#and that i’m not actually a fucking manager

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band that’s she’s been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didn’t want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.

(Steve would do the same for her).

Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.

64 and going down. Not a good sign.

Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, he’s actually at 43. It’s at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, “hey you’re crashing pretty hard and fast— take care of it soon!!”

Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles to himself. “I’m out of fucking juice.”

His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, she’s never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.

“Here! Have this, I’m going to try to get you some apple juice!”

Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.

“This tastes like shit, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.”

The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve can’t really make anything out right now since he’s trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.

Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.

57 after he pricked. Thank god.

It’s at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friend’s, Chrissy’s, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.

He goes over to the online orders tray and it’s empty. He doesn’t really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.

“Hey,” he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. “Just checking, I’m here to pick up an order for Edmundo and it’s not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?” He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.

“We’re working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.”

Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.

Chrissy would love her.

He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“How’s my blizzard?”

He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.

The woman looks like she’s about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. “It tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So… thanks.” He smiles. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie needs to become Steve’s husband immediately.

“And I’m in love.” He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steve’s face. “EDDIE. My name is Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?”

[leejeongz]

🫧 enhypen reaction - you have a hidden tattoo 🫧

pairing: boyf!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: suggestive (sunghoon, jake, sunoo), fluff

warnings: newly established relationship, enha see your body, physical affection, pet names

𓆉 heeseung

“where is it?” heeseung probed, teasingly. his hands tickled at your sides before moving to your stomach, making you get slightly mad.

“stop it,” you swatted his hands away, “it’s not there.”

his smile faded apologetically. “sorry, i just got a bit excited, i didn’t even realise you had a tattoo!” his voice gained momentum as he spoke, clearly getting more excited about the idea again.

“it’s not that exciting, honestly,” you turned to show him the tattoo on your back.

he read it quicker than you expected him to, giving him time to snake his arms around you and kiss your cheek from behind, “art is long, life is short,” he recites, “and yet none of it is as gorgeous as you.”

𓆉 jay

“i literally had no idea that you could speak japanese?” he looked at you puzzled, wondering how he managed to overlook that cool fact.

“yeah, i even have a tattoo in japanese,” your tone suggesting he should’ve seen it before.

“y/n, believe me the last thing im looking for is tattoos when i see you,” he admitted, “but now im curious.” he rocked back on his chair, expecting you to simply roll up your sleeve or show him your ankle.

you looked out of the window of jay’s studio to ensure that there was no passers by before pulling the hem and turning around. “my lower back, can you see it?”

“mhm,” he leaned closer to see what it said, “muse? well, i’m glad that you know.” you turned back around and found yourself suddenly in his arms, “my muse.”

𓆉 sunghoon

“sorry that we have to share a bed,” your lips tugged to one side of your face guiltily.

“babe, it’s okay,” he lay in the middle of your single bed, “you can lie on top of me if there’s no room,” he smiled to you cheekily, not expecting you to actually climb on top of him.

“isn’t it funny how you have wardrobes full of clothes,” his hands rested at your sides, “yet you still HAVE to wear my shirt?” his fingers moved slightly, tickling you, causing your arms to flare around and his shirt to raise, exposing your thighs.

“hm what’s this? it’s beautiful,” his thumb held the shirt just high enough to still see your upper thigh, right where your tattoo sat. you blushed, giggling for lack of a better response.

his arms wrapped around you, his hands meeting at your back to pull you in closer and tighter, “you’re beautiful.”

𓆉 jake

as soon as jake mentioned going to the beach on the sunniest day of the year, you knew you had to find your cutest swimwear. you slipped it on under some loose fitting clothes and headed to the beach, where you met with him and a few friends.

“i laid you a towel down, i knew you’d forget to bring one,” he laughed, noting your almost empty beach bag. “come on, let’s get to the ocean!”

you hurriedly took off the outer clothing, revealing more of your body than jake had seen yet. he tried to hide a smile but ultimately failed, turning into a chuckle as he muffled out a compliment. “damn! look at you.” he took in your figure before his eyes landed on it.

“is it basic?” the question slipped out before he could even say anything, but you were relieved when he shook his head in response.

“it’s hot,” his teeth pulled at his bottom teeth, preventing him from saying more, but it wasn’t quite enough as he rolled his eyes, “fuck, you drive me crazy, baby.”

𓆉 sunoo

“honestly, it’s fine, you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “i’ll just get changed here.” you spun your arms around his room, as if to suggest there was plenty of room to do so.

he nodded, attempting to look away as you lifted your shirt over your head, but he just couldn’t.

“oh wait, y/n, what’s this?” he stood from his desk chair. his thumb rubbed at your waistline, right over your tattoo.

“it won’t come off, sunoo,” you laughed, taking his hand away to reveal a small moon and singular star.

“oh my gosh, it’s so pretty, i never knew you had a tattoo here?!” his hand ripped from your grasp and went to touch it again, sending a hot flush through your body. noting your reaction, sunoo’s palm covered your tattoo, pulling you in closer to him.

“you should show me what other secrets you have,” he whispered against your lips.

𓆉 jungwon

you lay with your torso to your bed, jungwon rubbing his hands together across the other side of the room.

“just the top of my back, it’s so painful, i don’t know what i’ve done!” you tell him.

“okay, i’ll get my best masseur hands on then,” he walked over to you, a little too excitedly. the minute is hands touched you, you could feel the tension escaping. the relief was instant. “the other side too?” he asked, lifting his hands. before you could respond, his voice filled the room, “you have a tattoo?! nice”

he took a closer look, taking in the intricate fine line details of the artwork - a small flower on your right shoulder.

“it’s so pretty, baby,” he complimented, “so pretty.”

𓆉 niki

“i’ll just shut up then, shall i?” you watched as niki’s eyes drifted from your own to your shoulder for the fifth time in a single minute.

he snapped out of his trance, “sorry, i was trying to listen, but there’s something there under your sweater,” he pointed.

“huh?!” you exclaimed, swatting it away, “what is it? get it off!”

his hands held your arms to your sides, forcing you to be still for moment as he investigated. with your eyes squeezed shut, you obviously weren’t to know that niki was currently sporting a huge grin. “a tattoo, y/n? i never expected that from you.”

your heartbeat slowed, finally, realising what had happened, you opened your eyes again.

“ohhhh that, yeah i got it done last year, have you never seen it before?” you asked, puzzled.

“nope,” he looked to you with his finger hooked over your off the shoulder sweater and you nodded. he pulled it down ever so slightly to reveal the scattered butterflies. “i like it though,” he added, “let me see it more often?” he pleaded, with his doe eyes that you can never say no too. “only i can see it, though.”

[suhkusa]

As you weave through the crowd of people, there’s only one person on your mind.

The two of you have been talking for a month already, and while you were the one who wanted to take it slow, your feelings were growing stronger by the minute.

If it were anyone else, it might’ve taken a while for you to warm up to him. But you’ve been with Atsumu for most of your life, so there was no need to “get to know him”. Of course, you had your doubts because of his promiscuous past, but at the end of the day you didn’t color him to be the type to commit to a relationship unless he really wanted to.

