a finger inside her. 

She’s so wet and warm and tight around his finger. She whines, clenching around his finger and sucking him in deeper. “You’re so tight, baby, oh lord forgive me.” He groans, beginning to pump into her. She mewls and gasps and makes just about any noise she can. Then, he pulls out, leaving her gaping and feeling empty. 

He grins, licking his finger clean. “Fuck, sweet girl, yah taste so fuckin’ good.” She blushes, whining and her thighs rub together. She’s looking for that friction again. “No, youngin’, it’s your turn now.” He takes her hand, guiding it down to her fur. “Do it, yittle one, jus’ like I showed you.” The girl huffs, small, slender hands copying the motions of Elvis. 

“There yah go, darlin’. See, now, doesn’t that feel good?” She can only reply with gasps and whimpers. “Does that feel like a sin to you?” He grins, knowing that her body is rewriting the brainwash of the south. Screaming at her that this is good and it doesn’t matter what anyone but Elvis says. “It does~ Feels so good~” 

Elvis’ grin can’t be wiped away. He watches as her fingers, on instinct, slide inside herself. Just like he did. She’s chasing that high and she’s at her most vulnerable now. He leans down, thumbs hooking under her bra, lifting it so that her pink little nips spring free. He flicks against the hard bud, he gasps and he chuckles. 

“So good, huh?” He knows the first time that edge comes so quickly. The body experiencing this amount of pleasure for the first time, is quick to crumble. “Say you’ll be mine, youngin’. Say it. I know you want to. Don’t fight it.” He whispers in her ear, his tongue dragging from her collarbone all the way up. He lowers his hips, grinding himself against her wiggling stomach. 

She replies with a gulp. “E-elvis. S-somethin's wrong. Somethin’s happenin’.” She whispers, her voice shaky. He looks down, her fingers so quick that it makes a lewd wet noise. “That’s gon’ happen, baby, just let it. You’ll see, feel so good, jus’ keep goin’ like this.” He guides her through it, making her even more dizzy when his lips attach to her nipple. 

“I-ah~” She gasps, moaning as her body spasms, shaking, the pleasure wracks through her. Like boiling water burning your skin. So quick and sudden and then it spreads all through you. Everywhere, nothing but over sensitive pleasure. “Say it, I wanna hear yah say it.” He coaxes her, knowing nothing will make sense now. Her brows furrow, “Huh?” 

He pretends to be upset that she doesn’t know, convincing her that she should. “Come on, yah said yah’d be mine. Don’t change your mind now. Not after what I just taught yah.” He makes sure to scold her and not comfort her, like she really needs now. So needy to keep him happy and to be held. “No, no, I wouldn’t- I-I'll be yours, Elvis, I’ll be yours.” 

He grins, big and wide and peppers her face with kisses. “That’s my good girl, such a good little girl, aren’t yah? Jus’ for me?” She preens under his praise, a dazed smile overcoming her. “Jus’ for you.” He coos, coddling her close against his body as he lies down next to her. 

“My poor baby, mus’ be so tired, aren’t yah?” A mumble, always agreeing with him. “I know, I know, poor girl. A lot for a youngin’ like yah?” He soothes, caressing her hair, peppering kisses, hugging her close, overwhelming her with him and him only. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay yittle one. Yah can sleep, I’ll watch over yah, baby. Yah can sleep in my arms.”  

And like always, she does what Elvis asks of her. And as Elvis grins, holding his new pet close, he can’t help but notice how that sea saltiness lingers on his tongue...

The End?

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I'm finding rankings difficult, there's a lot of middle of the pack action and some serious top contenders

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2023 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 -  I love how they’re slowly revealing bits of their past to each other. It parallels the slow burn of them falling in love with each other. Knowledge + understanding = affection. I cried during the part with his doubles partner, of course I did. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, I am a sap. Also I’m realizing that there is something particularly clever about this show: Because Day is blind, there must be a ton of physical touch. And physical touch is something that Thai BL does really well. 

(I gotta say, while I ADORE JimmySea in these roles, a small part of me wonders how JoongDunk would have handled these parts.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 3 of 10 - Phaya is SO DAMN SMITTEN. It’s great. Have I mentioned recently how glad I am Billy got this role? This was the: “it’s not a date” date ep. 

I gotta say these 2 BLs are neck and neck favorites right now.

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - Uh oh. I like it a lot. I think I was always going to because I have a soft spot for TayNew on screen. It is such funny to watch Tay play such a stiff character. I like it. This is very fast paced for a Thai BL I wonder where they’ll take it with this speed, are they’ll following the manga more closely? 

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - Wait, no. Wahl you’re such a problem. The pacing of this is very KBL. I’m not mad about it but it feels odd in Thai. Still enjoying this one the most as my "early in the week" offering.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - The booty call flirting is next level with these two. Like Bed Friends but with less pain. I love that Nail is such needy evil wild child - the story gets all its tension from that.

Baby boy gives off so many danger signals I wouldn't tap that with a 10 ft… pole. Him is a braver queer than I. I do like how the high heat is being used to drive the story. It stands in stark contrast to Playboyy. Which is using high heat to drive, well... piles apparently.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 6 of 10 - I'm enjoying it again, the main couple is getting more BLish. 

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - Shin and Peach flirting is very cute. Although they got into that sack swiftly. Guy leaving was contrived and reactions overwrought but okay babies. 

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Now I'm mostly just confused.

Which timeline are we in?

Do they know each other in this one's past or not?

Have they met yet?

Who has which memories of what?

I feel like I’ve been through a lot for the show.

I’m not saying the reunion scene in the theater was worth it, but it was a really spectacular reunion scene. I’m terrified that there’s one more episode. I wish it had ended here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 2 of 12 - I’m just not that into it. 

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 14 - A new ship has been set afloat, we are now Team #WayKim / #KimWay and if you're not with us, you're against us. Trash watch happening here.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 5 of 8 - oh look, it’s everybody’s favorite big brother!

That was a kind (and kind of lovely) coming out sequence. KingUea being the worst best Gay Advice Dads is awesome. Mai is SO SWEET. And we end on some good old miscommunication / misinterpretation, so that Jade can behave in an even more unhinged manner next ep. Our brief respite from absurdity has ended. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Fake Love ep 16 of 24 - They cute fake bf but it’s oddly unappealing. I mean most us queers have slept with each others exes, that’s swimming in a small pool, for ya. In my experience, only hets get butt hurt about it. (Hets never use enoug lube, they butt hurt about everything.) So the whole drama just felt confusing to me. Or maybe that's just my experience with swimming in lube? 4/10 whatever... not recommended

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 4 of 14 eps - I’m seriously considering dropping this. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They cute. Are aquariums now gay? That’s not the definition of fish that I grew up with. 

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 2 of 8 - I'm suffering from terrible second lead syndrome. Glasses guy is new Best Boy. Also, Rise is trying to earn the Namgoong Award for Best Wingman. 

It Finished But...

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - completed it's run. Reports are:

It's pretty good horror but not BL. Ending is unresolved.

Given that info and this review here, it's not for me. DNF

It's Airing But...

Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) - a historical I'm interested in (if it's BL) but have no idea how to find.

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Been told I shouldn't bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until after it completes its run next week.

Next Week Looks Like This

12/14 Dear Kitakyushu (Thai/Japan movie) in theaters in country only, I know nothing about distribution.

Still coming:

12/23 Dead Friend Forever (Thai horror) iQIYI

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Of course I loved all the little language moments. I am here for the kinkification of phi.

That request for a shirt was v sexy phi+na. Thank you Jimmy.

Last Twilight bringing the pronoun and particle game to play hard.

It was a nice kiss. (Absolute Zero)

This as a perfunctory flirting kiss, I anticipate we still have The Kiss to come.

I love that Phaya's personality seems to be spin doctor, just accuse the boy of doing that you are already doing to him (or want him to do to you).

Boyfriend shirts!

And a meta reference.

The Sign is basically made for me.

(Last week)

[junichan]

So, I want to do my own LMK / Post - Isekai’d Into The West story but I have several ideas and cant decide which to focus on first…

Here’s the Setup:

For fourteen years Reader guided the pilgrims west. Now at last they had reached Soul Mountain where Buddha would send her home. That was the deal.

Sun Wukong wanted her to stay, and she knew she would miss him dearly, but she just didn’t belong in ancient China. She had to go home. After more than a decade missing, her family probably thought she was dead!

Reader missed her family and friends, her home, hell, even her old job! She missed Netflix and pizza and indoor plumbing. It had been fourteen years since she’d been to a salon and gotten a proper haircut. It was long past time to go back.

“You’re immortal, right? Just wait a few thousand years and find me in the future!” It had been a joke. Reader didn’t actually expect the Monkey King to wait for her.

 So what happens next?

Good End

Reader was worth waiting for! She goes home to her time and finds the 14 years in the past were only 14 minutes in her present. She also finds Sun Wukong took her advice and waited for her. So now she gets to figure out how to introduce her demon monkey boyfriend to her friends and family.

--0R--

2. Wukong points out that she could just as easily become immortal and wait those few thousand years too. Reader changes her mind about going home and returns to FFM with the Monkey King. Together they restore Wukong’s home, and Reader gets to spend the rest of her immortal life snuggling with baby monkeys on Huaguo. Time passes and Reader returns to her family as a legendary immortal queen.

Extra Bonus: Macaque is there too, and in this instance he and SWK never had a falling out. Reader gets bonus monke hubby!  

Bad End

Reader goes home to find the Monkey King waiting for her. Except this immortal demon spent the thousands of years between past and present being an unstoppable despotic warlord, and she’s his predestined queen! She gets home to find her city turned into a warzone as Wukong tears it apart looking for her. Welcome home, Peach!

--0R-- 2. Wukong doesn’t give Reader the chance to leave. He takes her back to FFM where she spends the rest of her immortal life - because of course he makes her immortal – in the royal pillow nest where he can keep her safe and sound. It’s for Reader’s own good of course. Can’t have her going back to a life of mundane, mortal monotony.

