#and now really all i want to do is go home and lay down in bed and maybe cry a bit

[huntingcupid]

2 ON WITH SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

I love to get on, I love to get 2 on when the drink be too strong when the tree be way too strong get faded turn up bruh, pour It on up til I can't even think no more get ratchet go dumb then go more dumb then we can keep It lit, let's roll

⌗ SOPHIA — fem!reader, smut, g!p reader, swearing, mommy kink, degradation (slight), praise, etc..

⌗ SYPNOSIS — sophia wouldn't tease you if you weren't so easy to rile up, gosh she loved it, she loved how submissive you were

⌗ CUPID — my anons are woah...

it wasn't meant to start like this, well at least that's what you thought — sophia took you as her plus one in her friends birthday party, sophia wasn't normally one to bring you along because you preferred being home but today she was insistent you came with her

all you can do was agree, sophia wore a silver skirt and a black top — gosh she looked beautiful, her hair down as her perfume practically filled your senses, you stare at her in awe, you opted to wear jeans and a crop top that showed your abs, little did you know sophia took this as teasing

sophia wasn't ashamed to admit it but she loved your abs, especially how they flex when you lay back, on the drive there the filipinas hands was on your thigh as she drove

“how far is it” you ask the girl, “just a kilometer if I'm correct” sophia murmurs back, you hum — yet you felt her hands slowly trail over to your bulge, palming it through your jeans, you couldn't help but whimper, the girl smirks seeing your reaction, “what was that y/n?” she asks in a teasing manner

you wanted to be upset but how could you be upset when she's giving you the minimum and your squirming in your seat, it didn't help how big her hands were that one hand can cover your whole bulge — before you can speak up though you two were already pulling up

sophia removes her hands from a top your jeans leaving you with a tent in your boxers, it was embarrassing that you had to cover your bulge with a bag the minute you two enter the venue

sophia greets everyone with that sickeningly sweet smile as if she wasn't just teasing you and left you high and dry, the pain was unbearable, you sat awkwardly to the side as the party was happening trying to calm yourself down since you felt hot all over

“y/n why are you so quiet” lara asks as the girls approach you, sophia by their side, the older smirks, tilting her head at you, “oh i-i- uhm not just used to party” you giggle lightly gripping your bag, “ooh” they respond before leaving you

sophia stayed though, sitting beside you — before you can even think her hands are on your jeans yet again, this time her face rested on your neck pretending like she was tired

“soph, please” you beg — a chuckle leaves her lips, before she whispers back, “is that really what you call me now y/n?” her voice low almost like a purr — is she really gonna play like this?

“please mommy” you whisper back — ashamed but you were so hard, so fucking turned on with the smallest of actions it was embarrassing, “good girl” she murmurs back

the party was all a haze, it felt like forever, especially when you felt her gaze on you, you knew she did this on purpose — sophia always does this to you

and as much as you wanted to call her out on that behavior, you loved it, you secretly did love it, the teasing, the dirty looks and the comments she says

sophia danced carelessly with her friends in the middle, singing to pop songs and screaming obnoxiously loud

she would move her body in certain motions, always managing to shoot you a glance, fuck, you are so fucked — and each time you failed to look away

I mean how could you? — she looked like an actual goddess, it didn't help that you're already rock hard through your jeans neither

sophia eventually comes up to you, her hands planted on your waist, rubbing it up and down, her nails lightly scratching your tummy — “let's go home?” she asks almost like nothing happened

“yes, please” you responded, you looked up at her using your best puppy eyes and a pout that you knew she couldn't resist, “fucking tease?” she murmurs

you two walk to the car, sophia sitting in the driver's seat, buckling on her seatbelt — the atmosphere was thick, her jaw clenched, as she grips the wheel so tightly that it actually might've just broke, you look out the window trying to ignore the burning feeling at your groin

you two reach her apartment, sophia seemed to rush out, opening the front door, “woah, it's uhm sure is cold here” you awkwardly remark, sophia tilts her head a sign that she was already mad

before you knew it sophia is backing you up in the corner, her hands flying to your neck as she kisses you roughly, her lips crash onto yours at an aggressive speed

her hands flew to the zipper of your jeans, unfastening it quickly, she pulls it down along with your boxers the minute she unfastened it

your dick was throbbing, the tip swollen red as it dripped pre cum onto her hands, you whimper pathetically into her ears begging, “please mommy, need you”

sophia laughs, stroking it at the most slowest pace ever, she lightly scratched the base as she whispers, “you can't even control your own dick? — gosh you are pathetic”, and as mean as it was you got harder at her words

you two go to the bedroom, sophia laying you down as she continues to stroke you, she removes your croptop, her other hand on your abs

“fuck so perfect” she murmurs, licking her lips — “please, mommy can i?” you plead hands tugging her skirt, “ask nicer” she replied — “mommy can i please remove your skirt” you follow, you were so desperate at this point

the filipina looks at you nodding, her grip tighter now, you slowly removed her skirt letting it fall on the bed — without a second passing sophia sits on top of your erection, moaning loudly as she slowly goes up and down

“so good baby, fuck!” she moans, hands on your abs scratching them leaving red welts, you groan feeling her slick walls hugging your length, “feels good, mommy?” you pant — “so good baby!” she whines

her head flying back as she moans, she goes faster and you felt your dick throb — you are so close it felt like you were getting edged

“mommy!, c-cant hold it!” you whimper as she goes faster, she looks down at you smirking as she bit her lip, “let go baby, wanna fill me up?”, and you went feral, painting her insides white — the older woman groans and orgasms as you fill her, your hands on her waist stilling her movements

you pull out, cock soft and slick, sophia’s entrance heavily used, she groans as you lay her on the bed, “thank you” you murmur shyly — “welcome baby” she replies tiredly

wc: 1.2k words

[rafesbabygirlx]

hiii can you do a story where the reader and rafe have been flirting and sexting for years but they’re relationship is extremely toxic (nate jacobs vibes) when they see eachother at a party they go home together and fuck hard hihi lol :)

YES! Sorry this took so long! 😢

✧ 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✧ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢)

✧ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Rafe 7:07pm: I can’t wait to you in that little black dress. I can’t wait to fuck you in it more.

You 7:09pm: You really wanna fuck me baby? Please, like you’d even bother to be near me when we get there.

Rafe 7:10pm: Come on you know it’s not like that. My friends keep me busy baby. U know you’re my girl.

You 7:11pm: See you there loverboy.

You arrive at the part around 9. By 9:30 you’re about 5 drinks deep. Still no sign of Rafe. You’re not shocked. Your friends keep you distracted so you were ok for now. But him being a let down yet again lingered in the back of your mind.

You spotted him later. A coating of coke dusted his nostril. None of the fucking morons he surrounded himself with, couldn’t even be bothered to tell him how stupid he looks. A girl standing a little too close to him, hand on his back rubbing it, the same way you do when he’s laying against your chest in bed.

Rafe 10:25pm: You look really fucking sexy. Just like I knew you would in that dress baby.

You roll your eyes and set your phone back down. You know he saw you do that but you couldn’t care less. Two can play his game. One he’s played a little too long. You want to show him that you won’t be walked all over anymore. Fuck him.

The perfect plan fell right into your lap as a somewhat handsome guy walked over to you while you sat and nursed your drink. He kept asking you questions that you half answered, but he still stayed around. Finally, you downed your drink, pulling him to the dance floor.

You sway your hips to the music, leaning into the guy, whose name you don’t care to remember. Your friends cheer you on. From the corner of your eye, you see Rafe. Rafe is silently seething. Looks like you beat him at his game.

He’s never once’s paraded you around like he claimed he would. You just wanted to be the girl on his arm at a party. But instead it’s some washed up looking coke head that probably paid him too little for the drugs but boosted his ego. Still with how shitty he treated you, why did doing this to him hurt?

Rafe pushed his way through the crowded room. Shoving what’s his name off of you before dragging you out of the party by a tight grip on your arm. He threw you in his car, despite you telling him to let go, making his way to his house.

When he got you up to his room, you broke through the door, lips glued to each others. he shoved you against the dresser. “You like fucking with me like at? Think it’s cute?”

“The way you treat me like shit all the time. Why not?”

He laughed. Not a fun light hearted laugh. A dark low one. One that meant you were in trouble. He opened his draw and a glimmer of metallic caught your eye. Rafe pulled out his gun and say it in the dresser next you. He’d never use it on you, but he wanted you aware of the power he’d always hold over you.

“You’re mine, and I don’t care what you have to say about it.”

His hand dropped, fingers grazed your inner thigh. He didn’t even have to tell, your legs spread on their own. He touched the fabric of your underwear, making you squirm. He placed a hand on your waist.

“You better not fucking move.”

His finger moved the lace out of the way. Jamming 2 inside you, knuckle deep, with no warning. You gasped but didn’t move. They curled just right. He knew exactly what you liked, that’s why you kept coming back for more.

You grasped the edge of the dresser for balance. He adds a third and plunges them in and out of you. He knows all your tells, so when your legs begin to shake he retracts and drags you to the bed.

“All fours baby. Told you I was gonna fuck you in that dress.”

He smacks your ass hard as you begin to crawl up, making you jump and lose balance giving him the perfect angle of you. He climbs up behind you, not bothering to undress. He grabs both of your arms and holds your wrists behind your back.

Your face is pressed into his duvet and your back is arch just right. He pulls your thong off with his free hand, releasing himself from his pants with the same one right after.

He coats his cock in your wetness before sliding in slowly. You hear him groan from the feeling. He takes his time building up the speed just to tease you. But before you know it he’s plowing into you.

You feel yourself getting closer, and Rafe knows it too the way your clenching down on him making it almost impossible for him to move. He slows his thrust as he leans down and whispers in your ear, “I’m really debating whether or not I should let you cum. After what you did tonight? I should cum all over this dress and throw you out of the house.”

