#and its good.. its gonna be so good......

[usertoxicyaoi]

"This matter ... is getting more and more interesting."

REVENGED LOVE (2025). EPISODE FIVE.

[pixeljade]

I mean, I think this is something where the answer is nuanced

My whole family is educators, at every level. My mom, in particular, always put a strong accent on education. And so, I absolutely did pay attention...and yeah, a lot of people who simply didnt pay attention are claiming they werent told.

However

I know for a fact, in public schools, most of the curriculum is pre-built according to standardized testing, especially these days. As such, the teachers quite often...dont teach more than that. And standardized testing absolutely has a bias, especially in red states! Heck, I heard my mom rant about things they were SPECIFICALLY told not to teach! That shit DOES happen!!!

And even being a good(-ish) student, and being told lots of extra stuff by my mom growing up, I can name several things I wasnt taught growing up. The bombing of black wall street. Red-lining. Basically any history which wasnt focused on western society.

Now, one COULD argue that with the internet today, all that info is available, and so its on the individual for not knowing. But that argument simply doesnt hold up...by that logic, every person alive SHOULD know literally every single thing ever. I mean, ALL the knowledge is out there, right! Its all buried in this massive archive, and you don't even know what to look for, but, it's OUT THERE! SOMEWHERE!!!

Obviously there ARE some people who are just ignorant and looking for a scapegoat, but there's also plenty wrong with the current system. I'm not gonna let us all act like the American Public School System is perfect when its been NOTORIOUSLY BAD for literally my entire life! And every step (such as NCLB) just made things worse.

And even with teachers teaching, as ANY educator worth their salt will say, quite often the students who dont absorb the knowledge fail to learn because they have external factors at play. A kid's not going to be paying perfect attention at school if their parents regularly beat them, or if their family cant afford food. Putting this entirely on people just being stupid is ridiculous, unrealistic, and has extreme tones of classism, racism, ableism...basically every ism on earth.

So yeah. We can admit that there's some people hiding behind this bullshit, while also admitting its not as simple as "just pay attention in school!"

[afterheese]

With you, always - Park Jong-seong x F!Reader

“So…” Jay’s voice cut through the stillness. “Are you gonna tell me the real reason you’re leaving?” Your fingers froze mid-scroll. You didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb, your voice stiff around the edges.

content warnings - dark!jay, noncon, workplace harassment, boundary crossing, unsettling behavior, slow escalation of discomfort, daddy kink (its jay it fits), hair pulling, degradation, creampie, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk and physical violence.

word count - 4.7k

this was requested

One more day. Just one more miserable day until you could finally leave this godforsaken job.

You were so happy when you got it. You worked so hard to make the perfect impression, nailed every question in the interview, and walked out beaming. You thought you’d made it. Thought you’d found a place where you could grow. But month by month, your excitement withered. Not because of the work. Not because of the hours.

Because of Park Jong-seong.

At the beginning, it was nothing. Harmless. Innocent, even. He brushed past you in the hallway, too close but not close enough to call out. A hand on your waist to maneuver around you in the copy room, just a little too familiar but still, you told yourself, maybe that’s just how people are here. Then it got... weird.

You’d just landed a massive client, one the team had been chasing for months. There was a celebration, naturally. Drinks after work. A cozy bar with loud music and coworkers packed into a sticky leather booth.

He sat across from you. Too many beers in, his tie loose, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you like you were the only one in the room. At first, the questions were fine. He asked about your family. Your pets. Your weekend plans.  Then his voice dropped, soft but sharp enough to slice through the music. “So, how’s your sex life?”

You laughed. Reflex, not amusement. You glanced around the table for someone to back you up. But no one did. They just kept sipping their drinks, scrolling their phones, as if he’d asked about the weather. The silence stretched, and you could feel the peer pressure pressing in, trapping you. If you pushed back, you’d be the one who "couldn’t take a joke." The one who "made it weird." So you lied. Smiled like it didn’t bother you. “It’s great.” 

His head tilted, and something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” The way he said it, made you feel icky. After that, the air felt wrong. The room felt smaller. The music, distant. You stood, grabbing your bag with a shaky laugh. “I’m heading out. See you guys Monday.”

You could feel his gaze drilling into your back as you slipped out of the bar. On the walk home, the streetlights buzzed and the night air felt too tight around you. The city, usually familiar, suddenly seemed like a maze you couldn’t quite escape. That was weird, you told yourself. Just weird.

But your skin prickled the whole way home.

“Hey, can you come to my office?”

You heard your name snap from somewhere behind you, sharp and clipped. You’d barely set your coffee on your desk before you were already moving toward Jay’s office, heart ticking a little faster for reasons you couldn’t explain. “Good morning,” you offered as you stepped inside.

“Close the door.” He didn’t even look up. His eyes stayed pinned to the stack of papers in front of him, his pen tapping in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Sure,” you murmured, easing the door shut with a soft click. Without preamble, he handed you a document. 

“What are these?” You took it, skimming the bold header. It was the contract you’d finalized late last night, the one you’d sent over right before you left. “Oh, this is the Mr. Kim contract,” you said, handing it back. His eyes finally lifted, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Did you proofread it before sending it to me?”

You straightened under his stare. “I did, sir.” His mouth twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. “Clearly, you didn’t. There are typos. Lots of them. You’re lucky I caught it before it went into the database.” He slid the contract into a folder with slow, deliberate movements and shoved it back into your hands. “Fix this. I want it back by the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” You left the office feeling smaller than when you’d entered. And from that day forward, it was as if something shifted. Jay made you feel less like a colleague and more like his personal assistant. No it was less than that. Like you were a fly he was tolerating until he could find the right moment to swat you away.

He dismissed your ideas in meetings with a wave of his hand. He talked over you, corrected you mid sentence, made a spectacle of pointing out even the smallest errors. And when he found one, he didn’t whisper about it in private. No he called you out in front of the entire office, his voice loud, his words sharp, carving you down to size in real time. 

So you adapted. You started triple-checking your work. Then quadruple-checking. Every email, every decimal, every line. You combed through them like your job depended on it because now, it did.

And that’s when you knew something was wrong. The next day, he made a scene over a report you’d scoured the night before. You’d reviewed it meticulously, certain it was flawless. But somehow, he found an error. A glaring one.

You couldn’t understand it. You’d checked it. You knew you had. And yet he stood there, brandishing the page like evidence, his voice cutting through the office like a blade. It didn’t make sense. Unless…. someone else was tampering with your work. Unless he was. 

It scared you. Not just the humiliation. Not just the constant belittling or the sting of his words in front of the entire office. No but what terrified you was that you couldn’t figure out why. Why would Jay do this? Why you? There was no reason. You combed through every interaction, every possible slight, but you found nothing. No trigger. No explanation.

It made it worse, not knowing. After months of verbal abuse, of being treated like shit, you came to the only conclusion that made sense. You couldn’t fight it. You couldn’t fix it. So you quit. You didn’t hand your resignation to Jay. You went over his head, straight to his boss.

“So sad to see you go,” Mr. Lee said as he scribbled his signature at the bottom of your resignation letter. He barely glanced at it, like this happened all the time. “If you need a recommendation, I’d be happy to write one for an employee like you.” Your chest eased, just a little. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.” He smiled. “You’re welcome.” You walked out of his office feeling lighter, like you’d finally cracked a window in a suffocating room. You were free. Until you saw Jay.

He stood in his office doorway, staring at you. His expression unreadable. You dropped your gaze, ducking your head, and slipped past him to your desk. One more day. Just one more day. And then you’d never have to see him again.

You buried yourself in your work, the clock spinning faster than you realized. By the time you looked up, it was nearly 8 p.m. “Shit,” you muttered, stretching back in your chair until your spine cracked in protest. You hit save, deciding to finish the rest in the morning. Computer off. Desk lamp off. Jacket on. Bag over your shoulder. You moved on autopilot, too tired to think, your focus already on tomorrow, the final day.

The elevator pinged as you pressed the button. You stepped inside, thumb hovering over the ‘Close Door’ button, eager to leave. The doors began to slide shut. Then a hand shot between them. You flinched, a sharp inhale snagging in your throat.

You let out a weak laugh as the doors reopened. Just the nerves. The laugh died in your chest when you saw him. Jay. He stepped into the elevator, nodding at you once, silent. You didn’t say a word. You just stared at the glowing floor numbers, silently begging the elevator to close faster.

The doors slid shut. The descent began. And you were trapped. Alone. With him.

“I heard you quit.” Jay’s voice fractured the silence, low and flat, echoing off the metal walls of the elevator. Your eyes shot wide, but you kept them forward, pinned to the glowing floor numbers. You didn’t trust yourself to look at him. “Yeah,” you said, quick, almost too quick. “Why?” He asked.

“I got a new job.” The lie slipped out, smooth and practiced. You didn’t even know where you’d go after this, but anything was better than staying here. “You did?” His surprise didn’t sound faked. “Yeah,” you repeated, sharper this time, hoping the conversation would die there.

And for a moment, it did. The elevator hummed softly as the floors ticked down. Almost to the parking garage. Almost out. Then— A jolt. The elevator shuddered violently, pitching you to the side as the lights blinked out. Total darkness. You caught your breath, heart hammering. Seconds later, the emergency lights flickered on, washing the space in pale yellow.

“Damn it,” Jay muttered, slamming his palm against the panel. “What—what just happened?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but the crack in it gave you away. “Looks like it’s stuck.” He jabbed at the buttons, but nothing happened. No movement. No sound. You stepped forward, pressing the call button, but it buzzed weakly, then died.

Jay sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “And we’re the only ones left in the building.” You swallowed. The weight of that landed hard in your chest. “So…it’ll be a while before someone comes to fix it?” He nodded, almost too calm. “Yeah. Could be hours.”

You stared at the elevator doors, cold creeping up your spine, wishing more than anything that they’d just open. Wishing you weren’t trapped. Wishing you weren’t trapped with him.

You stared down at your phone, pretending to doom scroll, desperate to distract yourself from the crushing silence. From him. From this boxed-in nightmare. The glow of the screen steadied your breathing. Made you feel less trapped. “So…” Jay’s voice cut through the stillness. “Are you gonna tell me the real reason you’re leaving?” Your fingers froze mid-scroll. You didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb, your voice stiff around the edges.

“I mean—” You finally looked at him, and that was your mistake. He was already moving toward you. He didn’t stop until he was inches away. One hand came up, pressing flat against the wall beside your head, boxing you in. He leaned in, his face so close you could feel the heat of his breath.

His eyes locked on yours, steady. “I know you didn’t get a new job.” Your throat tightened. “How would you know that?” you managed, forcing the words out. His mouth quirked, like he was enjoying this. “You have this tell when you lie. Your nose scrunches up, just a little.” Your stomach flipped. “What?!”

Your voice cracked, too loud in the small metal box, but Jay didn’t flinch. He just kept looking at you like he could see straight through your skin. Like he’d been watching you much more closely than you ever realized.

“Jay, can you back up?” you said, your voice strained, trying to wedge space between you. “Why?” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Do I make you nervous?” His face dipped closer, his breath hot against your lips. Too close, way too close. Without thinking, you shoved him hard in the chest.

He stumbled back a step but instead of getting angry, he laughed. It echoed through the metal box like it had nowhere else to go. “I always knew you were a stupid little bitch,” he spat, the venom in his voice hitting harder than his usual taunts. Jay had called you stupid before. Had called you incompetent. Had called you worthless. But he’d never called you a bitch. Never crossed that line.

“God, Jay. You’re such a miserable jerk,” you snapped, spinning away from him, trying to put distance between his words and your skin. “Someone should teach you some fucking manners.” If he wanted a fight, fine. You’d give him one. “No,” you hissed, turning back to him. “Someone should slap the fuck out of your dumbass.”

You barely finished the sentence before his hand was around your throat. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to process it one second you were talking, the next your back slammed into the cold elevator wall with a bone-rattling bang.

Your toes barely scraped the floor. His grip was iron, crushing, your nails clawing at his wrist as your eyes went wide, panic detonating in your chest. “Jay—” you choked out, but the man in front of you didn’t look like Jay anymore.