Extra Penalty: Macaque is there too, and whether he’s still buddies with Wukong or not he’s definitely not there to help Reader. She’s got two demon warlords to deal with.

[elderwisp]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE ft Rowan Barrera

tagged by @vicciouxs and @living-undead thank you so much!

00 ★ PINBOARD AND PLAYLIST

Not apart of the tag but i wanted to share his playlist and pinboard as well!

01 ★ NAME

Rowan Barrera

02 ★ NICKNAMES

Atlas likes to call him Spaceman or Starman

03 ★ GENDER

Male (he/him)

04 ★ STAR SIGN

Scorpio ♏︎

05 ★ HEIGHT

6'2" (188cm)

06 ★ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY

Mexicano ESOOOO!

07 ★ FAVORITE FRUIT

Watermelon and peaches

08 ★ FAVORITE SEASON

He adores fall as it is close to his birthday and the chill in the weather is nice

09 ★ FAVORITE FLOWER

Atropa belladonna... also known as nightshade

10 ★ FAVORITE SCENT

Loves the smell of classy perfumes/colognes, the smell that comes after it rains, and the smell of smoke from a bonfire

11 ★ COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

None, he prefers energy drinks especially if they're blended

12 ★ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

Five, enough to not miss out on what's happening but also plenty so he doesn't crash

13 ★ DOGS OR CATS?

Dogs! He likes Cane Corsos or Dobermans!

14 ★ DREAM TRIP

Anything with a beach, his parents usually plan a lot of vacations so the term dream trip is typically reality for him

15 ★ NUMBER OF BLANKETS

A nice fluffy duvet! although it eventually makes it's way to the floor

16 ★ RANDOM FACT

Rowan used to be in a lot of sports such as soccer. Really competitive guy so he would always make sure the team would win a majority of matches or be suuuuuper bummed out over losing. However once going into high school he dropped that hobby as his interests grew elsewhere.

★ TAGS: @lynzishell @hannahssimblr @youredreamingofroo @gvaudoiin-tricou @sirianasims

@earthmoonz @acidheaddd @dejasenti99 @daniigh0ul @pralinesims

[trickphotography2]

D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 14

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 13 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 14

Time was flying by, much as the Seresin household tried to ignore it. 

Time was a double-edged sword. Each passing day brought you one day closer to Jake leaving and one day further into your pregnancy. It was one day closer to being alone and the end of your first trimester - of being done with constant nausea, light-headedness, exhaustion, and headaches. You were pretty sure that your coworkers had an idea that you were pregnant, too, given how frequently you excused yourself to the restroom to vomit or pee. It was getting to a point where you would have to start letting people know. 

It also meant that your body was changing. Logically, you knew that it would happen and expected it. Still, finding fewer of your clothes fit was frustrating when getting ready for work. You’d been in tears that morning when your slacks refused to button over your 13-week belly, and you had to get back into the shower to shave your legs so you could wear a skirt. Tears were nothing new in the house, especially with Jake leaving for North Island in three days, but the last thing your husband wanted was for you to be shedding tears over Peach finally making herself known.

Jake had immediately vetoed calling the baby Mini Cactus, MC for short, for the week. But he wasn’t the one having to deal with sharp back and hip pain, which your doctor assured you was normal as your body accommodated your growing uterus. After one awful cramp while eating lunch together in your office, Jake suggested a back rub. When you leaned against the desk, he’d stood behind you, pressing his dick against your ass and whispering that he’d fantasized about bending you over that desk many times, but for different reasons. 

While you were uncomfortable with how you looked - like you’d eaten too big of a lunch - Jake loved it. His favorite thing to do was to have you relax against him, your back against his chest, with his hand resting on your stomach. He found every excuse he could to touch you: gently moving you out of the way to reach something, buckling your seatbelt as you rolled your eyes, his hand high on your thigh as he drove so his pinky brushed the slight bump, and inevitably cradling your stomach when he kissed you. 

So he’d thought about how to make you understand how fucking sexy you were all goddamn day. As soon as you got home, he’d rushed to the bedroom while you checked the mail, stripped off his khakis, and changed into the tightest pair of jeans he had, cock hard and pressing against the zipper. Feeling slightly foolish, he grabbed the cowboy hat from the closet and hurried into the kitchen in time for you to come inside, pausing to close the garage. 

“What’s this?” you asked, laughing at the sight of your half-naked husband. Taking the mail from your hand, he tossed it onto the counter and wrapped his hands around your hips. 

“What’d’ ya mean, Mrs. Seresin?” he drawled, thickening his accent. Jake brushed his lips against your forehead, his evening stubble lightly scraping your skin while backing you against one of the counters. His hips pinned you there as he tangled a hand in your hair, tugging as he licked into your mouth. With one hand on his back, you trailed the other down to lightly trace his erection, humming against his mouth. “See whatcha do to me, Mama?”

He quickly untucked your shirt and tugged it over your head, letting the material fall to the floor as his hands lifted to cradle your stomach. When your head tipped back against the cabinet, he unclasped your bra. His lips skimmed the red indents it had left on your shoulders and chest before turning his attention to your tender nipples, gently licking and sucking them. You whimpered. Jake chuckled against your skin as your fingers curled around the counter edge. Carefully nudging your feet wider, his lips moved down your body as he dropped to one knee. Hands glided up your legs, sliding under your skirt to kneed your ass. He kissed your stomach while removing your underwear, tucking it into his back pocket. 

If there was one benefit of pregnancy, it was how sensitive you were. Much to both your surprise - and your husband’s delight - it seemed like your sex drive was on a hairpin trigger the closer you got to your second trimester. He was an expert at getting you off, but these days, Jake looking at you was enough to get you close. You’d been embarrassed when he’d played with your breasts while watching TV over the weekend and nearly made you come with that alone.

So, finding you already wet wasn’t a surprise. Jake ran a finger between your folds, dipping the tip of his finger into you before licking off the taste. “My favorite.” He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband, baring you to his gaze before wrapping his hand around your thigh and guiding it over his shoulder. The first pass of his tongue had you exhaling shakily. But when you looked down to watch him, the hat brim obstructed your view. Frowning, you quickly plucked it off his head and put it on your own. 

“Better,” you hummed, toes curling in your flats when Jake flicked your clit with his tongue. His gaze drifted up your body to lock with yours, and he winked. With clinical precision, he took you apart with his tongue and fingers, all while keeping one hand on your stomach. It was almost comical to think that, before this man, you’d never gotten off from oral. You tugged his hair, gasping as he curled his fingers and moaned against you. Pleasure coiled low in your stomach as you rocked against his face and came with a loud moan. 

Another benefit of pregnancy… the orgasms were amazing. They were so much more intense. 

Grinning, Jake kissed your inner thigh before setting your foot on the floor, helping you out of your shoes before standing, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Once he was sure you could stand alone, he stepped back, ignoring your whine as his eyes drifted down your body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, crossing the kitchen. When he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, you blushed. “I want a picture.” He took two, one head-on and the other standing off to your side, kissing you again before showing them to you. Your lips were swollen and lipstick smeared, a pleasantly sated expression on your face. Your pussy and breasts were on display, and so was the curve of your stomach. 

“Jake,” you groaned, untucking your skirt and burying your face in your hands. “Delete those, please.” 

“Why? You look fuckin’ gorgeous.” 

“I look ridiculous.” He sighed and slid the phone into his pocket before gently tugging your hands away, entwining your fingers, and leading you toward the bedroom. He bypassed the bed and went straight into the ensuite, turning you towards the mirror and pressing his chest to your back. After stealing the hat, he trailed his hands down your body, one lightly circling your nipple while the other molded your skirt to your stomach. When your gaze lowered, he curled one finger under your chin and raised your head. 

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he whispered in your ear, chuckling lowly when you shivered, nipples pebbling under his watchful gaze. “All the time. Doesn’t matter what you’re doin’.” Tears of embarrassment shone in your eyes as you met his in the mirror, and he smirked, pressing his cock to your ass. “Takes everything in me to let you get out of bed and go to work when all I wanna do is touch you and fuck you and hear you moanin’ my name. My pretty little wife, havin’ my baby.” Holding your gaze, he took both of your hands and placed them on the vanity before kicking your feet wider. A hand pressed between your shoulders, encouraging you to bend forward. The sound of his zipper lowering had you sinking your teeth into your lip. Jake flipped the back of your skirt up before pressing into you.  

“Fuck,” you whimpered as he rolled his hips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Nuh uh, darlin’. Look at yourself,” he rasped, stilling inside you. He lightly slapped your ass when you hesitated, grunting as you clenched around him. When you forced them open, taking in the sight of your husband bare-chested and in that fucking cowboy hat, you pushed back against him. “Good girl.” Jake snapped his hips, forcing a choked moan from your throat. “That’s right, Mama. Let Daddy take care of you.” 

Fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you hard, one hand protectively against your lower stomach to keep it from hitting the vanity. He kept up a litany of praises - how good you felt, how gorgeous you were, and how much he loved you - as he watched your body ripple with the force of his thrusts. When you shifted a hand to brace yourself on the mirror, he reached under your skirt to circle your clit. His lips sealed on your throat, teeth scraping lightly, and you reached to curl your hand around the back of his neck. Your lips found his in panting kisses as you tipped over the edge, feeling him smile as you fluttered around him, pulling him along with a grunt. 

You floated in the blissful post-orgasm glow, leaning back against Jake and letting him take your weight. “Love you,” you mumbled, tipping your head against his shoulder. 

“Love you, too, darlin’.” Ignoring your whine, Jake slid out of you, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall, puddling at your feet. After lifting you onto the vanity, his fingers went between your legs, gently probing and pushing his cum back into you. Your nails dug into his arms. “You alright, Mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Shaking your head, you leaned forward to press your mouth to his throat. His rumbling laugh made you smile, hips lifting as he curled his fingers and dragged them out of you. When he lifted them to your mouth, you cleaned them, tasting the saltiness of his cum and your own earthy taste as your tongue curled around his fingers. “My perfect wife,” he sighed, ripping them from your mouth and kissing you deeply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you from the vanity, quickly making his way into the bedroom.