“Rafe please.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

You found it hard to speak but you knew he’d really punish you like this. The only guy to ever get you to cum the way he can. He knew that and it strokes his ego. Again, he had way too much power over you. You sucked in a breath, and attempted to get the words out.

“Rafe please, I’ll be your good girl from now on. Please let me cum.”

“Yeah? We’ll have to work on that, but it’s cute you tried. I can give in this once.”

He picks up the pace again. Your arms are sore from being pulled back so tightly and your cheek is numb. Rafe’s hand comes up and slams hard on your ass again, the sound vibrating off his walls.

“Cum now if you want to at all. I don’t plan on being here all night.”

Against your own strength, your core tightens and you throw yourself against him with something that something that sounds like a shriek. You go limp in his grasp and he continues to move. Once he’s close, he flips you on your back and cums all over the top of your dress like he said.

“Marking my favorite piece of yours.”

He hops off the bed and changes into sweats. He tosses you a shirt and gets settled on his side of the bed as he waits for you to change. You don’t bother cleaning your dress, you know that’d make him mad. The humiliation of it drying over night would make his twisted mind happy. But, at the same time having you stay over cuddled up next to him would make him just as happy. No matter how fucked is he can be, you’re still his girl.

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[flemursworld]

Tender Touchin’

Pairing: Joel miller (hbo) x reader

Summary: Joel has worked blue collar for pretty much his whole life, so you help with his back problems.

Warnings: Fluff, no smut, no outbreak, no Sarah, non specified age gap between Joel and reader, swearing and domestic.

WC: 900

Joel starting working at sixteen, helping his father on work sites, laying down concrete and such, listening to his asshole- dads asshole- colleagues talk about all the whores they’d been fucking. At nineteen he ended up getting a full time job working on building sites making houses and stores. Then by the time he was twenty six, he was a contractor. Overseeing building projects and managing sub contractors.

His whole career entailed manual labour and fucking hard manual labour at that. Years of back pain and scabbed hands and constant muscle fatigue. Always some muscle being pulled. Today was long and all he wanted to do was climb into bed with you, his girl.

You both lived in a cozy two bedroom in the country side, one Joel and Tommy pretty much made themselves. It was perfect, he made it perfect for you. He followed all your decor orders, made it exactly how you wanted it like something from a romance novel. It was home and you loved it. He came home at around ten, later than he was supposed to be back at. You had already eaten dinner and although you missed him, you appreciated that he had to do what he had to do to keep a roof over both your heads. So you wouldn’t have to work.

You were in bed by the time he came home, curled up in one of his T-shirts that swallowed you and a pair of comfy panties. He appeared in the doorway looking absolutely exhausted. “Hey honey.” He said with a sigh, walking over to your side of the bed to give you a kiss and then to his bedside drawers to pull out some pj pants to put on.

“Hey. Fun day at work huh?” You said with a giggle at his dishevelled appearance. You sat up in the bed and propped your head against the soft headboard, admiring the view of him slipping out of his work pants and into his plaid pj pants. Enjoying the way the muscles in his back rolled as he removed his shirt. He groaned in response and chuckled weakly. “Just need my girl right now.” He said, slipping into bed, letting out a wince when his back bent to lay down.

You frowned and moved closer to him, sitting back on your heels on the bed. “Your back still sore?” You queried.

“Hm. Gettin’ too damn old.” He grunted, hand moving to grip your thigh, other arm going behind his head.

“You just work too hard, that’s all it is.” You said, covering his hand on your thigh with your own. You felt bad. Bad that he was out there killing himself everyday at work just so you wouldn’t have to work. So you could both stay living in the house of your dreams. You sighed.

“Turn over on your belly.” You said suddenly, hopping out of bed and walking over to the set of different scented lotions on your vanity, picking out an unscented one for Joel’s sake, as much as you would like to lather him in strawberry scented bath and body works lotion.

A look of confusion crossed his face, hesitating before sitting up. “Wh-what?”

“I wanna give you a massage, it’ll make your back feel better baby.” You said with a giggle at his confusion before getting back into bed, sitting on your heels expectantly.

“You really don’t have to baby.” He said softly.”

“Oh my god, just lay on your back.” You said, tired of all his moaning.

He put his hands up in mock surrender, turning around to lay on his stomach. “Yes ma’am”

You giggled and straddled the back of his legs, squirting some lotion onto your hands and rubbing them together.

“Your not doin’ this to try to.. like..” He mumbled, sleepy voice muffled by the pillow.

“If you’re asking whether I’m trying to fuck you Joel, the answer is no. Can’t a girl just take care of her man? “You said with a chuckle, hands massaging the tight muscles of his lower back, moving slowly to the top of his back. He groaned at the feeling, muscles tensing slightly at the intensity.

“Don’t tense baby. Just relax.” You cooed, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his shoulder. He relaxed the muscles in his back with a huff as you went back to work. Your hands expertly undid the knots in his back, working them out and pressing kisses to his back as you did.

“Feels so good.” He muttered sleepily, letting out a whine- like sound. You smiled softly and slowly slid off the back of his legs. You snuggled down into his side as he lay on his back again, this time not groaning when he turned over.

“Feeling better?” You asked, pushing a curl behind his ear.

“So much better.”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

In Sickness or in Health

I honestly need to work on this fic more. It's so fucking funny to me. The idea that König is so down bad but Reader won't budge on her morals is hilarious to me. Will he win her over? Eventually. Is today the day? Absolutely not. Frankenstein!Konig lets me be an absolute fool on main.

Tws: sexual themes, male nudity, mentions of necrophilia

Wordcount: 1.4K

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Rest of the Story Below the Cut

In Sickness or in Health

“I’m telling you it’s fine.”

“I don’t want to fuck a corpse.”

“For the last time, I’m not a corpse! I’m literally alive!” he put your hand on his chest, “feel that? That’s a human being's beating heart pumping blood through my body.”

“It’s actually a pig heart.”

“A-A pig!?”

“Your old heart got damaged,” you shrugged.

König looked down at where the stitch mark lay under his shirt. He poked it and you swatted his hand.

“Stop that! You might undo the stitching!” 

“Will I always need them?” he asked, “or will my body heal?”

You glared at the marks, “I don’t know. I have no idea what your body will do. It’s all… It’s new. I’ve never seen anything like you before. In fact, I think you’re the only experiment to ever actually work.”

König thought for a second.

“You’re saying you stole my corpse and you didn’t even know this would work?”

“Keep your voice down!” you scolded him, then quietly added, “but yes.”

König rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might pop out of his skull.

“I can’t believe you,” he groaned, “you didn’t think any of this through.”

“I mean, I thought through enough,” you countered, “I stole your body before it got cremated.”

“Cremated!?” König spat, “I was going to be cremated!?”

You blinked.

“Is that a problem?” you asked slowly.

“Yes it’s absolutely a problem,” he snapped, “I wanted to be donated to science, not cremated!”

“Well you should’ve put that in your will!” you retorted.

“I didn’t have a will!” he bellowed.

“I KNOW.”

König turned his nose up as he crossed his arms, “It’s not my fault I died.”

“You were wearing all black and crossing the road at night,” you growled, “you’re a fucking… Why did I bring you back?”

König raised an eyebrow and looked down at you.

“Because you love me?” he offered.

You sighed and slumped over in your chair.

“Because I love you,” you agreed, “and now look at where we are. You can’t leave the house, I don’t have a job, I’m losing my damn mind over what I’m supposed to do next, and I don’t even know how I’m going to bring this up to my parents.”

“Your parents? Think about what my parents are going to say!” König leaned on the counter and sipped his coffee before scowling, “can I even have this stuff? Does my digestive system work or will I need to… Manually… Empty…”

“Just hope and pray it does,” you sighed and put your head in your hands.

This wasn’t how you expected König coming back to be. You thought things would just go back to normal. König would be back, and everything would be okay again. As it was, your life had devolved into another sort of nightmare.

König was known for being fidgety. He liked to keep busy in life. He was nothing if not an active person who liked to work on projects all day. When he’d died, he’d been in the process of fixing the garden beds, car maintenance, cleaning the house and reading a book on russian literature. He’d done all of those things in one day after coming home from work. Now, unable to so much as leave the house, König was going stir-crazy and he was making it your problem too.

Like now.

“Look at the cabinets!” he scolded you for the fifteenth time that day, “they don’t close properly! If you installed a magnet they’d be perfect. It takes what, five minutes?”

“I didn’t really think about it,” you told him again.

“And when was the last time you cleaned?” he shook his head, “you were so on top of these things when I was alive. Or, well, I’m still alive and not a corpse, thank you very much, but before I died,” he threw up his hands, “you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“You’re trying to say you’re not a corpse so I’ll fuck you,” you sighed, “I know. I’m still not into necrophilia."

“You know I can still cum, right?”

That threw you for a loop.

“You’ve been back for two days and you’ve already figured that out?” you narrowed your eyes.

“First day actually,” König admitted, “I jacked off when I was showering.”

You paled at the thought.

“I told you to be careful with the stitches!” you hurriedly got off the chair to stand in front of him, “pull your pants down! I need to check them!”

“Excuse me?” König grabbed his belt, “I’m not taking these off unless you’re sucking me off!”

“I’m sorry but medical care is more important than getting your dick wet,” you tugged at his pants, “now off! Get them off!”

“No they’re staying on! Get off of me you whore!”

“Excuse me? I’m literally doing a medical exam!”

"Let go of my belt!"

"I'm a doctor. This is literally my job. If you'd just hold still-"

“Don’t touch me!”

“I need to check the stitches!”

You screeched manically as you and König tumbled through the kitchen and into the living room. With a shove, you managed to his pants and pull them down to his knees.