His face was tight, cold, unfamiliar. It wasn't the same person who used to taunt you in the hall, who used to lean over your desk with a smirk. His eyes were empty. Unrecognizable.

Your nails dug into his skin, clawing hard, desperate to pry him off you. His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, his thumb pressing hard enough to send lightning bolts of pressure shooting through your skull.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, drowning out the sputtering hum of the trapped elevator. Your legs kicked out, searching for ground, for balance, for anything. You scraped the toe of your shoe against his shin, a useless attempt to knock him off, but he didn’t flinch.

“Jay—” your voice came out broken, barely a whisper. “Let me go—” His stare was ice. Unblinking. Like he wasn’t even hearing you. Or maybe he was. Maybe that was the point. You swung your bag at him, a desperate move. It smacked against his ribs, and something flickered in his expression not pain, but annoyance.

“Shut up,” he muttered, pressing you harder into the wall. “You think you can just walk away? You think you can just leave?” His other hand came up, grabbing your chin, forcing your face toward his. “Say it again,” he hissed. “Say you’re leaving.”

Your throat burned under his crushing grip. Your vision blurred at the edges, a creeping darkness trying to pull you under. But you weren’t going out like this. You twisted, wrenching your arm free enough to drive your elbow into his side, sharp and hard. He grunted, and you felt his grip falter just enough for you to yank your head forward and slam it into his.

The crack of bone against bone echoed in the small metal box. Jay stumbled back, cursing, one hand clutching his forehead. You gasped, clutching your throat, gulping air like you were drowning.

Your body burned but adrenaline shoved you forward. You rammed your shoulder into him, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” Your voice shredded through the silence, raw and shaking, but you meant every word.

Jay wiped a smear of blood from his eyebrow, his breathing ragged, but his smile came back twisted. “Feisty,” he muttered, his gaze still pinned to you. “This is gonna be fun.”

You launched yourself at him again, swinging wildly, your fists catching his shoulder, his ribs, his arm anywhere you could reach. You were fast, but he was faster. Stronger. Jay caught your wrist mid-swing and twisted hard. You screamed, pain flashing white-hot up your arm. Before you could wrench free, he yanked you forward, spinning you so your back slammed against his chest.

His arm snaked across your collarbone, locking you in place, his forearm pressing tight just under your throat. His other hand pinned your arm behind your back in a brutal hold. You thrashed, kicked, shoved your weight backward, but it only tightened his grip, his body solid against yours. Your breathing came in ragged gasps, his breath hot and steady against your ear.

“Calm down,” he growled, his lips brushing your skin. “You’re not going anywhere.” Your heart hammered so hard it felt like it would punch through your ribcage. You dug your nails into his arm, twisting, clawing, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Stop fighting me,” he whispered, his voice calm now, almost gentle but the steel in his grip betrayed the lie. “You made this so much harder than it had to be.” You threw your head back, trying to catch him in the face, but he jerked his head just out of reach. “Still fighting?” His grip tightened across your chest, cutting off your air just enough to make your head spin. “You can’t win this fight babe.”

You let out a strangled gasp, your free hand slamming against the elevator wall, searching blindly for anything emergency buttons, loose panels, anything. “You know what your problem is?” he whispered, his voice a soft pulse against your ear. “You thought you could just leave me.”

His hand slid from your pinned wrist up to your face, his fingers pressing against your jaw, forcing your head to the side, forcing you to look at the dark reflection in the elevator’s metal wall. “Look at us,” he breathed. “Just look.” Your own wide, panicked eyes stared back at you. His face hovered over your shoulder, his smile sharp and dangerous.

His palm pressed over your lips, firm and suffocating, his fingers curling around your cheek. That was his mistake. You bit down. Hard. Your teeth sank into the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, tearing through skin until you tasted metal the blood blooming hot and bitter on your tongue.

Jay roared, jerking his hand back, but you didn’t let go until he ripped it free. “You little—” Before you could twist away, his other arm banded across your chest, yanking you backward. His palm slammed against the back of your head, and he drove you forward hard into the elevator wall.

Your forehead cracked against the cold steel with a dull, sickening thud. The impact rattled your vision, white sparks flashing behind your eyes. Your knees buckled, but his grip didn’t let you fall. “Fucking bitch,” he snarled, his breath seething against your ear, his free hand shaking with rage as he cradled his bleeding palm. “You just don’t learn, do you?”

Your pulse screamed in your ears. Your head throbbed, the sharp ache spreading down your spine, but somewhere beneath the panic, beneath the dizziness, the fight still burned. Your nails dug into his arm again, scrabbling for leverage, for space, for something you could use to shift this back in your favor.

You tried pushing back at him, but he was so strong. He held you there. “Stop fighting, baby,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and edged with warning. “You’re only making it harder for yourself.” You shoved against him one more time, desperation clawing its way up your throat until you heard him groan.

That’s when you realized. Something hard was pressing against your lower back. Your lungs forgot how to work. Your body went rigid. That’s when you realized why he was doing all of this. “Jay, please…” your voice broke. “L-Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I-I’ll quit. I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

His laugh was sharp, guttural, and anything but kind.  “The reason this is happening,” he whispered, his nose buried in your hair, “is because you tried to leave me.” The instinct to retreat fired through you. “I can’t let that happen,” he said, voice flat and final. “Hands on the wall.”

“Jay, please…” “I said—hands. On. The. Wall.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, and with one violent jerk, he slammed them against the cold steel. “If you want this to hurt more than it has to,” he breathed against your neck, “go ahead. Keep fighting but if you want to be a good girl…” his grip tightened, “then listen.”

Right now, that was the only choice you had.

You could feel his hands sliding up your legs, slow and deliberate. The cold metal of the elevator behind you was nothing compared to the chill crawling up your spine. You regretted wearing a skirt today.

Tears slid down your cheeks, silent and hot. He didn’t try to be gentle not even for a second. His fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt and shoved it up roughly, exposing you to the stale, flickering light above. Then came the sharp tug. He yanked your panties down in one swift, brutal motion.

“Step out of them,” he said, voice low and unwavering. Your eyes dropped. You stepped out of the crumpled fabric, your legs trembling. He picked them up, turning them over once in his hand like they were something delicate.

You didn’t want to know what he was going to do with them. 

Jay's eyes flicked from your trembling legs to the panties in his hand. He let out a dark, humorless laugh before stuffing the fabric into his back pocket. “You really shouldn’t have worn something so easy to tear off, baby,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s like you wanted me to ruin you.”

His hand came up rough, practiced fingers threading through your hair. And then he yanked you head back. You gasped, your neck bending back as he forced your gaze up.

“Look at you,” Jay growled, his grip unrelenting. “You don’t get to cry and act like a scared little bitch.” He shoved you hard against the elevator wall. The metal was cold, the corners biting into your chest, but you barely noticed through the adrenaline flooding your veins.

You opened your mouth to speak to beg but he silenced you with his arm wrapped around your throat, pressing just enough to steal control. “Quiet,” he snapped. “You’ve already said too much tonight.” You whimpered, but he didn’t care. His arm left your neck only to push your skirt higher, exposing everything every trembling inch of skin you wished you could hide.

Then you felt him. Hot, thick and hard against the inside of your thigh. “You feel that?” he hissed into your ear. “That’s what happens when you try to leave me.” He didn’t wait for a response. He didn’t need one. His hand dropped between your legs, rough fingers sliding against your folds just long enough to feel how wet you already were.

Jay chuckled. “Filthy little slut. You like being treated like this, don’t you?” You shook your head, but your body betrayed you. “Liar,” he growled. “Fucking liar.” Then he grabbed your hips, and with one thrust, he slammed into you.

You cried out, nails scraping uselessly at the wall. He didn’t slow down. Not for a second. “God, this tight little cunt was made for me,” he groaned against your ear. “Say it. Say it belongs to Daddy.” You tried to speak, but he pulled your hair back so sharply that all you could do was scream.

“Say it!”

“Yours—Daddy—yours!”

“Damn right it is,” he snarled. “You’re mine now. Every inch of you.”

He drove into you again and again, brutal and relentless. His grip on your hair never loosened. His hips pounded into you with vicious rhythm, every slap of skin echoing in the silent metal box like a punishment. “You’ll never leave me,” he growled. “No one’s going to save you. You’re Daddy’s now.”

The elevator groans, a metallic whine of protest, as he fucks you harder, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. The walls are too close, the air too thick, and the flickering overhead light casts jagged shadows across his face sharp enough to cut. You whimper, nails scraping against the stainless steel in front of you, but there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, mocking, as your body betrays you, trembling toward a climax you don’t want but can’t stop.

"That’s it," he murmurs, voice low, almost amused. "Let go." You choke back a sob as it hits you, wave after wave of unwanted pleasure, your knees buckling. But before you can even catch your breath, his grip tightens, yanking you back into the present. "Oh, kitten," he purrs, lips brushing your ear. "You didn’t really think it was gonna stop there, did you?" A cruel laugh, dark as the elevator shaft beneath you. "You still haven’t made me cum."

Your stomach drops. The realization hits like a punch. "Believe me," he continues, fingers tracing the back of your thighs, "you are not leaving this elevator until you’ve made me cum like the good little slut I know you are."

A beat of silence. The hum of dead machinery. The drip of sweat down your spine. "Turn around." Your body moves before your mind can refuse. "Face me." The command is a blade pressed to your throat. You obey. "Lemme lift your legs up." His hands are already on you, hoisting you like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the cold metal. "Wrap your legs around me."

A hesitation just a fraction of a second and his voice drops, dangerous. "I said wrap your legs around me." You do. His hand digs into the soft flesh of your thighs, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth moves against your skin, whispering filth, promises, threats words that slither into your ears and coil tight in your stomach. You turn your face away, refusing to look, refusing to see what he’s doing to you.

"Now look at me." The slap cracks sharp in the confined space. Your head snaps to the side, the sting blooming hot. "Open your eyes." Another slap. Your vision blurs. "I said fucking look at me.” You listen.

"Good girl." His voice gentles, a velvet stroke over raw nerves. "Oh, look at you, kitten. So beautiful and bruised. All marked up from my hands." His thumb traces the ache along your jaw. "You know I love you, don’t you?”

A kiss, slow and possessive. Your lips taste like salt, like tears. "Even when you make me angry," he murmurs, "even when you make me hurt you... I still want you." The elevator groans around you, a mechanical sigh, but you don’t notice. All you feel is him the relentless drag of his body against yours, the way he steals your breath and replaces it with his.

"Fuck, you feel so good." His groan is low, rough, vibrating through your bones. Your fingers scrabble against the cold metal wall. There’s nowhere to go. "You’re mine now, kitten." His teeth graze your throat. "Don’t you ever fucking forget it. Your smiles, your cries ah—they all belong to me."

The elevator lurches. A flicker of light. He doesn’t stop. "I’m not letting you go." A promise or a threat. "Ever."

His grip bites into your thighs, pulling you hard against him as his hips stutter. You feel it the tremble in his thighs, the ragged break in his breathing. He’s close.

“Jay, don’t—” Your voice cracks, the panic sharp. Jay doesn’t stop. His fingers dig in harder, a low laugh slipping against your ear, velvet-wrapped malice. “Not inside me. Please.” He leans in, lips grazing your throat. “Think you’d make a great mom,” he breathes, dark, sticky, dangerous. “Let’s make it happen.”

The words freeze you. Ice creeps under your skin. “No.” You twist, you fight, the panic swelling in your chest. You shove at his arms, but his grip tightens, unrelenting. His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back until your throat is bare. The elevator groans under the slam of your back against the wall. 

“None of that now,” he whispers, his voice a blade dragged across skin. “I told you. I’m gonna put a baby in you.” His hips jerk against you, desperate, claiming. “Then you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Jay, please—” Your breath shatters. You’re trembling, from fear and the spiraling chaos of it all. “Want to quit? Too late, sweetheart.” His teeth scrape your neck, a violent tenderness.  His groan breaks loose, hot and breathless. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“Jay—noo—” Your scream bounces off the elevator walls. His hips stutter, and you feel it. A claim that leaves something inside you that you can’t shake loose.