So that’s why you find yourself looking for the team’s locker room, ready to congratulate him.

But it’s not his voice that stops you in your tracks. You don’t recognize it, so you assume it’s a team mate you’ve never met.

“So, Y/N,” the guy says. And just the mention of your name makes you want to make your presence known. But something holds you back.

Atsumu is the one who replies, “What about her?”

“Did you finally fuck her?”

This could just be normal men’s locker room banter but something about the way he said it is throwing you off. Was it his tone? The word “finally”?

There’s a sound of fabric being moved around before Atsumu laughs with a “Yeah,”

The other guy laughs a bit following his response, “I remember you used to talk about how she was hard to get, so I’m surprised you actually managed to get her,”

If your heart hadn’t sunk yet, it definitely did now.

Atsumu laughs again. At some point you found his laugh endearing, but right now it’s feeding into your hurt. 

“I guess your little mission or whatever is complete,” 

You tune out the rest of the conversation. You don’t care to hear it, or hear him. You just don’t care. 

The tears that had been welling up in your eyes are threatening to spill, but you look up and blink to hold them in. Not right now.

Your legs move to back up but you bump into something— or someone.

“Y/N?”

BOTH AIN’T SH!T — ALL OFFENSE

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NOTES.

sorry yall

osamu did spend the night

y/n decided not to attend the 2nd day

^ she spent it with her friends telling them what happened

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[eloquentlytired]

— when the time comes, part two

pairing: logan howlett x gn! reader

part one is here

drabble,fluff, wade is briefly here <3 and blind al (slay)

summary: perhaps logan’s wish to find you in a different timeline comes true. and this time he doesn't only find you, but wade as well.

author’s note: I was wondering if I should add laura somehow to this scene but I think it came out perfect like this! what if I make a part three for the dinner/table scene where they're all together with wade though enjoy babies !!! this low-key made me cryyy... as always reblogs & likes & conversations are sooo welcome ^_^

“this is logan.”

you turn around as wade’s voice echoes within the small apartment. you'd been roommates for a while since you both were struggling with rent and this sort of arrangement had been quite beneficial. your friendship with wade had flourished in no time and you had somehow managed to become less anxious with his help, always having silly laughs and finding nice things even in the toughest situations.

you begin moving away from the kitchen area as you hear a dialogue going on — wade, al and a voice that didn't remind you of anything.

“finally, sweet cheeks. thought i’d have to start a new pissing ritual for you to show up!” wade chimes while placing a hand on his hip and looking straight at you. Whatever follows after, it never reaches your ears.

you stand there frozen, spatula falling from your hands, as your gaze stares at the man behind wade. you don’t know him but at the same time you do. that messy hair, that beard and those eyes. whoever that man was, he must have felt what you were feeling as he also stills by wade’s side. the silence that follows is long and awkward for the others but not for you and this man; at least that's what wade points out and ruins the moment. “right. if you're done eye fucking each other — and by the way sweet cheeks I thought we had something special — but yes if you're done..” wade walks towards you and gently pushes the goofiest dog ever in your hands. what the fuck?

“—I have a bath to run. gotta get those pores unclogged before my big party.” you tried to protest but wade was already gone and al was leaving as well, muttering something about holy sugar time.

the pair of eyes across you never leave yours. you stare back at the strange man named logan; at least that's what you'd heard wade call him. “I...nice to meet you.” you finally whisper while slowly setting the dog down, your hand instinctively reaching towards logan. the taller man leans forward as well and holds your hand, shaking it in the process. “i’m logan. thanks for having me.” he murmurs and for a man his size, you didn't anticipate such simplicity and gentleness in his voice. your eyes fill with unshed tears and for an unknown reason logan reaches out to wipe them away before they stain your cheeks. you shudder at the strange familiarity of those warm digits upon your skin. logan swallows thickly. “do I know you?” he asks and you look at him with wide, sparkly eyes. you were the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. “it feels like it, doesn't it?” was the only reply you could offer him as he nods.

a moment passes. then two. logan drops his hand from your face, realizing the boundaries he's crossing. not that you really minded his touch. you quickly compose yourself and wipe the remaining wetness from your face before shifting your gaze in between logan and the kitchen.

“are- are you hungry,logan?” you suddenly ask, your voice kind of shaky.

the surprise on his face lasts briefly before a small but genuine smile settles on his features. “yeah. starving actually.” you chuckle. he does too.

as logan follows you into the kitchen, and despite wade’s awful singing coming from the bathroom, you think about the cheapest bed you can buy tomorrow for the third addition in your family.

[prisonhannibal]

i’ve complained sooo many times on here about how im frustres that knowing your have bipolar disorder makes people think they’re your therapist and look for symptoms when you do anything, so it’s actually so nice that the girl i’m dating knows and basically just said she’s not worried about it because she can tell i’ve done a lot of work and am taking the responsibility to manage it how I can, she just wants to know how she can best support me when I have an episode. nice to not feel like people think I’m fucking insane even tho i’ve been medicated for 4.5 years

[luizd3ad]

First Home | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x GN!Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Remus Lupin X Regulus Black X Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader WC: 1,094 CW: Poly Relationship, Anxiety, talks of Remus being in pain Author's Note: Heyyyy so like I know I haven’t been here for a while but I’m hoping I’ll be getting back into this😌🖤 Summary: Remus nervous about his first full moon in the new house

. ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆₊☽ ◯ ☾. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° .

Remus was pretty happy with his life at this point. 

He had great friends, a promising career and the most perfect and loving partners he could ask for.

But that didn't change the fact that for one night a month he absolutely loathed his life. 

He hated the moon almost as much as he hated himself during the moon.

Though over the years he had learned to accept what he was significantly more than he used to. 

He had learned to tolerate it. To live with it.

But that didn’t mean it didn't scare the absolute hell out of him most of the time. 

Especially when the conversation of moving in with his partners came into the loop. 

He was feeling beyond apprehensive about the idea of it all. 

It wasn't because he didn't love his partners, quite the opposite actually. It was because he loved them so much that the thought of accidentally hurting them or cursing them with the same fate as himself or… worse…  would often send him into a spiral of anxiety, overthinking and self loathing.

But eventually after months of reassurance -and Barty pouting- Remus caved and agreed that the four of you should finally move in together.

So after weeks of searching for a home -which according to you and Barty felt like it was taking ‘fucking forever’- you finally found your perfect home and moved in as soon as possible. 

That was a few weeks ago now and last night was the first full moon in the new house. 

Yesterday before nightfall Remus was beyond terrified. 

His mind had been clouded with overthinking and the absolute worst scenarios his brain could manage all day.

So when he woke up still in the basement that he and your entire friend group had spent countless hours reinforcing and charming -to Remus’s standards and preferences of course- he was so grateful. 

So grateful in fact that he was able to be distracted by the pain in his body a few moments longer than normal.