He looked down at himself miserably.

“I’ve been violated,” he whined.

“I literally need to do this or you could die again,” you said as you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, “if the stitches come loose…”

You stalled as you were faced with König’s cock. He looked down at you bitterly.

“Don’t just stare at it,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry, I just kinda…” you shrugged, “it’s been a while.”

"You know, while you're down there, you could always-"

"I'm not fucking a corpse."

He rolled his eyes and titled his head back, “Just check the fucking stitches.”

“If you weren’t so horny-”

“If you were more willing to experiment-”

“Don’t even go there,” you growled and pressed on his skin. As soon as you did, his cock twitched. You glared up at him, “Can you not?”

König’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, “It’s literally out of my control! I’m sorry that I’m getting hard when my girlfriend is on her knees with my dick in her hand!”

“You could burst a stitch-”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” König groaned as he tilted his head back, “I swear to God I wish I never came back.”

“Well too bad. You’re here now,” you grumbled as you examined him.

Despite the complaints, it looked like the stitches held in place just fine, despite the unusual wear and tear. In fact, as you examined him, you realized something fascinating.

“König,” you whispered in awe, “König you have to see this.”

He glared down at you, “I’m looking, but apparently I’m not supposed to react to what I’m seeing.”

“König, you’re healing.”

That shut him up quickly.

His voice dropped to just above a whisper, “I’m healing?”

“You’re actually healing!” you stood up and pulled his pants back up. Once his belt was buckled, you started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his pale chest and looked closely, “König you’re not just healing! Your hair’s growing back too!”

König blinked and looked down. He gingerly touched the largest line across his chest.

“Oh my God,” you ran your hands over his torso in amazement, “you’re not just healing, you’re healing better than you did when you were alive! Better than anyone, actually. I’ve never seen wounds like these heal so fast!”

König pressed your hand over his heart.

“So I’m getting better?” he asked hopefully.

“By the looks of it... you mused and looked up into his eyes, “König you’re going to be better than before.”

“But how?” he asked.

“Maybe it’s something to do with the lightning strike?” you offered, “I have no idea. This isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen in my textbooks. You’re a complete medical anomaly at this point.”

König stared down at his body in awe.

You took out your phone and snapped a picture of the marks.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting records,” you explained, “if there’s a way I could document this and get it out to the world, we could change everything we know about modern medicine.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“König,” you whispered, “you realise what I did when I brought you back, right?”

He shook his head.

“I cured death, König,” you trembled with excitement, “I did the impossible!”

It started with a giggle. Your giggle turned into a laugh and König joined in.

“You’re a genius,” König shook his head as he marvelled your work, “you know that, right?”

“I cured death!” you squealed, “I did it! Oh my God I did it!”

König leaned down and kissed you deeply. When he pulled back he cupped your cheeks in his hands and said, “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss his nose, “Wouldn’t be possible without a good test subject.”

“I notice you didn’t say willing.”

“Well, would you have said yes?” you asked.

“I mean of course,” he scoffed, “but, well, you know. I think that was a given.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “now come on. I need to get some better pictures.”

“With or without the clothes?”

You gave him a look.

“I’ll start stripping.”

“Thank you.”

Konig Dump

Konig Alternate Universes

Frankenstein Konig

[thirteenheavens]

Hi Mol! I absolutely love all of your stories, seriously I cannot get enough of them. I know you have a bunch of request so whenever you get to this is fine. I was wondering if you could do Soobin with a breeding kink. <3

Starting a family? || Choi Soobin

Word count:1.2k

Notes: thank you for much anon you’re too cute hope you enjoy!!

Soobin couldn't take his eyes off you at the party, watching as you played with the children with such natural maternal instinct. His grip on his drink tightened as he saw the way you smiled at them, how you gently held them. Back at home, Soobin became unusually clingy and whiny, practically following you around the house. "You looked so good with those kids," he mumbled against your neck, his hands roaming over your body. "It made me think about... other things."

You could feel his hardness pressing against you as he pulled you closer, his breathing becoming heavier. "I want to fill you up," he whispered in your ear. "Make you mine in every way possible." His hands slid down to cup your stomach possessively, imagining it swollen with his child. "I want to see you pregnant with my baby," he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Watch your belly grow big and round with our child."

"Soobin..." you say softly, turning to face him properly. "I had no idea you felt this way." He looks at you with a mixture of nervousness and hope, his fingers still tracing patterns on your stomach. "I've been thinking about it for a while," he admits. "But I wasn't sure how to bring it up."

You cup his face in your hands, your heart swelling at his honesty. "I'd love to have a family with you," you tell him sincerely. "You'd be an amazing father." Soobin's face lights up with joy as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "Really?" he asks, his voice cracking with emotion. "You mean it?"

He kisses you deeply, his hands now moving with renewed passion. "Let's make it happen then," he whispers against your lips. "Let's start trying right now." Soobin carries you to the bedroom with a hungry look in his eyes, gently laying you down on the bed. His hands roam over your body with newfound urgency, knowing what's to come.

"I'm going to breed you so well," he promises, his voice thick with desire. "Fill you up with my seed until it takes." He starts undressing you slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he goes. "You're going to look so beautiful carrying my baby," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your stomach. "I can't wait to see your belly grow."

His fingers find their way between your legs, testing your wetness. "You're already so ready for me," he notices, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Let's make this happen." Soobin's lips leave a trail of hot kisses down your body as he removes your clothes, his touch growing more possessive with each piece that falls away.

"I'm going to take you in every position tonight," he growls against your skin. "Make sure it takes." He pauses at your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while his fingers tease the other. "These will get so sensitive when you're pregnant," he murmurs, his free hand moving down to part your legs. His fingers circle your entrance teasingly, gathering your wetness. "Already so wet for me," he says with a smirk. "You want this just as badly as I do, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasp, arching up into his touch. "I want it so badly, Soobin. I want to carry your baby." His eyes darken with lust at your words, and he quickly positions himself between your legs. "Then I won't keep you waiting any longer," he promises, lining himself up with your entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he fills you completely, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. "You're mine," he growls, starting to move at a slow, deep pace. "And this womb is mine to fill." Soobin's eyes never leave yours as he thrusts into you, his jaw clenched tight with pleasure. "You're so tight," he manages to say between moans. "So perfect for me."

He reaches down to intertwine his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he picks up the pace. "I can feel your walls squeezing me," he pants. "You're trying to milk my cum already." His teeth dig into his lower lip as he struggles to hold back, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. "I'm getting close," he warns, his movements becoming more erratic. "Are you ready for my seed?"

"Yes, Soobin," you moan, your body trembling with pleasure. "Fill me up. Make me yours completely." Your words push him over the edge, and with a deep growl, he buries himself inside you to the hilt. You feel his hot cum spilling deep within you, his hips twitching with each pulse. He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. "You're mine," he whispers again, nuzzling your neck. "My mate, my lover... and soon,a mother."

Soobin continues to watch the mixture of his cum and your juices drip from your pussy, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "You're making such a mess," he comments huskily. "Such a fertile little thing." He pushes you onto your back, spreading your legs wide open. "Let me see it better," he demands, his fingers playing with the mess. "I want to make sure every drop stays inside."

He leans down to lick up some of the cum that's leaked out, his tongue teasing your sensitive folds. "You taste so good like this," he groans. "I could eat you out all night." Soobin pushes his fingers deep inside you, scooping up more of his cum and pushing it back in. "There," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now it'll stay nice and deep."

His fingers continue to move inside you, curling against your g-spot as he watches your reactions. "I want to see you fall apart again," he murmurs. "Can you cum for me one more time, baby?" His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as he works his fingers inside you. "Cum for me," he commands again, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want this."

"Soobin, please... I'm so sensitive," you whimper, your body shaking from the overstimulation. "I can't take much more." He doesn't stop, his fingers continuing their relentless pace. "Just one more orgasm, love," he coaxes. "One more and I'll stop." His free hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he works you towards another climax. "I can feel your walls fluttering," he notices. "You're close again, aren't you?"

"I'm... I'm coming," you gasp, your body arching off the bed as another orgasm crashes through you. Your pussy clenches tightly around Soobin's fingers, more of his cum leaking out as you squirt. Soobin watches in awe, his fingers still working you through it. "That's it, baby," he praises. "Such a good girl for me."

He finally pulls his fingers out, licking them clean with a satisfied hum. "You did so well," he says softly, pulling you into his arms. "I think that should do it."

[lullqbys]

i feel like the only out of 3 of my other accounts hawkeye fan 💔 so how about my main course main hoe bucky .. 😛

but like maybe just like him comforting you and hes all sappy and sweet and wiping your tears for you and then it progressively gets a little more like ' i know how to make you forget about everything '

,, js know im evillyyyy laughing and rubbing my hands together but also like u obvi dont have to write full smut if u dont want too , maybe just some suggestive here and there ,, whatever u want ml !! 💋💋

yk… since i’ve never written smut before , ill try and give it a go since ur such a sweetie 😜

cold to touch

bucky barnes x reader

!smut below!

he seemed constantly cold . as icy as the hydra base he spent half his life in . his features , so sharp they could cut someone , his eyes so blue they pierced anything he had in his peripherals . to others , he spoke with nothing but venom layering his lungs , as if he were a walking stop sign .

that changed when he looked at you. his eyes once almost white they were so blue , now dilated by the mere thought of you. his heart suddenly warmed , and not in the way he thought of when he was natasha , steve , or the others . it was special to you . you cusped his heart cavaties like a warm comforting wave , washing over his freezer burned heart. he melted from ice to lukewarm water whenever you were near . you always knew how to soothe him .

that’s why he looked just about ready to shoot someone once he saw you crying . you hadn’t heard anyone come in , let alone home in the tower . as he softly , yet firmly closed the door behind him , as to shut you from the negative energies creeping up through the thin cracks of the door , he smothered you in a hug .

it’s funny , as much as he is cold (physically) he felt nothing but the warm rays of sun. his cold metal arm , feeling like a warm breeze , running through your hair as you hiccuped .

he stayed silent , knowing to comfort you , wiping your tears , flesh on flesh . holding you as tight in his arms as he could manage , as to hug the tears out of you .