After setting you on the bed, Jake tugged off his jeans and placed the hat on the nightstand before covering your body with his. He playfully kissed your face and neck, making you giggle. When his hand drifted down between your legs, you caught his wrist. “Hands to yourself, Tex.” 

“Let’s get a third out of you, Mama,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth. Pulling his hand up, you nudged him onto his side. He brushed the hair from your face before his fingers skated down your body to rub his knuckle on your stomach. Lazy kisses became more heated as you grasped his hardening cock, lightly stroking and teasing. “Darlin’,” he huffed as you ran your thumb through the bead of precum and brought it to your lips. Guiding one of your legs over his hip, he shifted to try and line himself up with your pussy. 

Smirking, you forced him onto his back and straddled his hips. Your mixed arousal coated his skin as he gripped your waist, trying to encourage you onto your knees. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you scoffed, covering his hands with your own. “I thought I said hands to yourself.”

“Can’t expect me to listen when you’re naked.” You threw your head back laughing, and he licked his lips while watching your breasts bounce. Surging upwards, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down, burying his face in your breasts and kissing your sternum before sucking your right nipple into his mouth. His hands on your ass rocked you against his dick, and you moaned while pushing him away. 

“Bad boy,” you said, tapping his nose. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I can help you.” His cock twitched, and your grin grew. While Jake fucking loved using the restraints tucked under the mattress on you, leaving his hands free to take you apart, he’d only let you use them on him once in a blue moon. While you loved being held down, he was so tactile it killed him not being able to touch you. Which you loved. The sight of him trying and failing to touch you, held back by the velcro around his wrists - unable to set the pace on the one time he’d let you use the ankle straps - was such a turn-on.

The thought had you clenching your thighs around his hips, dragging your core along his dick. Trailing your nails down his left arm, you took his hand from your ass and removed his watch, tossing it onto his nightstand and mouthing at the pale skin of his wrist. “Please, babe?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He groaned. You squealed and cupped his face at his curt nod, peppering him with kisses. When you climbed off his lap, he tapped your ass before collapsing onto the bed, arms flung wide.  

You made quick work of it, tossing the pillows to the floor and pulling the restraints from under the mattress. Jake grumbled when you wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and adjusted the length, restricting his movement. “Arms only,” he said as you moved towards the foot of the bed. 

“Fine, fine,” you huffed. With the second cuff on, you sat beside him and ran your hand along his chest, admiring how the black fabric contrasted with his tan skin. He watched, biceps flexing and testing the give. It wasn’t much. Smiling, you retrieved the cowboy hat and put it on your head before moving to the foot of the bed. Jake spread his legs to accommodate you lying on your stomach. Absentmindedly, you lightly dragged your nails up his inner thigh, contemplating your next move. The muscle twitched as he glared down at you. 

“Darlin’,” he growled. 

“What?” you asked innocently, propping your head on your hand. His hat was too big, so you pushed it up so he could see your face. At his raised eyebrow, you rolled your eyes and returned your attention to his cock, pink and hard against his stomach. It had been a while since you’d given a blowjob, reluctant to test your gag reflex when dealing with morning sickness. But today hadn’t been too bad, and you knew how much your husband loved them. Moving closer, you ran the tip of your tongue along his thick vein, smirking at his grunt. “No promises,” you said, eyes darting to meet his. 

“Whatever you can.” He shifted, looking down the length of his body to watch you kitten lick his dick. A self-satisfied smirk graced your lips at the sight of precum smearing his stomach. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking him in hand and resting his crown against your bottom lip. Your tongue dipped into his slit, and he huffed when his attempt to bury his hand in your hair was thwarted. 

“Will you think of this when you’re away?” you asked coyly. The image of you naked except for that fucking hat, legs crossed at the ankles and in the air, would be one that he would think about often when deployed.

“I’d take a fuckin’ picture if I could, darlin’,” he rasped. His cock slapped his stomach when you released him. “Where are you - ” he asked as you slid off the bed. His palm ached to slap your ass when you bent at the waist to grab his discarded jeans and retrieve his phone. “Hey!” he called when you went into the bathroom. He tugged at the restraints, only stopping when you reappeared, having reapplied that sinful red lipstick he loved. Tossing the phone next to him, you straddled his waist and leaned down to press your lips to his. Jake tried to hold you, letting out a muffled groan when he was held back. You smiled against his mouth, pulling away when he tried to take control of the kiss. 

“If you’re good, Lieutenant,” you cooed, dragging your thumb from his lower lip down to the divot in his chin, his stubble rasping against your skin. “You can have a treat.” When he raised an eyebrow, you whispered in his ear. He moaned, pressing his head back into the bed. You smiled at how flushed he was, hair tousled from your fingers and eyes blown wide with arousal when they met yours. When you leaned down to kiss him again, the corner of the mattress lifted with how hard he pulled on the restraints. 

You licked and sucked down his chest with a wink, leaving lipstick stains across his tanned skin to resettle between his legs. Phone in hand, you rested his cock against your lower lip and snapped pictures before tossing it aside. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking his tip in your mouth. After taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, smiling at the loud groan Jake released. His legs tensed, heels digging into the mattress when you hollowed your cheeks, struggling not to thrust upward. 

“Take the hat off,” he breathlessly ordered. “Wanna see you.” When you ignored him, he bent his knee and gently knocked your shoulder, unwilling to lift his hips and make you choke on him. “Hat. Now.” Rolling your eyes, you tipped it back so he could see your face. “Brat.” The ‘t’ was hissed as you swallowed him again, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t take. 

With every pass, you took more and more of him. Jake’s hands flexed in the restraints, teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought against the need to fuck your mouth. The sight of his biceps flexing, the tendons of his neck strained, had you sliding a hand down your body to play with your clit. You moaned around him, eyes falling close as your thighs clenched. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for me.” You whimpered around him, gathering your mixed cum and teasing yourself. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close.” 

Smirking, you pulled off of him and kissed his tip before lazily pumping him. “You alright, Mama?” Jake asked, lifting his head to look at you. Sweat dotted his brow, and you twisted your wrist, pulling a grunt from him.

“You’ve got a choice, Seresin. Do you want to come before or after I ride your face?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, woman. Gonna kill me,” he breathed, collapsing back onto the bed. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling for a moment before raising his knees to bracket you. “Wanna come in that hot mouth now.” 

“Good choice,” you smiled before lowering your head to mouth at his balls. Jake’s back bowed off the bed, making you giggle. After kissing his shaft, you sucked on his tip, flicking your tongue under the crown before lowering your head. He was hot and heavy in your mouth when you paused, humming thoughtfully. Jake’s hips lifted involuntarily, forcing himself deeper. 

“You’re doing so well, Mrs. Seresin,” he groaned. “Can you take a little bit more?” Rather than answer, you bobbed your head, breathing through your nose as your throat spasmed and tears sprang to your eyes. You could feel him twitch as you stilled, fighting your gag reflex. “Just like that. Good girl.” When you felt under control, you tapped his thigh, eyes trailing the length of his body to meet his gaze. Cocking an eyebrow, you ensured the hat was tipped back as you hummed again. Jake hesitantly lifted his hips, feeling you swallow around him, lips curving into a smile. Taking that as confirmation, he fucked your mouth, bumping the back of your throat with each pass. Pretty tears glistened on your cheeks as he chased his orgasm, fighting against the restraints when he came down your throat. 

You gagged, struggling to swallow around him. Quickly, you pulled off of him and pressed your hand to your mouth as you swallowed, breathing heavily through your nose. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his hip, not bothering to catch the cowboy hat when it fell to the mattress. “Darlin’?” Jake’s voice was soft, and you tilted your head up to see his concerned look. 

“I’m good,” you assured him after a moment, pushing onto your knees and crawling up his body. But when you leaned down to kiss him, you turned at the last minute to tuck your face into his neck to hide your yawn. His laugh turned frustrated when he tried to hold you and was limited to resting his head against yours.

“Alright, Mama, lemme go, and we can have some dinner and go to bed.” 

“Nooo,” you grumbled, draping yourself over him and pressing your lips to his throat. “Promised you a treat.” 

“Oh, we’re gonna do that once you’ve relaxed a bit. Don’t worry.” Shaking your head, you nipped his earlobe.

“‘M already close,” you purred. Jake groaned when your lips found his. “Please?” He could taste himself on your tongue and moaned, knowing he would probably taste himself between your legs, too. At his nod, you grinned and sat up. He licked his lips as you gripped the headboard, carefully kneeling around his head. “Good?” you asked. 

“So good,” he rasped, eyes fixed on your pussy where he could see his cum mixed with your arousal. When you hesitated, he stretched to flick his tongue along your clit before gently closing his teeth on your lips and tugging. You lowered yourself onto his mouth. Jake tried to pull you down further, growling in frustration when he couldn’t. Gasping, you rolled your hips, feeling your core drag across his mouth. The tip of his tongue delved into you, and he groaned at the taste. His nose bumped your clit as he lifted his head to get closer.  “C’mon, darlin’,” he mumbled. “Let Daddy take care of you.” 

Taking a deep breath, you let your knees slide on the sheets, pressing your pussy to Jake’s face. He sighed against your skin, quickly kissing the length of your slit before running his tongue around your clit. You exhaled shakily, burying your face in your arm. You could already feel the coiled tension low in your stomach, so close to release. Letting go of the headboard, you pinched your nipple, bucking at the rough feeling. Taking advantage of the movement, he thrust his tongue into you, curling before dragging it back to your clit. With one hard suck on your clit, you felt yourself come apart.

You came hard, ears ringing as you clung to the headboard. Jake could only watch, lightly running his tongue across your pussy and admiring the view - the curve of your stomach and heaving breasts, the pretty pink flush on your cheeks, the glazed expression in your eyes when they finally met his own, and your tired smile. “Good, Mama?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You jumped, thighs tensing at the overstimulation. 