The elevator doors open with a soft hum swallowed by the silence. Jay kisses your throat, slow, almost tender now, his whisper sliding like a noose around your neck. “Now you can never leave me.”

You don’t speak, you don’t move. There’s nothing left inside you.

You can never get rid of him.

[starboye]

no nut november

trying to get someone like simon riley, a military lieutenant, a tough man who doesn't break under pressure to fail no nut november is a challenge in itself but that doesn't mean it's impossible

the boys had made simon tey and do the while stupid thing, you cant cum for the entirety of november and if you did that you win, so simon decided "what the hell" and went with it, he was two days in and going strong

little did he know the boys paid you to get him to fail, do whatever just get simon to cum, so the first days may have seemed easy to him but after a couple more days he was struggling to not poo a boner every hour

every time you cane around you were bending over in front of him, lingering touches, and hard flirting, and with him having a crush on you and all it just made it all the worst "so hows your day ghost" you look up at him all innocent looking as if you weren't cooking up a plan in your devious brain "it was good just trained so recruits and-" he was cut off by the sight of you blatantly staring at his crotch

"oh sorry you can keep going" you look back up at him, his face plastered with a shocked expression but nonetheless continuing his story before again getting stopped by the sight of you looking him up and down while biting your lip "you okay ghost you look a little red, ever under the mask" you tease and he's quick to run away

your plan was working wonderful and all, and after a couple more days of just teasing and taunting the poor man he had about five days left before he would win but that became so much harder when he saw you in the gym showers after working out, ass all perky, body all glistening and sweaty he just needed that

but no he tried to shake the thoughts away but it was impossible when you just looked so fucking sexy, you caught him staring at you just from the coner of your eyes while you were showering "well are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna come fuck me big boy" you said and in no time he was naked an rushing to get behind you

fucking you like a mad man under the water while hoping no one was in the locker room to hear him groaning and panting while emptying load after load in your once tight hole, just felt so good finally cumming after weeks of no action, not even jerking off

by the end of it you could barely feel your legs and you were so dazed you just feel to the ground so simon scooped you up and took you to the medic "and what happened here" the medic asks "i think he just went to hard in the gym" he awkwardly tries to avoid eye contact "worth it" you chuckle

xoxo, starboye💋

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[smutmind]

The Wife ft. Chaeyoung

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FULL CHAPTERS HERE

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Bedroom lights glowed dim gold, softening the edges of everything but the truth.

Chaeyoung’s knees sank into the memory foam between his thighs. Her ponytail brushed his belly as her small hands braced his hips. Jihun groaned, breath catching when her lips sealed around the head of his cock—soft, teasing pressure at first, then deeper, wetter, purposeful.

He arched slightly, eyes half-lidded. “Fuck, baby… that tongue.”

Her eyes flicked up, playful. “You missed this?”

“You have no idea.”

She bobbed slow, then fast, sucking with shallow grace. Saliva warmed the base of his shaft. The tight hollow of her cheeks made every stroke obscene.

Jihun’s hands threaded into her hair. “You’re so fucking good at this,” he breathed.

She gave a light hum, vibrating around him. Then pulled back with a soft pop. “You get hard just thinking about my mouth, huh?”

“Every time,” he groaned.

She climbed over him next, straddling his stomach, her petite frame naked and flushed. Her breasts were small—tight and firm with dusky nipples that stiffened in the bedroom air.

“Show me how much,” she whispered, dragging her slick core along his length.

Jihun’s hands gripped her thighs. “God, you’re soaked.”

She grinned. “Your fault.”

Then she leaned forward, guiding him inside her inch by inch until he filled her.

“Fuck,” she moaned, hips circling. “That stretch...”

Reverse cowgirl. Her favorite.

Jihun grinned. “You want control tonight, huh?”

“You mind?” she teased, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

“Not one bit.”

She rode him slow at first, rocking her tight ass against his groin, her muscles gripping him in pulsing waves.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that. Fuck, Chaeyoung...”

Her rhythm deepened, pace steady. “You gonna come already?”

“Getting close,” he admitted, voice ragged.

“Then flip me. Let me feel you deeper.”

He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her waist, rolled them easily, and pulled her onto all fours.

“Doggy it is,” he growled.

She arched her back, ass high, slick and ready. “Come make me beg.”

Jihun slid into her with a groan, buried to the hilt. Her body took him easily, dripping wet and clenched tight.

He thrust deep, fast, every slap of their bodies louder than the last. His fingers dug into her hips, grounding him.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he gasped.

“Harder,” she panted. “Don’t hold back.”

He obeyed, slamming into her with everything he had. Her moans filled the room, high and breathy, urging him on.

“Shit, Chaeyoung, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” she begged. “Come inside me. I want all of it.”

He groaned loud, thrust once more, and spilled into her, body convulsing. He collapsed forward, breath heavy, sweat trailing from his chest to her back.

She stayed there a moment, smiling, then gently pulled away, his cum spilling down her thighs.

Chaeyoung padded into the bathroom, humming softly. The faucet ran, a drawer opened, lotion clicked shut.

She returned with a towel, cleaned him with gentle care. Her kiss was soft. Her fingers ran down his chest.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, half-asleep.

She smiled again. “Get some rest.”

She stood over him for a moment, still naked, hair now messy and clinging to her cheek. Her fingers hovered near the nightstand—where pens and scissors lay in a cup beside the lamp. She stared.

Her hand moved slowly, lifting a pen, its tip gleaming faintly in the low light. She held it inches from his sleeping face, close enough that his breath fogged the plastic.

Her fingers trembled.

She stared at his closed eyes. “Not yet,” she whispered, barely audible.

She turned, padded out of the room.

He exhaled slow.

She didn’t hear the rustle under the blanket. Didn’t see his eyes open.

He waited a full minute after the door clicked shut.

His breath slowed. Eyes wide now. Awake, every nerve alert. The room still smelled of her—sweat, sex, the subtle vanilla in her hair—but something under it smelled wrong. Like heat without warmth. Like danger wrapped in silk.

Jihun sat up, slow and silent. The sheets were still warm where she’d tucked him in.

He replayed it: the way she stood at the nightstand. The way her hand hovered over the pen. Not random. Not distracted. Something deliberate—and then restrained. Not love. Not care. Something colder.

He swung his legs off the bed, bare feet pressing to the hardwood floor. It creaked once beneath his heel. He froze. Waited. Nothing.

The hallway was dark, save for the faint spill of moonlight from the living room. No sound of her. No clicks from the bathroom. No water running.

She was gone.

His fingers brushed the top of the dresser until he found his phone. 1:48 AM.

He slipped a hoodie on, skipped the boxers, just tugged sweatpants over his bare skin. No noise. Just the quiet pull of fabric and the dull pound of his pulse.

He cracked the bedroom door wider.

The pen was still in the cup by the lamp. No knife. No weapon. But his gut wouldn’t let go of the image—her knuckles tight, her gaze blank, her body stiff with something unspoken.

The front door stood half open. A breeze moved the paper taped beside it. Her shoes were gone.

Jihun inhaled.

Then stepped out. The hallway’s air felt colder now, as if it knew what the night would reveal.

Jihun eased the door shut behind him, slipping down the apartment stairs barefoot in his sweats. Outside, the street lay quiet under a bruised sky, amber from the flicker of a lone streetlight.

Then he saw it—her silhouette gliding across the sidewalk, fast, decisive.

He followed.

Her stride was too clean, too purposeful. Not someone walking off tension. Someone with a destination. She didn’t look back. Her small frame vanished around a corner.

Jihun closed the distance, heart hammering, air sharp in his lungs. Asphalt cold under his soles.

Then—screech of rubber. A taxi pulled up.

She got in.

“Fuck,” he muttered and raised a hand. Another cab crawled up moments later, driver looking bored.

“Follow that one,” he said, climbing in. “Don’t lose it.”

The driver glanced at him, then nodded, curiosity swallowed by the night.

The ride was a blur of shifting streetlamps and humming tires. Jihun sat forward, tracking her cab ahead like prey.

They stopped near an industrial lot—low buildings, old neon signs long dead. She stepped out.

Two men waited near a side door. Big guys, tall and wide, one with a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, the other bald and broad across the jaw.

“Boss,” one called.

She nodded. Said nothing.

Jihun ducked low in the seat. “What the fuck…”

His wife. Petite, careful, quiet Chaeyoung—being greeted like someone dangerous.

He cracked the door open, stepped out onto the gravel. Stayed low, crouched behind a rusted SUV.

Then a twig snapped.

Too loud.

One of the men turned. “You hear that?”

Shit.

Jihun took a step back. Another. Then sprinted.

Heavy boots hit gravel behind him. A shout. Then pounding footsteps. He ran hard, turned fast around a wall.

Arms wrapped around him mid-stride.

“Got him!”

A sting in his neck—sharp, cold.

The world tilted. His legs folded. The night stretched into black.

He blinked.

White ceiling. Morning light.

The bed. His bed.

Sheets rumpled, body bare. His skin still carried the faint scent of her. Dried sweat clung to his chest. The blanket was pulled halfway down, his arms sprawled wide, exposed to the morning.

No clothes. His phone sat untouched on the nightstand. No missed calls. No messages.

He sat up slowly. Mouth dry. Skin clammy.

Had it happened?

He stared at his hands. They didn’t shake, but his heart pounded like it hadn’t stopped all night.

“Jihun?”

Her voice floated in from the kitchen—light, sweet, sing-song.

“Come on, babe. Breakfast’s getting cold.”

The scent of eggs and soy sauce pulled him down the hall, but something else burned behind his eyes—a pressure, a heat, a warning.

Jihun stepped into the kitchen barefoot. Morning light streamed through the gauzy curtains, catching on dust motes and glinting off steel. Chaeyoung stood at the stove, barefoot too, wearing one of his old button-downs. It was half-buttoned, barely skimming her hips. No bra. No panties. Her ass peeked through with every shift of her weight, and her bare legs shimmered in the light.

She turned with a plate in hand, smiling like sunshine. “You look pale. Sit.”

He stared at her, the plate, the eggs.

She raised an eyebrow. “I said sit, baby.”

He sat. The chair felt too solid. The air too still. Something inside him wasn’t right—no tension in his groin, no morning stiffness. Just a hollow weight. Cold.

She leaned in, setting the plate down. Her breasts brushed his cheek, soft and warm and bare beneath the fabric.

“You’re quiet,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “I followed you last night.”

She paused. Not long. Just a fraction. Then laughed—light, airy. “Oh no, baby. Not again.”

“There were two huge guys. They called you boss.”

She tilted her head, eyes amused. “You really didn’t take your pill, did you?”

“I never forget my meds,” he said. “Not once. Since college. I don’t hallucinate.”

She came closer, straddled him on the chair. Her thighs hugged his hips. Her shirt slipped open more, nipples dark against pale skin.

“You told me you do,” she murmured, sliding her hand down into his lap. “First month we dated.”

He twitched under her touch, but nothing stirred. He looked down. Still soft.

She frowned, then smiled again—sweet, reassuring, deadly. “Aw. That’s what stress does to you.”

“I’m not stressed,” he said. “I’m confused.”

“Then let me help.”

She kissed his neck, her hand stroking him slowly, coaxing life back into him. Her breath tickled his ear.

“Just let it go, baby. You’re safe. You’re home.”

He closed his eyes. Her touch was relentless—light at first, then firmer, confident. Her fingers curled just right. His cock responded, heavy and slow, but real. She leaned down, letting one nipple brush his lips.

“You like my tits?” she whispered.

He nodded, mouth warm against her skin.

She lifted his face with both hands, kissed him deep. Then stood, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the dining table.

“I want you to eat me out like you mean it,” she said, voice low and charged. “Sit. Mouth first.”

He obeyed. She climbed onto the edge of the table, opened her legs wide. The shirt hung off one shoulder. She guided his face between her thighs.

She was wet already—dripping, needy. His tongue slipped between her folds, tasting the salt and slick of her. She moaned, fingers in his hair, hips grinding against his mouth.

“That’s it,” she breathed. “Suck my clit. Right there—yes.”