But eventually the pain consumed his body like it normally did.

For what could have been a few minutes or a few hours -Remus wasn't really sure- he just laid there looking up at the ceiling of the basement basking in the pain that ran through his body and his normal post full moon self loathing. Just completely lost in his own mind that was until he was pulled out by the sound of your voice.

“Moons? Are you awake?”

The sound of your voice had involuntarily brought a smile to Remus’s face and sent a wave of calm and comfort over him.

“Yea I’m awake love.” Remus groaned while sitting up feeling a few of his joints popping and his muscles tensing up.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs with a hot cup of coffee -that you meticulously made sure was exactly to his liking- and his favorite blanket in hand. 

Both things Remus had gladly and gratefully accepted.

“We made breakfast, if you're up for it.”

The sweet softens off your voice was slightly interrupted by Regulus chuckling.

“And of course by ‘we’ Y/N means they did the majority of the cooking since we all know I can't cook to save my life and we value our health enough to not want a repeat of when Barty tried to cook dinner for us the other week.”

Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, no matter how much it hurt, when he heard a very dramatic gasp from Barty.

“I'll have you know Black that I'm an excellent cook, you're just too much of a prick to appreciate such perfection.”

Remus continued to chuckle at the very familiar childish bickering happening between two of his lovers. 

He was actually enjoying the small distraction so much that he didn't notice when you sat next to him until he felt your shoulder brush against him.

“How are you feeling really, Remus?”

Remus couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he heard your words. “As good as to be expected love… I'm just grateful I didn’t get out and hurt one of you or worse...” 

You sighed softly and looked at Remus with a soft and loving look in your eyes. “Remus, I know you're worried but this bassment is a fortress. We'll be fine.”

Though you sounded so sure in your words Remus still wasn't fully convinced. 

His mind was already starting to spiral at this point with the possibilities and of the dangers that he imposed on the three most important people in his life.

Remus hadn't even realized he was now staring off into the black abyss of his coffee cup that was currently warming his hands till you placed your hand on top of his gaining his full attention.

When Remus’s eyes met yours he couldn't deny the love and honesty that he saw swimming in them which made your next words comfort him.

“We are fine. We will be fine. I know your anxiety won't go away but you need to remember that you have done everything in your power to ensure our safety and that's all you can do. Plus you know better than anyone that the three of us are very skilled with our magic so we are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. Not everything is on you Remus. We knew what we were signing up for when we asked for the four of us to move in together. We love you and everything will be fine I promise.”

Remus just sighed and nodded. 

A part of him honestly did feel better, he knew that he would never be a hundred percent comfortable for that one day a month but it made him feel better to know that you genuinely believed in your words and in him.

“Okay, I'll try to calm down more… I’m just so scared that I'm going to hurt one of you but I'll do my best to keep my anxiety at bay... Thank you, my love.”

Remus wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head just being happy in the moment.

Once a month he loathed his life.

But everyday before and after the full moon he genuinely loved his life.

Right now he loves his life.

He had one of his lovers in his arms while his other two lovers were ‘fighting’.

This is the life he will forever be truly grateful for.

. ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆₊☽ ◯ ☾. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° .

[la2yn0va]

Yo! Can i request some Yandere high cloud quinlet (together) x male reader, that has a habit of not caring at all for his life? Like the reader despite having a good reputantion and has one of the highest potential within the cloud knights. His powers/techniques foes harm to his body. (I Dunno if you seem jujutsu kaisen when Megumi summons Mahoraga, that summoning him cost the user his life? Well put the reader in a similar situation)

CW: Yandere characters, Suicidal(?) Reader

——

“Why are so intent on worrying us?” Dan Feng said as he healed your body with some strange vidyadhara technique. “Whaat? I’m not dead, and I’m pretty sure some random Mara-struck soldiers ain’t gonna kill ME” M/n had refuted, which seemed to tick off the high elder.

“That’s not the point! I’m talking about your technique!” He heaved out with frustration. M/n sighed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear the same speech he’d been hearing since he started. Dan Feng looked even more frustrated, grabbing his ear and harshly pulling and pinching

“Owowowow! Fuck!! Wait—!!” “Don’t get sassy with me m/n. This is serious!” He said, not hiding his frustration. M/n continued to yelp in pain. “Okay okay!! You’ve made your point!! Owowowow!!!” Just then, baiheng and Yingxinq walked in seeing Dan Feng harshly disciplining m/n.

They watched with mixed reactions, wanting to step in but also wanting to discipline you for, once again, getting them worried. “Have l?! I seem to remember ‘making my point’ to you repeatedly!! And yet you STILL go on and repeat your previous actions!!” He got increasingly more frustrated and pissed. However, before it could escalate, baiheng and yingxinq stepped in.

Yingxinq stopping Dan Feng and baiheng taking care of m/n’s hurtting ear “Calm down Feng. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson” “Don’t be a fool Yingxinq! How many times have I, Jingliu, and Jing yuan repeated this lecture with him and he has yet to take us seriously!”

“You okay sweetie~?” Baiheng said quietly, not missing the chance to get herself in m/n’s good side. He nodded and was immediately met with a slap on his nape “OW!!” “Are you trying to give us a heart attack!?” She said with worry, before he could respond, Yingqinx left a slap of his own.

“OW!! It’s a force of habit okay!? Plus, it’s not like—!” “What’s going on in here.” A colder voice sliced through m/n’s words. M/n froze as he saw jingliu walking in with jing yuan. “Good luck m/n” Yingxinq said as jingliu immediately walked angrily towards m/n.

“H-heyyyyyy jingliu…….. h-how’re you?” He nervously smiled as her red eyes glared into his. “Ahaha…I-I’m doing good to! I just came back from killing of monsters of the abundance—” “Did you use your technique?” She said, knowing the answer.

M/n stayed silent, nervously laughing and looking around to avoid the question. Jingliu had seen enough, harshly grabbing his other ear that wasn’t assaulted by Dan Feng’s wrath earlier and tugging and pinching his cheek “OWOWWWWWW!!!!!” He yelled as Jingliu DID. NOT. Hold back, making sure to dig it into his thick skull of how unacceptable his actions are.

“Are you actually this fucking dense!? How many times do I have to discipline you boy!!” She didn’t give him time to respond, her strength increasing by the second and managing to make his tear up slightly “OKAY OKAY I GET IT!!” “I DONT THINK YOU FUCKING DO!!”

Jing yuan and baiheng stepped up, both saving m/n from jingliu’s increasing wrath. “Calm down master. There’s a far more appropriate punishment then physical punishment” “Silence jing yuan! M/n needs to be reminded HARSHLY how—” “Let’s just.. hear him out jingliu” Baiheng’s reasonable voice managed to calm jingliu down.

“M/n. As General of the luofu, I’m banning you from the battlefield” “WHAT!!?” He yelled, the pain immediately being neglected as he stood up. Yingxinq keeping him from walking up to Jing yuan and throwing a punch.