“So good,” you echoed back. Carefully, you shimmied down his body and tucked yourself under one of his outstretched arms. When he tilted his head to look at you, you couldn’t help but dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his stubble.

“Gotta undo the cuffs,” he said softly. Groaning, you rolled onto your side and tugged at the velcro wrapped around his wrist. “Good girl,” he said, quickly undoing the second cuff and rubbing at his wrists before rolling towards you. His half-hard cock rested on his thigh as he gathered you in his arms, gently brushing the hair from your face. You blinked up at him and smiled when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna clean us up, and then we’re gonna have some dinner, alright?” 

“‘M not hungry.”

“Too bad. You and Peach are gonna eat something before going to sleep.” You kissed him, trying to keep him in bed when he gently broke your grip and stood, pausing to kiss your stomach before going to the bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth.

You tensed, clutching Jake’s hand as the ultrasound tech shifted the vaginal probe. Amanda’s eyes darted over to you. “You alright, Mrs. Seresin?”

“Yup,” you nodded, chewing your lower lip. You met Jake’s eyes, glaring at the cocky look he gave you. When the doctor’s office had called first thing in the morning to offer a last-minute appointment, you’d jumped at it. They planned to use the probe on your stomach, but Peach wasn’t cooperating, so Amanda switched to the vaginal one. Unfortunately, you were a little tender after yesterday’s activities. A bit of discomfort was worth it for Jake to be at the ultrasound, though. Your original appointment had been scheduled for the day after he flew to North Island. 

“Alright,” Amanda said, turning the screen toward you. “There’s Baby Seresin.” 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth. Peach was a small spot on the screen the last time you'd seen them. This time… this time you could see a clear outline of your baby. 

“You can see baby’s head right here - look at that cute little nose! We’ve got some fingers and see their little mouth moving?”

“Darlin’,” Jake said softly, voice rough with emotion as his hand clenched around yours. “That’s our little girl.”

“Little boy.”

“A house divided, huh?” Amanda chuckled. 

“He’s been adamant that we’re having a girl because he’s an aviator,” you said, brushing the tears from your cheek. “Are you able to tell what they are?”

“I can’t - you’ll be able to get confirmation in a couple weeks, though.” 

“Damn.” Jake thumbed away a tear and cleared his throat. “Kinda hoped that we could find out before I left.” At Amanda’s confused look, he sighed. “I’m deploying tomorrow. So this’ll be the last appointment I’m at.”

“Oh.” The woman’s face fell as she looked between you. “I’m really sorry about that. We’ll take good care of your wife and baby.”

“Thank you.” Amanda nodded.

“I can’t tell you your baby’s gender, but…” she flipped a switch, and a whooshing filled the room. “Alright, baby’s moving and isn’t gonna cooperate again.” You rolled your lips together when the probe moved and then froze at the thumping sound. “That’s baby’s heartbeat. Gonna take some measurements and… sounds nice and strong.” 

Jake grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pointing it at the screen to record the image and sound. “Wow,” you breathed, inhaling sharply when he brushed his lips against your clasped fingers. 

“I’m gonna take a couple of pictures for the doc, and then we’ll get more for you. If your little one cooperates.”

Your nails dug into his hand as the probe moved, but the discomfort was worth it to see the adoration in your husband’s eyes as he stared at your baby. To make sure that he had this moment. 

“I’ll see you in two days,” Jake said, holding you tightly. 

“Friday night, 8:07PM,” you confirmed. 

“I’ll be there.” Clearing your throat, you pasted on a watery smile and tipped your head back. Standing on your toes, you brushed your lips against Jake’s 

“You better be, Daddy. Otherwise, Peach and I are gonna be really mad at you.” 

“Can’t have that.” In the privacy of your office, he dropped to his knee and kissed your stomach. “Be good for mama, Peach.” You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging.

“It’s time to go, babe.” Groaning, he gripped your hips, pressing his forehead to your stomach. With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet and took your hand. His duffle was by the door, and he grabbed the handle while you took his flight bag. The duffle wheels seemed loud in the Bounty Hunter’s hanger as you made your way to the flight line.

A group stood by the Vigilantes hanger - a few of Jake’s coworkers and the Daggers. While your husband made the rounds to say his goodbyes, Javy dropped an arm over your shoulders and tugged you close. “You okay?” he asked.

“This is the easy part,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek when tears sprang to your eyes. 

“None of this is easy,” Javy sighed. 

“Stop being sweet, or I’m going to cry, and that’ll upset Jake.”

“Fine. Should I tell you about my dream where I came over to meet the baby, and it was a squid?” 

“What?” 

“Yeah. But not a real squid, a cartoon squid. And it was blue. So I think that was my subconscious telling me that you’re having a boy who's gonna join the Navy.” 

“Because of a blue squid.” He smiled when you laughed, quickly brushing away a tear. 

“What’s so funny?” your husband asked.

“Blue squids,” Javy shrugged. Jake raised an eyebrow, looking between you two. 

“Javy’s team boy,” you said. 

“Javy’s wrong.”

“Do we have a pool going?” Payback grinned, drifting over as the crowd thinned. 

“For what?” Phoenix asked. 

“If they’re having a boy or a girl,” Javy replied.

“Oh. Girl,” Phoenix shrugged.

“Thank you,” Jake grinned.

“It’s a boy,” you huffed. 

“If Mom says it’s a boy, it’s a boy,” Payback said.

“Thank you!” 

“So it’s Hangman and Phoenix saying it’s a girl, and Payback, me, and Mom saying it’s a boy. Bob?” Javy asked.

Bob shrugged. “Navy men have daughters.” 

After some good-natured teasing, the Daggers took Jake’s duffle and went to load it into his jet’s travel pod. “Alright, guess it’s time,” Jake sighed. 

“It’s two days,” you said, forcing your tone to be light. “Remember, we’re not sweating the small separations.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss you, lightly stroking your stomach. 

“I’ll see you in San Diego.” 

“I’ll see you there. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” When he didn’t move, you shook your head. 

“You gotta go, or you’ll be late.” Jake sighed, kissing your forehead. “Fly safe.”

The Daggers stood beside you as you watched Jake taxi down the flight line. As his F-18 screamed into the sky, you cradled your stomach and blinked back tears. 

It was only two days. 

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Author's Note: I promised you hot, married people sex. Hopefully this delivered. Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for the input and encouragement in writing this chapter!

Unfortunately, Jake's only one short week out from deploying. But at least he got to see Baby Seresin before he left! And he made sure that he documented things from home that he would miss - both of Mama and Baby.

Read Chapter 15

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[breezeoow]

Seventeen as a song by wave to earth ~

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

1. Scoups as nouvelle vague

Will my footsteps stop by the time I'm out of breath?

The place to go back is fogged up now

If we go forward, would there be something to see?

I really have no expectations, yeah

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2. Jeonghan as dried flower

There's no way back

We're lost in this room

Those scenes of you

It's all blurred out

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

3. Joshua as peach eyes

Peach eyes and blue skies, I'll be with you on your ride

It's on the moonlight, how many songs I write

You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely

On you, peach eyes?

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

4. Jun as bonfire

What color is my sky painted?

What color is your emotion?

Close your eyes slowly and feel the wind

The bonfire is fading out

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

5. Hoshi as bad

When I went to the park

I recognized you at a glance

Face to face, we smiled

And I finally held your hands

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

6. Wonwoo as love.

My small heart

Like small waves inside

Break and push towards you

Melting and falling away

And only then can I see my eternity

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

7. Woozi as calla

Calla, someone said that your time will be over soon

But Calla, you can always grow back

If you don't have enough sunlight

I'll blow the clouds away, Calla

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

8. The8 as ocean floor

My figure is turning vague

'Cause I am in the dark

Oh, am I in the dark?

Feels like I am just out of reach

Could you hold my hands?

Oh, where did you go?

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

9. Mingyu as evening glow

If I feel broken, you will find me

Those useless words were falling apart on me

I'm struggling in my world

I might be full of flaws

But you will crave my heart

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

10. DK as pink

Here, everyone is free

Hearts spreading, flying freely like the blue sky

Though my steps may be heavy

I ran through the grass fields until my shoes wore out

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆��

11. Seungkwan as light

There is a light not far away from us, from us

The light will shine with the clouds

We're gonna fly up into the blue sky, So slowly

And we held the moon in our arms

You always had me, You're always shining

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

12. Vernon as homesick

Will you please take me home?

A flightless feather,

My freezing breath, frozen memories

Fearless behavior

It doesn't exist in me anymore

𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡˚ ◌𓈒𖡼𓂃⋆｡

13. Dino as wave

Oh, we will wither someday

It has no scent, it has no warmth

Oh, we'll be forgotten someday

But with that wave, it will be remembered forever

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14. Seventeen as daisy

Oh, daisy

It's my happiness to run into you

Life always goes on and on

But I'll live with you forever

So, be my daisy

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[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 20

Hello, darlings! I hope that cliffhanger didn't leave you hanging for too long.

As promised two villains get vanquished and Wayne is bestest. As always.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. Eddie cursed over and over again. He just needed to take a quick piss. He was supposed to just be in and out, but nope.

Motherfucking Seth Davies cornered him in the stall.

“There you are, pretty boy,” Seth purred. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He stroked Eddie’s cheek, but when Eddie flinched away, Seth grabbed his face roughly. “I told you, you are mine. No one else’s.”

Eddie pushed him, but he barely even budged. “Get out of here. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

Seth chuckled darkly. “You see that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” he sneered, pressing their bodies together. “You see this club is exactly five hundred feet from Nightmare Holes. I’ve been coming here for longer than that usurper has.”

Eddie felt a cold sense of dread shudder down his spine. Shit.

“Imagine my surprise when you showed up with the usurper and the little bird with all your little bandmates,” Seth continued. “I knew it was a sign that you were meant to be mine again.”

Eddie tried to push him again. “I’m not anyone’s. I’m not even seeing anyone right now.”