He obeyed, lips locked around her, tongue flicking fast. Her thighs tightened around his head, her voice rising.

“You always made me come quick,” she gasped. “Still do.”

She trembled, moaned, then came hard against his face, thighs quivering. She held him there through it, shivering.

Then she pulled back, panting, eyes glassy. “Now sit back. I’m going to fuck you.”

She straddled him again, one hand guiding his cock to her soaked slit. No hesitation. She slid down with a long moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Still fits perfect.”

She rode him hard. Fast. Her pussy clenched around him with every bounce. His hands found her hips, her ass, gripping her as she slammed down over and over.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Say you love me.”

“I love you,” he groaned.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Then come in me. Right now.”

He couldn’t hold it. His body bucked, cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. She moaned, shuddered, clung to him.

They sat there after, tangled, sweat-slick.

She kissed his forehead.

“I’m heading out,” she said sweetly, standing and reaching for a napkin. She wiped herself casually, like it was any other morning.

“And Jihun?” She smiled over her shoulder. “The pen, the taxi, the boss—that was just a dream.”

She left.

He sat there, pants open, chest rising and falling.

Then leaned down to reach for his slippers beneath the table.

There it was.

The pen.

The exact one from last night. Same color. Same bite mark on the cap.

His breath hitched.

He never mentioned the pen.

**to be continued**

[cats-n-witchcraft]

Im not American but South Africa gets Oh Gods Its Trying to Kill Me, hot too. So here are some more survival tips 0. TECH GETS HOT IN HEAT. When you charge your phone or tablet, charge it on a flat surface and keep an eye on it. Basic stuff but even more important in this heat. Your laptop or computer is gonna hate the heat, so you can set up a fan for their sakes. Seriously, the first killer of laptops is heat. 1. Be aware that much like hypothermia, heat illness and heatstroke creeps up on you. Check in on yourself and others. That includes your pets! Please! https://www.rspcapetinsurance.org.au/pet-care/health-and-wellbeing/heatstroke-hyperthermia 2. If you must go outside, try and do it before peak sun strength hours. From 11 pm to 4 pm the sun is a deadly laser and will fuck you up. Sunscreen and a good hat will only go so far. 3. This may be counter intuitive, but cover yourself if youre outside. Just please, like OP said, use cloth that wicks moisture away and is breathable. The less skin the sun can hit, the better. That includes your face, ears and neck. 3. If you have duvets and no thin blankets in the house, you can remove the inners. If the bed is still too warm, make a sleeping spot on a tile floor. 4. If you do not have thick curtains to cover up windows, use blankets. If you need to ration, focus on the windows that face the way the sun comes up in. And especially target the large windows. 5. If you are really struggling and splashing yourself with water isnt helping, take a lukewarm/cool bath or shower. My mum's side of the family lived in an old farm house that didnt have any AC so she would do that often, and I myself do it too. 6. If you have long hair, tie that shit up high on your head. Be it in a ponytail, a bun or a high braid. Neck sweat is already awful enough without your hair clinging to your skin. 7. Rinse your bras so you can wear them longer before chucking them in the wash. Yea your underboob sweat is gonna get ten times worse Im so sorry 8. If you have disabilities that make you weak in heat, like POTs for example, keep a chair close by so you can quickly sit. If you use a cane, be aware palm sweat can make your grip slip so wrap some cloth or fibre around the handle. etc. Please, people who have disabilities and live in hot areas, add on your tips!

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[sadmusicprincess]

are you crazy for me ? - sim jaeyun ────୨ৎ────

┃your boyfriend can get a little possessive over you when other guys give you attention.

꒰ tw ꒱ : p in v, choking, random guy is kinda a creep but not a creep ?, petnames used (like every story lol), cursing, threatening (not towards reader !)

enjoy !! wc : 2,629

you and jake attended your close friends party, it was pretty fun and jake seemed to be having a good time as well, he had went to get you two some drinks while you were seated on a couch.

you were sitting down, reapplying some lipgloss when a guy walked over. "that dress is real pretty on you" the guy said with a stupid smirk wiped on his face. "oh thanks" you say turning around looking for jake.

"can I join you?" the guy said already plopping down next to you. you shifted moving a little further away. he began to spark up a conversation with you, it wasn't so bad until he asked you to leave with him. before you could answer, your boyfriend did for you.

"she's actually good" jake said with two drinks in his hand, staring down at the man seated on the couch. "and who are you to answer for this pretty lady?" the guy said, raising his eyebrow at jake. he place his hand on your lower thigh and said "you know him baby ?" jake lost it and threw the drinks and punched the guy. he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the house looking dumb founded still processing everything.

the car ride was silent on the way home. you could see jake gripping the steering wheel and his jaw clenching. once you reached the house and you both got to the bedroom, jake walked over to you with his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

"I'm gonna ask you this and please answer truthfully" Jake said sighing. "were you also flirting with that guy" he said with his eyes almost watering. "jake no! of course not" you said looking at him with wide eyes. he let out a sigh of relief and hugged you. "I'm so crazy about you, I may have overreacted I'm sorry baby" jake said kissing your neck and reaching to unzip your dress, "can I make it up to you?" he went on to say as he kept kissing your neck and began to undress himself.

you nod your head yes and stand up to let jake completely remove the dress. "you're perfect" he said pulling you close kissing your stomach. jake laid you down on the bed with his hands on your hips. "you ready ?" he says before thrusting into you slowly. you moan out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure.

jake finds the scene to be amusing, "he could never make you feel like this baby, only me. say it" he says thrusting roughly as his hand starts to wrap around your neck, slightly squeezing. "you jake, only you. its all yours. i'm all yours" you moan out.

jake lets go of your neck and kisses you as you both finish. he lays down next to you catching his breath before saying, "fuck that guy, if I ever catch him around you again, i'll kill him." you give a soft smile before dozing off in his arms.

[dontpulloutman]

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singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: "HOW DID IT END" PART 3 !! my fav messy couple is BACK kinda busy, kinda anxious abt some life stuff rn BUT ITS NOT GONNA STOP ME FROM MY MUSE!VERSE THOUGHTS so here's an update! :)

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yourinstagram my new album, AFTERGLOW, is available now!

if there's anything the past year has taught me it is that everything happens for a reason, and everything will fall into place. thanks to @.jackantonoff and @.aarondessner for helping me write and produce for this project. my words will remain as they are if it isn't for you musical geniuses. a special thanks to my muse, the first person i play my songs to, and to my beloved @.edenbrolin and @.ynsister the second and third people i play my songs to.

to the fans, (yes i've seen the tweets) i hope you like this one! 🤍

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live4yn ICON BEHAVIOR

ollietripps OK! re-scheduling my entire life rn

sunshinezyn oh god she sees our tweets...

ezrramil3z im so excited for the TEAAAAA we're gonna get

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yourinstagram bejeweled BTS pics! 🤩🎉 thank you so much for the overwhelming support you gave AFTERGLOW 🥹🤍 as a little treat, here's a bunch of pics i took on the set of the bejeweled music video! HUUUUUGE thanks and kisses to the amazing laura dern for accepting to be part of my lil music video. thank you to the BEAUTIFUL miss dita von teese for being patient with my clumsy and uncoordinated self. to este, alana, and danielle, my closest friends. we might not be sisters in this life, but we can be horrible step-sisters to each other in another one. this is the THIRD!!! time i directed my own music video. i think i did good 😜💃 AFTERGLOW IS AVAILABLE ON STREAMING NOW!

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yntruther they really are back together...

midn1ghtz LEWIS PULLMAN!!???!?!?

sunkissed if i spoke... i might get cancelled

bl4ckd0g has anyone also read the variety interview??? insane reveal btw

judefpg what was in it? bl4ckd0g yn revealed that her co-writer for the song "afterglow" (carroll ross) is actually lewis judefpg WHAT??? bl4ckd0g YEAH twt is so shocked rn

dakotajohnson GORGEOUS LADY! Amazing video, breathtaking album! Miss you a lot xx

ynsmidnight the yn and lew pic is so funny she's all dressed up for the vid and he's in his usual fit lmao they're like ... barbie and trucker ken

abbottranch THOSE FUCKIN SUNGLASSES ARE HAUNTING ME ynsmidnight he has a fave sdhjkfjksd

ynsonly this album ACTUALLY gave me whiplash. im shaking my ass to bejeweled one second and then crying to the voice note version of MBOBHFT in the next

v0idedbob HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND THAT WAS THE WORST PART ynsonly i cry every time i hear it v0idedbob when she said "it sounds sad cos its on piano, but also because im just sad in general" at the start of the voice note .... I WAS CLENCHING MY BUTTCHEEKS IN PREPARATION ynsonly NO COS THAT UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL ISNT GONNA HIDE HOW FUCKIN SAD THE SONG IS GIRL

aftergl0wed MOTHERRRRRRR

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[bucketsofmonsters]

Hello my dears, I am back from the dead again with a few updates.

First, within the next few weeks I will be done with a new monster fic!! It’s eight chapters long and I will be posting it weekly as soon as it’s done. I'm very excited about it!!

Also, I also plan on writing fanfic for a game called Date Everything. To be completely honest, the fic will be lower quality than my usual work bc I don't want to spend a million years making it and I want it to be a fun little project. Out of curiousity, is that something you guys would want to see on here or should I keep it to my ao3?

[reminiscingthesea]

Part three of yandere stalker Phainon x nerdy reader !!

A/N- i don’t know how many times I’m gonna say this, but ty guys sm for all the support and love ive been receiving under comments!! I really enjoy reading them!!

Warning- Contains smut, reader is inexperienced, insecure thoughts, foul language, manhandling, AFAB reader

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It had been some time since that incident, and it was safe to say, you were truly shaken to your core. Luckily, your boyfriend best friend Phainon was here to help keep yourself safe during such difficult times. He walked with you to your lectures, even if it meant being late to his, he accompanied you whenever you went out, especially at later hours, he messaged you everyday, asking things like how you were, what you ate, if he needed to come over, if you needed a cry or a laugh. The two of you spent hours on the phone, too. Going to sleep on call and waking up to burning hot phones and a time reader that read- “7:46:50”- He was truly too good for you, and it made you doubt yourself. Did he truly like you? Was he still giving mixed signals? Was he doing this out of the kindness of his heart, or because he felt as though he had a duty to as your best friend?

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“.. Phainon, you’re too good to me- taking me out to dinner at such an expensive restaurant and not letting me pay you back? I really don’t deserve this, your kindness..” You spoke timidly, keeping your eyes down on your plate of delicious, well seasoned food- which was lobster Thermidor with a side of cute, buttery bread buns that were oh-so soft. You felt a small rush of heat dust onto the skin of your cheeks as Phainon gently interlocked his hand with yours from the other end of the table, leaning his head down to get a glimpse of your face, a small, loving smile gracing his lips.

“C’mon, don’t say that.. we’ve grown so close together over these past few months, and it’s nearly the end of the semester, you know I like treating you to nice places for dinner.” He spoke softly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, before continuing. “I like treating my closest to dinner, and you’re very close to me, [Name]. Never forget that.”

You looked at him with slightly widened eyes now, taking in his deep words. Was this his way of confessing his love for you? No, it couldn’t be. Phainon treats all of his friends to lunch and dinner, but not normally at a price like this..

“I don’t know what to say, Phainon.. I’m so, so grateful to you, you’ve helped me so much. But please listen to me. Don’t waste your time on someone like me. You deserve someone better, prettier, outgoing- I just make things awkward between us since I’m not as chatty with you, I..” Sighing shakily, you looked at him with tears welling in your eyes. “Just please, tell me how I could ever repay you.. you’ve saved my life countless of times, I’m truly indebted to you..”

Phainon looked back at you with an equally as sad look, he looked like a kicked puppy who was left in the rain by its owner.

“I understand that such traumatic events will alter your view on your worth, make you feel bad about yourself. But [Name], when I tell you that you truly mean so much to me, I mean it. You don’t have to believe me right now, but I’ll wait. Albeit, sadly. But as long as it takes, I’ll wait.” How he wanted to confess to you right then and there on the spot, but he himself had his own doubts that he just couldn’t wrap his head around as to why he had them.. he had removed every obstacle in his way- your bullies, Mydei, danger- and had your trust and respect for him. So why now was he so hesitant? Was all of this for nothing? Was he worried you’d reject him due to your beliefs on how he’s too good for you?