“who did this to you, слива ?” he asked softly , as he stroked your hair , smelling your scent while still holding you firmly against his biceps .

“jus’ had a bad day s’all,” you sniffled . “ a mission went really bad , i messed up , almost got us in danger by being reckless ,” you said, your face hot and flushed with tears as your lip began to wobble again.

“my love , we all make mistakes . you know the things i’ve done but your still here doll. you can never do harm on purpose .” he comforted you, his voice silky and sunken , holding onto your hair, moving his hands into cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears.

“i know how to help, if you trust me doll,” he said, laying you down in your bed, your hair pillowing into a halo underneath you as he began to kiss you.

“let me take care of you , baby.” he began sucking on your jaw, moving down, achingly slow, before stopping right above your pelvis. your hands snaked its way into his hair , as you arched his back and he went lower, your bundle of nerves slowly disappearing into bliss, his nose feeling angelic as you put your pleasure into sound.

he continued his actions, your eyes begun to roll into your eyes. he was intoxicated , staring at you through his lashes , watching you like you were a sort of prey . your ache of pain and skull splitting headache disappearing as you now cried out of joy. he sat back up, staring at you as if you were angelic , pure bliss overcoming you as you regained from your high . you breathe a sigh of relief as he turned you over, holding you tightly .

his chest supported your head as if he were your personal pillow . he brought the fluffy duvet over you, silk sheets getting tangled up amidst it, pulling them over you in order to give you more decency .

“angels never see the halo above them,” he said, praising you with his eyes as you traced his face , as if he were sculpted for the pure purpose of laying by your side . he felt like a fire , burning to your love and succumbing to a frenzy of which is you.

[veiled-harvest]

Tough Love; Crush or be Crushed | Mainstream!Mark Grayson x Bully!Reader | Chapter: 1

Content Warnings; mentions of suicide , light angst, arguments ,light cussing, misunderstanding

Mark has known the reader since middle school never really understanding why she hated his guts.

Word count: 4.5k ~

Insufferable

That's how you’d describe Mark Grayson, the charming, unfathomably upbeat bastard you had the displeasure of sitting across from in math. Your least favorite subject with your least favorite boy.

And he couldn’t understand why. The two of you shared friends, classes even interests, but from 7th grade to your junior year of high school, you despised him entirely.

“Y/N…Do you possibly need help with the next problem” Mark noticed your eyebrows immediately knit and felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He’d fought deadly monsters , murderous world ending villains and even his mothers wrath when he failed to do a chore but it all paled in comparison to that look , it managed to activate fear in places he didn’t know were possible.

“The day I possibly need any help from you is the day the gun I choose for my final moment decides to jam—”

“A no would have done wonders.”

“But a ‘no’ wouldn’t drive the point home and kiss it goodnight”

“You ….want me to kiss you?”

“Thank god this isn’t English.”

“Which we have next.” The smug on his face causes you to retract any words you may have wanted to say.

You opened your mouth to respond , your nerves got the best of you but you give him a glare as he beamed at you, satisfied with your defeated silence.

This little thing you had; been going on since late middle school when you just moved into town.

“Aaaand this will be your locker Y/N! The combination is 26-7-“ you were doing your best to pay attention but a class seemed to be making its way back from an activity rather loudly and you failed to catch the last numbers of the combination.

But you couldn’t care less

Time and time again your mother moved you city to city ,state to state but it was all the same , if this were a game you’d be doing victory laps by now. You’d hold the world record for speed running “New Student Simulator” Memorizing new names ,new faces ,new halls ,new classes all at the drop of a hat.

At first you were sensitive to the constant shifts in your environment , but now stripped raw of any further emotions when notified of a move ;you didn’t even sigh you’d anticipate the announcement already prepared to re-pack your belongings in such routine fashion and be ready so early you’d have to left over time to say good bye to place you called home for how ever long you were here.

Luckily the teacher guiding you though the new building had written down the combination before dropping you off at your first class despite it being the 2nd for the other students.

The awkwardness of being introduced to new faces was left behind in the 6th grade. You quickly wave and made your way to the back with no plans to remember the faces you passed.

It being the 2nd official day back from summer break meant you only missed out on seating arrangements and the yearly orientation that included old and new student reminding you yet again how out of place you were everywhere you went, which you were pleased with.

Missing day 1 saved you from the fomo of having to wait til all the friends snuck to pick each other and take what ever seat was left.

The teacher had placed you next to Mark Grayson. He smiled at you from across the room as you made your way to the seat beside him. The seat was already pulled out for you ,which you had watch him scramble to slide it out seconds before.

Your lips barely formed a returning smile while hanging your back pack by it’s straps on the back of your chair.

Your next movement was practically muscle memory; not acknowledging person beside you beyond a half smile— head down laying in your folded arms ,resting on the cold surface of the desk.

As another student passed out the assignment for the day. you feel a nudge on your right arm which you assumed was the eraser end of a pencil.

“So I’m Mark , what’s uh your name again? l didn’t catch it when the teacher said it, my bad”— you barely turn to face him still buried in your arms.

“…Y/N” You hesitate purely because you were taken aback by his effort to learn your name.

“Cool, Cool….-You missed the first day yesterday, but you didn’t miss much Oh- wait maybe you did, apparently there was a fight in gym 4th period between these 8th graders and-“ Mark was basically filling you in on the things you “missed�� as if it had any importance.

You wanted to be annoyed , to tell him to shut up but some part of you wanted him to continue his senseless update so you didn’t and just peaked at him through the loose strands of your hair.

“Hey—If we have anymore classes together I’ll let you know what the 8th graders fought over !” Mentally you scoff at the gesture settled on nodding in acknowledging while maintaining your hunched posture.

“Um sure..” Your choice of words got stuck in your throat so a default answer took it's place.

The last time you felt this tightness in your throat was back in the 4th grade when an older kid helped you on the play ground. It was like your stomach was doing cartwheels down a hill. You nearly vomited on his sneakers but through devine intervention he had already ran off before you could do something foolish . Now your brain was already making the efforts to re FORGET the memory.

The assignment was meant to be done with partner and you weren’t exactly looking forward to having to engage to even more with your chatty desk buddy.

Suddenly one of the boys seated ahead of you turned to face Mark.

“Pssst Mark, if I give you the answers you gotta come play catch with us after school today, screw sinus dog-“

“Woah Excuse you it’s ‘Seance Dog’ those words don’t even sound the same dude” who you assume were friends of his seated a few feet away ahead laugh at his weak-aggression, a boy adjacent to you passes Mark a torn piece of paper which you presume have the answers you each seeked. He snatched the paper with rolling eyes with a smirk that hitched your breath.

‘Fuck’

Your eyebrows knitted as you buried your head deeper in your folded arms once again seeking refuge in the temporary darkness. Pencil hit paper with lighting speed and he circled the answers corresponding with the letters jotted down on the note.

“Here Y/N I’m done with it you can use it too , only has to sacrifice an evening with seance Dog to get it” You leaves it next to your paper as you lift your head. Why was he being so friendly to you, you’ve barely spoke to him in the 20 minutes he’s known you yet he’s passing answers to you.

“But why?”

“Why what? Why’s his name Seance dog or.-“

“No, Why are you being so nice to me”

“Why not ?” , a laugh trailed off the childish rebuttal, signing his name at the top of his sheet with a smiley face.

You’re sitting up now, trying every bit you can to conceal the blush that fought to be noticed. To the best of your ability you fill your own sheet of paper.

If it weren’t the fact Mark was talking to his friends ,he’d notice your subtle glances at him. But he turned to you so quickly you nearly jumped yourself

“Do you read any comics Y/N , regardless you should read Seance Dog!”

“Here he goes-“

“It’s good a you guys know it!”

“It’s about a magic dog Mark.”

“Uh no it’s way more than that, What ever , Y/N I have the 1st issue of it in my locker ! I got an extra copy to introduce it to other people, maybe I can give it to you too” the 3 pairs of eyes lay on you , that familiar feeling of anxiety crept up your back and your throat goes dry.

Yet that glowing smile Mark offered you again eased the dreadful anticipation encouraging you to speak.

“Fine I’ll read about the dumb dog” —you shook your head amused at his dramatic expression, in that moment you became a temporary god.

“Oh no he’s got another, don’t fall for his tricks once you read the first issue you’ll be forced to read them all!” The boys laugh at their own warning and turn front facing to continue their previous conversation.

No teasing , no song about you and mark kissing in a tree, no odd looks for taking up his offer.

There you sat bit shocked but relieved , the tedious mini game trampled. You found yourself looking at Mark again ignoring your previous endeavor not do so.

Your lips part to say something but the bell interrupted and startled you. Mark collected his things and then both of your papers and you instinctively reach for it aswell.

“I got it Y/N, I’ll turn it in for you, I know where all my classes but you’re gonna need all the time you can to get to your next class”

“What makes you say that—?”

“Beacuse it’s across the school in the C wing, you’re gonna wanna leave the classroom take a left back towards the mains office then go all the way to end of that hall there you will see the science hall” You take a mental note of the directions but question how he even knew your next class.

“How do you even know I have scienc-“

“Your schedule was sitting on the table between us all period ,Duh . Which also lets me know we have 3 whole classes together! See you in Math”

“Oh , bye I gu-“ You failed to say farewell before he already left you there at your shared seating. You watched him place both papers on the teachers desk along with the other students work.