As much as it hurt to say that, it was true. Steve and he hadn’t even gone out on a date yet. Mostly they had hung out, usually with other people there or they were at his tattoo parlor working on the tattoo.

“And it’s going to stay that way, won’t it, peach?” Seth growled.

“Eddie?” Steve called out.

Eddie went to call out, but Seth put his hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Eddie?” Steve called again.

Eddie bit down on Seth’s hand causing him to scream, but he didn’t budge from Eddie’s mouth.

Steve’s eyes narrowed at the stall the cry had come from.

“Hey, just me and the boyfriend having a little fun,” Seth called out. “So if you could give us a minute.”

The door opened and closed and Eddie closed his eyes, tears falling. He couldn’t believe Steve had fallen for that.

Suddenly the door to stall banged down to the ground without its hinges and then was slammed aside. Seth was being pulled off of him and thrown into the basin of the sink.

“What the fuck?” Seth growled, abruptly face to face to the avenging fury of Steve Harrington.

“I told you at Hop’s,” Steve growled, “that you picked the wrong man to target.”

Seth scoffed. “I didn’t think some skinny ass prep could take me.”

Steve shook his head. “I meant Eddie. I would anything to protect him and you are so going to regret this.”

Seth took a swing at Steve, who side stepped it easily. Eddie got out of the stall and came to stand next to Steve.

“I don’t work out as much as I used to,” Steve said, with a raised eyebrow, “now that I’ve been running a tattoo shop full time, but I do enough to keep in shape.”

Steve loosened his shoulders and took a proper swing at Seth. He aimed straight for the guy’s nose. He smirked when he heard the crack.

“The fuck?” Seth screamed. “I think you broke my nose, you fucker!”

“I’m only going to tell you one more time,” Steve warned. “Either get the fuck out or get your ass kicked. Your choice.”

Seth spat out blood from his mouth. “If I can’t have him, no one can.” He pulled out a knife and lunged at Eddie.

Steve grabbed Seth’s extended wrist and twisted it hard. The knife dropped to the ground and Seth tripped over his own feet. He clutched his wrist, screaming as Steve kicked the knife behind him out of reach.

Seth got back to his feet, blood staining the white suit.

“Let it go, man,” Eddie pleaded. “Just walk away and move on with your life.”

“You think he’s going to be any better?” Seth sneered. “It’s all you’re good for slut. To spread your legs for the first pretty boy to bat his eyelashes at you. You deserve to be beaten into submission, because submission is all you’re good for.”

CRACK!

Suddenly Seth was on the floor cradling his jaw.

Steve looked over at Eddie appreciatively. “Wow, baby. That was a good hit.”

Eddie shook his hand. “Fuck, that’s going to sting like a bitch later.”

Seth stared up at Eddie as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Steve gently took his hand. “Let’s go to the bar and get them to call the police and get ice for both our hands.”

Eddie smiled up at Steve. “Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

Seth just continued to stare as if his whole world had been yanked out from under him.

“Actually,” Gareth said from the doorway. “I’ve been on with the police this whole time and I filmed it.”

Eddie and Steve turned slowly to see Gareth standing there, his phone in his hands and cheeky grin on his face.

Seth scrambled to stand up, but it was too late. There was knocking on the door with a gruff voice saying it was the police and to open up.

All three of them gave their statements while Seth tried to lie through his teeth that Eddie had sought him out and cornered him in the bathroom. Gareth just calmly showed the officer the video and one glare from the officer shut Seth up for good.

Gareth then pointed to the knife in the corner of the room. “And you can keep the cell phone, boys. I’m due for an upgrade anyway.”

It took barely a half hour and then they were back out with their friends with a story to tell. And ice for both Steve and Eddie’s hands, of course.

*

Wayne stayed another week to make sure that the DA didn’t do something stupid again. Thankfully, an election had happened since then and a new DA was in there. One that wasn’t so soft on domestic abuse, assault, and attempted murder then the last one was.

And with the video there was no doubt Seth was guilty of all of the above. Plus the judge ruled that the earlier case could be used in court as a pattern of behavior. When Seth’s lawyer got the word about that and that the video wouldn’t be thrown out, he caved.

Seth was forced to plead guilty to all charges and would go away for ten years without the possibility of parole. When faced with the alternative of going to jail for at least twenty years on the attempted murder charge alone, he took the deal.

This is time Eddie was informed of the deal and agreed as long as the cops actually enforced the protection order this time.

As Wayne was getting ready to go back to Hawkins, he stopped by Royal Pain to say goodbye to Steve.

“Steve! Your future uncle-in-law is here!!!” Robin called out.

Steve came running out of the back where he was watching Argyle and Chrissy tattoo the same picture to see who could copy the style the easiest.

“Robin!” he hissed at her as came up to Wayne. “Sorry about her. She’s been calling for wedding bells since day one.”

Wayne chuckled. “That’s alright. But have you got a few minutes. I’d like to take you out to lunch.”

Steve turned to Robin. “When is my next appointment?”

She pulled up the schedule on the computer. “You have a little over an hour.”

He turned back to Wayne. “Is there some place you had in mind or are you up for suggestions?”

Wayne grinned. “Whacha got?”

Steve laughed. “Oh so many...”

*

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of my boy,” Wayne said once they had ordered at a good sandwich place and were waiting for their food.

Steve blushed. “I’m just grateful I got to him before Seth did any real damage.”

Wayne scoffed. “I think he did plenty.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a hold of this water glass and rubbing the condensation off with his thumb. “Without a doubt, but he threatened to kill Eddie and who knows what his full plan was.” He fought off the shiver that went down his spine at the thought. “I think Eddie will recover from this, not so much if Seth had actually done something.”

Wayne nodded. “I get what you’re saying now. You’re right. So count me as even more grateful than before.”

He rubbed the scruff on hsi chin thoughtfully. “Why didn’t you try and break down the stall door?”

Steve’s head jerked up in surprised. “The hinges were on the outside because it opened toward the sinks instead of inward. Trying to bust it down would have only made things worse.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “So you just what? Removed the screws?”

Steve blushed, ducking his head. “Something like that, yeah.”

“I know you two are going slow,” he said, “and I appreciate you letting him go his own speed, but boy, you’ve got to kiss him!”

Steve sputtered. “What now?”

“Look,” Wayne said, leaning forward on the table, “I love my nephew with all my heart, but that boy has a tendency to get lost in his head. And don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing that necklace.”

Steve rubbed the pick around his neck fondly. “I know what it means, him giving this to me. He told me. Not right away, but I know that he gave it to me because he feels the same way about me that I do about him.”

“You in love with Eddie, son?” Wayne asked gently.

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I really do. But I’m okay going this speed because he’s not the only with hang ups. I had a really bad relationship a few years back that is still effecting everything I do when it comes to relationships. I had a bad tattooing experience where someone tried to sue me and that left me in pieces, too.”

Wayne nodded back. “All right, I can’t say I understand, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and I’ve said my piece.” He held up his hands in surrender.

They chatted amicably about their favorite sports teams and Eddie as they ate their lunch.

Wayne paid and they walked out on to the pavement. Wayne called Eddie to pick him up and they continued to chat while they waited.

“Oh come...” Steve said, “you can’t believe they have the team to win it this yea–”

He was spun around and was face to face with the last person on earth he ever expected to see. And really at this point after his dad in his shop, Nancy at the grocery store, and Seth at Hop’s, he really, really should learn by now that the world loves to torment him.

“You absolute fucker!” the man snarled. “How dare you just walk around town like you didn’t ruin my life!”

Wayne immediately got between them. “There is no reason to go around harassing people on the street regardless of what they’ve done.”

The man looked Wayne up and down and scoffed, ignoring him. “I can’t get it covered! I can’t even get it removed because it covers too much of my back! You did this to me, you asshole!”

The man raised his fist to hit Steve, but someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around only to be punched in the nose.

“The fuck!” he screamed.

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Hey-ya, Eds!” he greeted warmly.

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “You always did have perfect timing, boy.”

“Everyone meet Quinn Colburn,” Steve said dryly. “the asshole who kept trying to sue me over a tattoo I did for him. The one the courts kept denying over and over again.”

Eddie grinned. “Ooh...can I hit him again, then?”

Wayne and Steve laughed as Quinn stood there holding his nose.

Quinn spotted Eddie’s tattoos. “I hope you don’t go to this asshole for your tattoos, he’ll fuck up your life.”

Eddie laughed. “Too late, man. I love them!” He pulled off his shirt right there on the street. He tapped his chest. “This was the first one he did for me and I fell in love with his style.”

Quinn’s eyes bulged out his head. “But that’s a small one! He does shit at large tattoos. I even heard that he won’t do them anymore. I wish he had decided to do that before he fucked up mine!”

Eddie turned around slowly. The sword was done, complete with the words scratched out, and most of the right wing was done. “He’s not done yet, but god, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me after this. He’s my only tattoo artist from now on.”

But that one served to make Quinn angrier. “So what? You can do your friends’ tattoos just fine, but when it comes to strangers, you can’t be assed to do it right?”

“Show them,” Steve bit out. “Go ahead. You think it’s shit, but I never did. Go ahead, show them!”

Quinn turned around and showed Eddie and Wayne his tattoo.

“Wow, babe,” Eddie marveled. “It’s a bit anime, but holy shit that’s wicked cool.”

“You drew that, Stevie?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“You are very talented man,” Wayne said, with a smile.

Quinn whirled around to face them. “You’re all morons if you think that was good.”

Eddie and Wayne looked at each and shrugged.

“You had your chance to stop him at anytime and didn’t,” Eddie pointed out. “That’s no one’s fault but yours. You can either continue to be bitter or you can move on with your life knowing you have a kick ass tattoo from a kick ass artist. Up to you, man.”

Quinn threw his arms up in the air and stalked off.

Steve turned to Eddie with absolute heart-eyes. “I know it’s not even the same realm as what happened last week, but that’s the second time you’ve come to my rescue. Thank you.”