“Until you grow out of this habit and change your technique, I will not allow you to rejoin the battle ground, and you WILL be arrested on sight” Jing yuan repeated with seriousness and authoritatively. M/n looked around, seeing that everyone was in agreement with this. “Your fucking kidding!” “Come on m/n. This is a reasonable reaction” “Yingxinq, you can’t actually—!” “I don’t see anything wrong with it” Baiheng interjected.

M/n growled lowly, clearly annoyed before walking away, only to be stopped by jingliu’s hand and Dan Feng’s tail. “Your not leaving our sight” Dan Feng said as m/n struggled against their grip, before giving up, deciding to try and escape later “Fine…”

-The End-

[jadelovesana]

hey hi yallll

I actually managed to skip dinner without my parents knowing (they think I ate it) I ⭐️ved all day & was like I ain’t gonna ruin it by eating a lil dinner so I’m feeling super fucking good today 🙈🐵🙊

[muldj0rd]

History Hates Lovers || Brocedes

Almost 20 years. Lewis and Nico had known each other for almost 20 years

For 10 of those years had Lewis known his feelings for the blond German

In reality had he known for a lot longer, but only had accepted his feelings for 10 years

Lewis was a pussy, he knew that, not when it came to women he knew he was never gonna see again, but a pussy when it came to some blond, German, twink he had known most of his life

---

Barcelona 2016

Lewis didn’t plan on telling Nico anything, but neither did he expect Nico to approach him

“Hey… Lew” Nico said slight nervous as he stepped into Lewis’ drivers room “So- how do I say this” Nico looked up into the ceiling to try and figure out his words

“You want to sit, or…?” Lewis offered softly, pointing to the couch

Nico didn’t say anything, but sat down onto the couch “So, you know how, you’re like, gay, right?” It was never said out loud, but everyone knew Lewis was in some degree gay

“Yes?” Lewis hummed, leaning against the small table, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling vulnerable all the sudden

“How’d… How’d you know?” Nico asked softly, starting up at Lewis

Lewis hated how much those blue eyes of Nico’s made him melt every time

Lewis shrugged slightly “Kissed a guy at a party, and I blew him after. When it didn’t feel wrong…” He shrugged slightly again “Why’d you ask?” He asked confused

“I’ve… um… been slightly confused lately” Nico hummed “Would you- would you let me try? Y’know…” Nico asked, holding Lewis got the hint

Lewis was slightly surprised “Would I- I mean, yes” He shrugged slightly “If you promise it won t change our friendship” He mumbled

“Of course. Of course it won’t” Nico said, standing up and walked over to Lewis, slightly taller than the Brit

Nico hesitated slightly, but eventually leaned in, closing the gap between the two, kissing Lewis softly

Lewis kissed back immediately, trying not to be too eager, or show how much he actually liked being kissed by Nico

“Doesn’t feel wrong” Nico hummed, pulling slightly back from Lewis, his hand on his jaw “Would you allow me to…” Nico trailed out, hoping not to step on any of Lewis’ boundaries

“You want to… Blow me?” Lewis asked surprised

“I mean… it’s fine if you won’t let me, I just wanted to confirm if I was or not” Nico said softly

“Y-you can” Lewis hummed, stuttering slightly

“Thank you” Nico got so fast onto his knees, that Lewis was afraid that he’d hurt them

Lewis had yet to change into his suit, so it was just his jeans Nico had to get through

Nico’s hands worked quickly to get Lewis’ belt out of his jeans, the button and fly worked quickly as well

Lewis grabbed the edge of the table harshly, stabilising himself from tightening his hand in Nico’s hair

Nico pulled down Lewis’ jeans and briefs, letting them rest at his mid thighs, spitting in his hand before slowly stroking Lewis softly

When Nico licked at Lewis’ tip, he looked up, seeing his head thrown back, biting his lip harshly, trying to keep himself from moaning out loud

Nico started moving his mouth on Lewis, the slight older man’s hips bucking slightly

Nico took his hand up to Lewis’ neck, tapping him slightly, getting him to look down at him, making intense eye contact

Lewis whimpered at the eye contact, trying to look away, but Nico had forced him to keep looking at him

“Please- don’t make me” Lewis almost cried out, but Nico was still forcing him to look down, moving his head and mouth faster

“Fuck” Lewis moaned softly, a hand covering his mouth the other still grabbing the edge of the table tightly

Neither seemed to blink as they kept eye contact, so many thoughts filled Lewis’ mind that he didn’t think at all

“F-fuck, Nico, ba- I’m close” Lewis managed to stop himself mid nickname, surprising himself by even calling him in the first place

Nico hummed around Lewis, the older man not sure if it was to pull him closer, torture him, or to give him permission to come

Lewis tried pulling Nico’s head back and off of his cock to come on his face, but Nico held himself close, Lewis coming down his throat instead, his body shaking slightly

They were both panting heavily as Nico pulled off of him, swallowing Lewis’ cum

“Y’know” Nico groaned, standing up again as Lewis got himself back into his briefs and jeans “You’re not that hard to fool” Nico chuckled

“What?” He mumbled, still panting slightly and dazed

“I know I’m queer” He shrugged “Was just an excuse to kiss you, the blow job was a bonus” He grinned slightly

“What’you mean?” Lewis was more confused than ever, not even sure he was happy about the kiss and blow now

“I like you, Lewis. I just wanted to make sure you felt the same before…” Nico sighed, caressing Lewis’ cheek softly

“And a blow is the way?” He chuckled softly

“Shut up” Nico chuckled, leaning in to kiss Lewis again, this time a little more heated, his hands on the Brit’s waist

“So… Are we a thing now, or…?” Lewis asked breathy as Nico pulled back

“Relationship, Lewis” Nico chuckled the answer

“Relationship, yes” Lewis nodded softly

---

After the crash, they didn’t speak- well, they did once, and that was only to yell at each other

Nico broke the relationship off faster than it had started, and from then on, ignoring each other like the plague

They had been together for only a few hours, but it was the best hours of Lewis’ life, and he would never forget that blow job

---

Hungary 2024

Nico had been bringing Lewis up in interviews more and more

Lewis hated it

He had spent years ignoring him, and now it’s like Nico is trying to manipulate or play mind games to get them talking again

He even saw Nico looking at him more often in the paddock, Lewis looked away immediately, acting if he hadn’t seen him

Post-interview, and Nico was doing them

Lewis couldn’t ignore him there. Smile and pretend

Lewis saw the sincerity in Nico’s smile. It reached his eyes. Nico was actually happy to see and talk to Lewis

Mind games thought Lewis. Keep smiling and pretending

Then Lewis’s body betrayed him, accidentally winking at the blond before handing the mic to one of the crew

Lewis quickly turned away, but caught a glimpse of Nico looking after him, blushing slightly, smile now faded

---

“You winked at me” Lewis groaned as he heard the familiar voice behind him at the bar he decided to go to

“One of many mistakes I made with you” Lewis sighed, not turning to look at Nico

“You’re telling me that you didn’t enjoy that blow job?” Nico asked with a chuckle, now leaning against the counter beside Lewis, looking down at him