You didn’t have time to dwell on this you had to go to your next class. But the whole way there your cheeks felt heated you, couldn’t not think about the kind boy you were gratefully placed next to in history especially after he had been so nice to you.

It wouldn’t be the last time either.

A faint groan leaves your body as you slide a hand down your face,that day was so distant yet it left an everlasting impression on how you viewed Mark.

The moment you met you’d knew this was going end poorly so you kept it to yourself. You stayed “friends” , you hung out , laughed together , had many friends in common but you took it upon yourself to draw that line in the sand.

To you , Mark was a ray of light whenever he walked in a room.

To Mark , you. from what you gathered , were the funny girl he’s known since middle school

To imagine anything further would have been ridiculous despite the universe placing you two in situations to suggest other wise.

Your first line of defense ; being as mean as humanly possible. It hurt at first seeing his face twinge with slight discomfort when you’d tease him, gifting harsh comebacks to his compliments.

At times it felt like it was hurting you more than it was harming him.

Luckily, you kept a journal, jotting down all the things you dared not mutter. It was reckless; anyone could walk behind you, or take a seat and see your countless lines of pined devotion. Each entry dated, every poem signed, your biggest secret placed neatly on the dotted lines.

The journal was atleast the length of your hands placed side by side, the cover was black leather with no indication of owner ship and the first page sat a lone Seance Dog sticker that was long over due to be replaced.

But Mark gave that sticker to you so long ago you couldn’t bare or wouldn’t dare to rid the sheet of it’s presence.

It was on the corner of your desk so close to the reason of its existence. Mark always had some proximity to the secret bound notebook.

He’d questioned it once before but the time he placed his hands upon it you freaked out and snatched it from his grasp causing your small group of friends to collectively raise an eyebrow at the action.

You managed to lie and say your therapist (whom you didn’t have) told you it was for when you couldn’t handle your emotions at times ,that it meant so much to you to have a space of your own , losing it would leave you in ruin , so they let it go, following with Mark apologizing for making you uncomfortable.

Back to math ; Mark was focused on the work , he seemed to also be struggling with , which now that that your thinking about it is probably why he turned to you for help

The girl next to him rolled her eyes at you and scooted closer to mark unbeknownst to him. Hannah, she wasn’t a big fan of how you spoke to Mark so she’d ‘ intervened’ where she deemed fit.

He always helped you, but never knew how to ask for it himself. You grab your pencil and reach for his paper.

“Hey- I was getting”

“Sure you were, start here then move on to this part of the equation, you were going to confuse yourself again” You peered at Hannah, already fixing her self back in her seat with a satisfied look on her face almost as if she did that simply to make you act on your ‘rare asks of kindness’ almost like she knew you needed the extra push.

“Y/N, you’re—- a genius where have you been all my life.”

You grew used to his sickly sweet nature , if it had been another time you’d be stuttering and adverting your gaze but luckily you managed to control the surges of excitement that rung in your heart when ever he spoke to you.

“What —ever.” You dismiss the praise continuing to work on your own work.

Between solving equations you look between Mark and his paper.

‘He still draws smiley faces near his name’

Your hand covers your mouth to hid the small smile that couldn’t be contained.

All his little quirks made falling for him inevitable. He still played with his pencil whenever he was stumped on things. Certain corners of his papers slightly folding ,his hands always begging to be busy. Mark still doodled in the margins of his class work even getting scolded from teachers and teased by others ,but you? You’d never

He’d doodled on random things , Sticky notes , receipts , any empty sheet he could get his pencil on. He’d leave them behind like trash, only for them to be your treasure.

You always look around before hand already scheming when he walks off from where the doodling transpired and your fly in swiping your golden ticket. Without lying you’d admit this had only happened 3 times.

One of seance dog , of course.

One of the math teacher with demon horns

And one of —You.

It was a stick figure where you were sticking your tongue out , you remember playfully slapping his arm asking when the hell you’ve ever made that face.

These treasures tucked away in your journal only ever being seen by yours truly.

This crush was killing you softly , but you were ready to die in bliss.

Math came and went, you mark and William luckily had English with Ms.Riverwood together so you wouldn’t be alone with Mr.wonderful in the last period of the day.

You sat at a separate table but the boys were still nearby, close enough to talk at least. Not even William was aware of your conundrum. You did a good job a building a wall around yourself. There were times He’d laugh at your mean comments towards his own best friend and there were others he winced at the remarks.

In this period you’d get more of an opportunity for air, ever since you met this boy you’d been unintentionally attached at the hip.

Every year you’d share a majority of your classes, Mark was always there. If only he knew how you felt. Would he laugh ,would he distance himself? Would you lose the first genuine friend you ever made all because you failed to control yourself.

You weren’t about to risk it. Mark was too good to lose because of silly teen age hormones.

On the odd chances your English teacher was too tired and swamped with grading to teach , she’d instruct the class to write about anything , everything which would be used as extra credit towards your final grade.

You always write romantic stories about random couple and your teacher would encourage you to read them for the class.

But these kids have seen you cuss out men twice your size ,to suddenly serenade them with words you’d only whisper to yourself under your covers would be acting out a nightmare in your own behalf ,so you’d always turn her down.

Work was done fast as usually and you reached in your bag to get your little black book.

You freeze , the spot where it’s usually tucked away in your bag, vacant , your heart practically dropped to your ass.

‘No fucking way.’ Did you really leave it in math class—

You jump from your chair and made your way to your teachers desk. She raises an eyebrow behind her frames surprised you of all people stood before her in urgency.

“Ms.Riverwood I really need a hall pass”

“Y/N? what’s wrong ? Class isn’t out for another—20 minutes or so. ”

“I um—“ You lean in closer and lower your panicked tone to a whisper. “I left something very important in the Math wing could I go get get it? Please” She’s hesitant for a second before realizing what it was referring to.

She only knew of its existence because youd left it in her class many a time for safe keeping.

“Alright , no need to take a pass , homework will be online , hurry but don’t run.”

“Thank you so so so much I’ll stay after tommorow and help grade papers — anything” You rush back to your seat getting a look from a few students confused by your rush to leave. William looks up from his work noticing aswell but you were already making your way out the classroom to see Mark had noticed you nearly run out the room too.

‘Please be empty , please be there’ At first you were speed walking but then grew to a full sprint down the hall to your previous class.

The room was empty and luckily unlocked with no math teacher in sight and no book to be seen. The brewing anxiety in your chest made your heart pound, part is you was trying to convince yourself maybe your math teacher had the book in his possession

But the other part started making you think of the others who could have found it —Or worse if Mark would find it.

‘Lost and found’

You remember your math teacher Mr. A, saying once before he doesn’t like a messy room and will deliver any items left behind to the lost and found. The squeaks of sneakers were faint to your ears as you dashed to the lower level of the school. A few students moving to avoid colliding with you as you.

Finally you made it down the hall where lost and found would be. You slow down being grateful for the lost time you made up for but stop in your tracks at the echos of laughter nearby.

“Yo, ‘His eyes burned with an auburn hue in the summer’ ? This is so fucking cringe”

“LOL who wrote this shit bro.”

You knew that phrase, you commonly referred to his eyes in that exact manner.

A group of kids has already discovered your book, your delicate heart burned with its own humiliated flame. You clench your jaw ,gripping one of the straps on your book-bag , trying to catch your breathe.

You weren’t about to let them belittle you this way, you muster up enough courage to walk over but find it hard to mask the rage boiling beneath your skin. There were 4 students surrounding the window in the wall deemed the lost and found , one of which was a hall monitor given the atrocious yellow sash they had to wear. Despite the alarms bell blaring in your head you approached them determined to retrieve your prized possession.

“Since when are we allowed to go through people stuff down here? Give me that journal-“

The boy holding your journal shuts snaps it shut in his palm cutting you off, proceeding to wave it in the air.

“No shot this belongs to you! You’re a fucking weirdo, I should really turn this in to an admin.”

“Girl this is next level creepy , this is shit they’d use as evidence in those true crime documentaries” At this point your face was definitely turning a scarlet shade from a mixture of rage and embarrassment.

To think you were just dwelling on possible exposure; talk about subtle foreshadowing

“It’s mine and you’re going to give it to me. My names on the first page signed ‘Y/N’ in bright glittery blue ink please just- give it back” a strong sense of fear hid anoungst at your demand.

“You write this creepy shit an- are you seriously about to cry over this?” They began to laugh at you as you tried to stay composed.

Time was running out and you needed to get this back before irreprehensible damage was done to your ego.

“Guys If she said give it back, give it back.” You spun around like a deer infront of headlights.

Mark came to what he presumed was your rescue to find you nearly to tears and at the point at exploding all at once. You tear your eyes from his and back to the group of students, some continue their laughing other giving mark a look of great disdained.

“Dude Mark if you read this shit-“ “I don’t need to, give her the book back you guys are being dicks” They share looks yet again and the same boy tosses the book your way which you manage to catch and hold so close like a raft in rushing water.

The hall monitor looked between you then Mark and was quick to pick up on the correlation to why you were so panicked when he approached.

“Wait— Mark you know Y/n?” She asked with a hint of guilt in her one , her friends continued to make jokes between each other.

“Yeah ,since middle school why?”

Who ever this chick was seemed to be the only one able to pick up on the true meaning of the book but you were quicker, You grabbed Mark by his arm and practically drag him away from the group of students who began to question the one girl amoungst them that figured it out but she told them to shut up and drop it .

You were a safe distance away at this point and their voices faded quickly deeper in the hall. Your head was hot and your chest was so tight it felt like it would rip through your skin at any second.

What if he found out right there infront of those ass holes what you were really there for. Your senes were still horrid, you didn’t realize how fast you were walking or how hard you were holding onto Mark.