Eddie blushed. “I couldn’t stand there and let that man continue to harass you.”

“God I love you,” Steve breathed. His eyes went wide when he realized what he’d said.

Eddie grinned. “Right back atcha, big boy.”

Steve blushed a deep red. Eddie grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but Wayne had to clear his throat a few times to get their attention.

“As happy as I am for you both,” he said with a fond, lop-sided smile, “it is summer out here, and I would really, really like to get out of the heat before I become Kentucky Fried Wayne, please.”

Steve laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the shop?” he whispered into Eddie’s space.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be there.”

Steve watched as Eddie and Wayne walked to Eddie’s van, a goofy grin on his face.

***

Steve mimed for Gareth to go for help when he opened and closed the door to the bathroom and didn't realize that Gareth had called the police and started filming.

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[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 14 : without you

Wukong has a rough time without Mac

Sun Wukong was tossing and turning inside of his sheets, pearls of sweat clinging to his fur like starving flees. The night wasn't young, the moon was already falling out of its throne, a dimming light that tenderly veiled the earth. He wasn't asleep, nor was he awake. He was in the in-between, in the frontière of irreality and reality, an indecisive state that was neither restful, nor peaceful. 

He could hear the whispers of the witch echoing inside of his ears, her words never leaving him even after her death, only kept at bay by the warm hold of the warrior. Her breath was freezing, cruel words etched on his very heart. Promises of pain, but also of rest, of everything he feared and longed for at the same time. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel her fingers grazing his fur, her breath nipping at the shell of his ears. Not seeing in front of him gave room for his mind to conjure up her face, to imagine her ghost hovering above him. 

It wasn't always this intense, the first few nights without Macaque weren't the best, but they weren't horrible by any means. The feeling of the other was still very present, enough to calm his fretting mind. But as the days passed, as the scent of his moon disappeared from his couch, her image came more and more often, until he couldn't let himself fall asleep, afraid to fall prey to her clutches. 

He knew she wasn't there, that she was lost to oblivion, that she ceased to roam this world. But the fear lingered, it was in the quietest nights, the darkest of all, that he cowered the most, feeling scared without the light of the day. As shameful as it was, he began to leave a few nightlights, chasing the dark away, candles littered his bedroom, leaving no places for shadows. But even then, he was still afraid. 

People always said you only really missed something when you lost it, and they were right. He always appreciated the care his moon showered him in these last weeks, but never realized how much he needed it until he found himself alone in the heart of the night. He thought he was entirely healed, unwounded by the possession, he fooled himself, not willing to see the wounds etched on his mind. 

The great sage sighed, he left his sheets and dragged himself out of his nest. He took a single strand of hair and created a clone, then he went on the couch and curled on himself. The clone wordlessly went to hug him, magic-created arms circling him like his moon did before. Sun Wukong closed his eyes, imagining Macaque in the place of the clone, trying to fool his senses, and somewhat failing at it considering the warrior's scent was too faint. He smothered the chirps falling out of his lips in the clone’s chest, not willing to be this weak. He had the sudden urge to run out of his shack and call for the ebony monkey, searching for him in the dead of the night, but he repressed it. 

Macaque didn't want to see him. He made that very clear this last week, leaving not a single trace of him for the sage, hiding from him. It was almost as if the warrior was a ghost roaming his mountain, he would find footprints, sometimes places with his scent, or some strand of his fur, but he never found him. 

Sun Wukong didn't sleep tonight yet again, when dawn came, slipping through the windows, he let out a relieved sigh, happy that this hellish time was over. He made the clone disappear with a flick of wrist and left the couch, weekly nibbling on lingering peaches, the sweetness chasing away the bitterness of his night. 

The kid was going to come in the late morning, he couldn't look so disheveled, he didn't want to worry him. The great sage locked himself in his bathroom and looked at the reflection dancing in the mirror. He looked rough, eyes circled by a deep black, fur all over the place, glamours slipping here and there, revealing scars and white strands he usually kept hidden. The King frowned, not liking to see something so pitiful. He took a deep breath and dived in the gaze of his reflection. 

"Come on, get a hold of yourself." Muttered the sage, trying to stop his hands from shaking, scarred by another night cowering. "You've dealt with all your problems alone till now, it's not one week with someone that'll change that." The golden monkey tried to reign in his feelings, to chase away his fear and the memory of her. But it was no use, each time he closed his eyes, flashes of her cruel smile passed through his mind. The King cursed, and tried again to empty his head, to pretend that those cowering nights never existed. His hands didn't stop shaking, when he opened his eyes again, the only thing he saw was his pitiful reflection. Sun Wukong growled, in a fit of rage he punched the mirror, shattering his image. Cracks spread through the glass, scarring the tired face of his reflection, some shards fell in the sink, others nipped at his flesh, drawing blood. "Fuck." 

Sun Wukong picked up the shards, not caring about the state of his hand, and threw it in a nearby trash can. 

"I need a shower." Sighed the sage, he undressed himself, his scarred hand already healing itself, something as pathetic as glass not strong enough to wound him for life. He sat in his bathtub and drowned himself in warm water, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of her, the ghost of her breath grazing his skin. 

Once showered, he reapplied his glamors with a flick of hand, hiding any knots and imperfections behind well-crafted illusion, returning to his perfect, heroish self. He returned to the couch, trying to tell himself he didn't spend a lot more time on it because of Macaque's ghostly memory. He drowned his mind with silly shows, dutifully avoiding Monkey King : the animated series, and waited until his kid showed up. 

Some of his subjects came to him, voicing some worries about his tendency to stay inside these last days. They had been overjoyed when they learnt of his awakening, drowning him in coos and pets, but their joy was short-lived, replaced by worry the second they saw past his crumbling front. They brought the freshest fruits, organized the longest, warmest groomings and tried to sleep with him at night, to invite him into their nest. But as sweet as they were, their touch could only soothe one part of his heart. Moreover, Sun Wukong didn't want them to see him cowering at night. Even if he loved them dearly, he was still their King, he couldn't let himself be weak in front of them. 

MK arrived at the promised hour, and the King left all his somber musing behind, greeting his mentee with a blinding smile. 

"Monkey King!! How are you doing? Everything alright? You should really see a doctor! Maybe I should bring you to Red Son and-" 

"Hey, hey, bud."Chuckled the sage, he caught himself before he could ruffle the kid's hair, still hesitant to touch him, still thinking he hurt him in one way or another in his feral state (he noticed the kid was wearing long leaves around him, something he never did before). "I'm okay. I'm the Monkey King, remember ? Invincible and all!"

"But still…"

"Really, I'm fine! Anyway, it's been a long time since our last training, you're up to it?" MK lightened up like a thousand stars, he almost jumped on site. 

"But are you sure?"

"Totally! Besides I need to exercise a bit, all those belly scratches made me soft."

MK snickered at that, and left outside with a skip in his step. Sun Wukong opted for a light training, some basic footwork that wouldn't tire the kid out. He didn't want to do any spar for now, scared of the way MK flinched the last time he approached him, but also scared that his mentee would notice his lack of sleep. Sun Wukong did the exercises with the kid this time, instead of looking down at him from his cloud like he did before LBD. MK seemed much more receptive to his teaching when the sage was sweating with him, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel bad for the way he treated his mentee before. 

He never thought he would learn from the kid, but yet here he was, changing his eons-old ways because of a mortal. Life was truly unpredictable, he should have known that with how much he lived, and yet he was still surprised. 

They took a break after a few hours, lazing in the soft sun-drenched grass beside the shack, veiled by a comfortable silence. 

"Are you really fine?" Suddenly asked the kid, Sun Wukong turned towards him, his heart nipped by guilt. 

"I'm…" he repressed the “I'm fine” wanting to burn his lips and replied : "I manage."

"…Do you miss Macaque?" This was a loaded question, and Sun Wukong wasn't ready to be this upfront, especially since his feelings were a mess. 

"Hm… I do wonder what he's doing but… well…"

"I don't think he's fine." Sighed the kid, the sage straightened at that. 

"Why do you think so?" 

"He's been really gloomy."

"You talk to him?" Tentatively asked the King, trying to look disinterested, and failing at it. 

"Yeah, I visit him when I come here. He usually finds me first." The King immediately smothered the jealous pang tearing his heart, this wasn't the moment for petty feelings. 

"Oh… He likes it on the mountain ? Because, you know, I'm the King here and all so…I wanna know." 

"Well, I do think he's happy to be here. But I think he struggles with believing he's welcomed here, trust issues and all, he has a lot of those." Grumbled MK. 

"Hm, so he's not…sick or something ? Or need magic ?" 

"How do you…" MK cut himself with an award cough. "Right…Well, I can't tell you the details, because it's Macaque personal life, but… I'm kinda worried… I’m keeping an eye on him."

"Yeah, you do that. Tell me if he's unwell." MK looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and an impish smile. 

"Oh? You care about him?"

"Wha–pfff, me ? Nah, I just… you know he's technically a monkey, and I'm the Monkey King sooo, he's like my responsibility."

"Huh, you're really not convincing."

"Whatever you're imagining in this silly head of yours, it's wrong." Huffed the sage as he crossed his arms. 

"Yeah, because you totally didn't lie about your health to spend time with him." Sun Wukong stuttered, cheeks flaming, he looked at his mentee with an outraged face. 

"This was totally different!"

"Never thought you'd be this much in denial." Snickered MK like a little menace. 

"I'm not– it's a complicated situation."

"Yeaaah, I'm gonna believe that for your sake." Chuckled the boy with a silly smile. 

"What is this, “bully your mentor” day?" 

"More like a “training”day! Come on, Monkey King!" Cheered the boy as he sprang on his feet, Sun Wukong sighed and followed after him with a soft smile. 

"Hey, be more considerate of my old bones." Playfully groaned the sage as he stretched his arms. 

"Come on! I can give you belly scratches after if you want, except if you only like Macaque's one." Snickered the boy. 

"You little–" Spluttered the King as he chased after the giggling kid. 