“Didn’t say that. I said it was a mistake” Lewis corrected Nico, taking a sip of whatever the bartender had given him

“So you’d want to do it again?” Nico chuckled, more to assure him that there was hope he’d want it again

“No” Another sip from his glass

“Sebastian and Mark worked it out, why can’t we?” Nico asked, shifting slightly on his feet

“I don’t want to” He sighed

Nico turned Lewis’ head by his chin, something that made him swoon, but he couldn’t show him that

“Think about it, Lew” Nico leaned down to kiss him softly, which Lewis did reciprocate “Same hotel, room 644” Nico sighed before walking off and out of the bar

“Lover?” The bartender asked softly

“Worse” Lewis said “Do you think I should-“ “Yes. He seems genuine” The bartender answered, shrugging slightly

Lewis nodded, drowning the rest of his drink, closing out his tap and went out of the bar as quick as he could

“Took you long enough” Nico hummed, startling Lewis slightly as he went out of the bar

“Shut the fuck up” Lewis said, moving to kiss Nico. It was tender, but needy at the same time, holding onto whatever he could reach of him

“Hotel?” Nico asked softly, to which Lewis hummed, trying to kiss Nico again

---

The drive was a blur, but Lewis faintly remember stolen kisses and touches to the upper thighs in the back of the cab

Nico had Lewis pressed up against the wall of the elevator, attacking his neck with his lips, holding onto his waist

Lewis arms were attached around Nico’s neck, giving more space on his neck for Nico, whimpering every time the blond’s teeth grazed his skin

Lewis didn’t want to seem needy, but the small whine that left his mouth as Nico fumbled with the keycard had the blond chuckling slightly

“Needy?” Nico asked, finally getting the door open

“Asshole” Lewis groaned, yelping slightly as Nico pulled him into the room, pushing him up against the now closed door

“Definitely will be doing something to your asshole” Nico chuckled, kissing Lewis tenderly and messy, while his hands worked on the slightly shorter man’s shirt

“Then hurry the fuck up” Lewis said, raising his hands so Nico could pull his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor

“So much better than photos” Nico hummed, his thumbs pressing softly against Lewis’ abs, the touch making the Brit whimper

Nico pulled at Lewis’ belt, pulling him off the wall and towards the bed, pushing him softly onto it

Nico leaned down, mouthing at Lewis’ abdomen, making him whine and whimper, squirming under his touch

“Nico- please” Lewis whimpered, fisting in the back if Nico’s shirt, trying to get it off of him

Nico sat back again “Always impatient” Nico chuckled, but pulled his shirt off anyways

Lewis looked down. Nico had always looked good, and some how, this look- having gained slightly weight since ‘16, was a way better look

“Always the starer” Nico chuckled, his hands working on Lewis’ belt, getting it unbuckled

“Can’t help it. You look so good” Lewis whimpered slightly, lifting his hips so Nico could pull his jeans and briefs down and off of his legs

“I don’t have lube, so we have to use spit, that okay?” Nico asked, softly caressing the insides of Lewis’ thighs

“Mhm. Fine” Lewis said, nodding slightly as he took Nico’s right hand, taking two of his fingers into his mouth, starting to suck harshly and throughly, swirling his tongue around him

Once Nico’s fingers were soaked with Lewis’ spit, did he pull them out, making Lewis whine slightly

Lewis bend his knees when Nico lightly slapped the outside of his thigh with his left hand

Nico slowly pushed a finger into Lewis, slowly stretching him open

Nico only started moving his finger when Lewis slowly ground his hips down against his hand, silently begging for Nico to move

He chuckled softly as he slowly and softly moved the one finger in and out of Lewis, loving his small sounds just as much as he did back in ‘16

Nico slowly pushed in a second finger, praising and soothing Lewis, hoping to make the burn more pleasurable

“I-I’m fine. Move” Lewis panted softly, his eyes closed, gripping at the sheets tightly

Lewis whimpered quietly when Nico slowly and softly began moving his fingers

Lewis back arched off of the bed as Nico curled his fingers up to rub against Lewis’ prostate, making him moan loudly

“Nico- please. Just fuck me, please” Lewis moaned out, his eyes screwed shut, hands tight in the sheets

“You’re always so fucking impatient” Nico hummed, pulling his fingers out of Lewis, wiping them clean on his inner thigh

Lewis could only whimper at Nico’s words while the German emptied his pocket, putting his phone on the bedside table, only making Lewis more needy

“Hurry, please” Lewis whined as Nico slowly worked his jeans and briefs off of his legs “You’re horrible”

“And yet, you’re naked and spread out on my hotel bed” Nico hummed, getting his own naked body between Lewis’ legs

“Shut up” Lewis put his legs around Nico’s hips, trying to pull him close

Nico spit in his hand, stroking himself to get wet so the push would be smoother and burn less

“You’re so fucking slow” Lewis whined, only earning him a tight slap to the outside of his thigh, making him let out a sound between a yelp and a whimper

“Keep complaining and I’ll stop right before your orgasm” Nico warned him

“‘M sorry” He apologised, squirming under his intense stare, but it was soon replaced with a moan as Nico slowly pushed into him

“F-fuck. Slow” Lewis whimpered, pushing slightly at Nico’s abdomen, making him go slower

“You were never one to go slow” Nico chuckled, but went slower anyways

“There’s a difference between fast in the track and when I get cock in me” Lewis panted, his head fallen back onto the pillow “Especially without lube” He whimpered

“Why did you expect me to have lube?” Nico panted softly, having now bottomed out, his hips firm against Lewis’ ass

“I never said I expected you to have it” Lewis chuckled, making Nico chuckle as well “Move, please”

Nico nodded softly, spreading Lewis’ cheeks, spitting down and slowly starting to move his hips

Lewis started by whining and whimpering before they turned to moans when Nico angled his hips to thrusts up into his prostate, speeding up slightly

Nico’s groans quickly turned into moans as well, feeling Lewis tightly around him, clenching around him every now and then

When Lewis was so close to his orgasm that he was babbling, Nico was almost out of spit as he kept spitting down to make the movements more pleasurable for them both

“P-please. So close” Lewis whimpered, his hand loosely around his own cock, pumping slowly

“Come for me, Lewis. I’m not holding you back” Nico moaned softly, feeling himself so close to his orgasm

Lewis felt himself let go a few thrusts later, his body shaking as he came all over his abdomen and stomach, the cum bright against his dark skin

Nico’s thrusts were sloppy and short before he came inside Lewis, grunting softly before he softly laid on top of him, giving no mind to the cum now also sticking to his own stomach

Nico slowly pulled out of Lewis, both whining softly before they moved so Nico was spooning Lewis from behind, his arms around his waist and abdomen

“You got a message on your phone” Lewis informed Nico as he heard the sound and saw the screen light up

“Can you check it?” Nico asked, his eyes closed, forehead resting between Lewis’s shoulder blades

“What’s the-“ “Your birthday” He answered without hesitation, not even the slightest embarrassed that his password were Lewis’ birthday

“It’s from Vivian” Lewis sighed, sitting up on the bed, throwing Nico his phone

Nico took a quick glance at the text “It can wait” He sighed, watching Lewis stand up from the bed “Where you going?”