“Wait. Y/N —slow down”

“Y/N!” Your head snaps up with mark now holding your arm. You hadn’t realized you were back in the English hall too. Each part of you was burning.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t follow you sooner-“

“Why were you even there?“ You’re unable to face him , it was impossible to wrap your head around what had nearly happened .

“Why not? If I hadn’t been the-“

“I could have handle it on my own ,Mark” The barrier preventing you from meeting his gaze vanished and anger took the wheel.

“I didn’t call for you I sure as hell I didn’t ask for you to be there, I’m a big girl Grayson I could have-“

“But I’m your friend Y/N-“

“I didn’t ask for you to do that either” Your quickly realize what had you had said and in that moment you see a face you’ve never seen him conjure before; genuine hurt. Mark swallows taking a step back while tucking a hand in his pocket and the other reaches to rub his neck. Students who had left class early whisper as they passed by.

“Ouch”

“Wait Mark I didn’t mean that I’m so sorry-“

Before he can say anything the final bell rings. Tears prick in your eyes , his hurt turned to concern and Mark attempts to reach for you but you pull away clutching your journal even closer to your heart.

Jesus ,He looked like you kicked his dog. When your eyes met a few tears fell and you fully turn away from him and head towards the nearest exit before anyone else could see you like this.

Mark watches you vanish into the incoming swarm of students , images of your damp face still fresh in his mind. He just stood there as kids told him to move , he remained still until William lightly shoved his back pack in his arms chest.

“Mark What-happened? Y/N left then you left..? Now- you’re here and Y/N isn’t.” Mark looked at him for a moment then back to the direction he last saw you.

“I—Don’t know..”

Instead of taking the bus along with your friends, you choose to walk. Clinging to the binded heart hidden on your arms. Amidst your trudge home you felt vibrations buzz against your thigh. You stop and grab your phone reading the messages left behind by your friends.

William ? where do you go ? Are you alright . Text me back

Jess Uh babe, you missed the bus ;(( you good? call me < 3

Loser Are you okay? : ( I'm sorry if i messed up , Call me or dont. I'm really sorry Y/N

You feel tears again but your phones chimes once more and your grip grew tighter on the edges of the device when you read the last message

Loser You’re always going to be my friend ‘Nickname’ even if I’m not yours… Ttyl

‘Friend’

That’s all you’d ever be to him.

How much longer were you going to run away from this, how much more could you keep up the charade, to masquerade this aggressive persona to keep him at bay, avoiding him wasn’t enough , the violence cascaded in your words only did damage.

He’d have to cease existence before you’d even attempt to grasp the concept of living beyond the pages you sought refuge in.

You hurt him all for the sake of protecting the fantasy you decorated pages with. Bur he was the sending you texts of apology.

The time you put into each sequence of words couldn’t replace what stood before you.

It was going to burn right through you and you would let it

[garden-of-rambles]

OdyPen fanfiction rec Masterlist, Part 1

I'll do more of these in the future, but I wanted to make a list of some personal favorite Odypen fanfics. It's entirely possible you've read some (or all) of these, but more than anything I just wanted to show appreciation to some fics I love. You'll find both chapter and one shot recs here, and I'll be trying to spotlight some new stuff as well. I've mentioned some of these on this blog before, but all of these stories deserve as much praise as they can get.

I'll start with one-shots, then chapter fics, with mention of which are completed or still ongoing stories. They'll have varying ratings, up to E, so keep that in mind. If any of these interest you, please go check them out, and leave comments!

Oh, and I'll only be recommending one specific fic from each author (otherwise many of them would be featured more than once) but I will bring up if they have other fics to check out.

Links and summaries for all the stories, as well as mentions of specific things in them I really loved, will be found below the cut.

One-shots:

(Note: some of these are part of a series with other one-shots, and I'll mention it if they are)

half of me is you by i_waited_two_weeks_for_this_shit

Summary:

She twists the string tied around her finger. It’s a bright, glorious red. The colour of the blood that flows in her veins, the strong texture of the wool she spins into thread in her weaving, and she chooses to believe that it means he is alive. It falls over the edge of the bed, twisting its way across the floor and out the window ledge. If she squints, she can see it fall over and onto the island, making its way across the beaches and shores. It falls into the water and disappears, and this is the way it has been for thirteen years. - For twenty years, Penelope sits in her grief, the only thing to comfort her the string around her finger, and the memory of her husband.

What I really love: the writing is great, but in particular the unique take on the 'thread of fate' idea, and how it is incorporated into Penelope's weaving is super interesting and the whole thing makes me very emotional.

Smartest Girl in the Game by Anchestor

Summary:

As kings and princes flock to Sparta, vying for Helen, it's clear that Penelope and Clytemnestra will serve as consolation prizes. As the other men strut around like peacocks, one suitor catches Penelope's eye: the little king of barren Ithaca. Now she needs make sure to catch his eye in turn. Or, how to woo a cutie when propriety demands you can't, like, talk to each other

What I really love: If you want young odypen flirting with each other by playing games and using secret messages and matching each other's freak in a way that leaves everyone else confused? This one-shot is for you.

To Live, to Lose, and to Live Anyway by holyflyingswisscheese

Summary: This is part of a series called 'The King of Ithaca is Home' but this part is still its own stand alone one-shot.

“I wish you did not have to see this,” Odysseus says. “The man I have become…” “Is still the man I married,” Penelope finishes. “Whom I love with all my heart and vowed to never leave. He is still you.” The king of Ithaca returned last night. His first week home, told through the voice of the woman who loves him most.

What I really love: The heavy focus on recovery in this one! It can be a heavy and painful read at times, but also very lovely and comforting. The other parts of the series are worth checking out too!

Chapter Fics:

again, even though we know love's landscape by formerstingray

Summary: Completed.

Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others end: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again among the flowers, and look up into the sky. - Rainer Maria Rilke. / Odysseus and Penelope meet and fall in love. He goes to war. And, twenty years later, it happens all over again.

What I really love: Is it bad if I just say everything? This series covers both their meeting and wedding, as well as their years apart, and all of it is lovely and devastating as needed. You can read almost any part of the series in any order you want to, but it also reads well in sequence. Really great interactions between the two characters in this one.

My Love I Kept You Well by thehouseofblack

Summary: Completed.

Aphrodite had foreseen Paris' triumph – her triumph, in truth. The moment his eyes would fall upon Helen of Sparta, he would understand: this was the reward for his devotion, this was the woman the gods themselves had deemed worthy of a prince so favoured. She had not foreseen his rejection. Had not expected him to turn away from the prize she had laid before him, to spurn the very woman he had once coveted with all his heart. Nor had she anticipated that his desire would stray – not to another queen, most certainly not to Helen’s own cousin. Penelope of Sparta. (Or, after coming across a portrait of Penelope during his time in Sparta, Paris of Troy switches his kidnapping victim from Helen to Penelope. This proves far more detrimental than anyone could have imagined - a spark burning so bright that even the Gods on Olympus are caught in its flames.)

What I really love: I was soooo torn on if I wanted to recommend this or one of their other fics, as there is a lot of great stuff to choose from! But MLIKYW is one of my favorites, and while it can be a rough read it does so many interesting things with Penelope and Odysseus as characters and is incredibly well written. Plus, while I'm no historian, reading fics from this author always comes across as more "authentic" in terms of representing the time period than most other fics, which is another feature I really like. This was also one of the earliest fics I read to completion in the fandom, and it will always hold a very special place in my heart because of that.

(oh, and if you're a multishipper for this fandom, there's tons of fics by this same author in that vein -- lots of OdyDioPen and the like. It's not my thing, but it's all excellently written!)

Baselia by DAYAGOLD

Summary: Completed.

Penelope's life in Sparta since after she meets an odd boy in an olive grove. Leads through them falling in love and getting married.

What I really love: all the young odypen cuteness you could want. Seriously, that's what brings me back to it again and again, when I have reached my angst overload and just need to drown in them being sweet with each other. It started as a series of drabbles, but the chapters get longer as it goes.

and all the years we should have had by jamais_vuO

Summary: Currently updating. The ship came to their shores in the third year after the war ended. One ship, just one, and Penelope stood on the clifftop near her husband’s palace and looked down upon the harbor below, and clenched her fist in her himation until it was wrapped around her so tight that it was imprinting its weave pattern onto her skin. Just one ship, and the men she could see disembarking were too few to be fifty, and none turned to hare instantly up the hill towards her. Penelope turned away to head into the palace, to wait for the bad news to find her. (odysseus chooses to sacrifice himself, and penelope chooses not to let him go)

What I really love: The way Penelope is written, and how it doesn't villainize Eurylochus! I'm a sucker for the premise of Odypen successfully pulling off an Orpheus and Eurydice thing, and I like the idea of Penelope being the one venturing into the Underworld to get her husband back.

Threads Undone by Tamorasky

Summary: Currently updating

It was not as the Fates intended. There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war. Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

What I really love: There have been a few "Odysseus saves Penelope from Troy" AUs and a lot of them are great in their own way, but this one is definitely going about it in a unique manner. It's not super far into the story yet, but already the interactions between the characters have been very interesting, and I'm looking forward to more!

the trillium by lostintranslation

Summary: Currently updating

One soul, one mind, two bodies. The story of Penelope and Odysseus.

What I really love: that first chapter is basically entirely vignettes of young Odypen being cute, and I know it will only make the following chapters more painful haha! Only one chapter is out so far, but I really enjoyed it. I almost recommended some of this author's one-shots instead (and I do encourage checking those out) but I really liked this first part of the story and wanted to recommend it!

Bury the Sea by paigian

Summary: Currently updating, will finish soon, also part of a larger series called 'Tell Me About a Complicated Man' that includes one-shots that are also must-reads.