Even then though, he had a small thought at the back of his head that told him ‘Don’t confess, and you’ll only hurt her more.’

You could only nod and carry on with the rest of your dinner, a somber, dejected look on your face, and he copied too. The rest of your dinner was awkward to say the least. Neither of you looked each other in the eyes, only sneaking quick glances when the other wasn’t looking, nor did the two of you talk, until the bill came- to which Phainon paid the whole sum of 10,500 credits, as you gave him a pouty look from across the table.

As the two of you walked out and begun making your ways back to campus, you clutched his wrist delicately.

“Phainon. I promise to pay you back, okay? Just don’t reject it, please..”

To this, Phainon could only laugh quietly and turn to face you fully. ‘You could pay me back with your love’ he thought to himself as he began speaking.

“Oh, fine. Since you’re so stubborn and such a sweetheart, I’ll let you pay me back. But! At a discounted price of 50% off. I don’t make the rules.”

You sputtered slightly and shook him, shaking your head.

“50%?! I can’t pay you back only 50% of the money you spent on me today!” You exclaimed, a crazed expression on your face as you tried to get him to change his price to a higher one.

“Oh? 50% isn’t a good enough percentage? Oh fine, since you’re such a good negotiator, I’ll let you pay me a maximum of 25%! A minimum of 0%, is allowed though.” He teased lightly, winking and grinning as he saw your face morph into a more frustrated one.

Suddenly, you shoved a bunch of credits to his chest and grabbed his hands to clutch them

“Look. I wanna do something nice for you to pay you back. I won’t let you win this either- so just take the credits and this’ll all be over.” You concluded confidently, as the pair of you reached your campus’ entrance and walked right in. You had a dead-set, stubborn look on your face as you walked back to your dorm, and Phainon could only laugh in adoration as he stuffed the credits into his wallet.

“Oh alright fine! You win! I’ll stop ruffling your feathers and let you pay me back tenfold. But just know, I’m gonna be spending even more money on you next time! And ah-ah-ah! Don’t even think about taking it as an opportunity to pay me back even more, I won’t let it happen!” He declared loudly in the otherwise empty hallway besides the two of you standing outside your dorm room. ‘He’s so perfect..’ you pondered to yourself quietly, before flashing him a small, sweet smile. But there was a hint of sadness behind it, and Phainon saw.

But before Phainon could talk to you further, you quickly said your goodbyes and waved him off, before disappearing into your dorm room.

Phainon stood there, an unreadable look on his face as he stared at the now closed door in front of him. How badly he wanted to break that door down and make you love him just as he loved you. But he simply, couldn’t bring himself to do so.

How pathetic of him.

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Sitting at his desk, he opened his computer screen to monitor your activities through the camera in your room. It was something he hadn’t done as often as before, considering how much closer the two of you became over these last few weeks. Though, he made a mental note to sneak in another camera from a different part of your room, just for better… angles. The mirror might be a good option!

However, the sight that absolutely blessed his dirty little eyes of faux purity, was truly a sight to behold.

It was you, on your bed, with nothing but a shirt on. Your panties were long discarded on the floor, and so too was your bra, assuming it was the soft blue pair of underwear laying on the floor just a few meters from his bed.

Immediately, blood rushed to his cock as he pulled it out from his shorts, quickly rubbing his hand up and down over its generous length, his thumb gently teasing his tip, the same way he gently rolled it against the back of your hand before. His mouth agape, eyes lidded as he continued watching the footage reverently.

But what got him really going, was when you brought two fingers to your pussy, which he obviously couldn’t see considering the camera’s placement on your headboard behind your bed. But it had an elevated view, so he saw how the two fingers gently eased their way into your cunt slowly, whilst your thumb teased at your clit.

“F-fuck..! fuck, so- mmghh…” You moaned softly, rocking your hips to no specific beat, as your finger on your bud worked harder to provide more stimulation. But after a few moments, your loving moans turned into whines and whimpers of frustration and sadness. Phainon, who was edging himself to hear your moans, heard this change, causing a pout to adorn his gracious face.

“Oh, [Name].. you must be having so much trouble trying to please yourself… if only I was th-“

“If only you were here, Phainon… you’d make me feel so good….”

Oh.

oh.

To this, Phainon immediately stood up from his desk, eyes widening and face flushing. The shock was enough to send him over the edge, cum spewing onto the table in front of him. He bent over the table, his head tilted upwards to look at his computer’s screen as you continued your strings of moans of pleasure, but also sadness. He began rubbing his cock, now hot, sticky, and even harder, much faster now, your moans and his creating a beautiful symphony.

Finishing with a gasp, he buried his face in his arms, breathing heavily. However, you were still touching yourself, moaning weakly, trying to reach your peak of pleasure like the guy behind the camera, but nothing.

“..Poor [Name].. unable to please herself without my guidance?..” He whispered softly to himself, slowly getting up to his full height and looking down at the computer screen of you pathetically trying to please yourself, whilst also murmuring degrading comments about yourself in the process.

“Nobody gets to hurt what I love. Not even yourself.. I will show you my love for you, [Name].. I’ve been stupid enough to deprive you of it for so long…” His fingers gently caressed your form on his computer screen, a hint of sadness behind them.

He knew what he had to do. He had to show you his soaring love for you, a love that knew know bounds, a love that he starved of you by his own insecurities. He hurt you, and he was going to change that.

He began cleaning his desk.

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You sobbed pathetically into your pillow, you couldn’t do it. God, you were so bad at everything, even at pleasing your own cunt. You couldn’t even do it yourself, you needed someone- someone who you probably doesn’t even like you-. Feeling the wetness of your cunt beneath your ass now, you let out a shaky sigh, on the verge of bursting into even louder cries of frustration and disappointment.

Amidst your tantrum, you heard loud, firm knocks on your dorm room’s door. Scrambling to get your clothes back on, you messily made it to the door, not caring about your appearance besides having some clothes on. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed and wet with tears, your lips and legs quivering as you opened the door to see Phainon.

“P-Phainon- I’m sorry I don’t look good-“

“Let me in, [Name]. We need to talk.”

He pushed himself past you as you closed the door, before his hand met your wrist and pulled you close to him, pinning you against the wall near a table. Your vision became blurry as your eyes darted across the room in shock. Phainon’s hand cupped your face, turning it to face him fully as he spoke.

“I’ve held this for too long. [Name], I love you. I’ve loved you this entire time. And I know you love me too, you were just too scared to say it. Ever since… ever since we met, I’ve always thought about you, the things we’d do together as a couple. Kisses, romantic dates, cute things.. I need you. And you need me too. You’re perfect for me, and I’m perfect for you.” His voice was quiet and husky as he spoke, his face so close to yours, your lips almost touching his as he spoke. Your eyes widened, tears brimming in them once more, your mouth agape.

“Ph..Phainon.. I love you- I love you so much- you don’t know how happy I am to hear this I-“ Without thinking, you crashed your lips against his, capturing him in a soft kiss. You’ve never kissed anyone before, but this felt right, as he reciprocated just as fervently. Phainon then deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he pinned you harder against the wall, his knee coming up between your legs, his hand tangling into your hair.

You could only moan softly in response as you grinded needily, helplessly, against his knee, seeking the pleasure you’ve been so starved of all this time. With a few deep gasps of air from you and him, his mouth took refuge on your neck, his head burying in the crook of it as he mouth began sucking and leaving large love marks on the soft skin.

“Gonna show you my love for you, yeah? Gonna fuck it into you for being such a good girl and waiting all this time for me..” He picked you up off the floor, your arms wrapping around his neck, as your legs wrapped around his waist, before carrying you back to your room.

He laid you down on your bed carefully, before peeling your clothes off, one by one. His touch was worshipping, reverent, his eyes never leaving yours. He smiled softly to himself as he took your pants off, breaking his gaze with yours as he glanced at your panties, the same light blue ones that were discarded on the ground just a few minutes ago.

As he peeled off your panties, revealing your glistening cunt to him, he threw it aside, along with the rest of your discarded clothes on the floor besides the bed. He took his shirt off, making way for his muscular, defined torso and body. You swore you saw stars in that moment, heat creeping up onto your face as your hand unconsciously lifted up to caress the firm skin there. Phainon chuckled, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Like the view?” He teased playfully, a smug, but loving grin on his face as your eyes met with his once more. He lightly took your hand and interlocked it with his, before coming back down on you and kissing you softly, his hair tickling your cheeks as he did so. Whilst you were so caught up with the kiss, you didn’t catch his free hand running up your thigh, creeping near towards your ever growing, wet pussy, teasing the sensitive flesh around it.

You squirmed as his toned, but slim fingers began teasing the entrance of your cunt’s hole, almost rimming it with the pad of his fingers, before gently siding them in.

“Phainon!~” You gasped sweetly, holding onto his hand tighter as his fingers worked their magic within the gummy walls of your hole. Your hips jerked slightly as his thumb rubbed the ever-so sensitive bud of your clit in circular motions. He smirked to himself as he felt your walls tighten so nicely around his fingers, it almost made him cum again, as he thought of how much tighter you’d wrap yourself around his needy, greedy cock later on. But he had to prepare you first. After all, what’s love without passion and care?

His fingers then began increasing the speed of their thrusts, curling up gorgeously within you, hitting such sweet spots, making you squirm and whimper in pure pleasure. Tears began flooding the shape of your eyes once more, moans being robbed from your throat as his thumb worked even quicker ministrations against your clit. The knot deep within you grew tighter, so so tight, about to snap- until his fingers curled deeply and hitting a sensitive spot in you- before you moaned his name loudly- squirting and coming undone right then and there, all over his hand.

You saw white for a few moments, your gaze glassy as you came back to reality through Phainon’s hand gently stroking your arm.

“Look at you.. so needy and desperate for me.. you squirt like a whore, but you seem inexperienced” He mused to himself, basking in how your expression changed from pure ecstasy to embarrassment and slight shame.

“I am inexperienced, so what? You think someone like me’s gotten game before..?” You replied hastily, a slight bite behind your tone as you spoke, to which, Phainon only smiled apologetically.

“I’m not shaming you, I’m more than honoured to be your first. I’ll never let you forget this.”

He pulled his fingers out, which were now coated in your secretions and slick, before licking them clean, ravishing the taste. Then, he pressed a chaste kiss against your cheeks and lips, as his head began pressing sweet kisses along your collarbones, going down, down, down, until his face was met with your sopping, heavenly pussy. He’s always wanted to taste you like this. Make you squirm in delight and pleasure as his tongue would work wonders against the skin of your beautiful cunt.

He didn’t wait for a response as he dived right in, his warm tongue coming out and rolling against your clit, making you jerk your hips up again in delight and satisfaction. He roughly held them down with his hands on each bone, before lifting your legs up over his shoulders for better access. He revelled in the way your thighs tightened around his neck, closing in as his tongue inserted itself into your dripping pussy’s hole, making quiet slurping noises against the flesh, bringing his hand back to stimulate your poor clit again. Your movements and squirms only made him eat you out quicker, more devoutly, aiming to please you and only you as you drew closer to falling over the edge.

“P-phainon- Phainon! I-I can fucking feel it I- please..” He could tell you were coming closer to the edge once more, and the ministrations of his tongue and fingers only quickened in response. Your hand gripped onto his pearly white locks tightly as you grew even closer to cloud nine. And then, with a sharp jerk of your hips against his head, you came all over his mouth with a loud cry, throwing your head back in delicious pleasure, your hips grinding against him as his tongue obediently lapped against your pussy, taking in all of your smooth, rich, sweet cum, coating his lips like lip gloss. He hesitantly pulled away from the comfort and warmth of your pussy and legs, carefully setting them back down on the bed, caging him in, his hand caressing the soft skin of your trembling thighs.

“You taste amazing.. you need a taste of yourself.” He whispered against your ear now, bringing his head up and kissing you again, your essence invading your tastebuds; a foreign taste.