“I need to go” Lewis said, starting to dress himself

“At least let me clean you up, baby” Nico said, also now sitting up on the bed

“Bet you call her that too” Lewis said, his hands working on getting his belt buckled again

“Lewis-“ “I don’t want any more of your mind games. You need to choose, Nico” Lewis said before pulling his shirt over his head and leaving Nico alone

---

Belgium 2024

“I have chosen” Nico said once Lewis opened the door his hotel, freshly showered by the look of it, having won- some what at least

“Nico? W-what you mean ‘chosen’?” Lewis asked confused

“Last week, in Hungary, you asked me to choose. I did. I choose you, Lew” Nico explained

Lewis nodded softly “Is this something you wanna talk about, or…?”

“Just shut up” Nico said, kissing Lewis hard, pushing him slightly back into the room so he could close the door

“Could’ve warned me” Lewis chuckled, holding onto Nico’s waist softly

“You always said you like surprises” Nico mumbled against Lewis’ lips, softly pushing him onto the bed

“What will you do if I don’t have any lube, hm?” Lewis asked as Nico got in between his legs, removing his own shirt

“Spit worked out the last time” He panted softly, pulling down Lewis’s sweats and briefs, the two only things the Brit were wearing

“Well, lucky for you, I did bring some. In case you were actually quick in a decision for once” Lewis chuckled, earning a warning glare of Nico “Suitcase” He said, pointing to it on the floor

It wasn’t long before Nico was knuckle deep inside Lewis with two of his fingers, curling them upwards to hit his prostate, getting Lewis a moaning and squirming mess under him

“N-Nico. Please” Lewis moaned out, his hands tight on Nico’s biceps, nails digging into the skin softly

“Why you always gotta be so impatient?” Nico chuckled, pulling his fingers slowly out of Lewis, wiping them clean on his thigh before pulling his own jeans and boxers down

“Because…” Lewis scoffed softly “Have you seen yourself. All German, blond and twinky” Lewis explained breathy

“Why does that sound like Sebastian, hm?” Nico hummed, settling back in between Lewis’ legs

“Don’t talk about Seb when you’re about to fuck me” Lewis said, trying to pull Nico closer by his waist

“Fair enough” Nico hummed, stroking himself a few times to get the lube all over his cock “Pillow”

Nico put the pillow underneath Lewis’ hips, making the angle better as Nico slowly pushed himself into Lewis, the push this time much easier and more pleasurable

“Just like that, baby” Nico hummed, pushing himself all the way, spitting praises at Lewis who was seemingly getting more used to the stretch

“Move, please” Lewis whimpered out, trying to move his hips back against Nico’s

“Just lay still, schatzi” Nico hummed, starting to move his hips, slowly and softly fucking Lewis, the most beautiful sound leaving the Brit

“Fuck, baby- you sound so good” Nico moaned softly, moving his hips slightly faster and harder, causing him to fuck into Lewis’ prostate, the room now being filled with Lewis’ loud moans

“Nico, please- touch me, please” Lewis moaned loudly, his nails probably breaking the skin of Nico’s biceps

Nico chuckled softly, but did as Lewis wanted, stroking his cock to the same pace as his thrusts

“Come for me, baby. I can both feel and see you’re close” Nico taunted, watching as Lewis dropped pre-cum down his cock

Lewis didn’t get to say anything as Nico’s name rolled off of his tongue loudly as he came, his body spasms and his hole clenching down around Nico tightly

Not even a second later did Nico come, holding his hips still as he bottomed out into Lewis, feeling sweat drip down his body

They laid like they did last week. Nico spooning Lewis from behind, his arms around his waist

Nico got a message on his phone again “Check it?” Nico asked softly, kissing Lewis between his shoulder blades

Lewis hummed as he reached for Nico’s phone the floor

Viv ❤️

Do you know when you’re landing tomorrow, baby?

“You’re un fucking believable” Lewis scoffed, getting up from the bed, pulling his briefs on

“What?” Nico asked confused, sitting up on the bed

Lewis threw Nico’s phone at him, not caring about the slight hiss that Nico let out “Baby, I can explain” Nico said standing up as well

“You said you choose me” Lewis said loudly, watching how Nico pulled his briefs on again

“And I did, baby. Please-“ Nico tried, but Lewis cut him off

“You might’ve chosen me, but does she know that? Does she know that you’ve fucked me twice in one week?” Lewis was panting slightly “Does she know?”

Nico sighed, shaking his head slightly “No” Lewis only scoffed

“I’m not willing to be some kind of side piece for you-“ “And you’re not, baby. I promise you”

“God! You’re just so-… fuck! Get out. Get the fuck out, Nico” Lewis said, pointing to the door

“Lewis, please-“ “Get your fucking clothes on and leave. I ain’t wanna ever see you again” Lewis said, watching as Nico got his clothes on fast

Lewis never cried over Nico, never allowed himself to do so, but when Nico had left, Lewis slid down the door, curling into himself, allowing himself to cry over Nico

[sageispunk]

are you ever gonna post the method man fics 😩

what's it gonna be? (18+)

pairing: Silas P. Silas x black!reader

↳ When two friends finally get a night alone...

wordcount: 2.5k+

warnings: this is all smut fr, fwb to lovers, daddy kink!!!, P in V sex, reader is referred to as "girl" "ma" "mama" "boo", squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! reader for a sec, light choking, hint at/mention of weed use, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, nipple play...lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: ask and you shall receive!! (sorry for the wait though, i've had this sitting unfinished for a min cause i didn't know if anyone actually wanted it LMAO) i hope u like it anon and anyone else, lmk how u feel in the comments!! pls like + reblog as well MWAH 🫶🏾

“Damn girl…” 

Silas groaned below you, with his big hands gripping your hips as you moved up and down his length. The two of you locked desperate eyes, communicating nothing but everything at the same time.

You needed this as much as he did, especially once that familiar green haze behind your eyes set in. You were on your feet, using the strength in your legs and knees to increase your pace on him. With each bounce you could feel him deep inside your belly, touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. 

You also couldn't figure out how his tall self managed to squeeze into your twin XL dorm bed, but you weren’t in any position to question it either. The room was dark, only illuminated by the dim screen of your television on the dresser, in addition to the red LED lights on the wall above you. Whichever tv show began when your movie went off went unnoticed, their conversations drowned out by the breathy pants escaping your lips. 

The lewd sounds filling up the room had you both in heaven. Beautiful brown bodies under that rouge coloring– moaning, grunting, smacking, and squishing. Like one of those early 2000s classic Ebony films–just nasty. You could only hope no one could hear from outside your door. 