The wind comes early, salt-laced and restless, tugging at the sails before the sun has fully risen. The sea is silver in the half-light, gleaming like a blade. A dozen black ships line the shore, each a beast of burden groaning under the weight of war—of spears and shields, of men too young and men already weary, six hundred in all. Horses stamp and snort. Armour glints faintly. The world smells of brine and bronze and things left unsaid. And there is the horizon, wide and unblinking, where the gods keep their secrets. Already, Ares drums his fingers against his shield. Athena watches from behind a veil of cloud, sharp-eyed and silent. Apollo cords his bow in the east. Even the Fates lean in, breathless. The heavens tilt toward bloodshed. But the dawn stretches her fingers across the sky, rosy and pale, as though the morning itself hesitates—softening what must be done. Odysseus steps forward. His cloak hangs from his shoulders, sword glinting beneath it at his hip. He looks impossibly far away already, though he hasn’t left yet. But his eyes—his eyes are on her.

A dual-timeline look at Odysseus and Penelope—memory and absence side by side.

What I really love: I have to try to keep this section small, because otherwise I would gush forever, but the works in this 'Tell Me About a Complicated Man' series are genuinely not just some of my favorite fics in this fandom, but some of my favorite fics period. If you like Odypen and haven't started reading this yet, I cannot tell you enough how much you are missing out. The characterization and prose are all top-notch, and I have literally read all of the fics in this series an embarrassing number of times. Please go read and comment on this fic you guys <3

Okay, that is it for this first fanfiction rec masterpost! There are a lot of other great ones out there that I didn't mention yet so as to save them for other posts in the future. I'm also always on the lookout for new stuff, or stories I haven't encountered before.

I hope this shines a spotlight on some fanfics that truly deserve all the attention in the world. <3 Thanks for reading, and please do check out these stories and leave comments!

[lexisficcs]

❦ Sunshine and Kisses ❦

Pairings; Softbf!Mingi x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, Slight angst (?, Mingi was irritated), nicknames/pet names are mentioned, entertainment purposes only!

➤ Synopsis: It was a sunny day, perfect for a picnic with your loved one despite him not being a fan of them.

➤ Word count: 815-ish

!Not proof read! I was too lazy to, so i apologize for any grammar mistakes.

You decided you wanted to go on a picnic with your boyfriend, Mingi. Mingi didn’t really care of picnics, but you convinced him to go anyway.

You packed the basket, putting fruits in their own section of the basket, and putting a few things of string cheese in another. You then added another spot for chocolate and whipped cream. Putting your bread, meats, and sauces carefully in the middle of the basket so nothing would get squished.

You added the ice packs so nothing melted or went bad, then you put the lid on your basket and carried it out to the car.

Mingi was already waiting in the car, having he packed the blankets and pillows ten minutes ago. “You ready?” Mingi asked as you gently placed the basket in the backseat. “All set.” You replied as you slid into the passenger seat.

Mingi nodded his head and started the car as you buckle your seatbelt.

As Mingi drove you heard him sigh, causing you to look at him “What’s wrong, Ming?” You asked softly. Mingi simply shook his head and replied with “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, a little too quiet. As you pull up to the pond where you and Mingi settled on, you ask him again “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet since we’ve gotten in the car.” Mingi clenched his jaw, slightly annoyed “I’m fine.” He responded, his voice a little more forceful.

You simply nod your head, you knew he didn’t want to come. Mingi never wants to do anything with you lately, which lead you to this morning. Begging him to go on a picnic with you for lunch.

You slip out of the car, opening the back door to get the basket and blankets, Mingi still hasn’t gotten out of the car. You say softly “We can go back home if you want.” Mingi shook his head, his voice more rough than he intended “We’re already here, let’s just have the picnic.” He immediately regretted saying that after he saw your face fall.

Mingi got out of the car and rounded to where you were, taking the blanket from you and presses a soft kiss to your temple “I’m sorry.” He whispers against your skin, you nod your head with a simple “I forgive you.”

You finish unpacking the car and follow Mingi down to where he had the blanket laid out on the grass, setting the basket down gently and lay out the pillows and extra blanket.

You slip your shoes off and sit down, next to Mingi. Mingi simply reached over and grabbed your hand, slipping his fingers between yours “I mean it, baby. I’m sorry for how i acted in the car, forgive me?” Mingi pleaded softly.

“I forgive you, honey.” You responded softly, squeezing Mingi’s hand gently. “I still feel bad, tell me how to make up for it. Anything you want, baby. It’s yours. All of it.” Mingi said quietly, barely audible. You simply press a kiss to Mingi’s lips, whispering softly “I forgive you, I promise.” Mingi simply smile and covered your face in kisses, causing you to giggle.

“Can we eat now?” Mingi asked softly as he presses one last kiss on the tip of your nose. “We can.” You responded, opening the basket and started pulling out the things you packed.

“Did you pack meat?” Mingi asked, you simply rolled your eyes and said “I did, why would I not bring things you like?” Mingi smiled as you held up a thing of chicken for him.

“Thank you, babygirl.” Mingi said with hearts in eyes. “You’re welcome, my love.” You responded as he started to eat his chicken while you ate your fruits.

“I almost forgot!” You said, quickly pulling out chocolates and whipped cream to go with the strawberries you packed. “Seriously?” Mingi said in a teasing tone, “Yes, seriously.” You responded as you set the chocolate in the sun to melt.

Mingi opened the whipped cream container and set it down, picking up a strawberry and dipping it into it and taking a big bite. “Good?” You asked, he nodded his head as he was chewing, swallowing it quickly as he replied “Very good.”

After you and Mingi finished eating and put everything back into the basket, Mingi laid down on his pillow and gently pulled you to lay with him. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a soft “I love you, you know that? Even when I’ve been a jerk for the past few days.” You snuggled into him and softly said “I love you too” as you laid there in Mingi’s arms in a comfortable atmosphere.

The setting sun created a soft orange glow and warmth that couldn’t be described, neither of you made a move to get up. Simply watching the sun set together.

[strohller27]

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[kalashtars]

the worst feeling in the world is thinking you understand something and then taking a quiz on it and realizing that actually, you understood nothing at all

[xplicitviewz]

“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

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[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I promised you some lions! Let's talk about manes, males, and management.

This is Tandie, the current male lion at the Woodland Park Zoo.

Notice anything odd about him? He's got one of those hilarious awkward teenager manes. Except... this cat is nine years old.

I was, of course, immediately curious.

Manes serve a lot of purposes for male lions, including being an indicator of health and fitness - it's actually a sexually selected trait and a social signal. Mane texture / hair quality / length is dependent on nutrition and the body having energy to grow (and carry around!) that much hair! The color is also a signal: males with darker manes have been found to have higher testosterone levels.

In one research report, wild males were much more likely to avoid a lion decoy when it had a longer or darker mane - but the girls really loved a dark mane. It's thought this is because a long, dark mane is an indicator of mate quality. Males with longer, darker manes have higher testosterone and were pretty healthy: meaning they had more energy for fighting, had a better chance of recovering if they got injured, and generally had a higher rate of offspring survival. Manes matter!

So, back to Tandie. He was actually born at the Woodland Park Zoo in 2014 alongside two brothers, to dad Xerxes and mother Adia.

This was Xerxes (rip).

Obviously, a very large, dark, lush mane on Xerxes here. So where did these blond muttonchops come from on his son?

I asked the zoo docents and got an answer that didn't make a lot of sense. They told me that after the three cubs grew into adolescents, they were moved to the Oakland Zoo together. But living together suppressed his testosterone, and he never grew a mane.

Hmmmm.

Here's a photo from 2016, when the brothers debuted at Oakland. They're a year and a half old in this photo.

(Photo Credit: Oakland Zoo)

And here's from an announcement for their third birthday.

(Photo credit: Oakland Zoo)

Okay, so these dudes obviously all were growing manes as of 2017. I think Tandie is the one on the left in the first photo, and laying down in the middle on the second. What happened?

I was just in the Bay Area for a zoo road trip, of course I went to Oakland and tracked down a docent to ask some questions.

It turns out that shortly after the brothers turned three, they started acting like adult male lions: they started scuffling regularly. It's a normal social thing for male lions to live in groups, called coalitions, but according to my lion experts there's generally a baseline level of some social jostling within them. It wasn't quite clear from what the docent said if they couldn't manage the boys together, or if they just wanted to avoid the scratches and small wounds that result from normal lion behavior. Regardless, they put all three of the boys on testosterone blockers in order to be able to keep them together as a social group.

Now, I don't know a lot about the use of hormone alteration as a form of captive animal management, except in the case of birth control. I don't think it's something that's unethical - there was just a webinar on it that I saw go by - but I don't think it's commonly done with big cats. Lions have kind of complicated reproductive cycles, and for instance, we've been learning that female lions can take much longer to come into estrus again than expected after coming off hormonal birth control.

In males, testosterone blockers (or being neutered) means they lose their manes. This is why a lot of rescues will do a vasectomy on their males instead of a neuter - it allows them to keep their mane and the social signals that accompany it.

Tandie returned home to Woodland Park Zoo after Xerxes passed in early 2022, and the docent told me all of the lions had been off their blockers "for while." I'd guess those things happened around the same time, since bringing the trio down to a duo at Oakland would reduce some of the social tensions.

Hormones are such interesting things, though. One of Tandie's brothers has a full mane again, and the other is still totally mane-less.

As for Tandie, his mane is growing back in, and it looks like he might rival his dad for length and coloration.

He started here, in February:

Yesterday:

What a difference four months (and maybe proximity to a girl) makes!

[emmyrosee]

“Just one more,” you mewl.

“Oh my god.”

Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.

But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.

At first, sure, he loved the attention.

But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.

“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”

“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”

Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”

He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”

“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”

Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.

You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.

“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”

“You’re done with me?” He asks.

“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”

He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”

You’re right.

He really, really does.