“Phainon, wanna make you feel good too..” You spoke sweetly, getting up and pushing Phainon down into a sitting position. He moved to a side of your bed, as you got off and got onto your knees, beginning to remove his pants hastily.

“Someone’s desperate” He teased again, spreading his legs for your better access as you pulled his pants down, now staring at the giant bulge protruding through his boxers. You then pulled them down, before being met with his girthy, thick, big cock, which bobbed against his abs. In a nervous daze, you grabbed it with you hand softly, kissing the angry red tip that leaked sweet precum all over it.

“It’s really big..” You whimpered, slowly stroking his length, tightening your hand around it for more pleasure. Phainon laughed faintly, grabbing onto your hair, his grip tightening slightly as you jerked him off faster, his head lolling back a little.

“Gonna make you feel good too..” You promised, before slowly taking in his whole dick in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out from his great size, as it filled up your throat. With soft gags and moans, you began sucking him off, tightening your mouth and throat around him and bobbing your head up and down.

To this, Phainon moaned your name loudly, throwing his head back as he pushed his length further down your throat, pushing your head deeper, his grip on your hair becoming even stronger. Just as he dreamed, you looked up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes of yours as you’d suck him off, mouth full of him, your sounds of struggle and gags playing a part in sending him over the edge.

“Fuck.. you suck cock like a whore too, you’re so- fuck, ah~.. good at this, aren’t you? I’ll p-pay you back… tenfold-“ He uttered loudly as he was nearing his peak of pleasure. Feeling his cock pulsate in your throat, you tried sucking him off faster, until his thick, warm, gooey cum filled your mouth, to which you immediately gagged at, taking his cock out your mouth and gagging slightly. The taste wasn’t something you were used to, of course not. So as you coughed up the cum, Phainon lifted you up off your legs and onto his lap, rubbing your back as you coughed up.

“Shh.. you sucked me off so fucking good. Wanted to make me feel all good too? What a sweetheart, hm?.. You want my cock to fuck your sensitive, tight pussy? Yeah?” He continued praising you as he moved the two of you back to the head of the bed. He was now sitting beneath you as your hands met with the headboard above your bed, your face leaning right next to the camera there.

But he wasn’t worried about that right now, as your legs caged him by the his sides next to his hips, your pussy just above his cock.

“P-Phainon.. what if it doesn’t fit?” You asked worriedly, now taking in his full length with your eyes as you looked down at him and his cock, your eyes meeting his face, which had a look of love and affection painted onto it.

“You’ll be fine, you’ll take me in just good, y’hear?”

With enough reassurance, Phainon held your hips as you slowly, carefully, aligned your cunt’s entrance with the head of his cock, and gently lowered yourself onto it. You cried out as he stretched you out, feeling his whole size fill you up within a matter of seconds. And once you had fully engulfed his cock, you bottomed out, crying in pleasure, almost about to cum just from the feeling of his cock inside you.

“See, taking me like a champ. Now, start riding me, just move your hips like that- yes, fuck.. you’re so good…”

You rocked your hips, moving up and down on his cock, pants of pleasure coming out of your mouths, your own eyes rolling back at the pleasure as you rode him. You sped up your riding to let him cum quickly, still eagerly wanting to please him just as he did with you before. As he moaned in pleasure and held your hips with a bruising grip, he looked up at you with pure reverence and admiration in his eyes. The way your eyes rolled back, or closed in pleasure and determination, the way your hair fell over your face, the way you bit your lip in pleasure, trying to hold back your moans.

But he could see you were growing restless and tired as you bounced and rode him quickly, trying to make him feel good.

“Phai..non.. I’m so tired- I’m sorry- couldn’t make you feel good..” You sobbed pathetically, your voice soft as you sniffled in familiar frustration, the ache in your thighs and hips growing less dull and quiet, and more pronounced and intense.

At this Phainon shushed you gently, coaxing you to move a bit and change your position, so that you weren’t hunched over the headboard, and instead, sitting over him, cock stilled within you. He then, without a word, lifted you effortlessly by your hips, as if taking you off his cock, before slamming you right back down onto it, his tip now hitting the spongey sweet spot within you. You threw your head back in shock and surprise, a cry of pleasure ripping from your throat as tears ran down your cheeks, your mouth agape. But he wasn’t done, as he now kept moving you up and down manually on his cock, feeling his high coming back, as well as yours with how you tightened around him in the cuddling embrace of your slick, warm, gummy walls. Even louder moans and cries sounded from you, all the more desperate and pleasing as you both drew closer. His groans mixed with your cries like a hymn sung by the divine angels above.

Then, with a final upwards thrust of his hips into you, you collapsed over him, both of you cumming onto one another. He felt your warm cum coat his cock, as his own thick seed painted your walls comfortably. Panting against his chest, you couldn’t help but grind weakly against him in overstimulation and tire, moaning tiredly.

Phainon breathed out a sigh of relief and pleasure, before lifting your head up to look up at him.

“We’re not.. we’re not done yet. You’re gonna feel every last bit of my love for you, [Name].”

With that, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, so that you were beneath him once more. He grabbed your limp feet and put them over his shoulders as he inserted his dick into you once more, eliciting a loud moan from you in response. He interlocked his hands with yours as he fucked you like this, taking pure delight and pleasure in the way your face contorted into a bonny look of delectable bliss. Your tongue lolled out as your eyes rolled back yet again, sweet, pornographic moans ringing out from deep within your throat as he fucked you hard and fast. You truly could feel the love behind his hard thrusts as he hit you in all the right spots with his greedy, monstrous cock, which would elicit even louder moans from you. You cried out in even more overstimulating pleasure as you came again, shattering into pieces as he placed a soft kiss against your one of your ankles next to his head on his shoulder, making you squeeze around him like a glove.

And then, just as he was about to cum in you, he pulled out and spew his release all over your tits with a laugh, painting your pretty breasts with his load.

“Oh dear.. I’ve made such a mess, haven’t I? I’m so clumsy, let me clean it up for you..” He voiced, his tone mocking and playful as he leaned down and stuck his pink tongue out once more, before licking and sucking one of your nipples clean from his cum, fondling and tweaking the other with his other hand.

“A-ah!~ Haah..~ Phai- fuck!… Phainon please-!~” You sobbed out, unable to take even more pleasure and satisfaction as he sucked on your sensitive nipple, pulling it out with a satisfying ‘pop!’, creating a more reddish colour to its skin, before moving onto your other tit, licking it clean of his cum as you whined his name arousing-ly. It was all enough to make you cum again with an exhausted cry, your back arching upwards off the bed.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, [Name], my perfect girl.. love you so much, doll.. you tired now?..” He asked hotly against the shell of your ear again, peppering sweet kisses against the skin near it. Unable to speak properly, you simply nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down next to you on the bed, cuddling him and letting his warmth comfort you, as the smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air around you. But the two of you didn’t care at the moment, only holding each other, with Phainon spooning you and rubbing your sore legs.

After a while, you both came back to your senses from your dazes on cloud nine, looking at each other with love in your eyes.

“I love you, Phainon..”

You cupped his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks and squishing them, making his lips pucker out. You kissed his silly looking lips, and Phainon could only smile in response.

“I love you too, [Name]. But right now, we have to clean ourselves up, we stink.” He joked lightly, his tone now taking up its more lighthearted and bright side. He giggled as you whined about being too tired and sore to move.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you, silly” He then picked you up delicately in a princess carry, taking you to your bathroom and setting you down on the edge of the bathtub, before turning the water on and filling it up with warm water. He then, with your permission, added in some of your bath soak- a sweet vanilla scent- and mixed it all in until the water turned all bubbly and pretty. Dipping you in first and following through, with a sigh of satisfaction at the warm water, he pulled you towards him and let the warm water soothe both of your aches and sore spots.

“Thank you..” You mumbled quietly, giggling as he started washing your hair for you with your bottle of shampoo, following suit with his own hair.

“You’re gonna smell like vanilla and strawberries once you get out of here, Phainon” You joked playfully, causing him to pinch your cheek softly

“I wouldn’t mind. At least I’d be able to have your scent all over me where ever I go”

Laughing quietly, you let him pamper you, massage the knots and kinks from your back and thighs as the two of you would wash each other. Each of you putting the other’s hair into a soft bun as the conditioner was added in.

“You look silly, Phainon” You giggled, seeing the tiny ball of sopping white hair sit atop his head due to him having shorter hair than yours.

“Only for you, my love” He responded, kissing the top of your head and tucking it into his chest as the two of you sat in the heat of the warm waters.

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After some time, Phainon got out to clean up the mess you two had made on your bed- to which you protested until he’d simply shut you up with a kiss and tease you about how cold it was outside the water. Not before long, he came back into the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and another in his hand. Picking you up, he patted you dry with the towel, with teasing, lingering touches in some areas, and wrapping the towel around your form, leading you to your now spotless, fresh smelling room.

“Sorry, I don’t have any clothes for you..” You spoke ashamedly as he helped you dress up into some lighter clothes now, to which he only responded by smiling slightly.

“I’ll be fine with wearing my other clothes, unless, you want me to sleep naked?” He now had a smug little grin on his face, but you knew his words held no actual lust behind them as his eyes were full of a familiar kindness and love.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind the view, but I don’t want you waking up with a fever in the morning.”

And with that, you were both cuddling in your now cleaned bed with new sheets and all. He had his sweatpants on from before, as well as his shirt, and you had your comfy pajamas on. He spooned you as he did before, tucking your head under his chin in the crook of his neck as you drifted off slowly to the feeling of his soft, pink lips peppering sweet kisses all over your face, his legs and arms tangled with yours.

“I love you, [Name]. I’m so glad everything worked out in the end..” He breathed out, before succumbing to the land of dreams himself, feeling the nighttime air of the open window gently making its way in and cooling down your room.

You were all his now, as he has always been yours from the start.

[gf2bellamy]

how do you think dad spencer would deal with all his hygiene phobias with a kid ?? personally picturing him putting on a brave face and telling himself its fine when his daughter pulls on her rain boots and asks him to jump in muddy puddles with her (but internally hes freaking out and planning to spend like 2 hours in the shower afterwards)

this kind of turned into a drabble. i love girldad!spencer too much

spencer definitely puts on a brave face.

that’s his instinct especially around his daughter. and he knows, logically, that dirt isn’t always dangerous. he knows germs are part of life.

but none of that knowledge prepares him for the moment his daughter tugs on his hand and points with excitement at a huge puddle on the sidewalk.

“daddy, let’s jump!”

his brain short-circuits. bacteria. parasites. the idea of her catching a cold. he bites the inside of his cheek, hard and takes a breath. at first, his concern is completely about her. he kneels down, trying to redirect.

“hey, honey, look over there. that’s a robin’s nest, see the bird?”

but she’s not even looking. her eyes are still locked on that brown puddle. he hesitates, then sighs and lets go of her hand.

“okay. just be careful,” he manages.

she squeals in delight and jump into the puddle. spencer flinches when a drop of muddy water lands directly on his pants. he tries not to show it. smiles through clenched teeth.

his stomach is doing somersaults, but her laughter is worth it. she’s happy. she’s safe. that’s what matters.

but then she turns. “daddy, come on! jump with me!”

his heart actually stops. “oh, uh—no, that’s okay, you go ahead, i'm just gonna watch—”

“daddy,” she says again, tugging at his hand, bottom lip poking out in a pout that’s both manipulative and completely innocent. she's stubborn just like him.

he swallows hard. internally he’s screaming. crying. calculating the bacteria count per square inch of street water.

but she’s smiling at him like he hung the moon. so he steps forward.

one boot, then the other, and then he jumps. a weak little hop, barely a splash. but it counts. she laughs so hard she almost falls over.

she grabs his hand and demands they do it again. and again. and again.

and for a while his daughter's giggles drown out the panic. he still hates how wet his socks feel. still cringes every time the cold water soaks up higher on his pants.

but he’s laughing now, too. just a little.

by the time they get home, his daughter is yawning and dragging her boots. as soon as they walk inside and he sees the mud streaked across his legs, that’s when the reality slams back in.