You moved your hips up and down, taking him all the way down to the base each time, biting your lip with a debauched look on your face. You watched as Silas moaned, loud and needy and uncaring, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your confidence shot up through the roof, leading you to take a little more control. You held his jaw with your dominant hand, bringing your lips up to his earlobe and letting your mouth run off whatever popped into your head, not leaving a second to second guess yourself. 

“Does it feel good when I do it like that?”

With your soft, teasing voice in his ears, you squeezed your inner walls, slowing yourself a bit and ignoring that growing burn in your thighs. “You betta stop it, girl..” His voice came out grunted, rough. His fingers dug into your hips as he struggled to hold onto his nut, a deep moan vibrating through his chest. 

“What about when I do it like that? Hmm?”

You felt him nodding against your skin before his hips stuttered, kissing your spot perfectly for only  a split second. Your body jerked up, momentarily frozen around him as your vision went white. “Silas, FUCK, I’m–!!!”

“Yeahhh, let it out baby..” He murmured, a goofy, cocky grin spreading across his face. Even then, you could still tell that he was struggling to hold on, with your pussy pulsing,  nearly suffocating him like a goddamn boa constrictor. 

Silas kept his eyes on you, his focus wandering up and down, and back and forth, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to fixate on only one part of you. He loved your thighs–every time you’d wear this particular pair of biker shorts that defined each of your curves, he would have to mentally go elsewhere just to keep from bursting out his jeans.

Your breasts also held a special place in his heart, especially in those times where he’d seek you out for comfort, resting against the soft, cushiony headrest that your chest provided. Similarly, the softness of your tummy was something he could never turn down, he’d be touching on it every time you showed a little extra skin in a crop top or a backless dress.

As you slowed down to a stop on top of him, he let his hands wander. His left hand traveled up your side, slowly, taking in your beautiful map of scars and stretch marks on the way. Once his thick fingers reached your breasts, they traced around your mocha areolas before latching onto your hardened nipples. Silas rubbed and pinched lightly, alternating between teasing each as he watched the euphoric haze grow across your face. 

“Silas…” You still were sensitive from your sudden orgasm, slightly trembling from the aftershocks as he touched you. Nevertheless, that warmth and excitement began to flood your core once again, that hunger taking over your every thought. His hard dick throbbing eight inches deep inside your core didn't help either. But you needed more, you craved to see him, feel him come undone inside of you. 

You gasped as his right hand made its way to your throat, keeping your gaze steadily on his. The grip of his fingers on your skin had you feeling weak, and under his spell. And his voice, all deep and rough and dripping with desire.

“I gotchu mama, just tell me what you need..” Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in the glaze of sweat on his forehead, above his furrowed eyebrows, as well as the slight pout in his plump bottom lip. You wanted to bite it so bad. “Tell daddy what you need, baby, I gotta hear you.”

Silas repeating the nickname you accidentally gave him the first time you’d hooked up made your tummy flutter. You couldn’t believe it yourself when the word flew out your mouth, while you blurredly watched him take you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror in some frat party bathroom. From then he never let you forget it. He always made sure to remind you of his special status, without fail making you cum harder than anyone else ever had, every single time. 

“Cum in me, Si...please.” 

The plea fell from your lips as you lazily swirled your hips in his lap, enjoying the way his curved length rubbed deliciously against all your inner spots. Like you were made to fit one another. Your hands held onto his right arm as he continued to choke you, only slightly tightening his grip around your throat. The growing lack of air made you tense around his dick, whining and moaning out as he spoke. “You know if I cum in this pussy, that means it's mine, right?” 

Hearing those words with that thick New York accent while he was so deep in your belly nearly made you cum again. Leaning in, you nodded your response with your gaze fixed directly on his brown eyes.

A look of understanding flashed across Silas’ face for a second, before he released your throat, hand settling on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer. Your plush lips met his own as he swallowed down your moans, exploring your mouth with his hungry tongue.

You opened up, letting him take control of the nastiest kissing you’ve ever participated in–tongues dancing, spit swapping, lip sucking until both of your mouths were glistening. Sinful. 

Silas’ free hand squeezed your hip, grounding you on top of him as he began to slowly grind up into you. Your mouths separated but your faces remained close as he held the back of your neck. Silas watched your face contort while he deepened his stroke inside you, letting you feel every single inch in your stomach.

The only thing you could focus on was his mouth, and how much you wanted that bottom lip back in your mouth. Fuzziness took over your brain, your eyes tearing up from the agonizingly slow but deep pace he was set on. 

The moment was intimate, much more than it had been previously, closer and slower than all those other times Silas had you broken you down. For the past few weeks, you resorted to quickies on the bathroom counter if you were at a party, in either of your cars parked somewhere dark, you’d even let him finger you under the table in the library while you were supposed to be “studying”. And now, with your roommate gone for the weekend, you were finally able to have a nice, passionate moment in a bed. 

In a way, the rushed, adrenaline-filled aspect of all your previous entanglements in those less intimate settings kept you from taking a deeper look at your relationship with Silas. You were friends, albeit much, much closer than “normal” friends should be. You met in a shared biology lecture, after Silas showed up late–and high as hell–and the only seat left open was to your right. You eventually agreed to become study partners, and you didn’t mind when some of those late night study sessions in Silas’ dorm turned into heated smoke sessions, which further turned into nasty intoxicated confessions from you both. 

Silas propped his feet up, lifting his hips before flipping you both over. He placed his hands on the backs of your knees, pushing back and kneeling down to lick a slow, wide stripe up your glossy cunt. You cried out from the new stimulation, squirming in his grasp.

“You taste so mothafuckin’ good, girl..” He moaned against your pussy in appreciation, slurping up your juices and rhythmically sucking on your clit with those pretty ass lips of his. You were entranced, eyes stuck on the scene in front of you, wondering what good you had done in this world to deserve all the bliss flowing through your system.

You watched as he pulled back from your pussy, chin glistening in your essence. He spread your sticky lips apart with two big fingers, hungrily watching you clench and pulse around nothing. The ravenous look in his eyes as he stared at your pussy turned you on like no other. They met yours again, and he licked and bit on his lip, letting you know that he was craving more, just as you were.

Your eyes and mouth fell wide open when Silas let a string of warm spit fall directly onto your clit, both the sensation and the view filling you with an immense amount of pleasure. You could feel the electricity flowing from your pussy to your toes, and back up through your spine, a complete shock to your system.

He let your legs fall to the side, big, warm hands on your face as he leaned in, kissing you once more. The sounds of you both groaning into each other's mouths as you tasted yourself on his lips echoed throughout the room. Your hips grinded up against his, needing to feel his length on and in you again. He pulled away first, one of his hands coming down to pin your knee out to the side, setting you still in place. “You want me to cum in this pussy?” 

You nodded, almost too eagerly. There was nothing else on your mind but the vision of him leaking out of you, vanilla cream dripping down your lips, the perfect match for your coffee complexion.

“Use ya words, boo.” 

You reached up, manicured hands pulling his face to just a couple inches from your own. He watched, expectantly, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You could feel him now, twitching and leaking against your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “Cum in your pussy, Daddy.” 