[aromanticasterisms]

cpc finale today and auugh. explodes forever

[misayani]

MINISKIRT — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU WEARING A MINISKIRT HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — hope u guys missed me cs i havent posted any works for the past 24 hours [lowercase intended]

warnings: nsfw on some parts

mi na — 

- FEMXFEM.

- the two of you going on a cute date while wearing miniskirts because hello??? 

- u shop together for clothes and everytime you guys do she gets you a miniskirt

- you now have like 30 of them in ur closet

- compliments you non stop because ??? her gf's so pretty it makes her wanna cry

- will tease you all day if you decide to wear that out

- lingering touches on your thighs here and there

- has a smug smirk on her face while doing it

- she rides it up more, claiming "it looks better like that"

- has a pepper spray in her bag in case the both of you stays out until night 

- will STARE and GLARE at anybody who's looking at your legs

- like how dare they that's only for hers to look at ??

- the both of you are so feminine, guys mistake the both of you as just friends

- she'll simply roll her eyes and give them a disgusted look

- "what? haven't seen a pretty girl date another pretty girl? idiots."

- planning outfits with her !!!! ><

- the both of you laying down on your stomach, legs tangled with each other behind, and scrolling on your laptop to buy more clothes (and miniskirts)

- overall a power couple, we love feminine pussy eater girls <3

"cmon, lift it a little more up. what's the point of a miniskirt if you're gonna pull it down?" your butt cheeks are literally already hanging out.

no eul —

- oh boy

- she's so protective

- if you're out together, she'll subtly walk closer to you to shield you from unwanted attention

- wears a jacket for you whenever you decide to wear a miniskirt

- HEKSKSKSK YOU LOVE TEASING HER SM

- guiding her hand to your thighs

- she'll stiffen and yank her hand away and you pout :(

- she shoots you a glare, her eyes giving you a warning

- "wait until we get home."

- you sigh and decide to tease her more by riding your skirt up until your safety shorts r literally visible

- SHE'LL CLENCH HER JAW AT YOUR STUBBORNNESS AND IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING HOT????

- you'll just act innocent and bat your eyelashes at her

- "what? i didn't do anything wrong:("

- whenever you get the chance, you'll grind your ass against her

- she will.audibly.hiss.ohmyfuckinggosh

- you're so dead when the two of you finally get home !!!

- she's USUALLY a soft dom but don't expect her to go easy on you after you literally just teased her the whole day

- the miniskirt stays on while she fucks your brains out

- ends up with you drooling and moaning nothing but her name the whole night

- well... that's what you get when you don't listen!

- you obviously liked it though, so ever since that you started to wear miniskirts more often;)

"stop crying. you asked for this, didn't you?"

se mi —

- SHE INSISTS YOU WEAR THEM.

- will walk around the mall with her arm wrapped around your waist FOR EVERYONE TO SEE YOU'RE HERS

- shamelessly stares at your thighs and smirks if she sees you blushing

- "come here closer, baby"

- unlike with no-eul's, se-mi will be the one grinding on your ass

- literally fantasizes about bending you over and lifting your skirt up 

- OHMYGO

- if you're acting bratty, she'll bend you over her lap and spank you until your ass is red

- sometimes she makes you go commando 

- se-mi loves being risky

- she will sneakily brush her hand up your thighs

- but if you're not in the mood for anything and just really want to wear a cute miniskirt, she'll respect that

- because no is no <3

- although, if you like it like that

- she'll definitely have some fun with you

- secretly gets turned on whenever you wear miniskirts but doesn't admit it because she has to keep that 'cool' exterior of hers /eyeroll

- overall just loves your thighs so much. to the moon and back.

"can we go home now? i wanna rip that skirt off you"

jun hee —

- out of all four ABOVE (^), she's the most respectful

- "you look so pretty wearing that"

- if the miniskirt is too mini though, she'll get flustered

- she's the one who's gonna pull it down for you

- "baby, it's short like that on purpose!" "i don't care, it's too short!"

- acts like a mother to you

- she may complain sometimes but when you ask her to pick out your clothes

- she'll definitely go for the miniskirt with no hesitation

- she secretly likes it. she just isn't fond of the idea of other people seeing your legs

- her eyes will involuntarily flicker to your legs often as much as she hates to admit it

- "are you staring?"

- "what? no! i mean, maybe a little but—!"

- you just laugh at her while she rolls her eyes playfully at you

- but with that aside, she does really think you're breathtaking whenever you wear miniskirts. i mean she thinks you're breathtaking in general but something about you wearing miniskirts just gets her on

"you're starting to convince me to let you wear that more often." "glad to know."

hyun ju —

before her surgery: 

- you tried to tell her once that it's more than fine for her to wear a miniskirt

- she politely declines, telling you that she doesn't really feel confident yet

- you respect her decision, "okay, i'll be right here whenever you're ready!"

- instead, she admires you. her stares linger a little longer than usual

- though a little part of her wishes she could be as confident as you 

- not in an envy way though!!! NEVER.

- you inspire hyun-ju so much, and she's glad to have you. someone that helps her and understands her

- anyways, she's calm most of the time, you'll hear some compliments here and there

- "you look amazing."

- this literally makes your heart melt so much, the way she's staring at you out of love :((( <3

- her protective side though ?????

- "did that person tell you anything??" "no, they just said i look pretty!:)"

- her jaw clenches, but she does nothing about it.

- after all, what they said was right. it was undeniable, you really do look pretty

- you give her a little twirl sometimes, showing off your pretty outfit

- "you're showing off, aren't you?"

- your lips curve into a smile, "mhm! and you will too, one day."

- she smiles at the thought but doesn't say anything further

after her surgery:

- YAAAAAY !!!!!!!!

- 10000 MORE TIMES CONFIDENT 

- hesitates at first though, but that's totally fine!!!

- "are you sure i can pull this off..?" "BABY YOU WOULD LOOK THE HOTTEST."

- you decided to get her comfortable with skirts first

- "hmm... what do you say to wearing a skirt but just inside the house?" 

- "...okay." 

- you help her relax and get comfy with it. you're literally her safe space:(

- and then you hype her up so much to the point she gets convinced

- are you ready....

- TA-DA!! she finally wears a skirt outside the house !!

- not as short as yours though, she isn't ready for that yet. BUT !!! baby steps <33

- "we can just go for a quick walk, if you're fine with that."

- if anybody stares, you glare at them and turn to hyun-ju with a warm smile

- "don't mind them, they don't matter. you're doing so well"

- after a while, she grows more and more comfortable wearing a skirt

- then the both of you finally go on dates while wearing matching skirts !! yay 

"i realized people care way less than we think they do."

young mi —

- ADORES YOU SO SO MUCH

- she gets flustered easily, and you take advantage of that

- "sweetheart, do you think this length is good? or should i go for a shorter one?"

- will stutter and nervously fiddle with her fingers

- "i think— i think it's already too short.."

- "too short? come closer so you can see it better."

- you're an absolute tease 

- KEEPS HER HANDS TO HERSELF WHEN THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SITTING TOGETHER

- literally just stares forward, trying her hardest to not look at your bare legs

- you sulk though when you wear a miniskirt specifically for her but she won't even bat an eye on you:(

- "do you not like it? i can change.."

- she snaps her head towards you, "no no no! i just cant handle all that.." LMFAO

- "well you better learn how to, i'm not gonna give up until you look at me."

- spoiler alert!!!! you make her ride your thigh ♡

"unnie.." 

sae byeok —

- 'wear that idgaf i can fight' TYPE

- she literally has her pocket knife with her no matter where she goes

- she doesn't need it ngl, it's mostly for you

- I MEAN NOT TO USE ON YOU (unless you want her to;)

- you draw her attention on purpose: lifting your skirt up, brushing your thigh against her leg, bending down to pick something up

- you whine if you see her not reacting even once:(

- "if you want me to do something, then you'll have to be riskier."

- you'd literally do anything, even if that made you look so desperate

- you'd rub your thighs together and softly moan directly into sae-byeok's ear 

- ... still gets you nowhere

- HAND PLACEMENTTT

- makes your cunt throb sb when you feel her hot palm against your inner thigh

- her fingers might brush over your core if you're lucky

- but that's all she does, the rest happens at home

- aside from all that horny shit though, she really likes it when you wear miniskirts

- she can't quite place her finger on it as to why— miniskirts are just so you

- most of the time she doesn't even know what to say, mostly cause she can't think of a word to compliment you. simply saying that you're beautiful sounds such an understatement for her.

"sae, stop glaring at the man." "i'm gonna fucking gut him up if he doesn't rip his eyes away from you." shit left you speechless.

thanos —

- EASY ACCESS !!!!!!!!

- "holy shit baby, you look good. easier for me to—" "thanos!"

- he's SURPRISINGLY good at giving you outfit tips like ??? okay diva??

- "wear my leather jacket over that, it matches with the skirt."

- he wants to accompany you whenever you go shopping

- he's not one of those bitchy guys who complain about you taking so long at the store, he actually enjoys spending time with you shopping for your girly stuff

- just like se-mi, this man stares at your thighs shamelessly

- he's so sassy 

- "my legs look better." "baby, i love you, but shut the fuck up."

- curses in english whenever you come out of your room and he sees you wearing a miniskirt

- if he sees another man staring at HIS girlfriend, he'll call him out

- "isn't my girlfriend so stunning? you're lucky cause she's the last pretty thing you get to see before i fucking gouge your eyes out"

- he sulks when you scold him

- "might ban you from wearing a skirt outside from now on, just too many eyes."

- though he's jealous, deep down he's proud to call you as his

- like??? nobody else can't handle your fine ass but him

- he doesn't even need his drugs anymore; you're his drug

- he just can't have enough of you

"you're killing me with that outfit, you know that?"

@misayani