When the kid left, the sage didn't feel like returning inside. The weather was nice, and the soft burn of his muscles felt good, for once he wasn't wallowing in raging feelings. He left the water-curtain cave and took a stroll, whistling lightly and greeting the monkeys he saw on his way. Sometimes, he wandered off his way, tempted by the residual scent of his moon, but he always shook it off, not wanting to lose himself. He could see traces of Macaque, and while it soothed something, it also burned. 

The sage sat on a cliff and watched the sun fall, he didn't try to sleep that night, knowing it would be useless. The dark was as terrifying as always, her memory returning the second the sun disappeared. But the stars littering the sky above him were comforting. Sun Wukong laid back, eyes lost in the sky, and breathed in the night. He was still scared, still unwell, but he felt slightly better than the night before. And maybe that was all that truly mattered. 

The next few days passed quickly, peaceful and tiring at the same time. Some nights were rougher than others, sometimes he cried till his voice broke, sometimes he just let his thoughts glide over him, observing them without being pulled by their rage. 

In one particularly rough night, he bolted out of his house, feeling too smothered inside of his own walls. He ran outside, trying to chase away his memories, the feeling of her ice, the sounds of her lies, the scent of her magic. Other memories merged with her image, times of pain. Her whispers merged with the taste of liquid iron, the feeling of her ice merging with the furnace’s fire. Everything was a blur of pain, he felt overwhelmed.

He unconsciously followed the scent of the warrior, and laid in a warm patch of grass shaped like him, under a towering tree, probably the place Macaque napped a few hours ago. He curled on himself, trying to hide his stuttering breath, trying to merge with the shape of the warrior printed on the grass. He felt ashamed to be reduced to this, he thought everything was going well, but everytime he succeeded in chasing away his fear, it came back with a vengeance. 

Why was he even trying to feel better at this point ? What was the point of trying to be better if he will always fall prey to his inner demons ? 

"Get a hold of yourself, Wukong, this is pathetic." Grumbled the sage, tiring of his own self. 

He stilled when he heard a very familiar step in his back. The sage slowly rose, heart hammering, and his breath stuttered when he saw who was standing behind him. 

Macaque wasn't looking at him, tail tied on his leg, scowl ever so present, he approached him and sat a few meters away. Close enough to be heard, but far enough to not be touched. Sun Wukong didn't know what to do, the mere sight of the other was messing with his heart, longing and anger beating in tandem inside of him. 

"I…what are you doing here?" Muttered the sage, he immediately belittled himself, this was a stupid thing to say. 

"The kid is organizing a recovery party. He wanted me to tell you." Whispered the macaque, his arms were tightly crossed in front of his chest, as he was protecting something from being seen, his heart, perhaps.

"Oh." Sun Wukong couldn't keep his disappointment out of his voice. "You… I see. You want me to leave? I mean it's your spot and… I’m gonna leave." Awkwardly sighed the sage. 

"Wait!" Squeaked the warrior, Sun Wukong immediately stilled, halting himself and sitting properly. Macaque sighed and put a hand on his face. "I… I wanna talk."

"Okay." Muttered the sage. "About what?" 

"Are you serious? What do tout think I wanna talk about?" Grumbled the macaque. 

"There is a lot to talk about with us."

"I wanna talk about the recents events." Sighed the warrior. 

"Okay."

"… I'm angry you lied, I feel used and I have…trouble…believing you did it for any other reason than to make fun of me."

"I didn't… I didn't do it because I wanted to make fun of you. It's just… I needed it, I still do."

"I know, but it's hard to believe that. It's also hard to believe you want me here." Admitted the warrior as he looked down. 

"I…I do want you here…" the macaque tightened his hold on himself. "Did you come here just to tell me that?" 

"I–no, but it's…why is this so hard?" 

"Feelings suck." Macaque snorted at that and Sun Wukong brightened up. 

"Yeah. This is kinda stupid. I'm stupid."

"I… you're not stupid, I'm glad you came to me. Those last nights were… challenging." Admitted the King as he held himself, his tail twitching nervously in his back. 

"What you missed me?" Scoffed the warrior, but his scorn quickly disappeared when he faced silence. "Oh… you're… you're okay?" 

"I'm… sometimes I just still wish I kept lying, it was easier." Whispered the sage, curled up on himself as he watched the stars glimmer.

"Hm, yeah, it was easier." Sun Wukong quickly turned towards the warrior. Because those words meant that some part of Macaque was missing what they had, it meant that maybe he could convince him to do it again, it meant that maybe he could keep her memory at bay. 

" I… you wanna keep pretending then?" 

"What?" Scoffed the warrior, voice rising. 

"I-I… It wouldn't be like last time." Rushed the sage, trying to appease him. "I…just for the night. If it's easier for you, I can be a mindless beast, just for the night, as long as you're with me." 

"Are you even hearing yourself?" Muttered the warrior. 

"I… I can give you magic if you need it-" 

"I didn't come here to beg!" 

"I know but what can I do then!" Snapped the King, voice wavering. "Sorry… It’s just… I know you're living here, and I'm glad about it, but you're not letting me see you at all. It's almost as if you're not here."

"I need space, Wukong."

"I know, and I want to give you space, but I… I feel so bad it's… I just wish you held me."

"I can't do that. I can't lie with you, it's only gonna hurt us." Sighed the Macaque, gaze stubbornly avoiding him. Sun Wukong felt something inside of him break, he repressed the whines wanting to pass through his lips, he kept the hand wanting to reach for the warrior at his side, and laughed, sadly. 

"Yeah I… what was I thinking? Sorry, forget that. I mean it's not like you even missed me."

"It's not-"

"I'm gonna leave." Blurted Sun Wukong, tears nipping at his eyes. "Thank you for coming to talk, I appreciated it. Good night." But Macaque held him back before he could flee, leaping towards him and tightly gripping his wrist. 

"Just listen to me, you idiot." Sun Wukong sat back, now awfully close to the other. "I… I can't lie with you, because it'll only hurt us both. But it doesn't mean I didn't…miss you or whatever, I enjoyed those days too."

"Oh…" Muttered the sage, cheeks slowly becoming more and more red. 

"I know you're hurting."

"I'm not hurting that much-" but he cut himself when he saw the unimpressed gaze of the other.

"I know you're hurting, but I can't… I need time to process some things, okay?" 

"Okay…why are you even caring about me?" Awkwardly chuckled the sage, flushing the second the words passed his lips. 

"I'm just tired of fighting. I don't know if we can salvage something, our relationship is pretty messed up, I really don't know, so I'm just gonna do what I want."

"Hm, so I can do what I want too ?"

"As long as you don't push me to do things I don't want to."

"Okay. Can I give you magic then?"

"Wukong…"

"I'm just worried, okay. Might come as a shock to you, but I kinda care. I don't know your situation but last time you didn't have magic you weren't well."

"… I really don't want you to pity me." Sighed the macaque. 

"It's not pity, it's care. Just a bit. Indulge me a bit more tonight, please."

"Okay… "Sun Wukong tried to repress the smile blooming on his lips, he carefully took the other hand and brought it to his forehead, eagerly giving bits of his magic. Macaque quietly sighed, he took back his hand after a few seconds, perhaps not liking to be this vulnerable. "I didn't come here for that."

"I know." Chuckled the sage. 

"You're a handful." Snorted the warrior, he hesitantly took off his scarf and carefully warped it around the sage. Sun Wukong sucked in a breath, heart beating wildly. "I can't be with you tonight, I need alone time to think, I think we both do, so just hold on to this." The King dumbly nodded, shocked by the gesture, not thinking for a moment that Macaque would ever part from his beloved scarf. "I… I'll be at the recovery party." 

"So I can see you again?" Carefully asked the sage. 

"In theory."

"That's enough for me."

"‘kay." Mumbled the warrior, he rose, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, avoiding any prolonged glance. "Night Wukong."

"Night Macaque."

Macaque nodded at him, he turned around and left with soft sounding steps. The sage watched him until his silhouette disappeared in the night, he then laid back in the grass and tightly grasped the scarf warped around his neck, losing himself in the ebony monkey's scent. 

For the first time in a few weeks, he slept well. 

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Puzzle Peaches

By Sally Vinter & Auroblaze

An Anthology of 16 comics (plus extras - 59 pages of content) based on Puzzleshipping, Peachshipping, and a little bit of Encourageshipping. Follow Yugi as he discovers his bisexuality, falls in love with his closest and oldest friends, and stumbles through the resulting fallout with comedic results!

Rated T | for sexual themes and situations (nothing graphic)

Purchase on GUMROAD or KO-FI

Drawn to Life

by Auroblaze & Sally Vinter

Given the choice, Atem chose to live life with his Partner and friends. This Puzzleshipping Anthology contains 14 comics (2 Full Colour, 12 Ink/Greyscale) of a slice of the lives they make together.

Rated M | for sexual themes and situations (nothing graphic)

Purchase on GUMROAD or KO-FI

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Noticed that people still pick these up (Thank you so much!! ToT ) so I thought I'd consolidate the two into a single post so people can more easily find them here on tumblr.

All sales are split between @auroblaze and myself. Even all these years later, we much appreciate our readers, both old and new! Thank you for enjoying our work!

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Prompts 10 and 14 with reader and Dick Grayson please

Brotherly Love

Short story

Warnings: None.

Is this similar to (THIS POST!)? Yes.

Is it still cute? Yes.

Series Masterlist

~☆~

Dick had been staying at the Manor, it was nice. Usually, he was away in Blüdhaven, where he lived.

His presence brung a new vibe to the house. You could especially notice this when the bass of a pop song was traveling through every crevice of the residence. You had lost count of how many times the song he was listening to would loop. But the clock in your wall had told you how long it's been happening. The scarce knowledge of music that you have and the repetitive use of certain words had urged you to open up your phone and use the search engine.

"I'm bringin' sexy back

You motherfuckers watch how I attack"

SexyBack!

By...Justin Timberlake?