With a curse under his breath, he sheathed himself inside of you in a quick movement, pausing once he filled you to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared into your eyes, mouth hung open like he’d never felt the warm, tight hug of your cunt around him before. His breath faltered, warm breath against your lips and vulnerability written across his face.

Your own breath was caught in your chest when he slid back, and then forced out when he pushed inside, gliding through your slick walls with ease. A wail escaped your lips as he punished your pussy, or at least that’s what it felt like he was doing. Reminding you of who he was. And reminding you of who you were. 

Your eyes clamped shut, toes curling and spine arching up off the bed more and more each time he touched your precious g-spot. Another orgasm began to build within your core, your body tightening up underneath him as you fiercely dug your teeth into your bottom lip.

Curses flew from your lips, broken and jumbled together, barely making any sense. You released his face, blindly allowing your hands to find his shoulders for support. Silas leaned down, moaning and groaning in your ear, filling you up with his dick before taking it all away, over and over and over again. 

“Daddyyy…fuck!!!” 

“Tell me it’s mine, baby, c’mon ma, I’m so fuckin’ close…” 

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and all your juices, creating the nastiest smacking sound each time he plunged inside. “It’s yours, I swear to god, it’s all yours baby, ohmyfuckinggoddd…”  You rambled off, barely even able to hear your own words. Your brain was much more focused on the ecstacy spreading through your entire body, making you tingle from your head to your toes. “I’m gonna cum, daddy, please don’t stop!!” 

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, gimme that shit!” He kept the pace strong, not letting up until you fell apart on his dick one final time, this time with your juices spraying and splashing between your bodies. Your tightness mixed with the sudden wetness of your squirt sent him over the edge, causing him to yell out as he finally released deep inside you. 

“Fuuuck!!” His hips twitched and stuttered as he emptied himself out, not daring to pull out while you were still grasping onto him from underneath.

You whimpered, your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as your nails dug into his shoulders, deep enough to leave a few red crescent-shaped marks. The feeling of his nut filling you gave you the warmest feeling in your tummy, satisfaction spreading through your mind, body, and soul.

The two of you rested for a moment, the sounds of your heavy breathing became your only focus. The audience laughter from the television was more noticeable now, but neither of you could care less. Silas let more of his weight fall on you, cradling you from above while you calmed down your breathing. You turned your face, tucking yourself into his neck and leaving a few soft kisses on the damp skin in appreciation. 

Silas softly chuckled when you teased him with your tongue against his collarbone, knowing you both were too tuckered out for another round just yet. He pulled out of you, slowly, hissing at the overstimulation on his sensitive length. Sitting back on his knees in between your legs, he watched in admiration as seed spilled from your swollen lips, giving him a perfect view of the most beautiful painting he’s ever laid his eyes on–better than anything he’s seen in the MET. 

Observing his mark on you–in you–was gratifying, a surge of endearment and devotion growing within his own core. “C’mere..” 

You obeyed, lazily allowing him to reposition you on top of his chest, your faces just centimeters apart. 

“Tell me somethin’ real quick...you meant it?” 

That vulnerable look was back, although he did try to hide it by avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on your slightly puffy lips, swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew it was more than just dirty sex talk–something had been growing between the two of you and it was undeniable at this point. 

“Every word.”

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[call-me-corvid]

Manger in charge of a LOT of shit quit recently because he got a job offer that was

A) 3x his original salary, and

B) involved far less responsibility

I had worked as his subordinate last year, so naturally the head honchos asked me take over what he was doing. Not with the title, but with the “promise” that we can visit that discussion in eight months depending on my performance (yeah okay /s).

Key note: I had received a similar promise for a different manager position. (No followup mention of that promise + no significant training provided to move me towards that position) * 7 months = empty promise. Alright cool.

One month in. Not getting too much guidance (expected), told I’m doing good and need to value myself higher.

Okay. Bet.

Asked for a raise in recognition of increased responsibilities beyond my current job description, quality of work, pay scale of the position (i’m at the bottom), etc. You know, hard facts that cannot be influenced by subjective feelings of importance or relevance.

Oh let’s not forget part of the raise was the annual raise that the HR manager promised ALWAYS happens but I have not received since my annual review four months ago. That I told the HR manager about two months ago but never heard anything back on. So there was a reminder of that, as well.

Told (to my face) that I’m entitled, don’t work hard enough, issued an ultimatum (literally didn’t make any sort of threat but okay), used the owner’s words against him (literally just quoted him on something he told me about pay when I was first hired but okay), they threatened that they could easily go out and find an external hire to take on in the role I’m being “trained” for, and asked if I REALLY think any other place would hire me. Among other “”feedback.””

Okay. Okay okay okay okay. I see how they view me now. Good to know. I learned quite a few things from this conversation and I think some of those things may surprise them.

[swampthingking]

andrew’s definitely gotten in trouble with his pr manager for tweeting things along the lines of:

“no mania inducing medication will compare to the euphoria i will feel the day donald trump drops dead”

[rootworks]

getting designs down for some of the tma girls

[atopvisenyashill]

my hot take of the day is that clearly the people who swallow the in universe targ & valyrian exceptionalism are being completely taken in by the exact system that george is trying to critique but also i think the people who over correct into this idea that not a single targaryen is worthy of like, our empathy or sorrow or are rightfully chafing against the structures put in place by valyrians, first men, and andals alike are also being incredibly 2d in their analysis. i feel like this happens most often when people try to make the case that andals are somehow oppressed in westerosi society on a cultural level simply bc valyrian supremacy trumps andal culture. i think this is incredibly silly to say or posit as the truth in universe because there is in fact some oppression of culture in westeros but it’s not the andals lol!!! it’s the first men, the dornish, the rhoynar/greenblood orphans, and the ironborn. there Is some level of,,,, idk bigotry/xenophobia towards valyrians but only valyrians who don’t worship the faith - people like larra rogare, who still follow valyrian gods, do face this bigotry because they’re Too Foreign, the same way someone like thoros, melisandre, taena, etc who are essosi but not from a still heavy valyrian-based society like volantis and lys, and that’s definitely important to the conversation, because it shows the Dominant Culture is in fact the Andal culture when it comes to westeros and that’s like,,, fine, and even more interesting to me to see how andals, who have been the dominant force on westeros for thousands of years, interact with valyrians, who clearly want to keep ideas of valyrian supremacy alive somehow and essentially try to get the other dominant force in westeros to buy in (which they do!). like, are these two at odds sometimes? yes! but i don’t think it’s correct to say that the andals face ~prejudice for being andals or followers of the faith either!

[lildoodlenoodle]

If one person likes this I will do a deep dive essay into spider noir Eyes Without A Face with my own insane takes/interpretations

[peachdues]

Ok found out I’m dog/house sitting next month for the same attorney as I did last summer when I wrote Tell Me to Stop and again during Christmas when I wrote most of Netherwood 3 so y’all know what that means…