“okay, bath time,” he says quickly, voice pitched high. “for me. i mean.”

before you can even ask him if he had fun, he’s gone, practically sprinting to the bathroom, peeling off clothes on the way. you call after him, but all you get is a shouted, “i’m okay! i’m okay!” followed by the sound of the shower on full blast.

you blink, confused until you look down and see the trail of wet footprints and two soaked, dirty boots. your daughter is grinning up at you, soaked from the knees down, her curls frizzy from the rain.

“what did you do to daddy?” you ask, laughing softly as you kneel to unzip her coat.

“he jumped in the puddles with me,” she says proudly. “he was so good at it!”

you smile, heart warm. “i’m sure he was.”

meanwhile, in the bathroom, spencer is scrubbing like a man possessed. there are three different soaps in rotation. he’s mentally cataloging every spot where water hit him.there’s a little voice in his head whispering that he’ll probably need to disinfect his shoes and maybe even the doorknob.

but underneath all the panic, there’s a flicker of joy.

because despite the dirt and the germs, he made his daughter laugh. and he’ll do it again tomorrow if she asks.

[kremblor]

Honestly I love the way they did this. Like could the show have gone further and shown the desperation (a la Battlestar Galactica style) ... sure ... but the food situation (and the replicator/holodeck rations along with material scrounging gives us hints).

But here is the thing ... we start the series with Tom and his "tomato soup" "there are " "plain tomato soup" - a clear blatant example of just how much information/recipes the replicator holds for a single thing. No, really, consider coffee, black (but how precisely what TYPE of coffee - what style beans, Earth beans or some other species? The ground style? The brew style? Etc etc) or even Picards "Earl Grey, hot). We do get a bit of "as its their usual the computer knows from voice which" explained elsewhere (off screen or in a book or whatever) but that still has to be programmed in for each person per system (ship, base, home, office, etc).

So, the moment Voyager is dealing with a resource deficiency much of the reliance comes from that pre-programed main preference or Neelix for the food. You aren't gonna use your rations up just because basically. And what does Neelix do?

We get told in show a few times he actually looks into the crews history and background. Listens to their stories ("one stack of banana pancakes coming right up" - he replicates it but he does it, and likely the kitchen has a bit more ration use so its not wasting individual ration). Like, i may dislike certain aspects to Neelix's character but that's more the writers choice to not show the growth there. This man looked up crew holidays and cooked meals for them. "This vulcan holiday is celebrated with plomeek soup, rather bland for me but here ya go". He put together events and everything for the crew to keep the morale going - providing the food for it. Was it always great food ... no. But he worked to learn their traditions and cultures so he could bring them a taste of home.

We also get the whole "attempts to steal mushrooms so Chakotay can make mushroom soup" at the beginning of the show. Janeway may not have been "captain chef" (which honestly not just her - Picard and Kirk also weren't cooks, replicate fine sure but not cooks like Pike or Sisko. Don't even think Archer was shown to actually cook) ... but there are those on the crew who were and I like that the show indicates this sort of thing. That Neelix (and Kes with her plants) cared to help this crew along. That others knew how to cook, and likely did.

Tuvok we learn can bake (and likely more), Seven is capable as well, and obviously Chakotay. I guarantee there was at least a few times those 3 convinced Janeway to do a briefing in the mess hall "cook a nice meal for it" "it would only be logical to brew a pot of coffee-" "okay im convinced" .... just i love the food situation.

And that it is immediately presented in the show. Neelix and Kes are outsiders, not "crew", essentially accidentally rescued/caught up in their situation.... and instead of a "get us off this ship now" its a "let us come along, we can help, i can cook. Oh I can start you a garden". Immediately a "you'll definitely be needing resources and food along the way and we know this area plus bonus capable of providing the food and cooking it" - and its shown through Neelix that without him they might have accidentally gathered the wrong stuff and died (not really but it would have taken longer to test everything on ship for edibility - least with his guidance they can scan what he says is good and see if okay for them).

Anyways .... yeah I love the use of the food situation as a way of expressing the ships situation as a whole.

the food situation on voyager is so fucking dire compared to every other star trek series like their chef is cooking for a bunch of alien species he’s never encountered before and has no idea what their palates are like so he’s just throwing shit at a wall and hoping it sticks, they can barely use the replicators, and they can’t even go over to the captain’s quarters for a nice homecooked crew meal because unlike every other starfleet captain she’s so bad at cooking she can burn replicated water. that’s the real horror of the show tbh

[starboye]

"oh fuck matt" you arched your back into matts mouth, wanting more of whatever amazing pleasure he was giving you that was making the room spin and the thoughts melt out of your pretty little head "like that" he laughs rights against your folds making them vibrate a bit, a moan shooting out of your mouth

"keep going" you grab his hair and pull his face back to eating you out, his tongue doing wonders in between your legs, licking at your sensitive bud while while fucking in and out of you, his fingers making sure to keep your legs spread wide open for him

"fucking loves this shit so much" he lifts his head up to spit onto your already soaking wet folds before going back to devouring your pussy like there was no tomorrow, while one arm kept your kegs open the other hand landed hard smacks on your plush ass

big red handprints appearing on the spot that he will definitely apologize for later, the stubble of his beard was rubbing against the lower part of your pussy so much it made you want to cum on the spot but matt was making sure to ruin every chance for that to happen, just when you're about to cum pulling back and watching the shiny layer of tears coat your eyes

"please matt please i wanna cum" you beg, matt only letting out a slick chuckle, looking up at you with dark lustful eyes "but it's so fun seeing you all flustered and desperate" he pumps his fingers in and out of you to replace his mouth, curling them right where he knows you love most, your legs daring to snap shut but he keeps them open

"look at it, just glistening and shit, so fucking tasty and pretty" he lays a hard smack on your pussy making you yelp so he sticks his fingers in your mouth, watching you drool all over them while he continues smacking your wet folds "you gonna be a good slut" he asks pumping his fingers deeper "mhm mhm" you nod your head without even knowing half of what he was saying

you were so out of it you just wanted to cum so bad and so matt took care of it for you, bringing his mouth back down to resume eating you out with the help of his fingers, he was going so deep and it felt so good, your pussy tightening around his fingers before squirting all over his mouth which he eagerly licked up "fuck yeah baby" he huffed licking up the last little bit "you're so good" he kisses you with his still messy mouth

xoxo, starboye💋

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

TYRANT- J. MILLER

day twenty four of the june bug masterlist

pairing: older! dilf! joel x fem! reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: you're home for the summer and the local bar is having a western night- and a certain older cowboy catches your eye. good thing you know how to lasso them in and ride them good...

warnings: SMUT- reverse cowgirl ofc, heavy praise kink, petnames, swearing, size kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, joel lowkey mocking and being all condensending, truck sex in the parking lot (kinda exhibitionism?), heavy flirting and sexual tension, intoxication

this is inspired by the time my local bar was hosting a country night and i made a "cowboys only" tramp stamp... yeah

“tyrant every time i ride it, every time i ride it/ make it look so good, try to justify it- boy, i know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?/ ride it like hydraulics, i am such a tyrant"- tyrant, beyonce

It had started as a joke.

And then, it hadn’t.

You had no marks on your skin, free of ink. Except for the eyeliner that had been used instead, for tonight.

It was Western Wednesday at the local bar- the go to spot back home surrounded by hay bales and tumbleweeds. Without a question being asked, you and your group of girlfriends had gathered at your house to get ready, talking over each other with excitement, catching up as you had all retunited from time away at school.

After a few drinks had been tossed back and rollers had been placed in heads of hair, you brought up the idea. It was silly, and you couldn't get through it without bursting out in giggles.

What if… what if I got a tramp stamp? Just for the night?

It had ended with you flat on your stomach, your friend scribbling your request in pretty font, just above where your thong poked out from your low rise jeans.

Cowboys Only, with a little bow under it.

It was teasing.

Poking out from under your little tank top whenever you lifted your arms up, throwing your head back to laugh and dance with your girls.

And it had gotten you exactly where you wanted to be.

On top of an older cowboy.

He had taken his time before he approached you. Heavy, heated gaze latched onto your figure as you slid past the wooden swinging doors, chatting with your crowd. Your eyes had met his instantly. Heat pooled in your panties and you knew.

That one. I want that one.

He was older, you could tell by his weathered hands and salt and pepper hair that framed his deep, dark puppy dog eyes. That had narrowed in on you.

Like a predator had found its prey.

You waited. You never claimed to be easy, even though you had spent your time gushing about how attractive the stranger in the corner was to anyone who’d listen. You had always joked to your girls about how badly wanted an older man to sweep you off your feet one of these nights.

You hoped tonight was the night.

It had taken a drink or two for you to let yourself relax a bit more, to get used to the buzz of the chatter and the neon lights of the bar. It was then you could dance, swaying your hips seductively side to side, feeling his eyes on you as he sipped on his beer.

Observing the little font that graced your lower back.

Your eyes met his again as you made your way up to the bar, sliding up next to him as you ordered a whisky sour.

“What's a pretty lil thing like you doing here on a Wednesday night?” he murmured lowly, breath smelling like mint and tobacco.

You hummed, watching as the bartender made your drink. “Western night. I like the cowboys.”

His eyebrow raised, a ringless hand drumming the oak bartop.

“S’that so sweetheart?”

You smirked, turning to flip up your shirt, exposing the font, and a good chunk of your little thong in the process. He had already seen it, of course. You had felt his eyes on you the whole time you had danced for him.

“You haven't seen?” you giggled seductively, throwing him a flirtatious little wink as you grabbed your drink from the bartender, tossing him an extra tip as you took a sip.

The mystery man leaned in close, a hand slipping down to cup the dip of your spine. You savoured the touch, his large palm covering the ink, warm and soft as he gripped you in place.

“You’re playing a dangerous game darlin.” he grumbled, southern drawl sending a shiver down your spine.

You hummed. Teasing him, as you leaned more into his touch. Letting his hand slide down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze. Letting him be a disgusting pervert, when he knew he was so much better than that.

He was a gentleman. But you made him want to be anything but.

“How so sir?”

The name sent him spiralling. Fuck it.

“Because I’m twice your age, if not more darlin. And you’re making me think about dirty things.”

You battered your lashes at him, leaning down to rest your elbows on the bar, showing full cleavage. Doe eyes wide and innocent- while your actions were anything but.

“What things?”

“I wanna take you back to my truck and show you how a real man fucks. Cause I bet that pretty lil pussy hasnt been treated right by anyone your age.”

Well. That was the truth.

You wanted to find out what it was like, just once- to see where this could lead you. His dirty words sparked that flame in your lower belly, squeezing your thighs together.

Finishing your drink in one big swig, you slammed the glass down on the wood and whipped the remaining liquid that trickled from the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Well, what's stoppin you old man?”

゜✭・.・✫・゜ ゜✭・.・✫・゜

“Fuckkkkk. Joellll-” you moaned, gripping his thighs as you slid up and down. He was so fucking big he nearly split you in half. And it hurt so good.

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours honey, you know daddy doesn't like when you use dirty words.” he chuckled, admiring your pretty form swallow him up, a creamy ring formed around his base and grey pubes.

It took everything in you to not fold, your legs already quivering from the multiple orgasms he had given you already. Your brain felt incoherent.

“Mmm s’sorry I didn't mean to-”

“I know sweetheart, you're such a sweet girl. Heads just gone all dumb f’yer old man eh? Poor thing.” he cooed, taking your hair in his hands, tightening his grip on you.

Your head leaned back, still continuing to ride him in reverse cowgirl as he taunted you.

He was right. You hadnt been fucked like this before. And you never wanted to go back.

“Need s’help daddy please-” you cried, as you clenched around him again.

He knew your body like it was his own, making it sing and hum for him as he played it like an instrument. Despite him just meeting you tonight. He knew how to make you scream for him. Your voice was hoarse, and he could feel your legs start to quiver.

“Awh sweetheart I thought my lil cowgirl knew how to ride?”

You moaned as your pace was interrupted by his hips pummeling up into you, taking full control. Your back arched , your hair tugged on as if he was holding reins as you bounced from his thrusts.