Now you had a name for the song that's stuck its self to your brain like glue.(and apparently Dicks)

You quickly hopped out of bed and into the hallway, using your muscle memory to take you to a certain brother of yours room.

You knocked loudly. "Dick!"

No response.

"Richard!" You yelled, banging on his door.

No response.

The vibrations from the music were much more noticeable as you stood in front of his door. You could feel every change in the bass as you grabbed the door handle. Slowly, you cracked open the door, hoping that you don't see anything that you don't want to. Thankfully, Dick was just sitting on his bed. You fully opened the door, causing him to look up and reach for his phone, finally turning down the song that has been playing on repeat.

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you're okay. You've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour." You revealed. You watched as an overjoyed smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"You know Justin?" He asked.

"No, I have never met Justin."

Dick let an abrupt shout of laughter fall from his lips. He leaned forward as all of the air left his body.

"Anyway, I'm going to see an old friend." He stated, standing up and showing off his outfit. "Do I look good?"

You let a smile curl on your lips. "No."

"Very funny." He whispered, rolling his eyes at you.

~☆~

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[douqi7s]

Baihe novels I read in 2023, in order of when I read them:

Miss Forensics by Jiu Nuan Chun Shen. Contemporary thriller featuring a push-pull romance between a forensic pathologist and a police detective. Big action scenes, big emotional set-pieces, big emotions.

Distance by Mi Nao Nao. Contemporary romance billed as 'woman who has broken a thousand hearts vs woman who has never lost her heart'. I found it underwritten and lacking in structure, but lots of people seem to like it.

The Collapsing Palace by Ming Ye. Historical palace harem novel. A wilful noblewoman marries her cousin, the crown prince, so she can get close to his mother/her aunt the empress, whom she's been crushing on since forever. And she's not even the most toxic / messed up main character in this novel.

Life is Like a Dream by Qing Xiang. A short novel set in the Yue opera scene during the Republican Era. Small-scale, elegantly understated, makes highly effective of use of the author's detailed knowledge of opera and the opera scene.

Suffocation by Hua Qiong Ran. One of those 'toxic lesbians' contemporary thrillers, featuring the protagonist being repeatedly stalked and imprisoned by her own wife. Amped up the depravity too quickly to be wholly effective.

Zebra Crossing by Yi Bai Shou. Early baihe novel featuring a romance between a CEO and police detective, a mixture of thriller and romance. Strong beginning with appealing characters, somewhat let down by meandering middle and end and odd approach to extras.

She Belongs to Me by Da Ying. An uncomplicated contemporary romance between two femme professional women who are excellent communicators. Does make effective use of several k-drama style romantic set-pieces.

Bo Zhou by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. Time loop contemporary romance in which the protagonist tries to safe her girlfriend's life again and again. Overall competently plotted, well-paced and genuinely suspenseful.

The Tribulation of the Peach Runaway Blossom by Ning Yuan. A solid xianxia/xuanhuan novel with a big cast of complex female characters, competent world-building and assured prose. Somewhat falls down on the main romance (though the secondary romances make up for that a little), which was at once the lynchpin of the plot and not particularly present on the page.

The Abandoned by Mu Feng Qing Nian. Three words: sapphic xianxia shizunfuckery. Horny unhinged lesbians, plot twists on top of plot twists, and much violence.

Her Mountain, Her Sea by Fu Hua. A contemporary high school romance. Very solid, competent slice-of-life for the most part. The leads are well-characterised and their growing relationship is deftly handled, especially in the early stages.

The Creator's Grace by Ning Yuan. A near future sci-fi thriller. 12/10, no notes (though the sci-fi element is subordinate to the romance and thriller elements).

Minister Xie by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. This historical novel is The Goblin Emperor meets Sha Po Lang. Teenage emperor Liu Zao does her best to turn her prime minister Xie Yi (who is 14 years older) into her wife.

Snow on Her Pillow by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. Historical fiction featuring a romance between Princess Jieyou and her devoted attendant Feng Liao (described as the first official female diplomat in Chinese history). Competently and compellingly written; manages the Feat of treating Central Asian characters (of which there are many) as regular, undemonised people.

Spring on the River by Da Ying. This xuanhuan novel features supernatural women behaving very very badly, weird structure and pacing, and a rather hapless main character who frequently reminded me of a protagonist in a shoujo reverse harem novel.

Listen, God by Xian Yu Bu Chi Cai. A contemporary time loop thriller featuring a romance between a scriptwriter and an up-and-coming actress. Mostly carefully and cleverly plotted (though starts to unravel in the last 20%), though the relationship development between the leads left me cold.

A Taste of You by Si Bai Ba Shi Si. A contemporary romance between a talented chef and a CEO. A grounded, realist novel told through a charmingly wry first-person POV (bar a sharp swerve into melodrama in the last 10%), deeply embedded in the local lesbian scene.

Snow in the Spring Courtyard by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. This wuxia novel had good relationship development, a compelling love interest, and excellent pacing, and is likely to appeal to readers for those reasons. For me personally, it was let down by an extraordinarily bleak view of the jianghu which I don't think the author was fully aware of.

I Think About You Day and Night by Yu Shuang. In this contemporary romance, a CEO rescues a penniless girl from an abusive household, and k-drama-style shenanigans ensue. There's terminal illness, birth secrets, an incest scare (dw they're not actually related), and corporate machinations. The author's commitment to these tropes and their emotional stakes makes this an enjoyably dramatic read.

Cover Her Face by Qing Tang Shuan Xiang Cai. A mostly breezy, mostly fluffy, and unexpectedly sexy historical romance plus a dash of wuxia, with likable main characters.

Waiting for You by Min Ran. A contemporary showbiz romance, basically an exes-to-reunited-lovers story courtesy of a handy rebirth and time rewind. Another one for the 'attractive femme couple resolves their relationship problems through Better Communication' folder.

Climbing High by Po Po Po. In this historical court intrigue novel, aspiring scholar Fang Jian sells herself into indentured servitude to court official Gao Yunqu in exchange for the latter's promise to help her free her parents from unjust imprisonment. Published on PO18, so allowed to be sexually explicit in ways JJWXC and Changpei novels can't be, and the author makes full use of this (though I found the sex scenes between the tertiary couples stronger than those between the main couple, for the most part). Very strong political writing, a great cast of complex female characters.

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Sally Headcanons

1. While yes, Sally loves the color pink, it isn’t actually her favorite color. She doesn’t have one. She loves blue, green, purple, all colors.

2. The only color Sally dislikes is orange, due to this, she hates oranges and tangerines

3. Sally has the body of a 7-10 year old, yet she is mentally older.

4. Despite the fact Sally is mentally 16, she still has childlike characteristics within her mindscape

5. Sally has a hard time trusting adult men; females and younger males are more trustworthy to Sally

6. Mr. D (Sally’s teddy bear) is a normal teddy bear

7. Every single person inside the mansion has seen Mr. D move on his own; nobody knows how or why as Slender has confirmed it has no supernatural tendencies within it

8. Sally likes to watch Bluey

9. Sally likes to hang out with BeN, Jeff, and Toby; viewing all three of them as older brothers

10. Jeff and Sally hang out the most

11. Sally used to have a little kid crush on Ben; Sally no longer views BeN that way because she thinks that dating is gross

12. Sally is AroAce in my AU, because despite physically being 7, she’s mentally around 16

13. Sally constantly asks Slender for a puppy

14. Sally hates wearing socks

15. Sally also hates wearing shoes of any kind

16. Sally doesn’t leave footprints anywhere, not in snow, mud, anything.

17. When Sally has tantrums Jeff calls them her “poltergeist attacks”

18. When upset, Sally can make objects levitate.

19. Sally usually throws the objects she levitates, due to the fact the objects are usually plates, vases, cups, and Toby- Damage is always present after a Sally tantrum

20. Sally cannot levitate objects on command.

21. Sally calls Slender “Mr. Slenderman”

22. Sally gave Slender a white mug that had “#1 Mr.Slenderdad” written with black sharpie on it

23. Sally isn’t an innocent little girl, she also loves to commit war crimes

24. Sally usually kills creeps, molesters, perverts, etc.

25. Sally has constant bruises and cuts on her from her death

26. The wound on Sally’s head eternally bleeds forever, it’s annoying but she’s gotten used to it

27. Slender puts bandages around her head to somewhat stop the bleeding

28. Sally and Jane argue a lot

29. Jeff managed to convince Sally that Jane is a bitch

30. Sally is a Princess Peach main in MarioKart

31. Sally is one of the few people that Ben likes to play board games with because she doesn’t destroy the game board/pieces

32. Sally likes to play house and dress up

33. Sally serves real tea and desserts at her tea parties

34. Sally doesn’t really know how to defend herself, so she can’t go on intense missions or go on missions alone

35. Sally is 4’5

36. Sally needs to be babysat whenever a majority of the mansion is on an expedition

37. Babysitting duty is rotated around the mansion

38. Jane hates babysitting duty because Sally never listens to her

39. Jeff is rarely on it but when he is, he loves it

40. Most of the proxies see Sally extremely often but don’t really know her

41. If given the chance, Sally will cling onto Slenderman all day

42. Sally loves Ben’s brownies (the not weed ones)

43. Sally loves chocolate chip cookies

44. Sally and Lulu are decent friends

45. Sally and Lazari have play dates together

46. Sally and Lazari share a room in the mansion

47. Sally and Smile dog have a complicated relationship

48. Sally loves Smile Dog because he’s a dog and constantly tries to play with him

49. Smile dog.. is an intelligent dog that usually wants to be left alone; he doesn’t hate Sally he just finds her a lot to deal with

50. Sally used to be really bad at painting nails, now she’s actually quite good at it due to BEN teaching her

51. Sally likes to draw and finger paint

52. Sally’s art skills are the same of a preschooler (aka fucking awesome)

53. Sally has a bad habit of randomly falling asleep; Slenders arms, Slenders tentacles, tea parties, while standing up, taking a bath, etc.

54. Sally likes fruit punch and grape juice

55. Sally likes to say Fuck (Jeff taught her)