Your nails dug into his thighs, a sharp cry leaving your lips that echoed off the fogged up windows of his pick-up.

“There you go darlin, just needed your daddy to help ya out yeah? My sweet girl just needed someone to take control of this tight lil cunny.” he whispered, a cocky smirk on his lips as he watched you squirm for him.

That damn ink flashed back at him- and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself for fulfilling the claim.

“S’good Joel, you feel so damn good…” you moaned, sweat trickling down your body, the smell of sex clinging to you like a second skin.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum again?”

“Please, need to-” He chuckled lowly.

“Go ahead baby. Askin so nicely, always with the manners. M’gonna keep a sweet thing like ya around, ya understand?”

You nodded feverlishy, cuming around his cock with a cry as it hit that one spot that had you seeing stars. Basked in the comfort of his strong hands as they left your hair, finding their way to rest on your hips.

“Joel..”

“M’almost there sweetheart, just gonna use you for a lil okay? That sound okay baby? You just sit there and be all pretty.”

He moaned, letting his head roll back as you clenched around him tightly, biting his lip so hard he almost tasted copper.

“Fuck you're so tight. Such a sweet little cunt. Knew she’d take me so good.”

A few more sloppy thrusts into you and he was spent, filling you up to the brim, cooing sweet nothings at your worn out frame. He had fucked you so hard you knew it was a closed case.

He was the only cowboy you wanted. 

[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS + BEING THEIR BENCHPRESS.

....because who doesn't want to be lifted by a really fit vigilante !!!!?????

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, dick grayson, tim drake, duke thomas

warning : mention of weight and bodies but it's not critical, but you're lit being lifted

note : thank you so much to the person who suggested it !!! we already had push-ups soooo this ties in perfectly !

note 2 : this is my first fic after a stupid long writer's slump, so sorry if it's a bit shit i will do better in the future !

BRUCE WAYNE.

watching bruce wayne work out ??? and you get it all to yourself ??? you thank the lord for it every day

you'd been trying to not bother him too much, but sometimes a person can't help themselves. each time he rested, the metal clanging against its holder as he dropped the bar, you pulled him from his flow

"that looks really difficult"

"i can't believe i get to just thirdwheel your workouts"

"what do you want for dinner?"

by the time he had put down the bar for the fourth time, you opened your mouth to speak, say something about how good he looked with his gelled hair coming out of its cast, the beads of sweat drooling down his temple, tracing collarbone and down to chest

but bruce cut you off

"hey, come here, will you?"

and who are you to say no to that ?

as you approached, bruce leaned back again on the bench, broad chest and big, toned arms all there on display

"what do you need me for?" you'd asked, belly bubbling in anticipation. you couldn't tell if you loved or hated how he had such a chokehold on you

bent slightly at the elbow, he raised his arms up

"want to push myself for my last set"

and, god, was he already sweating

with his help, you attempted to balance on his two large hands, calloused and certain.

though the world was not privy to it, this man was the vigilante detective who perused gotham city once the sun lowered beneath the industrial skyline

you trusted yourself in his hands; the flutter beneath your ribs never-ending as he lowered you down to his chest, and pressed you back into the air with ease

the weight he was using before had to have been tens more than what he was pushing now

DICK GRAYSON.

laughter trickled throughout the bedroom, sunlight beaming through the cracks in the blinds, opening in the sheer curtains

the product of what could only be the laziest of mornings, you'd found yourself hovering, quite literally, above your boyfriend

his legs had come out from under the sheets to hold you up, placed on your lower stomach to take most of your weight; the muscles in dick's arms were straining, extended up, fingers interlocked with yours

and, as you stared down at him, you could only muster more laughs, more giggles

something more nerves than anything

"i'm scared!" you pushed out past your grin

"i'm not gonna drop you," dick replied, laugh huffing past his own lips, tugged so tight in a toothy smile that dimples had etched into the plump flesh of his cheeks, dimples you weren't even sure he'd ever had before. "i promise!"

nerves shooting down your arms, you felt yourself wobble

and you were falling

it wasn't a long drop, nor a hard one,, dick brought his knees in to slow you down, arms coming around your shoulders, holding you in close to his bare chest

you hadn't fallen, it was more like he'd purposely pulled you in

with dick grayson, you could never tell purpose from accident, for they were all as flawlessly executed as each other

laughs spilled once more, yours and his mixing, like meeting chocolate and vanilla; an unbeatable match

"hold on, i want to try something..."

dick's arms squirmed from beneath you, pushing you up slightly

"does involve me being in a position to fall again?" you half-joked

although you trusted him, too much falling and you were sure you'd get some brain damage

"maybe"

without any further convincing, you were laying horizontally across dick's chest, his arms placed firmly beneath you, hands digging softly into skin

TIM DRAKE.

"we could totally do this," you hummed as you turned the phone screen towards him

tim's eyes flickered up from where they had been on his own phone, and the corner of his mouth immediately curled in a smile. "hell yeah, we'd break records"

those words quickly led to your phone perching against a stack of books on tim's desk, leaving an area of space in the middle of his room for your antics

you tapped the red record button and ran back to tim, where he stood a couple feet back

"okay, first things first, which one should we do? do you think you could deadlift me?" you asked, prepared to cut and splice the conversation between efforts once the filming finished

tim stood for a moment, index finger tracing his lips like he were deep in thought... "let's start with the trickier things first, so i won't struggle with them later. i'll bench you."

well, you weren't going to argue with that

you might get squashed when it's your turn to bench him, but you could still try

tim was quick to lay himself flat on his back, making sure he was comfortable, before he lifted his arms up, beckoning you over

of course you knew he was strong, but his lean, skinnier build did cast some doubt over you

with a breath, you attempted to stay rigid as you lay along his hands, his arms immediately beginning to tremor, just slightly

he could do this, of course he could do this

it's being filmed, he doesn't want to embarrass himself too badly

exhaling and inhaling softly, tim began to lower you down slowly, urging his legs to stay still on the ground

once you were so low your clothes brushed against his chest, he pushed up in a quick, though controlled movement

tim was the first one to react, half a gasp, half a laugh running through his throat, and you gave a cheer, clambering off him as safely as possible

perhaps it was the fact tim had been able to do it that gave you the bright idea, the shining courage, that had to shooting to the floor with haste

but as soon as you felt even half of tim's weight on one hand, barely even laying along the other, you could feel the air practically running from your lungs

if you were going to get crushed, at least it would be the man you still had a crush on

DUKE THOMAS.

day bleeding into night, duke found himself eating some dinner on the couch, half his attention on the meaty aroma, half his attention on what show to watch whilst he ate

a door closed somewhere else in the apartment — probably the bathroom — and you came rushing in, phone in hand

"do you think you could lift me?" you asked, causing duke to tear his eyes away from the modern family rerun he had stopped on, chewing coming to a stop

"yeah." he chewed a few more moments. "why?"

placing your phone on the coffee table, you spread your arms. "i mean, actually lift me!"

a breathy chuckle brushed duke's lips as he leaned forward to set down his plate and the remote, and climb to his feet

without another beat, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, just for a few seconds, before carefully placing you back down upon your feet

he moved to sit back down, but your voice stopped him

"that was great and all, but i mean lift. like lift me, like you're at the gym"

duke's eyebrows furrowed, though he stood back to his full height. "where on earth are you getting these ideas from?"

"the internet," you replied, like it were obvious, like it were funny

"so, what do you want me to do?"

"lie down on the ground"

"ground? really? i just started eating"

"then you'll work up your appetite, i want to see if you can bench me"

a more genuine laugh sounded now, and duke followed through, discarding his meal on the coffee table to lay down for you

when you balanced out upon his two hands, warm, safe, not going to falter, you soon began moving

there was never a doubt duke couldn't benchpress you, but you hadn't realised exactly how proficient he was going to be

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Mark Grayson x chubby male reader. I know that man loves them plump and chunky (confirmed in the comics 🙏) 100% a soft dom and yeah.

Again, got lost in the sauce. Think this is the last one. Crazy how I went from obsessing over Jason Duval to Mark, wonder who's next, find out in a couple of weeks

I'll see y'all in a month. Enjoy!

Mark loves everything about you: your wonderful personality and your chubby body. So, when your mind starts blabbering about him not loving you, telling you that, why would a man like him be with someone like you, or he's just with you out of pity, Mark shuts that down. He always reassures you that he's in love with you and that nothing is gonna change his mind about it.

Cuddles, sex, and words of affirmation usually work. He'll eliminate those negative thoughts and replace them with positive ones.

You were optimistic in the morning, much better than you were a couple of days ago. It made Mark's body fill with joy as he watched you being you. So, he decided to take you out, let you choose wherever you wanted to go.

...

"This is where you wanted to go?" Mark asked, standing in front of the entrance to the high-end lingerie boutique. It made him wonder what you'll look like wearing sexy pieces of lingerie, or even a thong. The thoughts made his core warm with arousal.

"I'm just curious. Just to browse," you replied, pulling Mark into the boutique.

The boutique itself was lavish; it smelled faintly of rosewater and vanilla, and soft jazz music was playing in the background, with golden lights spilling and shimmering across the satin display. Lacy bras, lingerie sets, and thongs hung delicately on hangers while mannequins were in the center of the store, posing with pieces that were popular to buy.

You began to regret your decision, but decided to push that down and just browse. Mark, on the other hand, was like a kid in a candy store, picking and looking at different pieces of lingerie, especially thongs. Mark thinks you would look stunning in these pieces.

"Come on, babe, you'll look amazing in this!" Mark said as he held out a thong, stretching the piece of fabric with his fingers.

"Mark, my ass will literally fall out, its not made for that," you mumbled, playing the hem of your hoodie as your face was red from the thought of wearing that.

"It is most definitely made for this," Mark said, pulling you closer to his body. His hand rests on your hips, rubbing circles into them as he plays with the thong, his eyes shamelessly roam your body as he already imagines you wearing it. Heat blooms in your body, shifting in Mark's touch as he gives that handsome grin.

"Fine..."

"Yes! We're getting this. And the mesh one. And the red and black set over there." Mark said, pressing a kiss on your forehead before going all over the boutique to find whatever would look good.

Back home, you started to try out the pieces Mark brought. You stood in front of the mirror, examining yourself. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your stomach. The thong clung to your hips, showing every curve and crevice. Negative thoughts began flooding your head, telling you that this was meant for someone else. Someone better. Someone slimmer.

You couldn't look at yourself anymore. It felt disgusting. You squeezed your love handles, you looked at your pudgy stomach sticking out like a sore thumb, and your man boobs flopping on both sides. How could Mark like this? Wouldn't he want someone better? Maybe Eve? She is slim and beautiful, and they're always together.

"Are you done? I wanna see... hey, hey, why are you crying?" Mark said as he stepped into your room, you jumped as your gaze met his in the mirror. There was concern in Mark's voice as he stood beside, pulling you into his arms. You momentarily forgot about everything. It was nice being in Mark's arms... so warm and comforting, but it came back.

"I look... weird. Too much skin is showing, and this extra... meat," you mumbled, as a tear prickled your eyes, your lips quivering. You gestured towards your love handles, squeezing them.

"You think I don't love that? You don't get it, do you?" Mark mumbled as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your shoulder, his other hand moving down to your waist.

"Get what?"

"You don't get how absolutely obsessed I am with you. This body... Your hips, thighs, and ass... everything about you makes me love you more." Mark groans as he gropes and kneads your flesh. His kisses got more persistent as he intended to worship your body, wipe out any negative thoughts.

"Why would you think I was lying, babe? To me, you don't realize how hot you are, and that's only half of what makes me obsessed with you." Mark said wholeheartedly as he continued his ministrations, turning you around and lifting you, it was easy, you weighed nothing to him. He tossed you on the bed after giving some light kisses.

"And before you say it, there is no one else. There's only you." Mark said as he didn't want to hear you degrade yourself more. He cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. He needed you to feel every ounce of love and affection.

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Author's note: I got lost in the sauce. Why must all this quick writing come when I'm writing drabbles, but not when I'm writing my requests? Anyway, there might be a part two with smut.